There was the occasional Chevalier who mistook Selora but they realised soon enough when they neared her position that they turned away that she was helping them. Her elven ears were distinctive that and she was being targetted by the other Venatori.
There was a sickening sound as the Chevalier met his end together with the Venatori mage. By now most of the remaining chevaliers and wardens were congregating on the Pride Demon given the actual non-demonic fellows were now skewered or burnt to cinders. Skaldrin and Jeram were both confusing it, calling at it from one side to the other, making it waste precious time while their allies slowly took it down. Despite their efficiency, the Chevaliers were down to two thirds their original numbers but were going strong.
Just as Selora's ice magic was about to reach the hidden person, her spell would be dispelled quite easily, although a quick glance made the caster hard to see. There were no other Venatori mages left alive at the moment... That being said, the stealthed figure faded from view, either going still or it was never there in the first place.
There was a sickening sound as the Chevalier met his end together with the Venatori mage. By now most of the remaining chevaliers and wardens were congregating on the Pride Demon given the actual non-demonic fellows were now skewered or burnt to cinders. Skaldrin and Jeram were both confusing it, calling at it from one side to the other, making it waste precious time while their allies slowly took it down. Despite their efficiency, the Chevaliers were down to two thirds their original numbers but were going strong.
Just as Selora's ice magic was about to reach the hidden person, her spell would be dispelled quite easily, although a quick glance made the caster hard to see. There were no other Venatori mages left alive at the moment... That being said, the stealthed figure faded from view, either going still or it was never there in the first place.
Having her magic instantly and easily dispelled was enough to raise Selora's caution level very high. She renewed her barrier, assuming that too wasn't dispelled, and didn't advance on her own. A knife to the heart at the end of the battle would ruin her day in a most significant manner.
"Lucius. Check the area." She nodded towards where the movement had last been seen. "Carefully."
Perhaps it was Justice? The spirit had promised it's aid and though she hadn't outright seen it, it may have been there behind the scenes or in the Fade. She couldn't let it go, however, if it was another enemy. She had to know.
"Lucius. Check the area." She nodded towards where the movement had last been seen. "Carefully."
Perhaps it was Justice? The spirit had promised it's aid and though she hadn't outright seen it, it may have been there behind the scenes or in the Fade. She couldn't let it go, however, if it was another enemy. She had to know.
Selora's barrier wasn't dispelled. However, when Lucius began searching the area, there was a slight creak and the tent collapsed on them. Not enough to crush them certainly, but the sudden darkness and weight would confuse them! Whoever was at the tent didn't wish to hurt them for sure, but neither did they want to get caught!
In the battle, cries were heard as the demon was stuck. One of the dwarves was still tanking it though the other was nowhere to be seen. At Selora's distance it was hard to see who was the one still active.
In the battle, cries were heard as the demon was stuck. One of the dwarves was still tanking it though the other was nowhere to be seen. At Selora's distance it was hard to see who was the one still active.
Well that was... undignified. Selora let out a yell of surprise as the tent came down on them. Darkness enveloped her vision and she struggled with the weight of the canvas atop her. Lucius opted for the more direct route of using his blade to slice his way free then, a moment later, cut a hole near Selora so she could exit as well. The elf mage supposed she was lucky; Lucius had an opportunity to simply stab her and say it was the Venatori and he didn't take it. Less than altruism, Selora wondered if Lucius was playing another angle. There was little love lost between them.
"My thanks." She said as she emerged back out of the cloth.
"My pleasure." Was his droll response.
Selora looked towards the battle and at the collapsed tent around her. There'd be no quickly checking what was under it for now. If there were any other lumps or signs of someone struggling under it, she'd investigate. Otherwise, there were still enemies to be dealt with and she'd rejoin the fray to make sure the last resistance was put down... and that no stragglers tried to sneak off.
"My thanks." She said as she emerged back out of the cloth.
"My pleasure." Was his droll response.
