This has just a little to do with dropping into the middle of a literal shitbasket of wardens, and a Dalish mage looks half again more like a bundled-up baby doe. But Melys didn’t sign on to the Inquisition for her own blessed happiness — a fact becoming more apparent by the minute.
“I’ve got it.” Near to a carnival trick as they’re like to catch this side of the Frostbacks, her juggling the picks about one-handed, but you pick up a few of those after a piss-bored winter minding forts. Her voice stays steady beneath the cloth mask, quiet to match the little clicks of the mechanism. Not like it matters, the fuckers already know they're there.
“Gonna get back soon as it pops.” Gives her enough time to get fingers on a blade.
Melys jerks her chin at Herc and Ellana in warning, and abruptly falls back when the door swings open onto the darkspawn charge. She trusts Ellana to put a barrier down, because there just ain't any real alternative to it. Bigotry can wait until they know the path's clear; there's no sense in holding the high ground if it's over a grave.
She'll dart back in shortly, doing her best to hamstring or slow the genlocks for Herc, and try to give Ellana the cover she needs to get at the archers. If cornered, though, she isn't taking hits for anyone else, and she spends a fair amount of time just trying to avoid tainted blood.
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This has just a little to do with dropping into the middle of a literal shitbasket of wardens, and a Dalish mage looks half again more like a bundled-up baby doe. But Melys didn’t sign on to the Inquisition for her own blessed happiness — a fact becoming more apparent by the minute.
“I’ve got it.” Near to a carnival trick as they’re like to catch this side of the Frostbacks, her juggling the picks about one-handed, but you pick up a few of those after a piss-bored winter minding forts. Her voice stays steady beneath the cloth mask, quiet to match the little clicks of the mechanism. Not like it matters, the fuckers already know they're there.
“Gonna get back soon as it pops.” Gives her enough time to get fingers on a blade.
Melys jerks her chin at Herc and Ellana in warning, and abruptly falls back when the door swings open onto the darkspawn charge. She trusts Ellana to put a barrier down, because there just ain't any real alternative to it. Bigotry can wait until they know the path's clear; there's no sense in holding the high ground if it's over a grave.
She'll dart back in shortly, doing her best to hamstring or slow the genlocks for Herc, and try to give Ellana the cover she needs to get at the archers. If cornered, though, she isn't taking hits for anyone else, and she spends a fair amount of time just trying to avoid tainted blood.