The party gather in the living room where Salvadore receives a new guest who has recently arrived in Rivain and is seeking something. Myron follows his master, Magister Sextus, inside the living room, eyes pinned to the ground.
Ashara: ♦frowns at Sextus♦ Who the fuck are you?
Sextus: You don’t remember me? How dare you?!
Granuaile: ♦is confused♦
Ashara: Are you supposed to be important?
Sextus: Myron, introduce me.
Kayan: ♦Enters the room and grimaces at Sextus♦
Myron: ♦looks up♦ This man is my master, Sextus.
Ashara: Hm? What brings you all the way to Rivain? ♦narrows eyes♦
Salvadore: Ah, mi amiga, Magister Sextus here is a longtime business partner. He recently came here because he was looking for, ah, what is it, Magister?
Ashara: ♦snorts♦ Haha, Sextus.
Sextus: scowls Myron, backhand this scoundrel.
Granuaile: ♦tries not to laugh♦
Myron: ♦pretends not to hear Sextus♦
Salvadore: ♦steps in front of Ashara♦ Now, now. .n_n We’re all friends here, aren’t we?
Ashara: ♦flips the bird at Sextus♦
Sextus: Myron ,how dare you pretend not to hear me. Your disobedience embarasses me. ♦bitchslaps Myron)
Granuaile: ♦stands next to Kayan and whispers♦ I don’t like him.
Kayan: ♦Whispers to Gran♦ I feel bad for that Myron guy…Maybe we should do something about Sextus later tonight.
Salvadore: ♦ignores Myron♦ Magister Sextus, please do not dodge the question. Tell me, why are you here?
Myron: ♦Stumbles backwards and covers slap mark with his hand♦ I’m sorry, master.
Granuaile: ♦whispers back to Kayan♦… I don’t want to do anything to Sextus tonight.
Kayan: W-what? No, I don’t meant that. I meant about freeing Myron from that creep.
Sextus: Do not do it again. [narrows eyes at Myron♦ Ah, I know that the one thing you trade more than leather is information. I’m searching for a place near here.
Salvadore: A place? Care to be more specific? .n_n
Sextus: Again, I’d rather we speak in private, Prince Salvadore. ♦eyes Ashara warily♦
Salvadore: Very well. Follow me to my study and let’s discuss.
Ashara: Later, Seeeeextus.
Sextus and Salvadore enter the study and Myron is left in front of the doorway to guard.
Kayan: ♦Tugs at Gran’s sleeve to lead them to Myron. Whispers to Myron♦ Psst, hey you.
Myron: ♦looks at Kayan♦ What is it?
Granuaile: ♦looks at Kayan then at Myron♦ Are you okay?
Kayan: ♦Hands him Roquefort cheese♦ I don’t have any medicine with me now, but I hope this helps at least..
Myron: ♦Takes cheese♦Thank you… I’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with worse.
Kayan: Still…You shouldn’t continue suffering under that man. Come with us. We can give you a better life. ♦Gives out hand♦ My name is Kayan by the way. ♦Smiles♦
Granuaile: Are you sure about that, Kayan?
Myron: I’m sorry, but that doesn’t seem like a smart idea…
Kayan: Oh, alright…. [I should talk to him later then.]
Granuaile: You’re Myron, right? I’m Granuaile. ♦gives him a flower♦ Can I ask you something?
Myron: ♦takes flower and smiles♦ What do you want to ask?
Granuaile: Well… I’m curious about what’s going on… Mind if I, listen in? ♦points to door♦
Myron: Was this a bribe? ♦Points to flower♦
Granuaile: ♦Slightly disapproves♦ Of course not. ♦frowns♦ It’s just… ♦tugs on Kayan♦ We think there’s something weird going on.
Kayan: ♦Nods♦ We don’t work that way, Myron. We’re just concerned for our…♦Cringes♦ friend , Salvadore.
Myron: If I let you eavesdrop and Sextus finds out then I’ll be punished.
Granuaile: …He won’t know……
Kayan: We won’t let him do that to you….
Myron: You won’t be able to stop him.
Kayan: ♦Looks at Gran♦ Maybe we can…if we do something to him tonight.
Granuaile: I don’t want to touch him.
Kayan: ♦Shakes head♦ Gran, no….
Myron, you can trust us. We’ll take care of -
Granuaile: I… I don’t know anymore. ♦walks away♦
Salvadore: ♦from behind the door♦ Alright, Magister. Good talk. ♦they hear sounds of chairs scraping against the floor and footsteps toward the door♦
Sextus: Come, Myron, we will be spending the night- ♦glares at Kayan♦ Are you spying on me?
Salvadore: .n_n What is this?
Kayan: What? Why would I spy on you? I was just looking for something of mine…
Myron: He wasn’t! I can confirm!
Salvadore: Is your slave telling the truth, Magister?
Sextus passes the TN of Blood Magic
Sextus: Are you, Myron? ♦uses blood magic to read Myron’s mind and sees that he’s lying♦
Kayan: Look, he has nothing to do with this. Whatever you’re going to do to him, just do it to me.
Ashara: ♦walks up to them with a bottle of wine in hand♦ The fuck is going on? This a party or something?
Sextus passes the TN of Hemmorrhage
Sextus: If a dog can escape it’s punishment, then it won’t learn to heel when its master says so. ♦uses Hemorrhage on Myron and Kayan, both of them crumpling to the ground in pain♦
Ashara: ♦chugs wine♦
Salvadore: Magister, please don’t spray blood all over my floors.
Kayan: ♦Squirms in pain♦ Hnghh—
Sextus: Beg for my forgiveness first and then clean this mess of yours up, Myron. ♦eases up on the Hemorrhage♦
Myron: ♦Wincing in pain♦ Forgive me… I was foolish to lie to you…
Salvadore: Did either of you hear anything we discussed in there? .n_n
Sextus: ♦stops the blood magic♦ I apologize for my slave’s unruly behavior, Prince Salvadore. He will clean this mess up then see to me in the quarters you’ve offered me. ♦nods at Salvadore then walks off♦
Salvadore: You. ♦prods at Kayan with his shoe♦ What did you hear?
Kayan: ♦Wearily shakes head♦ Nothing at all. I was just talking to Myron. [Stop touching me with your filthy shoe.] ♦Glares up at Salvadore♦
Salvadore: [He’s telling the truth.] Very well. You know, it’s terrible manners to eavesdrop. Don’t do it again, si? ♦walks off♦
Kayan: ♦Grumbles, then crawls to Myron♦
M-Myron, this is all my fault. I didn’t mean to put you in trouble.
Myron: Don’t blame yourself, I was the one who lied. ♦Offers hand to Kayan♦
Kayan: ♦Takes Myron’s hand and stands up♦ No, you wouldn’t have to lie if I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop in the first place. Myron, you don’t enjoy the life you have now, right?
Myron: ♦looks down sadly♦ Not at all.
Kayan: ♦Pats him on the shoulder♦Alright, that’s all I need to know. After tonight, you won’t worry about him anymore. I promise I won’t get you in trouble again, so leave everything to me.♦Walks away as he waves goodbye♦
Myron finishes cleaning the puddle of blood and, on his way back to Sextus, decides to take the long route. On his way, he suddenly feels something crawl onto his head.
Myron: ♦Freezes and reaches to grab what’s on his head. Grabs a squirrel♦ What the heck?
Palomira: Oh, Walnut! Sorry, he must have thought your head looked comfy. ♦laughs and pats Myron gently on the shoulder♦ Oh, you’re new here. What’s your name?
Myron: My name is Myron. Who are you?
Palomira: I’m Palomira and this is Walnut. So, Myron, what brings you to Salvadore’s estate?
Myron: My magister has some important business with Salvadore, and let me come with him.
Palomira: How do you like Rivain so far? ♦smiles♦ I know that your master probably won’t let you go around much, but you should meet the others sometime.
Myron: Rivian is nice so far. I’ve met a few other people, but I’m hoping to see more before nightfall. So far the people I’ve met were… interesting.
Palomira: Let me guess, Kayan already tried to free you tonight? ♦chuckles as Walnut hops back on Myron’s head and goes to sleep♦
Myron: So that’s something he does often? Yeah, one of the first things he talked to me about was leaving to find a better life.
Palomira: Kayan has a thing about freeing slaves. He almost became one before and doesn’t wanna see other people suffer the same thing. I think he’s a little too reckless about it, but his heart’s in the right place. I hope things turn out better for you, Myron. You seem like a nice guy
Myron: Thank you, you seem nice as well. I’m kind of worried Kayan will do something reckless, he seemed pretty persistent on freeing me from my master.
Palomira: Maybe you should talk to his family about it. I think they’re the only ones who can talk some sense into him. come on, I’ll take you to them!
A few minutes later…
Ihrlie: ♦picks up an acorn♦ Look, Junior! Walnut’s been making his rounds.
Junior: ♦sniffs acorn and eats it whole♦
Cyrus: ♦stares at Myron as he enters the room♦ Uhh, hi. Who are you?
Myron: ♦stares at Cyrus♦ My name is Myron, Who are you all?
Cyrus: My name’s Cyrus Tagaris. That accent and name. You’re also from Tevinter? ♦looks excited♦
Ihrlie: ♦smiles♦ And I’m Ihrlie. ♦slight wave♦
♦inspects his appearance♦ You’re a slave… Who do you work for?
Myron: Yes, I am from Tevinter! I work for Sextus. I was told you are relatives of Kayan, is this true?
Cyrus: Sextus…that name sounds familiar…..♦shrugs)
Ihrlie: ♦looks at Cyrus and blushes♦ We’re actually… I’d say we’re like his children. Right, Cy?
Cyrus: Yeah, we are! Adopted! Or else that would make this incest.
Myron: Good good, I need to talk to you. Kayan may be planning something involving my master. I’m afraid that his want to free me from him may go too far. Can you talk to him and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid?
Ihrlie: ♦recalls♦ That reminds me so much of when Kayan wanted to free me. Do you wish to be free as well, Myron?
Cyrus: We could buy you! Wait, that sounded weird… I mean, I paid Ashara off to free Ihrlie.
Junior: ♦facepalms again♦
Ihrlie: ♦smiles♦ Cy and I have always kept an eye out for Kayan. We’ll let you know of anything happens.
Myron: Alright thank you. I don’t want something to happen to him if he try anything. If I’m going to be free one day I would like to have no one get hurt in the process.
