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

[quietblade]

The touch to his arm is soothing and he glances down at her fingers with a sigh. "It took me some time to be taashath. I wish it had not been because of innocent blood." She had been someone's daughter, maybe someone's wife, sister. Mother.

He knew nothing about her, but he would never forget her face.

"I left, joined a mercenary gang as the only qunari because I wanted to get as far away from that as possible. An elven woman there taught me sign language... and she taught me how to be taashath." The warrior shakes his head a bit.

"I've done a lot of bad things, Korrin. I might be different now, but I cannot... will not forget the cost of that. Even if it means I'm up here brooding."

[gatheringstorm]

"No, I know...and you're right. Don't forget. You owe them that. But you also don't have to be up here alone, either. I'm not going to let you think you have to go through this by yourself."

Korrin's just going to be stubborn about that as she is about anything she cares about, so Taas will just have to deal. "I wish I could have met that elven lady, she sounds pretty awesome. And she deserves thanks for helping you dig your way out of that hole."

[quietblade]

Taas takes a deep breath and nods. While he still wasn't keen on bothering other people with his issues, he didn't have to be alone with his thoughts any more.

"Thank you, kadan," he says softly, and while it is a word he uses for two different things now, the affection is just as true.

"I think you would like her. Her name's Yshae," Taas says, and his pronunciation is not terrible. "...she might have retired by now. She spoke about becoming a farmer and have a dozen kids."

[gatheringstorm]

Though Korrin tends to use the term different, it still makes her smile to hear it from Taas. She gives his arm a soft squeeze, listening to him describe this remarkable woman. "I hope that came true, it sounds like she well-deserves it. May she be somewhere far away from all this crap, somewhere peaceful."

Thedas overall may not accurately claim that descriptor, but it doesn't stop her from hoping that pockets of it exist.

[quietblade]

"I'm sure she is. She was good at avoiding trouble." Mercenary or not, Yshae always came out unscathed from their fights. She could be unseen and forgotten quickly.

That would work in her favor these days.

"I always heard that Tal-Vashoth went mad without the Qun, but since they had trained me to be mad before that, I'm not sure what made me snap for so long. All I know is that I am Taashath, and that is what I want to stay."