Selora looked towards the battle and at the collapsed tent around her. There'd be no quickly checking what was under it for now. If there were any other lumps or signs of someone struggling under it, she'd investigate. Otherwise, there were still enemies to be dealt with and she'd rejoin the fray to make sure the last resistance was put down... and that no stragglers tried to sneak off.
For the tent, it seemed there was nothing but boxes remaining. Whoever had been under there, if there was, was no longer there. Although if they looked around, there was definitely someone stealth nearby if their perception was good enough... but given they were outside of the tent and there was a messy battle going on, it would be hard to spot.
If Selora and Lucius joined the fray, Jeram was the one tanking and Skaldrin and Jaiver were nowhere to be seen at least. Hopefully they were just stunned. The Orlesian troops were doing their best and the Pride demon had been severely injured. It was fairly strong but its left leg had been severely injured by now and it was dragging it as dead weight. The electrical whips it wielded swept about, but at a speed that most soldiers would be able to avoid.
It wouldn't be long before it went down from the assaults.
If Selora and Lucius joined the fray, Jeram was the one tanking and Skaldrin and Jaiver were nowhere to be seen at least. Hopefully they were just stunned. The Orlesian troops were doing their best and the Pride demon had been severely injured. It was fairly strong but its left leg had been severely injured by now and it was dragging it as dead weight. The electrical whips it wielded swept about, but at a speed that most soldiers would be able to avoid.
It wouldn't be long before it went down from the assaults.
Selora had keen elven senses but she wasn't a scout by nature or training; while an experienced Dalish hunter may have been able to spot the hidden being, the mage didn't have such an affinity for it. With nothing left at the spot to hold her interest, it fell to her to help end the fight.
The Pride Demon was nearly defeated; a part of Selora had to admire it's raw power. They were terrifying creatures for sure but they were also among the more powerful spirits that a mage would encounter. Naturally, it wasn't in the interest of Pride to admit defeat, and the creature would fight until the last. She couldn't see Javier or Skaldrin, hopefully they were still intact, but there was nothing she could do about it if they weren't.
Lucius advanced, sword and shield ready, to help harry the creature. Selora formed more magic in her mind, fire dancing beneath the demon's feet before shooting upwards into its already injured body. She was getting tired, all the spellcasting had taken quite a toll on her, and she was hoping to save the lyrium and finish the creature off without resorting to it. Swinging her staff about, Selora peppered the demon from afar with bolts of flame shot from the weapon.
The Pride Demon was nearly defeated; a part of Selora had to admire it's raw power. They were terrifying creatures for sure but they were also among the more powerful spirits that a mage would encounter. Naturally, it wasn't in the interest of Pride to admit defeat, and the creature would fight until the last. She couldn't see Javier or Skaldrin, hopefully they were still intact, but there was nothing she could do about it if they weren't.
Lucius advanced, sword and shield ready, to help harry the creature. Selora formed more magic in her mind, fire dancing beneath the demon's feet before shooting upwards into its already injured body. She was getting tired, all the spellcasting had taken quite a toll on her, and she was hoping to save the lyrium and finish the creature off without resorting to it. Swinging her staff about, Selora peppered the demon from afar with bolts of flame shot from the weapon.
Selora and the Warden Circle mage were the remaining mages on the field casting spells. Sadly the mage was not Tobias. As the fighters wore the Pride demon down, it slowly succumbed to its wounds, giving a cry before it fell onto it's knees before it dissipated back into the Fade. Whatever spirit it had been, it was lost due to the corruption brought on by the Venatori.
With the demon gone, silence prevailed over the battlefield as the warriors caught their breath, the great behemoth suddenly gone. Soon slight cheers erupted from the Orlesian warriors.
"Come, we must tend to the injured and the dead," Ser Aria's voice rang out over the cheers, bringing them back to reality. Despite the number that had remained fighting, most had actually survived the fight, though they were severely injured. A good number were out cold, some had limbs that shouldn't be bent in some ways, burns that prevented them from fighting efficiently.