[Except maybe Sextus]
Cyrus: Alright, we’ll keep him from going there tonight. Ihrlie used to be a slave like you…you’ll be free one day too, but on your own terms.
Myron: Thank you. ♦waves as he leaves♦
Myron passes by the library where he notices Kayan and Granuaile peeping on Salvadore talking to the others. Ihrlie walks up, seeing Kayan nearly getting himself into trouble…again.
Ashara: ♦asleep with a winebottle in hand♦ Zzzzzz…
Nazares: ♦sighs and puts a blanket around Ashara♦
Party rolls to see if they pass the perception test in order to eavesdrop.
Myron passes a Perception (Hearing) check
Granuaile fails a Perception (Hearing) check
Myron passes a Perception (Hearing) check
Kayan fails a Perception (Hearing) check
Granuaile: ♦hears cricket sounds♦ Kayan, do you hear the insects?
Kayan: I hear…the wall?
Myron and Ihrlie pick up bits of their conversation.
Fia: So this shady guy is looking for a cave in a forest in the Wyers, hm? I can send some guys to tail him unless you Corial Order have dibs.
Salvadore: We have our spies as well, but extra eyes would not hurt.
Nazares: You would not be sharing this with us unless you suspected something was wrong. I could monitor his dreams tonight.
Vesperus: That’s a good idea, Dream Boy. Magister Sextus, I know that guy. Knew him pretty well. ♦waggles eyebrows♦ But anyway, he was one of Tagaris’ biggest fanboys in the Senate.
Myron: ♦gags as he listens♦
Vesperus: ♦picks nose♦
Junior: ♦holds up a paper bag for Myron to puke in♦
Salvadore: And the fact that he is clearly withholding information from me and traveled all the way here from Tevinter…he’s after something valuable.
Granuaile: What’s happening?… I’m scared that we’d get caught so I’m going to go over there and wait for you guys….♦walks outside♦
Nazares: [Something I would not want to fall into the Corial Order’s hands…]
Salvadore: I heard a sound.
Kayan: ♦Tries to shoo Ihrlie and Myron♦ Go, go, go. I think they heard us.
Myron: ♦runs out of the area♦
Ihrlie fails a Constitution (Running) check
Salvadore: I shall send my attack dogs. ♦leather clad “dogs” start crawling towards the door♦
Kayan passes a Constitution (Running) check
Vesperus: Fucking disgusting.
Myron passes a Constitution (Running) check
Kayan: ♦Runs back to Ihrlie ,and tries to carry Ihrlie with his noodley arms)
Kayan fails a Strength (Might) check
Kayan: Ihrlie, we’ll get through this! ♦Struggles to pick up Ihrlie♦
Kayan tries to carry Ihrlie but drops her. The “dogs” yip as they get closer
Myron passes a Strength (Might) check
Myron scoops Ihrlie up ,and he and Kayan run outside with Granuaile before the dogs get them.
Ihrlie: Thank you! Q u Q
Granuaile: …What did you three do?
Myron: ♦out of breath♦ You’re welcome…
Kayan: ♦Tries to catch his breath♦ We almost got caught by one of Salvadore’s things. But luckily, Myron here saved us all.
Granuaile: You know… If we needed to know things, I could just ask…
Kayan: ….Right, you got a point there. If you’re alright with it, please do.
Myron: You mean she could have just asked all along?
Granuaile: ♦sighs and walks back to where the Mean Girls are♦ Salvadore…? Why were your… Umm, dogs running around late at night?
Salvadore: Ah, we thought there were intruders. I sent my pets as meat shields in case there were attackers.
Granuaile: ♦shudders♦ They scared Grace… ♦notices the rest of the group and Ashara sleeping on the couch♦ Is there something going on?
Salvadore: Ah, Granuaile, it was…nothing.
Granuaile: If it was nothing you all wouldn’t look so serious… Do you need any help?
Nazares: It is pure speculation for now. Nothing to concern yourself with.
Granuaile: ♦faces Vesperus, her boobs jiggling in the process♦ Are you sure everything’s alright?
Vesperus: ♦eyes widen and grin maniacally♦ Not everything…♦talking to her boobs♦
Fia: Bad Ves! Stop that!
Granuaile: ♦scratches head and leans forward♦ My eyes are over here, Vesperus…
Vesperus: Oh yeah, tit’s nice— I meant that’s nice.
Fia: Now, I appreciate a nice set of boobs, but I can keep a secret if needed. ♦grins at Granuaile♦ Come on Gran, we know what you’re trying.
Salvadore: .n__n As Nazares has said, all we have is pure speculation. Worry not about it.
Granuaile: Okay… I just thought I could be of use, because I’m always so confused. If that’s the case, I’ll just go hang out with Azeri then. Goodniiight! ♦walks out♦
Vesperus: Hnng, those boobs.
Kayan: ♦Leads Ihrlie back to her room♦ You should get some rest, Ihrlie. Sleep well, alright? ♦Closes Ihrlie’s door, then grabs Myron’s arm to go to a more secluded place. He whispers to Myron♦
About earlier… Did you happen to hear anything about their plans?
Myron: ♦Whispers back♦ Yes, I did. Was that the information you were trying to eavesdrop on earlier?
Kayan: ♦Nods♦ Yes. Please tell me everything that you heard. I’m afraid what your master will do….
Myron: Well… we weren’t caught so… I guess I can tell you. ♦Myron tells Kayan all he heard♦
Kayan: If that’s the case, we should go follow the spies into the forest….Thank you Myron. I know you’re risking a lot to help me, so I appreciate it. ♦Smiles♦
Myron: You’re welcome. I hope whatever you need the information for works out. ♦Smiles back at Kayan♦
The following day…
Ashara: ♦sleeping on her shared bed with Nazares♦ Zzzzz.
Rellia: ♦cuddles up next to Ashara♦
Nazares: What I found last night is troubling.
Salvadore: Troubling? How so?
Nazares: He is after an eluvian in the Weyrs.
Vesperus: And eluvian from a staunch ally of old man Tagaris…I smell Iona Tagaris behind this.
Fia: Would Iona send her lackey to Salvadore’s doorstep? He’d have to know who Salvadore is.
Salvadore: Then this could be a trap.
Nazares: Quite possibly. but we cannot let him get his hands on that eluvian if that is the case.
Fia: Who says we have to do it? There are a lot of people squatting about here, I’m sure we can motivate them to get it for us.
Vesperus: And then take it when they get back here. ♦cackles♦ I like that plan.
Salvadore: I will task the Dalish to find it, since that would make the most sense and of course, our most expendable member.
Vesperus: Ashara would want to go, but she’s out cold…♦grins at Nazares♦ She was probably up all night…and so were you, if you know what I mean.
Nazares: Yes, well…she’ll be out cold then for the next few days. ♦smiles slightly♦
Vesperus: DAYS? Are you shitting me?
Nazares: I jest. She’s just taking a nap.
Myron enters the stables where his master’s horses are to see the “escort” team that Salvadore provided, consisting of Azeri, Kalarad, Granuaile and Kayan.
Granuaile: ♦yawns♦ What’s happening? I was up all night…
Kayan: ♦Waves at Myron♦ Morning Myron! ♦Turns to Gran♦ Myron told me about Sextus’s plans. Apparently, we’re going to go to the Weyrs forest to find…something. ♦Shrugs♦
Kalarad: ♦rubs temples♦ I have a hangover……..
Granuaile: ♦leans on Azeri’s shoulder and yawns again♦ Something?
Myron: I couldn’t get enough information to learn what you need to find… Sorry about that.
Azeri: ♦yawns and leans his head on Granuaile’s♦ Why would they send me on some shemlen’s errand?
Kayan: No need to apologize, Myron. You did more than enough actually. ♦Smiles, then side-eyes Kal♦
Kalarad: So, new guy, can you fight?
Kayan: ♦Snorts♦ What do you think bodyguards are suppose to do?
Kalarad: Not everyone is qualified for their jobs. Come on, show us what you can do! ♦slaps his shoulder♦
Kayan: You know, you don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable, Myron. You can decide for yourself on what you want to do.
Azeri: ♦pets Grace while watching them♦ [Waking me up early to act as a glorified guide for some shemlen slave-owner? ♦internally hisses♦]
Granuaile: Kalarad, you were up drinking again?
Kalarad: When am I not? GAHAHAHA!
Granuaile: And you didn’t share? ♦giggles♦
Kalarad: Not sure if short-stuff could take it. ♦grins at Azeri♦
Granuaile: I’m sure he could take as much as I could. ♦winks♦
Azeri: ♦blushes and focuses on petting the halla who judges him with her all-knowing beady eyes♦
Myron: ♦watches the group♦ [No wonder this team needs a bodyguard…]
Salvadore: Granuaile, let us speak for awhile.
Granuaile: What? Oh, alright.
Azeri: What? What you can say to Granuaile, you can say to me!
Salvadore: After that outburst, I think not.
Azeri: I’m watching you…
Granuaile: It’s okay, fenorain. Don’t worry.
Salvadore: ♦He leads Gran by the elbow away from the others♦ This Magister Sextus is after an eluvian and we suspect him to be connected to Iona Tagaris. Do not allow him to get the eluvian and bring it back here…if you try to run off with with. Well, your wardens friends are still here after all. .n_n ♦clasps her shoulder♦ Not that I think you will. You are smart, I trust you’ll succeed.
Granuaile: ♦surprised♦ A-An eluvian?? Another one? How… Well, I sure don’t like that Sextus person… Alright. Azeri and I would take care of it once we bring it here.
Salvadore: It would appear so. I would not trust that Kayan person, if I were you. He is close to Sextus’ slave and may bumblingly divulge information. Be careful. ♦smiles at her then goes back inside♦
Granuaile: ♦scratches head and goes back to Azeri♦
♦hands Azeri a lazurite stone♦ You should make a new weapon for yourself. ♦smiles♦
Myron enters the forge.
Evander: Hey, you must be the new guy!
Myron: Yes I am. ♦nods♦ My name is Myron.
Isidore: ♦looks up at Myron from the armor design he’s working on♦ Hello, Myron. Do you need any weapons crafted?
Kayan: ♦Kayan enters with Junior following him from behind♦ Hey there.
Myron: Oh, hi Kayan!
Evander: ♦screams and jumps into Myron’s arms♦
Junior: ♦winks deviously at Evander♦
Myron: ♦Very confused♦ What? Are you okay?
Kayan: ♦Waves at Myron, then chuckles at Evander♦ Oh, not this again…
Evander: ♦clings to Myron♦ UGH! IT’S SO CREEPY!
