your faith was strong but you needed proof.

[dirth]

WHO: Solas, Thranduil, Adalia, Anders, Beleth, Rey
WHAT: All New, Faded for Her: Fade Rift edition
WHEN: Early this month after their return from the Sunless Lands
WHERE: Exalted Plains
NOTES: Possible warnings for murder, burning alive and all sorts of nastiness depending on the outcome of the quest! Starters are all in the comments!

ALL NEW, FADED FOR HER "One of Solas's old friends, a spirit, has been summoned against its will and needs his help."

Comments

[dirth]

Friendships are few and far between when most of your fellows are imprisoned with magic and age befalls those that you might get close to - Solas is not quite mortal, not quite a God, and the only people that have survived with length enough to mean something have been spirits. They mean a great deal to him, a last connection with a world he needs to repair, and he grips at them with all the strength that he has.

The tension, at least, is clear. His friend is important, is special, and Solas refuses to allow them to be harmed.

"I would appreciate it." His privacy is important and he has never been the kind of man to spread his own problems across public forums. No, he would rather keep this as quiet as possible, with as few people as can be managed. This is something that requires people he can put his faith in, as few a number as it may turn out to be.

"Adalia can be trusted with the truth, if she is willing," He frowns, bowing his head. His friend, almost, he thinks he might call her that. "I will contact some others, those that I think will be willing to offer aid. Whenever you are free to leave will be best." The sooner the better.

[rowancrowned]

“A day and a night,” Thranduil says. “Any longer, and you ought to leave without me, and I will join you after. Your friend is more important.”

They are in Kirkwall and far less important for that, and he now knows just how much Casimir can be expected to handle while he is gone. It is unlikely that they will be gone for more than a handful of days, and this is far more important than some of the other things he has done for the Inquisition.

He inclines his head in deference to Solas’ choice and keeps his (baseless, to others) opinions to himself. “As you like,” he says. “We must move quickly to help them.”

[dirth]

"That is enough time." It's an easy thing to agree to - a bare few days, enough for them to gather something, and then they can be off and prepared for the worst.

Solas does not know what to expect when he travels and finds Wisdom. All he knows is that it cried out for help, that it was desperate for him to find it, help, to soothe whatever aches have drawn the spirit from the Fade and into this world, and his own anger and fear is causing him some small measure of panic. It has been a long, long time since he had felt so on edge, so desperate.

It takes him a few moments, but he manages to nod.

"Yes. You have my thanks, Thranduil."