I thought that I've been hurt before.

[quietblade]

WHO: Taas + Open
WHAT: Catch-all for February
WHEN: After his return from the Crow event and the rest of the month.
WHERE: Mostly Skyhold, Herald's Rest
NOTES: CR for new and old characters alike!

Tavern

It was usually early in the evening when Taashath lumbered towards the tavern. He usually had an ale or two, maybe something to eat and chatting with friends and newcomers alike. After the rescue of Zevran in Antiva, however, he was drinking more, eating less and rarely talking to people.

He had lost control, forgotten his name, tried to kill a member of the Inquisition, no matter how loaded the issue of a Ben-Hassrath was. He wasn't safe when his rage took over like that... and the possibility of hurting someone he cared about was eating him up inside.

Was he squandering everything Yshae taught him by trying to be a hero?

It was easier to just drink and forget.

Courtyard

Taas was a common sight in the courtyard, talking with people, maintaining his weapons somewhere in the rare sunlight or even chopping a training dummy to pieces now and then. He had stopped offering to spar with people, however, just smiling and shaking his head each time someone asked for a hand or when he saw someone struggling with their guard.

Instead he spent a lot of time going over breathing techniques and different means of relaxing, loosening himself from all the madness etched into his bones. He was Taashath.

It became like a mantra to him. He could push through this.

Wildcard

Hit me!

Comments

[quietblade]

"Shit, that's some weird origin story right there. I'm both impressed and kind of amused." He laughs a little bit, wondering if dragon blood was more or less preferable over getting served piss or something else like that during a Nevarran drinking challenge.

Could be corpse juice. (Taas makes a mental note not to take this challenge. Ever.)

Asher's description of Reaver rage sounds almost identical to berserking. getting hit made him even more angry, and it was a vicious cycle right there. There was nothing disciplined about it at all. Just frothing madness.

"...yeah, it's anger. The kind that makes your blood boil and you lose track of anything other than taking down everything around you." He sighs slightly, rubbing the back of his head. "My commanding officer was a dumbass to encourage that shit. We qunari are already vicious and need discipline to keep in control of ourselves. Be it the Qun or something else. Fuck up a big guy like me and you have a loose cannon."