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faderift2017-01-17 04:22 pm
quietblade) wrote in faderift2017-01-17 04:22 pm
Sataari
WHO: Taashath + OPEN
WHAT: Catch-all for Wintermarch
WHEN: All through the month
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Come get giant qunari CR!
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.
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The warrior chuckles a little bit and then looks up just in time to catch the last part of the sentence that was actually directed at him. "Ah, you never know. I could throw you a pint, maybe?" His way of offering a drink, and he might not even actually throw it.
"...I don't doubt it. You seem like a quick fellow... and king of the nugs." A funny little man, but Taas likes him already.
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He's going to get one of those weird ones from the Emerald Graves or something. Teach this lot some manners maybe.
Yngvi's quiet for half a second, then he nods. "I can swallow a tankard easy, don't teach them that in Orzammar." Too posh or you need to sell your tankards obviously but he'll take you up on a pint even if he'll just probably try to sit a nug in the empty tankard after like an arsehole.
"Nugs got their own king, didn't you know that? Deep dark rumour that one to keep under your-- could you wear a hat?" This is of the utmost importance to him.
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Carefully gesturing to a bar maid so he got her attention, he orders two ales and then looks at Yngvi again. The dwarf was a little hard to follow, but he seemed like a good guy overall.
"They have their own king, really?" Now that in itself was damn confusing, but even more so when the subject was switched to hats all of the sudden.
"Maybe. Since my horns are curled I can technically wear a hat between them, but not pushed over my head." That would require a ridiculously big hat that enveloped his horns as well.
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"Course they do. If Fereldans have royalty, then nugs who are absolutely cleaner and don't go about associating themselves with dogs all the time definitely have a king. Got more sense than them. Dress better." Nude is better than fur-on-fur decorated with yet more fur. What a bold statement Ferelden, you're trash.
"Like...one of the fancy hats? Or you could cut holes in something, perch it at a jaunty angle, maybe wedge one of them pirate hats in there." That'd be a bold statement. "I mean, most people wear a thing on their head in battle. Unless this is your battling? Cards in the tavern?"