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[wickedchase]

WHO: Twisted Fate, OPEN
WHAT: You've been invited to socialize and play some drinking games! Perhaps you should feel inclined to do so.
WHEN: 13th of Wintersbreath
WHERE: Tavern, oh glorious tavern.
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Posted outside the tavern is the following:



So come on down, grab a drink, and find someone to play with.

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[gatheringstorm]

"No ear-snipping, promise." Korrin leans in to reveal her rings, evidently an eclectic collection from all over. One thing they have in common is that they're the heavier sort, no thin bands here. The vast majority don't have gemstones either, as she seems to prefer let the polished metal bands and their engravings have all the attention. "Skyhold is warmer than its surroundings, but you're not wrong about the rest of the Frostbacks. If I'm making a trek of any considerably length outside, I'll store them in a pouch for later."

She lips her cup for one last slip, draining it. "When I was young, once or twice. Mostly because Dad told me about how those who were born without horns are seen as special, you know? I wanted whatever destiny they got. But I grew to decide that I could make my own and not give up my horns in the process. They're part of me, unless battle breaks them. That's as it should be. Don't be ashamed of your horns, Kas.

And now I need a breather, before this stuff catches up with me."

[issala]

"Deal... when we're sober."

The teen leans over the table and looks at the rings, interested in the engravings. They were pretty, but not in a dainty girly way. "Are any of them enchanted?" Kas asks, curious. She was a mage, after all, so it would make sense?

Her mention of his horns makes him reach up and touch the small nubs with a frown. "I'm not.... ashamed of them." Lies. "They're just... not normal. They should have been twice the size, and... um... mine look like a five-year-old's!" Kas sighs, and he looks down at the still half-full cup. It wasn't as if he had been doing any better than Korrin - he just took far smaller sips to pace himself.

After that maraas-lok, he knew better how to pace himself.

[gatheringstorm]

"They do not. There's still time for them to grow, anyway, so see what happens. Besides, you're a scout, trained in stealth. Having those is to your advantage. At least you can hide those under a hood. People will remember these." Korrin points to her own, knowing that standing out is her fate and not always a good thing.

"And yes, two are. The silverite one is to enhance my Chain Lightning spell, and summer stone one is to enhance my barriers. Though now that I'm on the Knight-Enchanter path, I almost don't need the help anymore. Thanks for that, by the way."

[issala]

"I guess..." He pulls up his scout hood a bit and shows her. There's still a bit of bumpiness there, but they do fit under it. Kas looks a bit thoughtful, feeling his head before he pulls the hood back down. "They better get a little bigger, though. If I ever go back to my kith they'll all laugh at me."

Sigh.

Magic rings are cool, though, and he leans even closer to look at the rings she pointed out. There's a little smile as she mentions his help in the Mire, and he nods proudly. "You're welcome! I liked the challenge... not so much the dead people. They were kind of easier to kill than living people, though. Slower."

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin nods in full agreement to that assessment, wrinkling her nose as the Fallow Mire has nothing positive to recommend it. "It'd have been easier still if they didn't pop up every time the water rippled, but I think we made good time. It's much easier slogging through all that when you know you aren't stuck there indefinitely, right? And hey, if I can return the favor somehow, I will. I don't know what specialized training you'd need, but it'll come up sooner or later."

Glancing at his hooded head, she smiles. "They won't laugh at you if they don't know because my kithmates take you in, will they? Some are hornless or don't have much left in the way of horns themselves, so they've no room to judge. Not that they would; it's what you do that matters, not what you have growing out of your head."

[issala]

"I don't get it, just how many dead bodies are there in that water? I mean, we killed a lot, and everyone who was there in the big excursion killed a lot, and there were still corpses coming." It was like if someone left a whole graveyard in there. How many people had lived in the Mire before it got fucked up?

Then the boy pauses a bit and he looks at Korrin in a bit of awe. "You'd... they'd take me in? You really think so?" As much as he talked about his kith, his mom was gone and it had been a long time since that life. Kas had never been sure if going back would be okay, even if he now knew some were still alive.

"I wrote them. My kith. When I first got here. There's mostly just a few warriors left, but there's a few new wives and kids. They give me a lot of shit, but that's what families do. Still... I don't know if I want to go back."

[gatheringstorm]

"No idea, but I think places like that, where the Veil is thin if not nonexistent in some places...they tend to attract more death. That's why it's always wise to burn bodies, not bury them or whatnot. The less demons have to possess, the better." As much as Araceli might protest what she sees as wasteful, Korrin knows it serves a purpose.

"You don't have to return if you don't want to, Kas. You have options now, if you want to take advantage of them. It's up to you to decide for yourself...and yes, I know they'd take you in. You'd be an excellent addition to the company, especially by the time this is all done with. How can they refuse when you have experience in fighting the Elder One's minions, huh?" Korrin nudges him gently for that, smiling. It's true, standing and fighting that will definitely earn their respect, all the more so given Kas' age and relative inexperience.

[issala]

He makes a bit of a face at the undead thing, but it made sense, he supposed. they should just set every damned person they killed on fire, just to make sure. All the templar things people killed, especially. Just in case they ended up attacked by dead red templars one day.

Kas shudders at that thought.

Korrin's reassurance that he would have choices after... after this makes the boy smile, thankfully. It wasn't exactly easy to imagine a future when the world was crazy, if there would even be one with this mess with Corypheus.

Joining a new family, a mercenary band? That would be something to look forward to.

"...I think I'd really like that."