"Hunt for the village, they said, it would be EASY they said-" Nevermind that he is no Dalish, no forest elf accustomed to the stalking and tracking of prey, nevermind that he'd learned on the road if he wanted any kind of palatable meal (Alistair has no skill for it, the pretty fool), nevermind that he is better suited to the hunting and slaying of men- meat means hunting, hunting means learning the woods, means taking aim at a badger and finding it knocking down the tree he was in after he fired his first shot. It may or may not be knocking down every tree in it's way as he makes a mad dash back to safety- swearing all the wile. "It's possessed!"
The only thing that makes sense, clearly, the only kind of warning he can throw ahead to whoever might be so unfortunate to be in the streets as he tries to avoid getting crushed.
Staying Power
Strange buildings, strange machines- and he should know better than to wander. He should know better than to poke at boxes he can't quite understand- they are more often than not trapped. The hair on the back of his neck stand upright the closer he comes to the dispenser, as he'd heard it called, Antivan on his tongue and curiosity in his eyes. So many options- but what the cost? Magic always had a cost and he was no mage but-
Getting around on foot is tiresome, he'd had more than his fair share of walking on the roads of Fereldan. Teleportaion cannot cause much harm now, can it?
It can't.
But it Is Startling to find himself somewhere else between one moment and the next, a rippling tension coiled in his spine as he tucks and rolls, lading- in someone's bathroom? Bedroom. Kitchen. The Inn, above the fountain, in the fields or over the river- it is a fine time, trying to calm himself enough to stay Maker Damned still. "Ah, my apologies, I'll be out of your hair in a moment, lovely weather, is it not?"
TEXT: UN - The Crow
So this is all marvelous and exciting, very heartwarming the 'come together as a village to endure- but truly- what does an elf have to do to for a proper bottle of wine?
Zevran Arainai | Dragon Age: Origins | OTA
"Hunt for the village, they said, it would be EASY they said-" Nevermind that he is no Dalish, no forest elf accustomed to the stalking and tracking of prey, nevermind that he'd learned on the road if he wanted any kind of palatable meal (Alistair has no skill for it, the pretty fool), nevermind that he is better suited to the hunting and slaying of men- meat means hunting, hunting means learning the woods, means taking aim at a badger and finding it knocking down the tree he was in after he fired his first shot. It may or may not be knocking down every tree in it's way as he makes a mad dash back to safety- swearing all the wile. "It's possessed!"
The only thing that makes sense, clearly, the only kind of warning he can throw ahead to whoever might be so unfortunate to be in the streets as he tries to avoid getting crushed.
Staying Power
Strange buildings, strange machines- and he should know better than to wander. He should know better than to poke at boxes he can't quite understand- they are more often than not trapped. The hair on the back of his neck stand upright the closer he comes to the dispenser, as he'd heard it called, Antivan on his tongue and curiosity in his eyes. So many options- but what the cost? Magic always had a cost and he was no mage but-
Getting around on foot is tiresome, he'd had more than his fair share of walking on the roads of Fereldan. Teleportaion cannot cause much harm now, can it?
It can't.
But it Is Startling to find himself somewhere else between one moment and the next, a rippling tension coiled in his spine as he tucks and rolls, lading- in someone's bathroom? Bedroom. Kitchen. The Inn, above the fountain, in the fields or over the river- it is a fine time, trying to calm himself enough to stay Maker Damned still. "Ah, my apologies, I'll be out of your hair in a moment, lovely weather, is it not?"
TEXT: UN - The Crow
So this is all marvelous and exciting, very heartwarming the 'come together as a village to endure- but truly- what does an elf have to do to for a proper bottle of wine?