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faderift2015-11-20 09:38 am
keeperofmagi) wrote in faderift2015-11-20 09:38 am
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WHO: Nerva Lecuyer and literally anyone who wants in on the fun
WHAT: A Templar escorting two Tranquil arrives at Skyhold
WHEN: From nowish and open to people as they come back from the Mire
WHERE: The courtyard
NOTES: lots of hatred
WHAT: A Templar escorting two Tranquil arrives at Skyhold
WHEN: From nowish and open to people as they come back from the Mire
WHERE: The courtyard
NOTES: lots of hatred
It was incredibly cold, and getting colder, but the deep fur cloak around her shoulders insulated her armour and kept most of the wind off, so it was bearable. Her charges, however - two Tranquil that she had rescued as she fled from the Templars - were difficult. They would not mind the cold even if it was killing them, so she had to be extra vigilant in checking them over for frostbite every night that they made camp. When they finally made it to Skyhold, her soul was as exhausted as her body, and she only made a very cursory introduction before pleading for a place to lay her head, and for protection for the Tranquil. Once she had both, she slept for a long time.
The next morning was bright and clear, and the air felt warmer in the castle despite the early winter that stormed in the mountains around them. She was at a loss, for a few minutes, as to what she should be doing - the entire Inquistion unfamiliar and disconcerting. So few templars, and so many mages, coming and going freely, with no regulation or safety structures in place...
She would take her concerns directly to the leaders of the Inquisition, once she better understood the situation. Until then, it was time to get her bearings.
Training in the courtyard made things easier - let her take her mind off of everything and focus only on shield and blade. She had to pause, however, as she found that her two charges were watching her, waiting for orders.
"The Inquisition is our Order now," she told them solemnly. "You do not report to me, but I am at your disposal if you are in need of any assistance." She knew that assistance would never be requested, but she would offer it again, when she saw them.
Later, she would spend a long time in the Chantry, trying to find some kind of guidance.
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He glared up from his pile of materials, having to jerk his head back a time or two to get the hair out of the way to properly see her.
"Are you sure? All you humans-"
He waved one hand- one currently clutching a hammer- in a gesture of you know. It wasn't his fault they all looked alike up here.
"No, no. Never mind. Smith, non-smith. Come all the same."
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"What exactly are you attempting to do?"
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He had to stop and shudder, catching an accidental glimpse of the skyline as he gestured at it. Of all the places to stick a forge, they chose the room with a damn view.
"What madman works feet away from gravity-induced destruction? They're out to kill me, I tell you, non-smith."
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"Nerva," She said a little wryly, reaching out to catch the fabric and pull it up away from his face so she could see him properly. "No one is out to kill you. We work with what we have." She looked toward the sky, assuming that he meant falling off the cliff.
"If you work on the other side of the room, surely you would be fine?"
She was pretty sure the cliff wasn't unending, at least.
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Drinking. He was going to get drunk and fall off into the sky, just like his mother had always warned. But there was no need to go advertising his weakness just yet.
"Need to take precautions. That's your job, isn't it? Warrior caste brute you are from the look of you. Keep us folks safe from the dangers."
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"Enchantment," She said, her voice pointed. "Careful who you call brute, so close to the cliff's edge." Maybe it was a joke, but probably not, the way her voice almost growled when she said it.
"Hold still," She said firmly, grabbing him by the shoulder while she pulled at one of the ropes that had somehow wrapped itself around him.
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But for the shocked tone he takes, he stays entirely still. The woman was so very much bigger than him (and clearly a brute) and currently had a large amount of rope near his neck. He could hold a little in, at least until she was her own unnatural arm length away from him.
"Have you some other function, then?"
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She is rough but not unduly so, and she helps to untangle him, grunting with disgust as she did so. How had he managed to get himself so thoroughly in this state?
"I am a templar," She said, flatly, as she worked. "My duties do not regularly involve protecting dwarves from falling to their deaths, or strangling themselves, since Dwarves have yet to require templars, thank the Maker."