Granuaile: ♦runs in♦ MY CHILD—-
Myron: What is happening?
Junior: ♦wiggles his little pink butt at Gran then proceeds to run around Myron♦
Kayan: ♦Picks up Junior♦ I swear Evander, Junior won’t use his little hands to strangle you in your sleep.
Junior: ♦strangling gesture♦
Granuaile: ♦takes Evander from Myron♦ My poor baby Evander….
Kayan: ♦Sighs♦ Junior please… Stop messing with him. ♦Tries not to laugh♦
Evander: ♦cries more and clings to Gran♦ I hate nugs so much. Graaaaan, thank you for protecting me!QuQ
Isidore: ♦sighs♦ You need to excuse Evander…he’s…terrified of nugs.
Myron: Yeah, I figured that out…
Evander: Who wouldn’t be? With those tiny eyes that are darker than a bottomless pit, those creepy pink hands and those huge ears— UGH.
Granuaile: Shhh… ♦pets Evander♦ I’m here for you!
Kayan: But that what makes him cute, Evander! ♦Lovingly Pets Junior♦
Isidore: Kayan, perhaps you should let Junior go. I think Myron had some business he wanted to discuss. I’m certain he’ll find Ihrlie or Cyrus.
Kayan: Alright, alright. ♦Laughs♦
♦Releases Jr.♦ Go run somewhere else, my mini-me.
Junior: ♦looks at Evander once then scampers off♦
Granuaile: ♦puts Evander down on a chair♦ You’ll be fine now, okay?
Evander: Thank you…I hope that nug never comes back. ♦shudders♦ Anyway, do you need something, Myron?
Granuaile: ♦nods and leaves the forge♦
Kayan: Here, let me give you a stone as thanks for helping me out earlier. ♦Gives Myron a silverite stone♦
Evander: Oh, I could make you a good silverite sword with this, Myron!
Myron: ♦Takes the stone♦ Thank you Kayan. ♦Looks to Evander♦ It would be great if you could make that for me.
Isidore: We could include a rune slot there on the hilt; however, if you need it enchanted, you would have to ask…him….♦points to the dwarf sleeping on the table nearby♦
Kayan: ♦Shudders♦ ….I’ll come with you in case anything happens. ♦Glares at Sleepius♦ Also, one more thing. ♦Hands him dawnstone♦ Your sword won’t do you much good if you don’t have armor. [What kind of master doesn’t equip their bodyguard with armor…]
Isidore: Pink doesn’t suit Myron’s complexion. We can use the silverite for the armor instead, Evander.
Evander: Alright, just wait here, Myron. Your sword will be done in no time!
Myron: ♦Places hand on Kayan’s shoulder♦ Thank you for getting me some armor and a weapon. I always hated wearing rags.
Kayan: ♦Clasps Myron’s hand on his shoulder♦ Of course. ♦Smiles♦
Isidore: So, Myron, what’s your story? Were you were a gladiator in the Proving Grounds of Tevinter. Steeped in gold and blood and glory though you wished for a peaceful life, until your beauty caught the eye of a perverted magister, leaving behind another gladiator whom you had a stormy love affair with?
Evander: Wow, Isidore…that sounds like the story you wrote…the one with bits you didn’t allow me to read yet.
Myron: Oh my story… ♦laughs nervously♦ Well, I was taken from my family as a young child and sold as a slave. I’ve had three magisters before I ended up with the one I have now.
Isidore: ♦eyebrows raise♦ Three magisters before this one? What happened to them? ♦leans his head on one arm and leans forward♦ Sounds like you have an intriguing story, Myron.
Evander: You don’t have to tell us if you’re shy, Myron.
Myron: ♦looks to the side♦ I’d rather not say. It’s a touchy subject.
Isidore: ♦frustrated noise♦ I will not pry…though I must admit, I will lie awake tonight, wondering.
Evander: ♦laughs♦ You’re exaggerating, Isidore!
Isidore: But, there is clearly a story here…maybe one day when you’re more comfortable. I’ll be looking forward to that day.
Evander: Alright, here! Done! ♦hands Myron silverite armor x1 and dawnstone sword x 1♦
Myron: ♦Takes the items♦ Thank you for your services!
Kayan leads Myron to the gardens where Jerome is sitting, reading a tome.
Kayan: ♦Hovers over the tome and squints♦ Ehh, nope…♦Laughs♦ I still can barely read that thing. ♦Clears throat♦ Anyway, sorry to interrupt, Jerome, but I have someone I would like you to meet. This is Myron. Earlier, he saved Ihrlie from Salvadore’s pets.
Myron: ♦Offers hand to Jerome♦ It’s nice to meet you.
Jerome: It is a pleasure to meet you, Myron. And it appears that I am in your debt for rescuing Kayan. ♦stands and and shakes his hand, tucking the book under his arm♦ I have heard that you are a slave…that is most unfortunate. We all wish to help you out of a situation, but I can assure you that Kayan will not do anything hasty anymore. Our daughter, Ihrlie was a slave as well, so we are too eager to help, but should it fail, you would suffer. It is a difficult position, but I have hope that we can change it. I am sorry for the ramble. ♦smiles apologetically♦
Myron: It’s fine. It may be a bad situation, but it is one I have to live with. There’s no need to go out of your way to help me, I wouldn’t want to drag anyone into this.
Jerome: Still…If there is anything Kayan or I can do to help, do not hesitate to ask. ♦smiles warmly at him♦
Kayan: Myron, we’re choosing to help you. One day, I want you to experience on making your own choices. I want you to know what it feels like to be free, and Jerome and I will help you get that life. ♦Smiles♦
Myron: I eagerly await that day. If you want to help me, you can, as long as you don’t do anything that would get yourself or anyone else in trouble… or worse.
Jerome: Now then, Myron, can I help you with anything?
Myron: ♦shakes head♦ I’m fine at the moment, I don’t need anything right now.
Kayan: You sure? We can get you anything. It’s no trouble at all if you’re worried about that.
Myron: Well…♦pauses to think♦ Some good food would be nice. The food I usually get tastes like air.
Jerome: ♦sad face♦ Of course, are you a fan of cheese? Val Falaise has the best assortment…come then, you can have dinner with our family. I think you deserve that much, at the very least.
Kayan: ♦Frowns♦ Well…. We have plenty of food, and we’ll be glad to share it with you. Don’t be modest. Eat as much as you want, alright?
Manlietta: I HEARD FOOOD!!!
Jerome: ♦laughs♦ Manlietta, this is Myron, Manlietta. He’s having dinner with us.
Manlietta: You look like a powerful one, Myron. LET’S SPAR.
Kayan: ♦Grins♦ Bodacious Bronto here is my trusted and best friend, Myron. However, she’s not easy opponent.
Myron: ♦Laughs♦ You want to spar with me? Okay, lets do it!
Both Manlietta and Myron activate Berserker Mode.
Manlietta: ♦activates Berserker Mode♦ TASTE THE WRATH OF MANLIETTA!!!!!!
Myron: ♦activates Berserker mode♦ Come at me!!
Manlietta: TASTE MY BLADE!!!
Despite it being a close match, Myron wins, gaining Manlietta’s respect.
Manlietta: ♦falls to the ground with a thud♦ GOOD JOB!!!! ♦Greatly Approves♦
Myron: ♦Smiles♦ Thanks! That was a great spar!
Manlietta: ♦pets her sweaty, meaty arm around Myron, and smiles, her eyes bulging with joy♦ IT WAS!
Kayan: ♦Walks up to the both of them, smiling♦ Both of you did an amazing job! Bodacious Bronto hasn’t fought this hard in a long time, actually.
Jerome: You are a very good fighter, Myron. Where did you learn to fight? I taught Kayan initially, but he surpassed me.
Kayan: ♦Kisses Jerome on the forehead♦ And I couldn’t ask for a better teacher.
Myron: Well, It’s important for slaves to know how to fight. It’s a tough world for us.
Jerome: ♦nods, looking serious♦ I understand…this hard life has made you a strong person. Now then, after that fight, shall we have dinner?
Kayan: After all that sparring, you must be starving by now. ♦Gestures Myron to follow to the dining room♦
Myron: ♦Follows Kayan♦ Yeah, sparring takes a lot of energy. I’m starving now.
Granuaile, Ashara, Kayan, Azeri and Kalarad accompany Myron and Sextus to the Weyrs and after weeks of travel, you find yourself at a desert. You descend to the bottom of a canyon, walls of rock rising all around you. You eventually come upon a small cave entrance and see the remains of what appears to be wolf statues, losing body parts to the elements and age. A strong wind blows, dust whipping about all around you.
Granuaile: O-Ouch— ♦covers her head with her scarf♦
Azeri: ♦tries to shield Granuaile with his puny body♦ Wolf statues…no doubt in the hopes to protect this place.
Ashara: Uuuugh. I’m sick of this. Let’s find this damn Eluvian so I can go back to the estate. [I miss Nazares. I miss Rellia.]
Kayan: [The sooner we get rid of this man, the better.] ♦Glares at Sextus♦
Granuaile: (Wait everyone knows it’s an Eluvian?)
Kayan: (OO NGA)
(I don’t think so)
Granuaile: (It’s supposed to be Gran and Azeri’s sekrit)
Sextus: (only Mean Girls and Gran know)
Kayan: (Well, maybe Ashara might know bc Salvadore)
Sextus: ♦stares at Ashara♦ I do not even know why you accompanied me…perhaps, it was my winning charm. ♦waggles eyebrows at her♦
Granuaile: (Oh okay so Ashara saying it will surprise the others)
Kayan: ♦Gags and mumbles♦ What charm….
The Maker (GM): wait fuck sextus will know MGs spied on him…maybe that’s how he doesn’t die later…>u>;;
Kalarad: Let’s go on. Even my toes have sand between them. You okay, new guy? ♦looks at Myron♦
Ashara: (ooooh wait muna im distracted im on the phone. ignore the ashara mentioning eluvian)
Granuaile: ♦clings onto Azeri’s arm and looks around♦ I don’t trust these wolf statues.
Myron: I’m fine. I’m just hoping we find what we’re looking for soon.
Sextus: Let us head in. Myron, you go ahead and make sure there aren’t any traps.
Kayan: ♦Frowns and goes with Myron♦ I’ll come with as a second pair of eyes.
Myron: ♦walks in with Kayan♦ So far so good…
Ashara: ♦ignores Sextus’ eyebrow waggle♦
Granuaile: Be careful you two. We’ll also follow.