As the able bodied of the Chevaliers moved to set up a camp under Ser Aria's orders, the soldiers and wardens regrouped. 15 chevaliers were alive and well, and two of the wardens from the original six, Jeram and the Circle Mage who had stuck to the edge of the battle. A few were sent to set up an emergency camp, while the remainders were sent to gather and count the dead and injured. Percival seemed to have survived the foray as well, emerging with several wounds. Despite his youth, he was a competent fighter and had managed to avoid getting hit for the most part. His armour though probably needed a good fix, but he went to collect the wounded and counting the dead.
Skaldrin was found alive near the tree line, though he had several broken ribs from being flung against a tree from the demon's whip and landing wrongly. His armour was heavily dented and was causing him more pain and restricting his movement; so the soldiers worked to undo the straps to get him out of it. He was probably fine given the amount of swearing he was doing.
The dead were left for later as the soldiers combed the area. From the distance, Percival could be seen carrying Javier's prone form. There was a wide gash from a broadsword running across the boy's chest though the sharp-eyed would notice him breathing despite the red blossoming from his wound. Javier would be placed at the area for the wounded, whether to help them on their passing or to see what could be done for their wounds. The Circle Mage, Elissa, would try her best although from the glow of magic, she was running out of juice and exhaustion was settling in as she tended from person to person.
At the end of it all, the Orlesians had lost ten of their chevaliers, and the wardens were all accounted for, all except the Dalish Mage and Rogue. Their bodies were strangely missing from the injured and the dead as well, although it was only when things had calmed down that their absence was noted.
With the demon gone, silence prevailed over the battlefield as the warriors caught their breath, the great behemoth suddenly gone. Soon slight cheers erupted from the Orlesian warriors.
"Come, we must tend to the injured and the dead," Ser Aria's voice rang out over the cheers, bringing them back to reality. Despite the number that had remained fighting, most had actually survived the fight, though they were severely injured. A good number were out cold, some had limbs that shouldn't be bent in some ways, burns that prevented them from fighting efficiently.
As the able bodied of the Chevaliers moved to set up a camp under Ser Aria's orders, the soldiers and wardens regrouped. 15 chevaliers were alive and well, and two of the wardens from the original six, Jeram and the Circle Mage who had stuck to the edge of the battle. A few were sent to set up an emergency camp, while the remainders were sent to gather and count the dead and injured. Percival seemed to have survived the foray as well, emerging with several wounds. Despite his youth, he was a competent fighter and had managed to avoid getting hit for the most part. His armour though probably needed a good fix, but he went to collect the wounded and counting the dead.
Skaldrin was found alive near the tree line, though he had several broken ribs from being flung against a tree from the demon's whip and landing wrongly. His armour was heavily dented and was causing him more pain and restricting his movement; so the soldiers worked to undo the straps to get him out of it. He was probably fine given the amount of swearing he was doing.
The dead were left for later as the soldiers combed the area. From the distance, Percival could be seen carrying Javier's prone form. There was a wide gash from a broadsword running across the boy's chest though the sharp-eyed would notice him breathing despite the red blossoming from his wound. Javier would be placed at the area for the wounded, whether to help them on their passing or to see what could be done for their wounds. The Circle Mage, Elissa, would try her best although from the glow of magic, she was running out of juice and exhaustion was settling in as she tended from person to person.
At the end of it all, the Orlesians had lost ten of their chevaliers, and the wardens were all accounted for, all except the Dalish Mage and Rogue. Their bodies were strangely missing from the injured and the dead as well, although it was only when things had calmed down that their absence was noted.
The battle was done and Selora was glad of it. The casualties were still high, it seemed, including Tobias. That was a shame. The Chevaliers had comported themselves well and the elf mage was glad she'd waited for backup instead of urging her small group to act immediately.
"Lucius. Help gather the wounded " She told her companion. "I'm going to see what I can do for them."
Which might be precious little. She could use what blood magic she knew with the Wardens, they were more accepting of such a tool, but the Orlesians? It would be out of the question. There was a difference between being assumed to be a blood mage due to one's nation of origin and outright performing it in front of others. Some of the chevaliers might have even been Templar's once.
