Sataari

[quietblade]

WHO: Taashath + OPEN
WHAT: Catch-all for Wintermarch
WHEN: All through the month
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Come get giant qunari CR!

I. SKYHOLD

Most days were good days for the warrior. He laughed, he smiled and he spent his time among friends and peers. Training, teaching, working for something.

Other days were not as good, when memories came to him and he swore he could almost hear again; the low thunder of the aftermath of an explosion. Those days Taas withdrew from the rest of the soldiers and spent his time on the battlements, looking at the mountains. It reminded him of freedom, to see the high rise of the snowy peaks - yet there was the the drop from the wall and deep into the chasm that settled his stomach even more.

Nothing came without danger, did it?

"Meraad astaarit, meraad itwasit, aban aqun," he says softly. There was nothing to struggle against, even when all he could see were the faces of his antaam.

Taas keeps his back free, his weapon in the barracks and his thoughts stubbornly on the future, but he could probably use a distraction.

II. TAVERN

Some nights Taashath spent in the tavern, having a few drinks and talking to people. He does his best to not get too drunk, but sometimes it was nice to let go and be the guy who had to sleep it off on the floor.

...few people could move him once he was down, after all.

Other nights he enjoys less alcohol and more games, and he's still trying to master Wicked Grace. Diamondback is more his thing, as well as Dead Man's Tricks. It would be nice to get some Qunari games in the tavern, but he doubted any of them were easily found in the south.

Join him for drinking or games?

III. TRAINING RING

The swing of his dragon-tooth mace crushed the target dummy under him, and he makes sure to follow up the weight of the weapon by bracing himself with his legs. Swinging the thing was different from his usual axe, but the destruction was obvious. Standing back, he looks at the broken piece of straw and wood, rolling his shoulders a bit.

He still preferred the axe, but Korrin's present was damn amazing.

"So who wants to spar? I need to work on my speed, and I'm sure I'll be decent training for facing any Red Templar behemoths." Taas grins, leaning a bit on the mace and looking at the people gathered.

IV. SIGN LANGUAGE CLASS

Taashath's sign language class was still going, although it was mostly teaching non-verbal commands to the scouts. The people who came back for more were always welcome, and it was really a blessing for the deaf warrior to have more people around that were able to sign. It meant he didn't always have to guess half the words people said to him, and the most important conversations couldn't be misunderstood.

(...silent ways of flirting was another thing that he was asked a lot, so Taas has to try not to laugh any time he sees it used outside his 'classroom'.)

The door to the semi-broken tower that the soldiers used as a place to nap between shifts during the night was always open when Taas was teaching, and by now he had dragged some old benches and blankets there to make it a little more comfortable.

Comments

[in_death_sacrifice]

"Dragonslaying always ends in the best spoils." Kain can only agree with that, with a pleased expression. He's especially fond of dragonscale, after all, and he's got himself a claw that he always keeps with him.

He considers. Really, either way is good with him, even if using their real weapons does add a bit more of a challenge to it. "I'd be curious to see what that dragon tooth of yours can do... unless you have a preference otherwise."

[quietblade]

"I haven't been able to go fight one yet," he says with an almost wistful sigh. "It would be amazing just to see one up close. Thankfully I have good friends that let me have a bit of the spoils." Taas pets the maul again.

Reading Kain's lips, the warrior nods a little bit and hefts his weapon up on his shoulder to scrutinize the warden. "I can do that. Just stomp the ground really hard in succession or drop your weapon if you need to stop and I can't see you."

[in_death_sacrifice]

"Fighting them is a tremendously exciting challenge, one I highly recommend. Though since high dragons are so much rarer, I've not have a chance to fight one... yet. I've had some good sightings though." Rather close encounters, even.

Kain nods in agreement. He may be a bit overconfident about things, but that's how he usually is when it comes to battle. "I doubt I'll need to, but it's a fair term to set out. Don't hesitate to do likewise, yourself." He stretches a little, readying himself.

[quietblade]

"To be honest I never even saw a high dragon until I came here. There was a one flying overhead in the desert when we were on a mission there, but I wouldn't be opposed going up against one of the smaller ones as well." He smiles and moves away a bit so they have a bit of distance between them for the spar.

"Ready?"

[in_death_sacrifice]

"Hopefully you do, someday. Facing a dragon is like nothing else you'll ever experience..." He gets a wistful expression as he thinks of the dragon encounters that he's had so far. Returning his mind to the present soon enough. Kain adjusts his stance as well as his grip on his large sword.

"Ready."

He springs into action soon enough, sword swinging steadily through the air.

[quietblade]

Taas is quick to react, bringing the maul up to block. With such a heavy weapon he mostly had to work his defense until he had a good shot to swing it.

That usually meant throwing the enemy off somehow, and Taas always enjoyed freaking them out. If fighting in a group, he would use the other fighters as the distraction he needed, but right now, he pushes back against Kain and roars.

[in_death_sacrifice]

The roar does take him by surprise- always a good tactic, when it comes to a fight. He steps back, on the defensive for a bit as he works to block the next incoming blow. He recovers fast, though, using blocking the next and adding a quick slash immediately afterward.