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Elora was quite receptive to her idea and even offered an idea of her own. Ella chuckled a bit at the idea.
Altha would speak once more distracting the two from their conversation, "So it seems you are all still interested. Good, now if you have question come see me by the bar, otherwise your rooms await you in the back."
Everyone nodded as Katari asked a question of his own.
"Are there any others being held by these Templars?"
The answer was long but boiled down to ' it didn't matter.' Ella was less than impressed with Altha's tactics in the tale and it surely must have shown on her face. Still, she said nothing.
"Goodnight everyone, can't have to get going and have some fun making chaos," Angelo would announce just as he waved over an elven woman for the night. "Well I'm going to sleep well tonight.”
She watched as Angelo headed off to bed with his “company.” In truth, she was quite offended he so blanently would do such a thing, and then announce it in the present company. As it would turn out she indeed wasn't the only one repulsed.
"Dirty dathrasi..."
She nodded in agreement before turning to the rest. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I will see you in the morn. I pray you sleep well,” she said as she lifted herself from her chair and off to a room that was hopefully as clean as they say.
Altha would speak once more distracting the two from their conversation, "So it seems you are all still interested. Good, now if you have question come see me by the bar, otherwise your rooms await you in the back."
Everyone nodded as Katari asked a question of his own.
"Are there any others being held by these Templars?"
The answer was long but boiled down to ' it didn't matter.' Ella was less than impressed with Altha's tactics in the tale and it surely must have shown on her face. Still, she said nothing.
"Goodnight everyone, can't have to get going and have some fun making chaos," Angelo would announce just as he waved over an elven woman for the night. "Well I'm going to sleep well tonight.”
She watched as Angelo headed off to bed with his “company.” In truth, she was quite offended he so blanently would do such a thing, and then announce it in the present company. As it would turn out she indeed wasn't the only one repulsed.
"Dirty dathrasi..."
She nodded in agreement before turning to the rest. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I will see you in the morn. I pray you sleep well,” she said as she lifted herself from her chair and off to a room that was hopefully as clean as they say.
The one who called himself Angelo would carry on and beat his armored chest in much the way an ape might attempting to display dominance. In all honesty Ella felt like it might as well be. Maybe was was just quick to judge but either his fervor for battle is unrivaled, or the blows to the head over the years have taken their toll. Only time would tell.
Katari spoke briefly, but as much opposite in tone as the prior as one could. His voice was flat and serious compared to the brother elf who spoke only seconds ago. Ella would soon be distracted from the conversation as Altha, another Dalish comrade, motioned over a woman and threw her a bag of coinage; she couldn't be sure how much. Still, the bar was quickly and efficiently emptied. He rolled out a large map across the table and began to explain the mission, pointing to various places on the map as he spoke.
Angelo interrupted betting on his own self-glory. Ella shook her head, she would defiantly have her work cut out for her. In all truth, Ella did not enjoy the idea of killing, and by her own hand few have fallen, and only when defending who she has sworn to protect. Should it come to her having to fight, hopefully for her sake, it won't be a fair one; she wouldn't stand a chance and knew it.
"It's pure extract of the worst smell I ever encountered, Oghren a Grey Warden dwarf. Seriously if you value your life don't smell it...”
"This is a dwarf's bodily fluids?," the human questioned aloud. Ella was hard to suppress a look of disgust, but did not manage to hold back a chuckle at her reaction.
The rest asked their questions and confirmed with the plan. It was simple enough Ella supposed, hopefully it would be effective. Still, Angelo spoke again. Ella sighed as he went on.
Ella sat annoyed for a moment before leaning towards Elora while Angelo was still going on, “He said it would knock out anything but a dwarf, yes? Do you think he would be upset if we used it to shut him up?,” she asked jokingly.
Katari spoke briefly, but as much opposite in tone as the prior as one could. His voice was flat and serious compared to the brother elf who spoke only seconds ago. Ella would soon be distracted from the conversation as Altha, another Dalish comrade, motioned over a woman and threw her a bag of coinage; she couldn't be sure how much. Still, the bar was quickly and efficiently emptied. He rolled out a large map across the table and began to explain the mission, pointing to various places on the map as he spoke.
Angelo interrupted betting on his own self-glory. Ella shook her head, she would defiantly have her work cut out for her. In all truth, Ella did not enjoy the idea of killing, and by her own hand few have fallen, and only when defending who she has sworn to protect. Should it come to her having to fight, hopefully for her sake, it won't be a fair one; she wouldn't stand a chance and knew it.
"It's pure extract of the worst smell I ever encountered, Oghren a Grey Warden dwarf. Seriously if you value your life don't smell it...”
"This is a dwarf's bodily fluids?," the human questioned aloud. Ella was hard to suppress a look of disgust, but did not manage to hold back a chuckle at her reaction.