The Maker (GM): Roll Perception (Seeing) OuO
Kayan: Just watch your steps though, Gran.
Granuaile: rolling 3d6+6
Azeri: rolling 3d6 + 3
) points to Myron from Isidore and Evander!)
Granuaile: (SO I assume he made his staff)
Kayan: (Jerome too since Myron helped save Ihrlie)
The Maker (GM): The party venture deeper into the tunnel, Ashara and Azeri lighting the way with their magic. Azeri stops occasionally to examine the images and runes carved into the walls until Granuaile guides him by the elbow along. Eventually you reach a crossroads leading into three different halls.
Granuaile: I think we’ll need to split up…
Kayan: Alright, so where to now?
I’m not sure about that, Gran…
Ashara: Ugh. Stupid halla humper ruins.
Azeri: ♦scowls at Ashara♦ This is our heritage! You should be far more excited…♦mumbles under breath♦ seth’lin……..
Kayan: (HAHAHA Azeri)
Granuaile: (Azeri pls)
Kayan: If we split up, we may encounter something that we can’t deal without the others. I think it’s safer for all of us to go together.
Granuaile: Fenorain, what do you think? Maybe there’s some sort of riddle on the walls you were looking at earlier.
Sextus: Dalish, isn’t it your job to know this place? Where do we go? ♦looks impatiently at Gran♦
Granuaile: ♦completely ignores Sextus♦
Kayan: Her name is Gran. ♦Continues to glare at Sextus♦
Ashara: Seth… what. ♦shrug♦ I don’t understand your halla humper speak. Oi, Granuaile. Where do you think we should go?
Myron: Kayan, you shouldn’t speak so rudly to Magister Sextus…
[Even if I find it amusing]
Granuaile: (luv Myron 8D )
You’re lucky that Azeri and Gran is even with you, so you don’t have an excuse to complain.
I can’t help it if he’s rude as well.
♦Turns to Myron♦
Sextus: Thank you, Myron. The next time you speak out of hand, rattus, Myron will throttle you himself.
Kayan: He can’t tell me what to do, because I’m a free elf.
Granuaile: (dobby is a free elf)
Kayan: (Kayan is a free elfff)
Granuaile: Don’t you call him a rattus. ♦glares♦
Kayan: (Awwwww Gran bb ;A;)
(Hehehe we’re ganging up on Sextus)
Sextus: Free or not, you should learn to respect your betters. ♦narrows eyes at Kayan and Gran♦ Magister Ashara, you tolerate these fools being so impudent?
Kalarad: ♦drinks wine in the background♦
Granuaile: I’m going to look around for clues.
Kayan: ♦Scoffs♦ I think it should be the other way around, Sextus.
Ashara: Ashara: ♦picking nose♦ Huh, were you talking to me, Sextus?
Sextus: rolling 3d6 + 15
The Maker (GM): Kayan takes 25 dmg
Granuaile: By the Dread Wolf, are we seriously doing this?! In this place too?
Kayan: ♦Writhes in pain♦
Myron: Please stop! He’s learned his lesson!
Kayan: (Myronnnn QAQ)
Ashara: ♦scowls as Kayan’s blood splashes on her shoes♦ Sextus, you fool! This is Antivan leather!
Kayan: (I love how she doesn’t blame Kayan anymore)
Sextus: Then finish the lesson for me, Myron and hit him for his insults— Oh, Magister Ashara, I apologize. Myron will wipe your boots. But first…go on, hit him.
Kayan: ♦Coughs up blood and grumbles to himself♦ You won’t be hurting anyone else later. I’ll make sure of it…
Ashara: OI. Stop this foolishness and let’s move on.
Granuaile: ♦takes Azeri by the arm♦ I’m honestly getting frustrated. I don’t like this place.
Kayan: ♦Wearily speaks to Myron♦ Go ahead, Myron. I don’t want to get your hurt again because of me….
Granuaile: It just… feels odd.
Ashara: ♦shoves past Sextus and walks towards the nearest hall♦
Kayan: (♦want to get you)
Azeri: ♦was too busy examining the place, he didn’t notice Kayan♦ Hmm? but this place is so fascinating!
Granuaile: Ashara wait—
Ashara: Sextus, stop with your tantrum and let’s move the fuck on, shall we?!
Kayan: (Azeri you nerd x))
Myron: ♦approaches Kayan and whispers♦ I’m sorry… so sorry… ♦hits Kayan♦
Sextus: ♦smirks and stops the blood magic♦ Let us follow Magister Ashara now. ♦gestures for Myron to follow him and they walk down the same hallway♦
Kayan: ♦Wearily stands up and gives a small smile to Myron♦
Granuaile: ♦sulks and moves ahead of Ashara♦
Kayan: ♦Mouths♦ I’m alright.
Myron: ♦Tries to smile back but can’t. Turns to follow Sextus♦
Ashara: (lel idk what hallway I picked)
Granuaile: (let’s say it’s the left)
Kayan: (To the left, to the left. Everything is on to the…I forgot the lyrics)
Granuaile: (Everything something something in the box to the left)
Azeri: ♦stays behind with Kalarad and Gran at the back♦ We need to find a key to the eluvian, ghaildhalas. But we cannot let that fool know or get that. If he does not, then the eluvian will be useless to him.
Granuaile: (Ano ba i went ahead)
Azeri: ♦goes ahead 8D;;
Kayan: (Wow Azeri)
Kal: chugs wine)
(Kal all by himself.
Granuaile: ♦whispers to Azeri♦ Then we’ll have to keep the key to ourselves first.
Azeri: I saw the words for eluvian on the walls here…this must be leading to the chamber containing it. If we allow that magister waste time here, we can still double back and get the key.
Kalarad: ♦chugs♦ There are two more hallways. How do we know which one has the key?
Granuaile: How about the three of us go to a different hallway and let the others go through this one? They can handle themselves…
Ashara: ♦grumbling♦ Stupid elven ruins…
Kayan: ♦Grumbles♦ Stupid Sextus…
Granuaile: (lmao u guys)
Azeri: It would be far too noticeable if too many of us disappear. Qunari, stay with them. We’ll retrieve that key.
Kayan: (Sorry, I just had to do that x))
Ashara: (Is Sextus not hearing this key talk?! XD)
Granuaile: (he’s not LMAO)
Kayan: (Stupid Sextus nga)
Myron: (headcannon that sextus has bad hearing)
Granuaile: Kalarad, just don’t tell anyone about it. I’ll give you an extra bottle of wine if you keep it secret.
Kalarad: ♦nods as Granuaile and Azeri sneak off♦ SO! New guy, ever been to moldy elven ruins before? I can tell ya, I barely join these expeditions, but I’ve had more than enough elven magic mumbo-jumbo.
Granuaile: (Luv Kalarad)
Kayan: (Kalaradddd ;u;)
(Finally, he’s showing up more)
Myron: I’ve been on many expeditions before, but never to a place quite like this. It’s exciting!
Kayan: (Myron bb uwu)
Granuaile: ( cutie Myron… )
Ashara: Exciting isn’t the right word. Elven ruins suck. THEY SUCK.
Fuck the ancient elves.
Kayan: They’re not that nice as you think, Myron… ♦Recalls the owl temple with Auggy♦
Kalarad: Exciting…right…cobwebs and crumbling stones and send trying to cram itself down my asscrack— ♦drinks deeply♦ Hey, maybe you need some of this to take some of the edge of. ♦waves his wine skin in front of Myron♦
Myron: ♦Shakes head♦ I’m fine, I don’t need any at the moment. Maybe later.
Granuaile: (I like how no one noticed Granzeri sneaking out)
Kayan: (Meanwhile Sextus doesn’t hear any of us, haha)
(Or he no curr)
Myron: (be free, Gran!)
(Gran is a free elfff)
Granuaile: (Granzeri are going to the rightmost hall)
Kalarad: (Bad hearing?8D;;)
Ashara: (Sina ashara and sextus are walking down the left hall. whats there)
(whoops srry taglish)
Granuaile: (the eluvian is there)
Kayan: (Too busy grooming himself also. That narcissist)
Granuaile: (OR IS IT?)
Kalarad: Are ya sure? Come on! You might loosen up a little. GAHAHAHA!
Ashara: (must be a long hall since they havent seen the eluvian yet)
Shit, how long is this hallway supposed to be?!
Granuaile: (What if it’s actually NOT THERE)
Kayan: Stop pressuring him to do something he doesn’t want. He already has enough of that from him… ♦Scowls at Sextus♦
Myron: No no… ♦whispers♦ I’m not sure is Magister Sextus will allow me…
Kayan: (If not, Sara, then I hope it’s not something bad, like that Broodmother from Ihrlie’s quest…)
Granuaile: Azeri… I don’t think the eluvian was down that hall earlier. I think it’s in the middle hallway. ♦points ahead♦ I think that’s… the key?
(sry if i’m messing things up o v o)
The Maker (GM): The eluvian is down Ashara’s hall way, right is the key…the middle was a nasty surprise to throw trespassers off. XD
Granuaile: (Oh okay. 8D)
Ashara: (Phew, no middle hallway XD)
Granuaile: (Gran can just make a dumb)
Ashara: (why haven’t ashara + sextus reached the eluvian yet. theyve been walking)
Kayan: (Slow like slugs tho)
Granuaile: (they’re walking so slowly LMAO)
Ashara: Hey, Sextus! Why are you walking so slow?!
Azeri: No, I am quite certain. I saw some…strange writings near the entrance to that hall. Likely a warning to other elves, as superior as us, that there is danger down the middle path. Likely to throw nosey shems off.
Granuaile: (as superior as us lmao)
Ashara: (AS SUPERIOR AS US HAHAHAHHAHAHA)
Sextus: I’m not used to walking around so much. Slaves usually carry my palanquin around.
Kayan: (RACIST LMAO)
Ashara: Eugh. ♦prods at Sextus lightly with her staff♦ Well, get moving. The sooner we find whatever the fuck you’re looking for, the better. [The Eluvian…]
Granuaile: Ah, so that’s why it seemed like the writings were “pointing to that direction.” So smart, our People. Let’s get the key now, fenorain.
