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

III TRAINING RING

[el_tybs]

There are a large number of men who pale and just shake their head 'nope' before slowly turning and walking away from the training ring. With the crowd thinned it was easy to see Sam hanging on the fence in a lazy matter clearly watching Taas destroy training dummies.

'You know, showing that you can crush a man in one swing is probably not helping you get a sparring partner,' he signs with a nervous chuckle.

[quietblade]

Taas laughs as he sees those signs and shakes his head. "They should get the training in while they can. Those behemoths are not gonna pull their punches." Walking over to Sam, he leans a bit to the fence as well so that they could chat.

"I still remember thinking you wanted to fight me the first time we met," he says with a little smile. "How are you doing?"

[el_tybs]

They certainly wouldn't, but getting crushed by one of your own was also not a pleasant experience.

Hearing about the first time they met has the mage laughing, leaning more heavily on the fence. "I certainly remember that time as well. I was simply coming over to say you looked impressive and you told me to wait my turn." Ah, good times. "I'm doing alright. Taking a break so I figured I'd come and see what you were up to. Clearly crushing your opponents."

[quietblade]

The warrior chuckles again, remembering how he thought that Sam was a warrior thanks to his build - or at least a strong rogue. Few people ever thought of a buff mage, after all.

At least not among humans and elves. The saarebas tended to be huge.

"There's not a straw dummy here that isn't utterly afraid of me," Taas says with a little wink. "What are you working on? Healing or smithing?"

[el_tybs]

A detail that's worked in his favor from time to time; it was easier getting around sometimes when others didn't think you were a mage.

"Just make sure you leave some for the rest of us," he says back with a laugh. I was doing some work in the smith a bit ago; working on some designs, doing some repairs. Figured I'd get some fresh air though, probably see about getting Conan out and about."

[quietblade]

"I can't promise anything," he jokes, giving Sam a wink. "...they keep looking at me funny, after all."

Taas seems curious when Sam starts talking about what he was doing, and the warrior can't help a little smile. It was always nice to hear people talk about their passions.

"Conan?"

[el_tybs]

Yes, the dummies had a way of following you with their 'eyes'.

Sam stops for a moment to look at Taas curiously; had he not met Conan? A small grin pulls at his lips. "Yeah Conan. Big guy, with a large set of horns. Likes to be ridden everyday if I can manage it. Has an affinity for chewing on my clothes." He knows what it sounds like - he'll blame Cyril for it - but it's hard not to take the opportunity to say it. "I think you'd really like him."

[quietblade]

"Sounds like my kind of guy," Taas says with a chuckle. He had met Korrin's beast, so he figured quickly that it was a nuggalope Sam was talking about. (Not that he wouldn't want to meet another qunari that liked to be ridden everyday - and chewed clothes.)

"I think I'd like to meet him, too. I'm not great with keeping animals, or I would have asked her for one to save the poor draft horses from my ass."

[el_tybs]

Honestly Sam would be in trouble if he knew a qunari in that fashion, he'd have no energy for anything else; in that case he'd have a few rather cross lovers who also wanted his time. Not to mention he'd probably be more upset about his clothes being chewed if it was actually another qunari - it was rude to eat people's clothes.

"Well I'm heading to his stall now if you wanted to meet him. I'm sure he'd love another person giving him attention."