The rest asked their questions and confirmed with the plan. It was simple enough Ella supposed, hopefully it would be effective. Still, Angelo spoke again. Ella sighed as he went on.
Ella sat annoyed for a moment before leaning towards Elora while Angelo was still going on, “He said it would knock out anything but a dwarf, yes? Do you think he would be upset if we used it to shut him up?,” she asked jokingly.
Around this man sat a strange assortment: a human woman, another Dalish, a dwarf, and a Qunari. Could these really be them? Leliana certainly had put a strange group together if this was the case.
"I'm Alatha, Leliana sent word of you, Andaran atish’an sister, glad to have you along.”
And with that all doubt ceased; these were the people she was looking for.
“Andaran atish’an,” she replied with a nod.
He continued to greet the Qunari and begged them to either sit or sleep. She cringed at the thought of the latter. Any bed in this place was nothing she wanted a part of. She opted for the table, besides, it would be rude to leave so quickly. She quietly sat down at the round table, just across the the one who she now knew to be Altha and listened as everyone one-by-one spoke.
It would be the Qunari who would speak first just as drinks would hit the table. Affront her a flagon of some form of beer. The smell was so strong she swore she could taste it just by it sitting there. Damn, she hated beer. Still, she did not want to appear rude, maybe if it was a human, or one of those brutish oxmen, but she was not about be rude to a brother.
She listened as the Qunari introduced himself and looked him over as she picked up the beer. While she had to admit she hadn't run across that many, she had yet to see a male so small. She shrugged it off as she raised the mug to her lips.
"And I am no Qunari."
The beer touched her lips and her tastebuds went alight and bitterness filled her mouth. She paused and forced the liquid down her throat, her face reddening with the displeasure she had just endured. She hoped the oxman Katari did not notice. They weren't known for their kindness or patience. She placed the mug back onto the table where this time it would stay undisturbed. She finished her social obligation, and wasn't intending to drink anymore anytime soon. The dwarf would speak up next.
Vavin was his name and traps seemed to be his game, maybe with a side of dark humor. The human would speak next, but only after pouring herself some wine. Her game was silent murder.
A Tal-Vashoth, a trap-making dwarf, a Dalish bard, and an assassin human... Leliana sure knew how to pick'em. What in the world was she doing here? Of course it could be merely egos talking but she seemed to be surrounded by very combat capable folks, but none in the traditional sense. Her use would be tested, no doubt. She was not the most sneaky, or the most deadly, but she did have one advantage to bring to the table. She held no outward appearance of a threat. She carried only a staff and no armor or blades of any kind. She was thin and as most elves appear to be, almost frail and young. No one would suspect the kindly little doctor elf.
It seemed to be her turn and politely spoke, “Ellavorn, but most I get called Ella. I work mostly with information, otherwise I tend to the wounded wherever I am needed. A pleasure,” she sealed with a small smile.
"I'm Alatha, Leliana sent word of you, Andaran atish’an sister, glad to have you along.”
And with that all doubt ceased; these were the people she was looking for.
“Andaran atish’an,” she replied with a nod.
He continued to greet the Qunari and begged them to either sit or sleep. She cringed at the thought of the latter. Any bed in this place was nothing she wanted a part of. She opted for the table, besides, it would be rude to leave so quickly. She quietly sat down at the round table, just across the the one who she now knew to be Altha and listened as everyone one-by-one spoke.
It would be the Qunari who would speak first just as drinks would hit the table. Affront her a flagon of some form of beer. The smell was so strong she swore she could taste it just by it sitting there. Damn, she hated beer. Still, she did not want to appear rude, maybe if it was a human, or one of those brutish oxmen, but she was not about be rude to a brother.
She listened as the Qunari introduced himself and looked him over as she picked up the beer. While she had to admit she hadn't run across that many, she had yet to see a male so small. She shrugged it off as she raised the mug to her lips.
"And I am no Qunari."
The beer touched her lips and her tastebuds went alight and bitterness filled her mouth. She paused and forced the liquid down her throat, her face reddening with the displeasure she had just endured. She hoped the oxman Katari did not notice. They weren't known for their kindness or patience. She placed the mug back onto the table where this time it would stay undisturbed. She finished her social obligation, and wasn't intending to drink anymore anytime soon. The dwarf would speak up next.
Vavin was his name and traps seemed to be his game, maybe with a side of dark humor. The human would speak next, but only after pouring herself some wine. Her game was silent murder.
A Tal-Vashoth, a trap-making dwarf, a Dalish bard, and an assassin human... Leliana sure knew how to pick'em. What in the world was she doing here? Of course it could be merely egos talking but she seemed to be surrounded by very combat capable folks, but none in the traditional sense. Her use would be tested, no doubt. She was not the most sneaky, or the most deadly, but she did have one advantage to bring to the table. She held no outward appearance of a threat. She carried only a staff and no armor or blades of any kind. She was thin and as most elves appear to be, almost frail and young. No one would suspect the kindly little doctor elf.