Instead, Selora uncorked what was left of her lyrium potion and drank it down. She got to work, helping Elissa, trying to save those who could be saved and ease the passing of those too far gone. It was still tiring, grueling work, but it was also the role of a mage after a battle. Ironically, in the Imperium, the mortally wounded may have been sacrificed to heal those that could still be saved. Selora suspected Orlesian morality didn't allow for such a leap.
She did her best to save Javier's life, again. Skaldrin would be looked over as well to make sure his injuries weren't more serious than his grousing suggested.
Later on, she'd notice the lack of the two Dalish Wardens. Suddenly, the dispelling under the tent and the hidden form made much more sense. Likely as not, whatever artifact there was had been taken. Presumably, for return to the Dalish, else the two would be with their fellow Wardens. Irritating but there was little she could do. By the time she was done tending to the injured, she felt too exhausted to even look again herself. Perhaps tomorrow, once she'd had some rest...
"Lucius. Help gather the wounded " She told her companion. "I'm going to see what I can do for them."
Which might be precious little. She could use what blood magic she knew with the Wardens, they were more accepting of such a tool, but the Orlesians? It would be out of the question. There was a difference between being assumed to be a blood mage due to one's nation of origin and outright performing it in front of others. Some of the chevaliers might have even been Templar's once.
Instead, Selora uncorked what was left of her lyrium potion and drank it down. She got to work, helping Elissa, trying to save those who could be saved and ease the passing of those too far gone. It was still tiring, grueling work, but it was also the role of a mage after a battle. Ironically, in the Imperium, the mortally wounded may have been sacrificed to heal those that could still be saved. Selora suspected Orlesian morality didn't allow for such a leap.
She did her best to save Javier's life, again. Skaldrin would be looked over as well to make sure his injuries weren't more serious than his grousing suggested.
Later on, she'd notice the lack of the two Dalish Wardens. Suddenly, the dispelling under the tent and the hidden form made much more sense. Likely as not, whatever artifact there was had been taken. Presumably, for return to the Dalish, else the two would be with their fellow Wardens. Irritating but there was little she could do. By the time she was done tending to the injured, she felt too exhausted to even look again herself. Perhaps tomorrow, once she'd had some rest...
Tobias wasn't about on this expedition! He was somewhere in the Deep Roads with a new recruit named Runt.
Yep Javier needed saving because honestly, he wasn't as tanky as Skaldrin was, he favoured mobility over security and paid for it in the battles. He should probably get some better armour after this once someone had words with him on how often he got injured. Selora's magic would aid him and a few other chevaliers. Skaldrin was fine save for the more superficial injuries and ribs. Once he was assured he wouldnt be dying, he'd urge the mages to tend to the more serious cases.
The Venatori tent site was commandeered for the Orlesians and Wardens to use while others went to get their supplies. There were other soldiers who had remained behind at the camp to guard and move things, mostly those newly recruited. At first they had been protesting but went silent as they realised their importance in assisting those after the battle.
Selora would be allocated a sleeping space with the Wardens and the Chevaliers built a fire for them. Soup was made while news was dispatched and all that. The mages were allowed to rest, although everyone was just quietly licking their wounds and recovering.
The wardens themselves were discussing, despite their injuries, about the missing Dalish.
"Don't recall seeing them helping us much in the battle," Jeram said thoughtfully. "Though we'd have to check with Elissa when she wakes." The circle mage was tired out and had passed out once she was satisfied that was all she could have done for the serious cases.
Skaldrin had his armour off and was bandaged in a splint, courtesy of the Orlesian soldiers. "Aye... didn't see Revas about at least. He should have been lurking and I thought he was hiding somewhere and striking. Funny that their bodies aren't found."
Still eventually things wound down for the night for people to rest and recover before the leaders would reconvene in the morning, and people started going through the trunks of the Venatori. Naturally, the Dalish artifact was gone, along with the Dalish themselves.
