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Valus
You can't fight fire with fire. The words rang in Valus' head like a dismal chant as he dodged a chunk of rock. Most of the buildings around him were either ablaze or obscured by thick smoke and glittering embers. Funny how dragonfire melted stone and then somehow kept burning. It had been around half a day since a huge dragon settled its scaly haunches right on top of the Kirkwall chantry. Well, what was left of it, anyways. Guards in uncomfortable-looking plate armor rushed to and fro carrying various sizes of buckets, all frantically trying to stop the flames before they spread to any more aristocrats' homes.
Valus was wary of using any type of magic in this much commotion, even though he was capable of helping extinguish some of the fire. The Chantry had made it very clear what happened to apostates--even one of the Dalish, well beyond the relative safety of his clan.
The dragon roared (or rather, shrieked deafeningly) and he dropped to a crouch as its thick tail sent another stone flying. He had to get out of the square, maybe get to Lowtown and see what he could do to help some of the elves out of the city for now. On the way to the slums, he scanned a worn brick wall where multiple layers of job postings had been plastered over each other. Keeping an eye on the board was a habit he'd picked up since he moved here at his Keeper's behest--some of the jobs paid well and could be done in private. They weren't pleasant, of course (who liked killing giant sewer rats under someone's house?), but he had to support himself somehow.
A large poster stuck out, slapped right on front. In large, hastily-printed font it read:
Definitely a trap. There's no way the Viscount of Kirwall bargained with the entire Templar Order to overlook blatant magic use. Then again...maybe he could pose as an outraged citizen to get all the details? Three sovereigns was a lot. That could pay his rent at the inn for the rest of the time he was here. Valus, you're an idiot, he thought as he turned around and headed right back towards Hightown.
Nyheil
Nyheil flanked a family of five elves as they ran for the docks, her twin daggers in hand in case thugs tried to take advantage of the chaos. Everyone in Kirkwall knew about the dragon by now. She found it hilarious that it had chosen to land where it did, but her smugness was overshadowed by the threat of an actual dragon.
Lowtown's usual stench now mingled with acrid smoke that floated down from the upper city. Most people in the slums had the good sense to put wet rags over their noses and mouths, but every minute the air got harder to breathe. Nyheil's eyes stung and watered, sending her eye makeup streaming down her face. She barked commands to any dawdlers, waving them in the right direction with one of her daggers. They didn't even question her.
She tossed a strand of white hair from her face, turning just in time to see a guard running to her. Great, what are they accusing me of this time? Her grip tightened on her weapons out of habit.
It was a young man, who looked even sweatier than she was given he was wearing an oven. Metal armor and heat just don't mix well. "The Viscount has summoned you," he panted with his hands on his knees.
The Viscount? In the middle of all this? She'd had dealings with him before, usually when he wanted to tell her off for starting trouble--as if she was the one who started it. "I don't have time for that man." She sniffed and took a step away.
"It's for a good cause. And coin. Please."
Well, if she had a silver piece for every time she'd heard a shem say please to her...she'd have one silver piece. "If he threatens me with the dungeons again, I'm coming for you." Taking a moment to make sure everyone was either out of the area or on their way out, she turned on her heel and stalked up the steps.
(Sorry for the ping if it caused extra notifications, I just wanted to make sure I got everyone!
Valus
You can't fight fire with fire. The words rang in Valus' head like a dismal chant as he dodged a chunk of rock. Most of the buildings around him were either ablaze or obscured by thick smoke and glittering embers. Funny how dragonfire melted stone and then somehow kept burning. It had been around half a day since a huge dragon settled its scaly haunches right on top of the Kirkwall chantry. Well, what was left of it, anyways. Guards in uncomfortable-looking plate armor rushed to and fro carrying various sizes of buckets, all frantically trying to stop the flames before they spread to any more aristocrats' homes.
Valus was wary of using any type of magic in this much commotion, even though he was capable of helping extinguish some of the fire. The Chantry had made it very clear what happened to apostates--even one of the Dalish, well beyond the relative safety of his clan.
The dragon roared (or rather, shrieked deafeningly) and he dropped to a crouch as its thick tail sent another stone flying. He had to get out of the square, maybe get to Lowtown and see what he could do to help some of the elves out of the city for now. On the way to the slums, he scanned a worn brick wall where multiple layers of job postings had been plastered over each other. Keeping an eye on the board was a habit he'd picked up since he moved here at his Keeper's behest--some of the jobs paid well and could be done in private. They weren't pleasant, of course (who liked killing giant sewer rats under someone's house?), but he had to support himself somehow.
A large poster stuck out, slapped right on front. In large, hastily-printed font it read:
HELP NEEDED
Apostates required to defeat dragon. Will be granted clemency for use of magic directly related to issue at hand. Monetary compensation provided upon completion of task, minimum 3 sovereigns.
See Viscount for details.
Apostates required to defeat dragon. Will be granted clemency for use of magic directly related to issue at hand. Monetary compensation provided upon completion of task, minimum 3 sovereigns.
See Viscount for details.
Definitely a trap. There's no way the Viscount of Kirwall bargained with the entire Templar Order to overlook blatant magic use. Then again...maybe he could pose as an outraged citizen to get all the details? Three sovereigns was a lot. That could pay his rent at the inn for the rest of the time he was here. Valus, you're an idiot, he thought as he turned around and headed right back towards Hightown.
Nyheil
Nyheil flanked a family of five elves as they ran for the docks, her twin daggers in hand in case thugs tried to take advantage of the chaos. Everyone in Kirkwall knew about the dragon by now. She found it hilarious that it had chosen to land where it did, but her smugness was overshadowed by the threat of an actual dragon.
Lowtown's usual stench now mingled with acrid smoke that floated down from the upper city. Most people in the slums had the good sense to put wet rags over their noses and mouths, but every minute the air got harder to breathe. Nyheil's eyes stung and watered, sending her eye makeup streaming down her face. She barked commands to any dawdlers, waving them in the right direction with one of her daggers. They didn't even question her.
She tossed a strand of white hair from her face, turning just in time to see a guard running to her. Great, what are they accusing me of this time? Her grip tightened on her weapons out of habit.
It was a young man, who looked even sweatier than she was given he was wearing an oven. Metal armor and heat just don't mix well. "The Viscount has summoned you," he panted with his hands on his knees.
The Viscount? In the middle of all this? She'd had dealings with him before, usually when he wanted to tell her off for starting trouble--as if she was the one who started it. "I don't have time for that man." She sniffed and took a step away.
"It's for a good cause. And coin. Please."
Well, if she had a silver piece for every time she'd heard a shem say please to her...she'd have one silver piece. "If he threatens me with the dungeons again, I'm coming for you." Taking a moment to make sure everyone was either out of the area or on their way out, she turned on her heel and stalked up the steps.