Kayan: (Ugh, I want to sass, but Sextus will prob use blood magic again)
Granuaile: (save ur HP kayan ;A; )
Kayan: (I’ll just mumble so he won’t hear >u>)
♦Mumbles♦ Of course you’re too lazy to use your own legs…
Myron: ♦overhears Kayan and chuckles♦
Kayan: ♦Notices Myron and chuckles with him♦
Granuaile: (you two LOL)
Kayan: (Aww frandshippp ;u;)
Kayan: (♦Sprays water bottle at Maker♦ No, bad)
Myron: (Myron needs a good friend… too bad Sextus may ruin that later)
Granuaile: (Terrible Sextus.)
Kayan: ♦Whispers to Myron while giggling♦ I bet he needs someone to chew his food first before eating it.
The Maker (GM): You reach the end of the left hallway and come upon a doorway covered in elven inscriptions. Roll Cultural Lore vs TN 15 to read.
Kayan: (Kayan so dumb. How…Sam, roll cunning for this)
rolling 3d6 +
Granuaile: (…Can we just talk about how Kalarad has more cunning than ALL of you?)
Myron: rolling 3d6-2
Kayan: (We can be stupid together hahaha)
Ashara: rolling 3d6 – 2
Kayan: (KAL?! Well, he
Kayan: (HAHAHA ASHARA TOO)
Granuaile: (We obvs need Azeri)
Ashara: (NERDO GET OVER HERE)
Granuaile: (But he’s busy with his girlfriend)
Ashara: ♦squints at the inscriptions♦ Gibberish.
Kayan: (Busy in another way ofc)
Kayan: This means……something. ♦Shrugs♦
Kalarad: rolling 3d6 + 3
Granuaile: (oh lol nevermind. i was reading the wiki)
Ashara: (even if i max my rolls i won’t reach TN 17 HAHAH)
Myron: rolling 3d6-2
Kayan: (Actually, same here lel)
Granuaile: (it’s for mythal naman so it’s diff here)
The Maker (GM): oh my god so bobo
Ashara: (wao dumb elves)
Kayan: (IT’S LIKE IHRLIE’S QUEST AGAIN)
Kalarad: rolling 3d6 + 3
Ashara: Ha, no thanks! Unlike Ves, I have standards!
Kayan: (Dex [bow])
Ashara: (WAO MYRON uwu)
Vesperus: ♦sneezes♦ Someone’s talking smack about my sex life.
Sextus: rolling 3d6 + 15
Kayan: (Le gasp, it’s his own BFF >u>)
(Kal: ♦Drinks wine♦)
Granuaile: (MY GOD IT’S SO HARD TO SOLVE THIS RIDDLE. Wolfy u trickster)
Sextus: ♦just as Kayan’s knife hits him in the shoulder, he sends a blast of electricity tearing through Kayan♦ MYRON, HOW DARE YOU? ♦you see molten stone bubbling beneath your feet as three rage demons pop out from the ground♦ I will deal with you myself, Myron.
Myron: (Woah QoQ)
Kalarad: ♦throws a flask on the ground, enveloping the room in smoke♦ Get the fuck out of here, new guy!
Kayan: ♦Falls down to knees and cringes♦
Sextus: ♦coughs♦ When I find you, Myron, you will regret this insubordination!
Ashara: (O SNP)
The Maker (GM): Roll Perception (Seeing) to find eahc other. 8D)
Kayan: rolling 3d6 + 2
Ashara: Sextus, you asshole! Come and fight!
Kayan: ♦Coughs and continues yelling♦ M-Myron?! Ashara?! Kalarad?!
Just run away from here!
Granuaile: (Shit I’m sorry for not being there yet)
Myron: I won’t leave you guys! I’ll stay and fight Sextus with you!
Kayan: (Kayan only has 9 HP D8 D8)
(Myron bb noo sweethear)
Granuaile: (I think I got the riddle na D8 )
Kayan: (What’s the TN anyway to find each other?)
(Can I roll again?!)
The Maker (GM): Myron turns around and is thrown to the ground by a blast of lightning, his body spamming as Sextus towers over him. He tries to get up and retaliate but Sextus stabs him with his stab blade, taking 5 dmg. Myron cries out as Sextus twists the blade.
Ashara: Why the fuck would I run?! You’re dead, Sextus!
Kayan: Then we’ll leave together! Follow my voice—
Granuaile: (CREATORS HAVE MERCY ON MYRON)
Kayan: (Bc we’re surrounded by rage demons and it’s smokyyyy)
(CAN KAYAN SAVE HIM)
Myron: ♦screams in agony♦
Kayan: ♦Frantically runs around, calling Myron’s name♦
Sextus: I will not TOLERATE ANY IN SUBORDINATION. ♦kicks Myron’s face then electrocutes him again♦
(CAN KAYAN GO HELP MYRON)_
Granuaile: (LSAHFSLAFHLSAFHSALH )
Kayan: (HAVE MERCY POOR BB DSKLJFLKSF)
Granuaile: (WE NEED TO SAVE MYRON SAJFHSLAKF)
Ashara: (Can ashara fight him)
Kayan: (WHAT DO I ROLL)
Kalarad: (well, you have to find them. XD)
(Perception check nga! TN 14)
Ashara: (dammit hasnt the smoke/fog/whatever dissipated already)
Granuaile: (guys pls)
Kayan: rolling 3d6 + 2
Kalarad: Kayan thinks he can see Myron’s form, but he can’t find his way through the smoke.
Myron: rolling 3d6+10
Andruil: KAYansjk ahfaiofa
The Maker (GM): Kayan sees smoke
Kayan: (Wow so observant)
Andruil: need 2 save u guys omg
Kayan: (YESS HNGH)
(WHY RIDDLE SO HARD)
Andruil: there should be durgens in the cave right?
I think i found the solution
Kayan: (Go go go Gran)
The Maker (GM): NO, lmao. that’s a tiny-ass cave
Kayan: rolling 3d6 + 2
Kayan: (I LITERALLY SCREAMED YES)
(From Ashara): maker pls can i
Kayan: (6 HP LEFT THO)
Myron: (LMAO GOOD LUCK)
Kayan: (WAIT I HAVE ELFROOT POTION)
(To Ashara): Later…Sextus needs to survive to push Myron into the eluvian. 8D;;;
Kayan: (Ugh but there’s four enemies surrounding us)
The Maker (GM): Kayan spots Myron and rushes to his side.
(From Ashara): demmit ok
Kayan: ♦Brings daggers out♦ Myron!
I’ll get your through this, or I’ll die trying.
Myron: Kayan! You finally found me!
The Maker (GM): ROLL FOR INITIATIVE. Ashara and Kal will find you in the next round.
Kayan: Of course, I wouldn’t abandon my friend.
We can do this, Myron.
The Maker (GM): rolling 3d6 + 26
Myron: rolling 3d6+8
Kayan: rolling 3d6 + 25
lolshet, it missed Kayan
Kayan: (Kayan’s def = 27)
The Maker (GM): KAYAN IS GAMEBREAKING
Ashara: (GO KAYNYAN)
Kayan: (LUCKY DUMMY)
The Maker (GM): I will have to buff the part 3 enemies
(GODDAMNIT KAYAN UR GONNA KILL OUR NPCS)
Kayan: (NOOO STAWP)
(HEYYYY BLAME IT ON MAKER)
The Maker (GM): rolling 3d6 + 10
(THX TO MAKER NOT KAYAN)
The Maker (GM): Yuuh
rolling 3d6 + 13
rolling 7d6 + 26
The Maker (GM): You have to do attack roll first
Kayan: (108 – 26)
rolling 3d6 + 16
Kayan: rolling 3d6 + 13
The Maker (GM): 171 HP left lel
Kayan: (WHUT. FOR ONE?)
(WHY SO HIGH)
The Maker (GM): Mooks will now have 250HP or else Kayan will just 1hit KO everything.
Kayan: (THIS IS NOT A DURGEN)
The Maker (GM): durgen HP will now be 700. OuO
Kayan: (Can I spam lightning attk again?)
The Maker (GM): No
Myron: (Sextus better have low hp >.>)
Kayan: (I HOPE SO >8[)
The Maker (GM): Of course…………..NOt
The Maker (GM): Go, Myron!
Myron: (ok which roll do I use first?)
The Maker (GM): Attack roll. 3d6 + Str + 2 for Heavy Blades
Myron: rolling 3d6+10
rolling 4d6 + 11
Marius: (Are we all at least 12 yards from each other)
The Maker (GM): FAIL
Gerris: (Wait wait, can I roll for backstab first?)
(It gives 7
Marius: (fail D8 )
The Maker (GM): Bluff failed
Gerris: (For bluff it should be 3d6 + Dex lang)
The Maker (GM): Attack roll na
Gerris: (Ahh mkk OLT)
The Maker (GM): I’m letting you use that shitty roll as backstab instead of attack roll, be thankful. XD
Gerris: (I am ;u;)
rolling 3d6 + 12
rolling 3d6 +
The Maker (GM): rolling 3d6 + 7
rolling 2d6 + 4
rolling 2d6 + 3
rolling 2d6 + 7
rolling 3d6 + 9
Gerris: rolling 3d6 + 4
rolling 3d6 + 4
Killian: rolling 3d6 + 10
The Maker (GM): rolling 3d6 + 9
rolling 3d6 + 9
Marius: rolling 3d6+12
The Maker (GM): rolling 3d6 + 7
rolling 2d6 + 23
rolling 2d6 + 14
rolling 2d6 + 14
rolling 3d6 + 9
Marius: Beautiful. ♦bows♦
Haji: ♦wipes blood off♦ You did pretty good, Myron. ♦smiles♦
Gerris: Andddd end scene. Nice work everyone.
Myron: ♦Smiles back♦ You did good as well!
Killian: ♦descends from the rooftops with Marius♦ The longer we stay in Val Royeaux, the more likely they’ll ambush us again. We should leave the city.
Gerris: ♦Pats Myron’s back♦ We couldn’t have done it without you. You handle that sword really well. ♦Smiles♦
And of course, Marius’s singing helped. You know I can’t forget about you.
Killian: I don
‘t think anyone can forget Marius.
Gerris: (♦I dom)
Marius: Of course you can’t. ♦flips hair♦ But Myron did do quite well. Quite the skill, l’ami.
Gerris: ♦Chuckles♦ There goes Marius again with his googly eyes.
Marius: There are no googly! I admire people with skill. ♦twirls and bows at Myron♦
Killian: I think Myron’s actually blushing now. Sorry, but you really did a good job there. Anyway, let’s flirt later when we’re not in a city full of killer clowns.
Marius: I am not a flirt!
Gerris: Aww, don’t be a spoilsport Killian!
Myron: Killian’s got a point. We should get out to avoid another ambush.