Yep Javier needed saving because honestly, he wasn't as tanky as Skaldrin was, he favoured mobility over security and paid for it in the battles. He should probably get some better armour after this once someone had words with him on how often he got injured. Selora's magic would aid him and a few other chevaliers. Skaldrin was fine save for the more superficial injuries and ribs. Once he was assured he wouldnt be dying, he'd urge the mages to tend to the more serious cases.
The Venatori tent site was commandeered for the Orlesians and Wardens to use while others went to get their supplies. There were other soldiers who had remained behind at the camp to guard and move things, mostly those newly recruited. At first they had been protesting but went silent as they realised their importance in assisting those after the battle.
Selora would be allocated a sleeping space with the Wardens and the Chevaliers built a fire for them. Soup was made while news was dispatched and all that. The mages were allowed to rest, although everyone was just quietly licking their wounds and recovering.
The wardens themselves were discussing, despite their injuries, about the missing Dalish.
"Don't recall seeing them helping us much in the battle," Jeram said thoughtfully. "Though we'd have to check with Elissa when she wakes." The circle mage was tired out and had passed out once she was satisfied that was all she could have done for the serious cases.
Skaldrin had his armour off and was bandaged in a splint, courtesy of the Orlesian soldiers. "Aye... didn't see Revas about at least. He should have been lurking and I thought he was hiding somewhere and striking. Funny that their bodies aren't found."
Still eventually things wound down for the night for people to rest and recover before the leaders would reconvene in the morning, and people started going through the trunks of the Venatori. Naturally, the Dalish artifact was gone, along with the Dalish themselves.
"They weren't killed." Selora shook her head. "They took the artifact and left."
Which was irritating. It was also up the Wardens how they'd deal with two of their fellows not helping with the battle. For her part, the mage was too tired by the end of the day to dwell on it overly much. She set her wards and was asleep before long, not antisocial but exhausted. Her dreams, thankfully, should be more benign with the Rage Demons not as prolific in the Fade here anymore.
In the morning, Selora continued to aid what survivors she could. She also took a cursory look through the Venatori's things. At least one of them had recognized her and if there was any correspondence intact, her master would no doubt be interested to know which of his rivals was still secretly supporting the cult. She'd also make a point to bid farewell to Percival; she'd never consider the man a friend, likely as not, but he was tolerable for a shem.
"The two Dalish may have gone back to the graveyard." She said to Skaldrin later, having reflected on it more. "But I don't know for sure. Just a hunch."
She shrugged her slim shoulders.
"Nor do I know it's worth looking. We have enough injured. I can keep those who survived from our group alive and healing on our way back to Vigil's Keep. Unless your business here isn't concluded?"
Which was irritating. It was also up the Wardens how they'd deal with two of their fellows not helping with the battle. For her part, the mage was too tired by the end of the day to dwell on it overly much. She set her wards and was asleep before long, not antisocial but exhausted. Her dreams, thankfully, should be more benign with the Rage Demons not as prolific in the Fade here anymore.
In the morning, Selora continued to aid what survivors she could. She also took a cursory look through the Venatori's things. At least one of them had recognized her and if there was any correspondence intact, her master would no doubt be interested to know which of his rivals was still secretly supporting the cult. She'd also make a point to bid farewell to Percival; she'd never consider the man a friend, likely as not, but he was tolerable for a shem.
"The two Dalish may have gone back to the graveyard." She said to Skaldrin later, having reflected on it more. "But I don't know for sure. Just a hunch."
She shrugged her slim shoulders.
"Nor do I know it's worth looking. We have enough injured. I can keep those who survived from our group alive and healing on our way back to Vigil's Keep. Unless your business here isn't concluded?"
Skaldrin and Jeram exchanged looks and they shook their heads.
"The commanders aren't going to like it...," Skaldrin said frowning.
"Nope."
In the Fade, Justice would be there, aiding the spirits of those gone, Venatori and Chevalier alike, although Selora's dreams were mostly undisturbed. In a brief passing he hoped he had done his job in assisting them by causing problems with the control the Venatori had over the Pride Demon.
