WHO: Adalia, Alistair, Freddie, Herian, Loghain, Medicine Seller, Melys, Nathaniel, Notas, Teren. WHAT: Rescuing a king, maybe. WHEN: Early Wintermarch WHERE: An island off Seheron, the Fade NOTES: Violence, disturbing imagery.
Blood, and flame, and — there'd been something in her hand, hadn't there? A glance down finds them both whole, unblemished. She flexes one experimentally, regards the wide old table around her, scarred by the work of idle knives and years.
It's a simple home, sparse in a manner that speaks to lack (time, money) rather than much true preference. The spread before them is out of place within: A rich feast, plates heaped high with meat, with delicacies; fine glass decanters slowly tumbling a glossy red.
The faces of most guests are indistinct, though in flashes of clarity a few bear passing resemblance to Melys. Others, clearly dwarven, else clearly,
Something else, and very still.
She turns to you: "You gonna eat that?" The jerk of an impossible pinky to your plate.
There's food in front of him, the faces of strangers around him, and now the face of a woman who should hate him, who should lack that arm, asking him--
"No," he says slowly, voice hoarse from emotion, but he can't place where, or why, he feels it. What has he seen? What has he witnessed?
"Take it," he adds, pushing the plate towards her, "I've no appetite."
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Blood, and flame, and — there'd been something in her hand, hadn't there? A glance down finds them both whole, unblemished. She flexes one experimentally, regards the wide old table around her, scarred by the work of idle knives and years.
It's a simple home, sparse in a manner that speaks to lack (time, money) rather than much true preference. The spread before them is out of place within: A rich feast, plates heaped high with meat, with delicacies; fine glass decanters slowly tumbling a glossy red.
The faces of most guests are indistinct, though in flashes of clarity a few bear passing resemblance to Melys. Others, clearly dwarven, else clearly,
Something else, and very still.
She turns to you: "You gonna eat that?" The jerk of an impossible pinky to your plate.
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"No," he says slowly, voice hoarse from emotion, but he can't place where, or why, he feels it. What has he seen? What has he witnessed?
"Take it," he adds, pushing the plate towards her, "I've no appetite."