Taas greatly disapproves of this haunting thing. Not only because it sets uncharacteristic paranoia in his brain every time he sees something in the corner of his eye, but he also worries that someone would end up getting possessed.
The veil was thin here, people said. The mages must be under some serious stress, and even he had nightmares. Well, as much a nightmare as a Qun-raised qunari could have - memories of lost comrades.
He's not in his best of moods thanks to this, but if you hear loud swearing now and then, he's probably not angry at you.
...just don't approach him from behind.
Statues
If there's something that's good about being deaf, it's the fact that Taas can't hear the wailing of the statues. Instead, the thing that alerts him to their presence (aside from other people) is the heavy vibrations of their movement. Stone floor dulled most things, but not heavy bronze feet.
"Well, shit." He could probably use his maul on these things, but he wasn't exactly a smith or a mage. Instead he mainly uses his force to hold them back, whacking at the spindly limbs to hinder their unsteady onslaught.
It's a little unnerving to smash something that doesn't bleed, and fuck if that isn't a twisted thought.
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Taas greatly disapproves of this haunting thing. Not only because it sets uncharacteristic paranoia in his brain every time he sees something in the corner of his eye, but he also worries that someone would end up getting possessed.
The veil was thin here, people said. The mages must be under some serious stress, and even he had nightmares. Well, as much a nightmare as a Qun-raised qunari could have - memories of lost comrades.
He's not in his best of moods thanks to this, but if you hear loud swearing now and then, he's probably not angry at you.
...just don't approach him from behind.
Statues
If there's something that's good about being deaf, it's the fact that Taas can't hear the wailing of the statues. Instead, the thing that alerts him to their presence (aside from other people) is the heavy vibrations of their movement. Stone floor dulled most things, but not heavy bronze feet.
"Well, shit." He could probably use his maul on these things, but he wasn't exactly a smith or a mage. Instead he mainly uses his force to hold them back, whacking at the spindly limbs to hinder their unsteady onslaught.
It's a little unnerving to smash something that doesn't bleed, and fuck if that isn't a twisted thought.