Jeram would take charge in the morning, leaving the wardens to rest. He was the only one functioning. Skaldrin was recovering from a broken rib, Elissa was exhausted from healing and Javier had a chest wound to recover from.
Selora was allowed to take all the correspondence she needed. There were a few names she would recognise, some belonging to a faction opposing the Lucerni. This would be incriminating indeed given that the Venatori are not officially sanctioned in any capacity by the Tevinter Imperium. There would also be a good number of supplies from the Imperium if she wanted to take them as comfort food. Rather high quality brands of tea and some sweets.
The Chevaliers would help themselves to any of the jewellery, although the Wardens were welcomed to take any armour and weapons. There would be a couple of books on Imperium magic as well which were entrusted to the Wardens though Selora was welcomed to its pickings.
Ser Aria would bid them farewell before departing with a bulk of her men, Percival included, leaving only a few behind to assist the Wardens: 4 young chevaliers who had volunteered. The rest would head back to Halamshiral, taking their wounded and dead along with them.
Skaldrin frowned when Selora confided with him about the Dalish. "Not worth looking. Losing two wardens is bad enough, even if they did run away. My worry is for Elissa though. She's the only one from the Orlesian side and going back alone isn't going to help her any. Not to mention the Warden-Commander is going to have words. Least I heard Dalish were disappearing, something about a fern herald or something. Didn't expect wardens to vanish though, they took an oath." And were bound by the taint, but that was only for wardens to know.
The four chevaliers would assist with loading if needed. From the looks of things, they were... even more junior than Percival was, squires of them perhaps, and a lot younger.
"The commanders aren't going to like it...," Skaldrin said frowning.
"Nope."
In the Fade, Justice would be there, aiding the spirits of those gone, Venatori and Chevalier alike, although Selora's dreams were mostly undisturbed. In a brief passing he hoped he had done his job in assisting them by causing problems with the control the Venatori had over the Pride Demon.
Jeram would take charge in the morning, leaving the wardens to rest. He was the only one functioning. Skaldrin was recovering from a broken rib, Elissa was exhausted from healing and Javier had a chest wound to recover from.
Selora was allowed to take all the correspondence she needed. There were a few names she would recognise, some belonging to a faction opposing the Lucerni. This would be incriminating indeed given that the Venatori are not officially sanctioned in any capacity by the Tevinter Imperium. There would also be a good number of supplies from the Imperium if she wanted to take them as comfort food. Rather high quality brands of tea and some sweets.
The Chevaliers would help themselves to any of the jewellery, although the Wardens were welcomed to take any armour and weapons. There would be a couple of books on Imperium magic as well which were entrusted to the Wardens though Selora was welcomed to its pickings.
Ser Aria would bid them farewell before departing with a bulk of her men, Percival included, leaving only a few behind to assist the Wardens: 4 young chevaliers who had volunteered. The rest would head back to Halamshiral, taking their wounded and dead along with them.
Skaldrin frowned when Selora confided with him about the Dalish. "Not worth looking. Losing two wardens is bad enough, even if they did run away. My worry is for Elissa though. She's the only one from the Orlesian side and going back alone isn't going to help her any. Not to mention the Warden-Commander is going to have words. Least I heard Dalish were disappearing, something about a fern herald or something. Didn't expect wardens to vanish though, they took an oath." And were bound by the taint, but that was only for wardens to know.
The four chevaliers would assist with loading if needed. From the looks of things, they were... even more junior than Percival was, squires of them perhaps, and a lot younger.
She'd thanked Justice in her dreams; the spirits actions had indeed been helpful. True to her word as well, the Venatori had been slain and the artifact, even if not by her design, had ended up with the Dalish. Things had worked out alright on that front and she hoped Justice would remember such in the future, if she ever met the spirit again.