Marius: Let’s go. Killian, to that.. place you mentioned, oui?
Haji: Yeah, lead the way. I have some fruits and preserved in my pack here. Since we couldn’t stay for lunch we can eat this instead. ♦passes food around♦
The Maker (GM): The party head to the wood where they first found Myron…
Gerris: (Bishounen profile)
The Maker (GM): Roll Constitution (Stamina)
Marius: rolling 3d6+1
Killian: rolling 3d6 + 5
Marius: Augh, my shoes.
Haji: At least you have an excuse to buy new shoes
Marius: Hngh. I have an extra pair anyway.
Myron: of course you do.
Killian: ♦looks at Bruno who has shoes in his mouth♦
Gerris: You mean, extra pair(s).
Marius: ♦blushes at Myron’s comment♦ W-Well. ♦coughs♦ Let’s keep moving, shall we?
The Maker (GM): As they step near their former campsite, a thick, red fog rolls in. Bruno is the first that falls to the ground, unconscious, whimpering as he goes to sleep. The others fall to the ground asleep, save for Myron.
Marius: ♦squirrels crowd around Marius’ unconscious body♦
Gerris: ♦Gerris’s falls on Marius and starts drooling on him♦
Haji: ♦falls on top of Gerris, crushing Marius benetah all of them♦
The Maker (GM): A harlequin steps out of the shadows as the fog dissipates.
Gerris: ♦Haji crotch falls on Gerris’s hand♦
Killian: ♦falls, his face landing on Haji’s butt♦
Myron: ♦Tries to wake up the others♦ Oh shit, this is not good! ♦Watches as the harlequin approaches♦
Harlequin: You are working with that bard? I will not harm you if you listen. I should warn you, he is not as he seems…come with me. I would like you to meet someone.
Myron: Why should I come with you? Your friends tried to kill me and my group earlier!
Marius: ♦squirrels pick on Gerris’ hair in retaliation♦
Harlequin: My people blindly attacked the bard’s entourage. Alright, I will show you…♦motions in the shadows and a harlequin comes out, leading a frail, scared little boy by the hand♦ This is Pierre…he is the bastard son of a Baron. The baron passed away, but his trueborn sons have sent that bard to kill Pierre.
Gerris: ♦Gerris squirms, bc he’s easily tickled, prompting him to squeeze Haji’s crotch♦
Haji: ♦jerks away from Gerris, smacking him on the head with his clenched fist♦
Gerris: ♦Mumbles♦ Hehe, you’re a figther, huh? ♦Chuckles in his sleep♦
Pierre: Are you going to kill me too…? I’m scared…can we go back? ♦hides behind the Harlequin♦
Myron: ♦looking to the child♦I’m not going to kill you… ♦Clenches fists and looks back up to the harlequin’s♦ And I’m not coming with you two either. I’m staying with this group!
Harlequin: No, I just wanted to show you Pierre. It isn’t safe for him to be so close that bard…You know that the bard you travel with wants to kill this boy. You will have to stop him or I will.
Myron: Really? I still don’t know If I can trust you… I have no reason to. I have more reason to put my trust in Marius at this point.
Harlequin: I am not ordering you. I’m warning you. If the bard does not persist…you will face my blade. Come now, Pierre.
The Maker (GM): A FEW HOURS LATER…
Marius: …MERDE WHAT IS THIS DISGUSTING LIQUID
Gerris: ♦Continues to drool on Marius, messing up his sparkly hair♦
Bruno: ♦barks happily when he sees everyone wake up♦
Marius: ♦PUSHES EVERYONE♦ ABSOLUTE DISGUSTING.
Myron: Oh thank goodness you’re finally awake!
Gerris: ♦Snorts, then groggily wakes up♦ Whoa, did we just have an— ♦Notices everyone has clothes on♦
Haji: ♦rolls off♦ I feel…odd. ♦shrugs♦ myron, what happened?! Are you hurt?
Marius: With all this augh, I don’t even want to touch it! My hair… ♦birds perch on his head♦
Myron: Well no, I’ve just been sitting here watching you guys grope each other for hours.
Gerris: ♦Smirks♦ So you’ve been watching us this whole time, Myron? Thanks for looking out for our backs.
Marius: Who touched me?!
Marius: Who’s FILTHY hands touched me?!
Gerris: ♦Chuckles♦ Probably everyone.
Killian: ♦yawns as Bruno licks his face♦ Good morning to you too, boy. We were probably asleep. Come on, it’s not like we haven’t touched you before.
Marius: …Hmph. Fine.
I’m sure you just want more of this.
Gerris: Filthy hands? I’m pretty sure I remembered you like my hands the other day. ♦Waggles eyebrows♦
Marius: ♦flips hair and sparkles♦
Myron: ♦rolls eyes♦
Haji: How did we end up unconscious on the ground…?
Killian: Poison most likely. Myron, did you see our attackers?
Myron: Yeah it was some more Harlequins.
Gerris: You confronted them by yourselves? You alright, Myron?
Myron: I’m fine, they… ♦glances at Marius♦ they… saw me and left. I guess they were only planning on attacking if we all fell asleep.
Marius: ♦moves close to Myron with a darkened expression♦ What did they tell you?
Gerris: ♦Smiles♦ I’m impressed. Not one of us has a scratch on us.
Myron: ♦whispers to Marius♦ I’ll talk to you about that later
Gerris: (Pillow talk)
Killian: ♦narrows eyes at Marius♦ Alright, as long as no one was hurt. ♦sighs♦ My head is killing me. we should make camp for now before going back for that mirror.
Marius: ♦whispers back♦ So you know, l’ami? Fine. We shall speak of it later. ♦moves away and motions for birds to perch on his hand♦
Gerris: What are you talking about, Killian? We have the mirrior right here. ♦Points to Marius’s hand mirror♦
Marius: ♦glares at Gerris then looks away♦
Haji: It’s magical enough that Mari’s enchanted. He can’t tear his eyes away. ♦chuckles♦
Gerris: (Tsundere Marius)
Marius: ♦decides to sing a song to ignore everyone♦
Gerris: ♦Cougs♦ I think we should give some privacy to Marius and his mirror. ♦Raises eyebrows♦
Marius: ♦more animals flock to Marius♦
At least… you all understand me… ♦sparkles♦
Haji: I’ll go start a fire, we should all take it easy after that poison.
Gerris: And thanks to Marius, we have food! ♦Looks at the small critters surrounding Marius while laughing♦
Killian: Bruno and I are going to hunt for some food. I don’t think Marius would appreciate is eating the only things that understand him. ♦grins♦
Marius: ♦throws a dagger at Gerris but it only cuts a bit of his hair♦
Don’t touch my friends.
Myron: They’re the only things that don’t pick on him, so we shouldn’t kill them.
Marius: Merci beauco— Q-Quoi?! ♦sighs and walks away♦
The Maker (GM): >Who does Myron want to talk to first?
Haji: ♦trying to start a fire when Myron sits down next to him♦ A very exciting first day of freedom, huh?
Myron: I’ll say. I used to imagine how my first day being free would go… I didn’t imagine a gang of harlequins. That was unexpected.
Haji: ♦laughs♦ I thought the same thing on my first day of freedom. Although, instead of harlequins it was a pack of nuggaloppes wearing hats.
Myron: ♦laughs♦ Nuggalopes with hats? Wow and I thought my day was odd… So, what do you mean your first day? Were you once like me?
Haji: I was in the Circle before. Down here in the south, outside of Tevinter, they tear mages away from our families…and lock us up in towers. And when you’re in there, you can’t do anything without a templar scrutinizing your every move. I hated it, being in that cage. It took awhile, but I got out.
Myron: I see. Well It’s a good thing you’re out now. No one deserves to feel like they’re in a cage.
Haji: Shit. Compared to what you’ve been through…it makes me sick to think those Vints lord over people the way templars lord over us. ♦frowns♦ I’m glad you’re out now. I hope Tevinter hasn’t made you think that magic is evil or something.
Myron: ♦shrugs♦ Magic has helped me a lot recently, so I don’t have any resentment for it.
Haji: That’s true. Your magic mirror helped you here. ♦smiles♦ We just met, but…I just…I feel responsible almost for what the Vints did to you, as a fellow mage, I want to make it up to you somehow. I’m glad you’re here with us now, though. You’d made a great addition to the troupe if you decide you want to stay. After all, we’re both free men now. We can do whatever we want.
Gerris: (Whatever you want, huh)
Marius: ( ♦ coughs ♦ )
Myron: ♦Smiles♦ I’m glad you’re so welcoming. I haven’t received such kindness from so many people in a long time. I would love to stay, but to be honest I’m not sure if I should. I feel responsible for what happened to my group before I came here. ♦Looks to the ground and mutters♦ I should have warned them about Sextus…
Haji: ♦nods♦ And that’s your first choice. Whatever you choose, I’ll support you. ♦hands him meet on a stick♦ One of your first choices. First off, would you want pork and chicken? ♦chuckles♦
Myron: Pork. ♦Takes the stick♦ So they found something Marius doesn’t gossip with to eat? That must have been hard.
Haji: No, I make sure to have food reserves all the time. These aren’t the freshest per se, but it’s not rotten or anything.
Myron: Well food is food. It’s a lot better than what I was fed before for sure.
Haji: ♦furrows brows♦ I’m sorry to hear that. But let’s not think about the past. We’re both free now.
Marius: ♦is on top of a tree playing his flute; he hears footsteps from below♦ Hm? Ah, l’ami. You’re here.
Myron: ♦walks under the tree♦ So Marius, I think you have a lot of explaining to do.
Marius: Hnn. ♦climbs down♦ Maybe so. What would you like to ask me first? I think you have a lot of questions.
Myron: Well first I would like to ask you about Pierre. Does that name ring a bell?
Marius: Oui. The bastard son of the Baron. A sweet little boy, if you may ask. What about him?
Myron: I got to meet him earlier. The Harlequins brought him out and told me about him. And about you. I got to learn a lot about you, Marius…
Marius: Ah. I knew it. You learned earlier about the Game, and how I am still involved in it. Oui, I’m quite certain that what they told you was true. I’m a pawn of the nobility. This curse… Non. Let me tell you one thing, Myron. ♦looks at the mirror in his pocket♦ I have no intention of harming that boy. Nor do I have any intention of harming any of you.
Myron: How can I be sure you mean what you say?
Marius: Just because I’m an actor, doesn’t mean I can’t speak the truth. Besides… ♦walks a few steps away♦ If I did want to kill the boy, I would have done it right after he was born.
