1. [ This is not the first time she has felt like an unwanted guest in a hall full of strangers. In fact, it is not so different from Skyhold, the court warm and lit with torches and candles, people milling about and talking both jovially and in hushed tones. It's more remarkable that there are a few, mostly her escorts, offering her food and drink and a place to sit and gather her bearings. The journey itself has been an odd one, winding from Thedas to something new altogether - this Drabwurld - and she is curious (and wary) of what it may hold.
She should be more concerned that she has wandered away from her duty. But some part of her revels in the unknown, in the knowledge she can find here, and for the change of pace. No one is calling her 'Herald'. No one is calling her 'Inquisitor'. Here, she is just another stranger, just another face in the crowd.
So there is food to be had and places to explore, and some people might find the elf wandering to be a curious sight, but she is not so shy as to keep herself from asking a few people: ]
Do you know where the rulers of this court are? I would speak with them. [ But she recognizes the look in their eye and frowns. ] That's...not going to be possible, is it?
3. [ Seelie - The Great Greenwood It has taken her many days to make her way to the Greenwood, gifted with a beautiful mount to guide her there. Even upon entering the wood, she can feel a stark difference; the trees seem to whisper and there is a sense of home that she has not felt since she had been back with her clan many months ago. It makes her want to stay and cast the duty of her court behind-- But she clings to that part of herself, the want to help others, and she knows she will return eventually. Still, there are things to see, knowledge to gather... Perhaps she will learn things here that will help when she eventually returns to Thedas.
As she begins to make camp, something rustles nearby, though it's there for a moment and gone the next. Nasrin stops and grips her staff, eventually turning, the mark on her hand sparking angrily with green.
She hurls a fireball at the sound. ]
[ Unseelie She has been asking everyone for some support in going out into the field, as she has glimpsed word of Loch Noa and its surrounding forest and hopes that perhaps that might give her something to go on, perhaps a place to find artifacts to help the Unseelie...or perhaps to help herself in the growing conflict in Thedas. Lavellan has asked around enough, prodded people, attempted to cajole. But she goes to the stables anyway to find a mount, clear in her intent to ride and find for herself what lies beyond the circle of the castle.
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[ ooc: keeping spoilers out unless someone indicates it's okay. undecided with the court so I put up a few prompts just in case!! ]
Inquisitor Lavellan | Dragon Age: Inquisition | court undecided
[ This is not the first time she has felt like an unwanted guest in a hall full of strangers. In fact, it is not so different from Skyhold, the court warm and lit with torches and candles, people milling about and talking both jovially and in hushed tones. It's more remarkable that there are a few, mostly her escorts, offering her food and drink and a place to sit and gather her bearings. The journey itself has been an odd one, winding from Thedas to something new altogether - this Drabwurld - and she is curious (and wary) of what it may hold.
She should be more concerned that she has wandered away from her duty. But some part of her revels in the unknown, in the knowledge she can find here, and for the change of pace. No one is calling her 'Herald'. No one is calling her 'Inquisitor'. Here, she is just another stranger, just another face in the crowd.
So there is food to be had and places to explore, and some people might find the elf wandering to be a curious sight, but she is not so shy as to keep herself from asking a few people: ]
Do you know where the rulers of this court are? I would speak with them. [ But she recognizes the look in their eye and frowns. ] That's...not going to be possible, is it?
3.
[ Seelie - The Great Greenwood
It has taken her many days to make her way to the Greenwood, gifted with a beautiful mount to guide her there. Even upon entering the wood, she can feel a stark difference; the trees seem to whisper and there is a sense of home that she has not felt since she had been back with her clan many months ago. It makes her want to stay and cast the duty of her court behind-- But she clings to that part of herself, the want to help others, and she knows she will return eventually. Still, there are things to see, knowledge to gather... Perhaps she will learn things here that will help when she eventually returns to Thedas.
As she begins to make camp, something rustles nearby, though it's there for a moment and gone the next. Nasrin stops and grips her staff, eventually turning, the mark on her hand sparking angrily with green.
She hurls a fireball at the sound. ]
[ Unseelie
She has been asking everyone for some support in going out into the field, as she has glimpsed word of Loch Noa and its surrounding forest and hopes that perhaps that might give her something to go on, perhaps a place to find artifacts to help the Unseelie...or perhaps to help herself in the growing conflict in Thedas. Lavellan has asked around enough, prodded people, attempted to cajole. But she goes to the stables anyway to find a mount, clear in her intent to ride and find for herself what lies beyond the circle of the castle.
Want to join? ]
[ ooc: keeping spoilers out unless someone indicates it's okay. undecided with the court so I put up a few prompts just in case!! ]