Selora kept the Venatori's letters; she'd address it with Magister Deracles later and let him decide how to handle it in the Imperium. The men who'd been in possession of them were no longer a problem and her master could keep Tevinter clean as he saw fit. Her assignment to Vigil's Keep hadn't changed need and she would continue on as she had before. The tea and sweets from her homeland were an added bonus, which she'd share with Lucius as well. Vimes would get to sample Tevinter tea after all, when she returned to the fortress with it. She cared little for the jewelry but the spellbooks would be seized as thoroughly as possible, for her own study later, then perhaps back home or to the Wardens if it wasn't anything too dangerous. The Order had a proud history but it's record of showing sufficient caution, during the Inquisition, was suspect. She'd rather know what was in them before other mages got their hands on them.
"My opinion on the Dalish is already fairly low. I hadn't heard of any fern herald. Ultimately, I have little say on it. Desertion is a matter for the Warden-Commander to address." Selora didn't find the idea of someone breaking an oath to be terribly surprising but she also didn't know how the Joining worked in full detail either. "Elissa will be fine. She did her duty, she helped save many lives."
Selora kept the Venatori's letters; she'd address it with Magister Deracles later and let him decide how to handle it in the Imperium. The men who'd been in possession of them were no longer a problem and her master could keep Tevinter clean as he saw fit. Her assignment to Vigil's Keep hadn't changed need and she would continue on as she had before. The tea and sweets from her homeland were an added bonus, which she'd share with Lucius as well. Vimes would get to sample Tevinter tea after all, when she returned to the fortress with it. She cared little for the jewelry but the spellbooks would be seized as thoroughly as possible, for her own study later, then perhaps back home or to the Wardens if it wasn't anything too dangerous. The Order had a proud history but it's record of showing sufficient caution, during the Inquisition, was suspect. She'd rather know what was in them before other mages got their hands on them.
"My opinion on the Dalish is already fairly low. I hadn't heard of any fern herald. Ultimately, I have little say on it. Desertion is a matter for the Warden-Commander to address." Selora didn't find the idea of someone breaking an oath to be terribly surprising but she also didn't know how the Joining worked in full detail either. "Elissa will be fine. She did her duty, she helped save many lives."
The spell books were interesting, quite a few were studying the Dalish artifacts and one had been in the process of being written before its author had met his or her demise at the hands of the Orlesians and Wardens. The object that had been stolen was shaped like a halla, and so far from what the Venatori had gathered, it was a statue but there was old Dalish writing on it that they couldn't understand. To the author's credit, they had it written down on the paper so not all was lost.
"Aye, that she did. You hear that Elissa?" Skaldrin said in response to Selora's words and the circle mage gave a sheepish thumbs up. Seeing that the wardens needed no more help, the Chevaliers offered to escort Elissa back to Orlais, and if one was observant, one young chevalier had been making sheep eyes at her.
Jeram handled most of the loading of horses, and probably got Lucius and Selora to help. Javier was still recovering and Skaldrin had his ribs to worry about. In contrast, the dwarven warrior was just bruised and cut.
"It was good being in the field with you again Salroka, don't often get that now," Jeram said as they headed back to the keep.
(So which direction would you like to take?
a) Selora looks more into the artifact and the studies
b) Attends the debrief with the wardens
c) Something else you have in mind
Options are not mutually exclusive, just if you have a preference or order xD)
"Aye, that she did. You hear that Elissa?" Skaldrin said in response to Selora's words and the circle mage gave a sheepish thumbs up. Seeing that the wardens needed no more help, the Chevaliers offered to escort Elissa back to Orlais, and if one was observant, one young chevalier had been making sheep eyes at her.
Jeram handled most of the loading of horses, and probably got Lucius and Selora to help. Javier was still recovering and Skaldrin had his ribs to worry about. In contrast, the dwarven warrior was just bruised and cut.
"It was good being in the field with you again Salroka, don't often get that now," Jeram said as they headed back to the keep.
(So which direction would you like to take?
a) Selora looks more into the artifact and the studies
b) Attends the debrief with the wardens
c) Something else you have in mind
Options are not mutually exclusive, just if you have a preference or order xD)
((A and B; she'd try to figure out more about it as it was important enough for two Wardens to seemingly desert mid-battle. She's also intrusive and likes being at other functions, hah))
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