Myron: You may say that, but you’ve proven that you’re not always a man of your word. I’m not saying I think you’re going to hurt the group or the child, I just think you shouldn’t hide these things from the people who are close to you if they’re going to be affected by this, like we were earlier today. I’m not mad at you, just disappointed.
Marius: There are some things that we do not speak of as friends. Also… I wanted to get away from my past. I tried to conceal it. I changed my ways, I changed who I was. ♦looks down♦ It’s been six years.
I would have thought that they had forgotten about me. That’s why I didn’t expect us to be attacked. In fact, this is the first time it has ever happened… Among the many times the troupe would go to Val Royeaux… Je suis désolé. I am a fool. Non. I have no reason to explain further. Je suis désolé.
Myron: ♦places hand on Marius’s shoulder♦ Well now that it’s come back to haunt you, you should warn the others. You can’t run from your past forever.
Marius: They… They already knew about it. How else could I have gotten them to be part of the troupe?.. I didn’t expect that you would find out right away. You are new here. It’s not fair to you. Je suis désolé, Myron.
Myron: ♦sighs♦ Don’t apologize. I’ve been through worse in the past few days. There’s no point in feeling bad about what happened when we managed to deal with the situation so far. I mean… ♦looks to the side♦ Being attacked is a pain, but we were stronger than them in the end… so… sorry, don’t feel bad about it…
Marius: Non, non. This is a curse I have to deal with until I die. I would not compare it to what you have experienced. Slavery is horrible. But I know what it’s like being a slave. A slave to nobility. ♦looks at Myron♦ You are strong. We all are. I’ll… I’ll get over it eventually. ♦smiles♦ Besides, it’s not like me to be sulking, oui? ♦gives Myron a rose♦ Enough about me. Do you like music?
Myron: ♦Startled by Marius’s sudden change, but takes rose♦ Yes actually, I love music.
Marius: ♦Greatly Approves♦ Tres bien. I will write a song for you.
Myron: Write a song? ♦Chuckles♦ You don’t need to do that for me.
Marius: ♦laughs♦ I insist. Music is my life. The only constant, at least. It’s what makes me feel free.
Myron: Is it? Fine then, write me a song. I look forward to inevitably hearing it when it’s finished.
Marius: C’est bien! And I will look forward to performing for you. ♦bows♦
Gerris: ♦Helps set up a tent, but notices Myron walking towards him♦ Hey, Myron! Just in time since I finished setting up your tent. ♦Throws a pillow at Myron♦
Myron: ♦Catches pillow♦ Great, I can’t wait to get some rest after all we went through today. So tomorrow we’re going to the mirror, right?
Gerris: That depends, are you ready?
♦Sits on the grass and pats it as a gesture to sit with him♦
Myron: ♦Sits besides Gerris♦ I don’t know if I am, but I feel like I should go and check it out at least. I don’t know if I want to go back but I also don’t know if I want to stay here. Now that I’m free I don’t know where I belong.
Gerris: You know, I used to not know where I belong either. After leaving Antiva, the only place I knew and my home, I felt completely oblivious on what to do.
It took me years to find this troupe, but hopefully, it won’t take you that long to find somewhere you belong too. ♦Chuckles♦ You can always stick with us, if you want. Heck, it seems like you’re already part of us, as if you been with us for years….
Myron: I have to admit, I do feel at ease here. I feel happy in this troupe, but I have a responsibility to be back in Rivaini. It’s conflicting.
Gerris: I understand. Escaping from your unfinished business binds you to have this uneasy, knot-like feeling in your gut. We’re free, sure, but when I left my mercenary job in Antiva, a heavy feeling of guilt hit me, knowing I couldn’t stay in Antiva and resolve all my issues.
Even right now, I still trapped,so…. I don’t want you to end up like me. I want to go with you back in Rivaini and help you solve whatever problem you have. And perhaps, I could even stop by Antiva and fix my past.
Myron: So you think I should go back? If you want to come with me you can. You can help me and I can help you, as a team it will be easier! ♦smiles♦
Thanks, you helped me come to a decision. I will go back. It was nice to be here with this group, but I can never be truly free unless I deal with my responsibilities back in Rivaini.
Gerris: Of course, and you don’t have to go alone. I got your back, buddy. ♦Gives thumbs up and gives goofy grin♦
Myron: ♦laughs and give him a thumbs up back♦ It’s good to know I don’t have to go back alone. If I do go back there’s a chance my group didn’t stick around and I’ll be all alone, so it feels like I don’t have as much to worry about now.
Gerris: Aww, well you know what, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. If ya need someone, I’m always here for you!
♦Looks down and twiddles thumbs♦ Heh, I know what it feels like to get left behind and be all alone, so I’ll make sure you don’t suffer like how I did.
Myron: Hmm… Well from now on, how about we make sure neither of us will be left all alone again? Since we’ll be going back to Rivaini together, we can have each others backs.
Marius: (POLY POLY POLY)
Gerris: (Gerris: Did you say poly?)
Marius: (Of course, poly! Two dicks is better than one)
Gerris: ♦Slowly moves hand closer to Myron’s♦ You know, I haven’t been with someone like this for awhile. ♦Chuckles♦
Marius: ♦walks in on the two♦ Hm, what’s going on here?
Myron: Oh Marius! We were just talking about what we’ll do when we find the mirror!
Gerris: ♦Blushes and nervously laughs♦ I don’t even know myself, to be honest.
Oh, right! We were just talking about our plans for tomorrow. ♦Coughs♦
Marius: ♦flips his hair♦ Let me guess! We shall all take the mirror, and travel to far places together.
Myron: Wait, you want to go as well?
Marius: Wait, are you saying it is just between the two of you? Gerris, how could you leave us out!
Gerris: ♦Shrugs♦ I didn’t know you wanted to come. ♦Smiles♦ But I wouldn’t mind if you joined us, Ser Sparkles.
Marius: You know me, I love being the star. ♦sparkles♦ But of course, Myron is the star right now, right, l’ami?
Myron: The star? That’s giving me too much credit. ♦blushes♦ You can come with us if you want. It would probably be good for you to get away from here for a while.
Marius: Mon étoile sounds about right. ♦laughs♦ I guess I’d like to see more of Thedas. Orlais can be so… ♦tucks his hair behind his ears♦ ..dragging. Eugh.
Gerris: Too much credit? Are you joking? I don’t know how you did it, but it appears we’re both orbiting around you. You’re one special, bright star, Myron.
And, of course, you too Marius. How can I forget how much you love being the star? ♦Chuckles♦
Marius: You would never forget me, Gerris. ♦winks♦ I know you’ve been eyeing me all the time. ♦laughs♦ And we’d do what we can to protect you, mon étoile. We’ll protect each other, oui?
Gerris: Ha! How can I keep my eyes off when you sparkle too much? ♦Laughs♦
I won’t let anything hurt either of you. I swear to that. ♦Gives a goofy grin♦
Myron: And I won’t let anyone hurt either of you as well. From now on We’re a team and we’ll look out for each other. ♦smiles♦
Marius: (Okay I guess I can’t get back to Skype)
Gerris: ♦Takes both of their hands♦ Alright. ♦Gives them both warm smiles♦
(Same here! Skype is being a poop =3=)
Myron: (I got disconnected :( )
Marius: (Oh well. ;; )
Oui. ♦grins with sparkles♦
Gerris: ♦Looks up at them while smiling, bc he’s a short dorf♦
Myron: (I feel like this is enough flirting. there isn’t much else to say)
Marius: (I agree)
(Let’s go with the plotttt)
Myron: (PLOT PLOT)
Gerris: (Go go go!)
Marius: (Oui Oui)
The Maker (GM): The party depart the following morning towards the place where the eluvian is buried and they spend the morning digging it up.
Marius: I’m so tired from dirtying my hands.
Gerris: ♦Snickers♦ What do you mean by that, Marius?
Haji: I’m sure they’ll get pretty dirty now that you three…
Marius: Look at all this soil! Filthy—
Myron: Look how big it is Marius, You can admire eve more of yourself than that pocket mirror lets you.
Marius: [I’ll show you big…] Oh, of course. Ah, how beautiful can I get? ♦sparkles♦
Gerris: ♦Pretend he’s blinded as his arms cover his eyes♦ Oh no, it’s too much! Stop it, Marius.
Marius: You can never have too much of me.
♦reaches out to let two birds perch on his arm♦
Gerris: ♦Throws birds seeds around Marius’s feet♦
Marius: ♦more birds come and feed on the seeds♦ Ah, my beauties…
Myron: Maybe you can summon some of your animal friends to help us dig.
Gerris: ♦Starts throwing small pieces of food around Marius’s feet♦ Good thinking, Myron!
Marius: ♦sighs and whistles, causing rabbits, foxes, and squirrels to come and help dig♦
Myron: It’s going a lot faster now. Good job Marius!
Bruno: ♦suddenly starts growling♦
Killian: What is it, boy? ♦takes bow out and shoots an arrows, frowning♦ Harlequins.
Haji: Looks like a fight.
Gerris: Like the last one, taking care of these guys will be easy. ♦Smirks and gets out daggers♦
Haji: Wait….♦head snaps towards the eluvian♦ There’s magic thrumming through the eluvian.
Marius: Quoi? Let
Let’s go in!
Oh how I’ve always wanted to enter an eluvian~
Gerris: Quick, before the harlequins reach us!
Killian: Hurry, the harlequins are pouring out from the trees!
Gerris: ♦Takes Marius and Myron’s hands♦
Marius: ♦enters the Eluvian♦
Myron: ♦gets dragged in the Eluvian♦
Haji: Well, they’re holding hands…should…we?
Killian: what? Why?!
Marius: ♦squirrels prod them to♦
Haji: Just take my damn hand.
Killian: ♦sighs and they hold hands entering the eluvian♦
Marius: (Marius be twirling around in the Eluvian while the others writhe in pain)
The Maker (GM): The humans and the dwarf stagger through the featureless pathway, their entire bodies aching. Blinding pain throbs behind their eyes. Meanwhile, Marius sings as he frolics down.
Marius: Let’s keep going, mon amis!
Haji: Is everyone alright?
C-Cause i’m not…
Marius: Quoi? Why not? Wait. All of you, what’s wrong?
Gerris: ♦Holds head and goes toward Myron♦ My head…
Myron, how are you feeling?