It seemed to be her turn and politely spoke, “Ellavorn, but most I get called Ella. I work mostly with information, otherwise I tend to the wounded wherever I am needed. A pleasure,” she sealed with a small smile.
Please forgive my post. Overtime has been killing me and have been really busy. =(
Two green eyes peered down at the encoded slip of paper once more. To someone without knowing the key it would appear gibberish, to her… well… it still appeared as such… for the most part. Scribbles lined the paper showing multiple attempts at decoding the message correctly. At least this time she got a location.
“Pearl?” she asked herself. Somehow the place sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it.
Crumpling up the piece of paper she slipped the message into her pocket.
As she made her way through the streets she could feel eyes following her. This was not the best part of Denerim that was for sure. Maybe she should’ve chosen more discreet garb rather than her traditional Dalish dress. Still, when she got the letter she wasn’t prepared to have to hide, her tattoos made that neigh impossible regardless.
Ella continued briskly through the growing crowd keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. It would be then her ears would perk at the word ‘Pearl.’ She immediately diverted her eyes in the direction. Two dirt-covered human men seemed to be talking about it. She couldn’t discern any more words from their conversation, but their animated hand motions made up for it.
“Gotcha,” she mumbled under her breath.
~ ~ ~ ~
As it would turn out she was nearby, but the Pearl wasn’t well advertised, and the reason would be made clear when she walked in the door.
Inside she saw men and women alike all gathered in groups or awaiting “services.” A few of the patrons looked her way, she cringed just thinking about what was going on in their heads. She tried to ignore it; she had to find the contact. She pulled the slip from her pocket and read her poor decoding and looked up. As if on purpose her eyes fell upon a man, a Dalish man of all things, matching the description.
“Leli,” she said in more of an asking tone than anything else.
“Pearl?” she asked herself. Somehow the place sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it.
Crumpling up the piece of paper she slipped the message into her pocket.
As she made her way through the streets she could feel eyes following her. This was not the best part of Denerim that was for sure. Maybe she should’ve chosen more discreet garb rather than her traditional Dalish dress. Still, when she got the letter she wasn’t prepared to have to hide, her tattoos made that neigh impossible regardless.
Ella continued briskly through the growing crowd keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. It would be then her ears would perk at the word ‘Pearl.’ She immediately diverted her eyes in the direction. Two dirt-covered human men seemed to be talking about it. She couldn’t discern any more words from their conversation, but their animated hand motions made up for it.
“Gotcha,” she mumbled under her breath.
~ ~ ~ ~
As it would turn out she was nearby, but the Pearl wasn’t well advertised, and the reason would be made clear when she walked in the door.
Inside she saw men and women alike all gathered in groups or awaiting “services.” A few of the patrons looked her way, she cringed just thinking about what was going on in their heads. She tried to ignore it; she had to find the contact. She pulled the slip from her pocket and read her poor decoding and looked up. As if on purpose her eyes fell upon a man, a Dalish man of all things, matching the description.
“Leli,” she said in more of an asking tone than anything else.
Present.
My CS is finished as well.
Just to verify the Inquisition had just formed and is current in Haven?
Name: Ellavorn “Ella” Rothruindes
Race: Dalish elf
Gender: Female
Class: Spirit Mage
Personality: Ella is and has always been scholarly and curious. She has spent most of her life consumed by spirit magic and its study. She has always proven savvy in not only spirit magic but medicine in general as well. Delicate and polite by nature she has been, quite lately as of late, pressed into conflict to protect and support those under her care against increasingly insurmountable odds.
Origin: Ella has been practicing healing magic for most of her life and had since built up quite the reputation for her art. For some time the war between the mages and templar left her home alone. She still saw causalities of war and treated the fallen as best as she could. However, soon enough the war itself overflowed into Dalish territory. It would be luck that someone named Leliana found her and recruited her for her skills and since found it necessary to start learning offensive magics although she is still quite inexperienced in offense.
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Race: Dalish elf
Gender: Female
Class: Spirit Mage
Personality: Ella is and has always been scholarly and curious. She has spent most of her life consumed by spirit magic and its study. She has always proven savvy in not only spirit magic but medicine in general as well. Delicate and polite by nature she has been, quite lately as of late, pressed into conflict to protect and support those under her care against increasingly insurmountable odds.
Origin: Ella has been practicing healing magic for most of her life and had since built up quite the reputation for her art. For some time the war between the mages and templar left her home alone. She still saw causalities of war and treated the fallen as best as she could. However, soon enough the war itself overflowed into Dalish territory. It would be luck that someone named Leliana found her and recruited her for her skills and since found it necessary to start learning offensive magics although she is still quite inexperienced in offense.
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