Killian: Marius, how are you doing that? Well, this is an elf mirror…
Myron: ♦winces in pain♦ I feel like shit…
Marius: M-Mon étoile!
Gerris: Here. ♦Offers hand♦ I’ll help guide you the way.
Marius: You may all hold on to me…
Haji: There’s a doorway up ahead…
Marius: I’ll go ahead. Everyone hold onto me somehow.
Killian: Finally…even Bruno doesn’t like it here.
The Maker (GM): The party emerge at the other side of the eluvian.
Gerris: ♦Grabs on to Marius’s other hand while holding on to Myron’s♦
Salvadore: How unexpected. .n_n
Myron: Oh no, not you…
Gerris: ♦Surprised♦ S-Salvadore?
Regine: Isn’t this…that magister’s slave?
Marius: ♦surprised♦ W-What?! ♦looks Augustin from top to bottom♦ What fashion sense is that? A disgrace to Orlais!
Gerris: ♦Smirks♦ Not anymore.
Augustin: Excuse me, you knife-ear?! I am a chevalier!
Yessenia: Is that fucking mabari? What the fuck is going on here?!
Gerris: ♦Checks Auggy from top to bottom♦ Huh, I have to agree with you, Marius. Isn’t his outfit “so last year”?
Tamsin: U-Umm…maybe we should let them leave first.
Marius: ♦glares♦ What did you just call me? I’ll have you know… Hmph. I agree Gerris. ♦flips hair♦
Myron: Marius, please don’t start unnecessary drama.
Haji: Umm…who are these people, Myron?
Marius: Je suis desole…
Gerris: I don’t think that’s possible, Myron. ♦Laughs♦
Marius: I don’t… Wait. Where are we?
Killian: Is this…Rivain?
Marjani: Maybe we should poke them and open them up so we know if the mirror did anything weird.
Myron: Or maybe we should not.
Talaos: ♦looks at Gerris♦ Oh a dwarf, I thought you were a child.
Gerris: ♦Steps back and grimaces♦ Ha, sure….♦Uncomfortable♦
Bruno: ♦barks at Talaos♦
Marius: Augh! There’s nothing wrong with me. Excusez-moi, who owns this MARVELOUS place?
All this gold… Tres magnifique!
Salvadore: That would be me. Why thank you— Hmm? ♦looks at Gerris♦ You look familiar.
Gerris: Wow, Salvadore, you got richer the last time I saw you.
Salvadore: Oh, si! My former employee!
Fen’Harel: did they just arrive
The Maker (GM): Yeeeep
Gerris: Heh, nice seeing you again, Salvadore. ♦Grins♦
Marius: Former employee? Gerris?
Gerris: Remember I told you about working for a mercenary company years ago, Marius.
Regine: Ashara told you that the slave was pushed into the mirror. Where did you end up?
Gerris: (Scratch, Gerris said Prince Salvadore)
Haji: We came here from Orlais.
Gerris: W-wait? Can you repeat that again? Ashara?!
Marius: Ah, oui, oui. My, you have such great taste, Prince Salvadore. ♦bows♦ I assume that this place looks much greater outside?
Killian: Well, we should move out of their way. I feel like they’re dissecting us with their eyes.
Tamsin: I don’t think we need them to use the eluvian…
Gerris: Yeah… ♦Mumbles to Myron♦ I don’t like how that Talaos guy acts. He seems….off, if that’s the right word?
Regine: Wait. Before you go, what was the travel like?
Marius: It was delightful.
Myron: Off… is an understatement
Gerris: More than delightful, in my opinion. ♦Looks at Marius and Myron♦
Killian: Looks like only elves can pass through unharmed.
Marius: Yes, I was able to sing along while in there.
Gerris: But if I recall, didn’t you mention Ashara earlier?
Augustin: Then we send Tamsin in./
Talaos: Fine, get out of here.
Gerris: ♦Shakes head♦ [Maybe I was just hearing things…]
Marius: You don’t own this place.
Prince Salvadore, I would love to see more of this place.
Myron: Marius, no.
Salvadore: Of course! Would you like to see my library?
Marius: A library?! Tres bien! But wait, I have a question.
Haji: That sounds interesting
Gerris: Library? I don’t read much, but sure.
Killian: Wait, I don’t think Myron would want to go there.
Marius: This is Rivain, oui?
Salvadore: Ah right, I doubt Magister Sextus taught you to read…perhaps lunch then? I am about to eat with mis amigos. .n_n
Gerris: (ohohohohoho, Gerris meets Ashara)
Yessenia: Yeah, this is Rivain.
Marius: Then Isidore must be here?!
Augustin: Stop wasting our time already and leave. Tamsin, get in that eluvian.
Marius: Augh. Rude.
Myron, your friend must be somewhere here.
Gerris: ♦Scoffs♦ You just met us. Why are you being so rude?
Augustin: You insulted me the moment you arrived…why wouldn’t I be hostile ♦huffs♦ Now get out.
Myron: ♦to Salvador♦ Speaking of Sextus ♦nervously♦ Is he… still here?
Gerris: Geez, can’t take a joke, can ya?
Salvadore: According to Ashara, he escaped…♦leads the party outside of the chamber♦ Your master has dangerous friends… .n_n
Marius: What a beautiful place.
Myron: ♦sighs in relief♦ Thank goodness…
Marius: Je suis desole, mon etoile…
Gerris: [Wait, so it wasn’t just in my head?!] Ashara’s here?
Marius: I won’t do it again…
Haji: Hey, don’t cause too much of a mess. We’re uninvited guests here.
Marius: ♦fixes up and sulks♦ I promise I won’t do it again…
Killian: I don’t think that’s something they’re capable of that…so what now? do we stay in Rivain?
Gerris: Right, we didn’t mean to suddenly intrude in your house, Prince Salvadore.
Myron: Yes, my apologies. We just wanted to get to Rivaini.
‘s fine, Myron. Now, Marius is safe from the Harlequin.
Gerris: ♦Sighs in relief♦ Finally…
Salvadore: Not a problem. .n_n I am glad that you managed to get through the Eluvian rather than… other people.
Killian: Other people? ♦raises brow♦
Gerris: Yes, I’m glad to see you instead. It has been years, hasn’t it, Prince Salvadore?
Marius: Thank the maker for that. We are very grateful, Prince Salvadore.
Salvadore: You worked for me so long ago, I don’t even remember what job it was. What was your name again, my dwarven friend?
Gerris: Gerris! ♦Offers hand♦
No hard feelings. It’s understandable since we haven’t even seen each other in years. Looks like you’re doing very well, Prince Salvadore!
Salvadore: ♦shakes his hand♦ As always.
The Maker (GM): The enter the dining hall
Salvadore: Take a seat, everyone.
Rellia: Who are you?
Ashara: Who are these randos?
Vesperus: At least they’re nice to look at. ♦waggles eyebows♦
Marius: Je m’appelle Marius. I am a bard. You are a lovely lady, young one. ♦gives Rellia a rose♦
Gerris: ♦Waves at Ashara♦ Long time no see, Ashara.
Ashara: Holy— is that you, Gerris?!
Fia: Oooh, two exes! Are you jealous, Dream Boy?
Gerris: The one and only. ♦Smiles♦
Salvadore: Ah! I remember now. .n_n That’s right. You were with Ashara when we met.
Gerris: ♦Surprised♦ You have someone too, Ashara?
Nazares: Of course not… ♦scrutinizes Gerris♦
Gerris: (SCRATCH THAT)
♦Surprised♦ You’re not with Salvadore?
Nazares: She’s not/
Rellia: doggy! ♦ignore Marius and runs to Bruno♦
Salvadore: .n_n ♦steeples fingers♦
Marius: ♦sulks in his seat♦
Marius: ♦walks to a corner and mopes♦
Vesperus: This is why you dump them after you fuck them, Ashara.
Ashara: Nice to see you’re doing alright. Yeah, Salvadore and I ended ten years ago.
I did, Ves.
That’s exactly why I dumped him… Uh, sorry Gerris.
Vesperus: ♦cackles♦ Nice. now why the fuck are you here
Gerris: No, it’s fine, Ashara.
Anyway, seems like you and your partner look happy together. Congrats.
Rellia: What’s the doggy’s name?OuO He’s so big! ♦giggles s Bruno licks her♦
Nazares: Quite happy. ♦puts arm around Ashara♦
Gerris: Name’s Gerris by the way. ♦Offers hand to DB♦
Marius: ♦motions Myron to go to him♦ Mon etoile…
Fia: Someone’s getting territorial.
Myron: ♦goes up to Marius♦ Yes?
Marius: It’s very… awkward here, oui?
Gerris: ♦Laughs♦ I wouldn’t be surprised. No need to worry about me.
Ashara: ♦pats Nazares’ rear♦ This is Gerris, Nazares. An old… friend of mine. Gerris, this is Nazares.
Myron: Yeah, very much so.
Haji: What the hell is going on?
Killian: The prince and Gerris the one with a scary glare and now she’s dating the pasty one?
Marius: Maybe we should just go to the garden outside.
Myron: Yeah, lets go.
Salvadore: Feel free to check out the library. .nn
Vesperus: ♦looks horrified and shakes his head at them♦
Salvadore: ♦smiles at Ves♦
Nazares: ♦shudders at the mention♦
Marius: Maybe later, Prince Salvadore. ♦takes Myron by the hand and leads him to the garden♦
Gerris: ♦Notices Ves♦ Looks like your friend doesn’t want us to go. ♦Chuckles♦
Myron: ♦Follows Marius to the garden♦
Nazares: [I would say “it’s a pleasure”, but it’s really not….this is awkward…] Hello, Gerris. ♦blank expression♦
Fia: Damn, this is one awkward breakfast.
Salvadore: ♦cackles♦ Well this is a nice reunion. ♦looks at Salvadore, Gerris, then Nazares♦
Salvadore: (ay shet that was ashara)
Vesperus: ♦leans to Ashara and Nazares♦ You know what this means, right? Foursome. ♦winks at them♦
Ashara: Ves, no. ♦swats playfully♦
Vesperus: Fine. What about you two twiddling your thumbs over there. Foursome?;D
Gerris: ♦Nervous chuckle♦ Err, I’ll pass. I’m actually quite tired from that eluvian trip…
Vesperus: da fuck were you eavesdropping
Gerris: I thought you were telling everyone….Sorry, didn’t mean to…
Vesperus: Sorry, I had enough dwarf dick already
Myron: ( o0o )
Gerris: Please excuse me, I think I should go look for two certain people…
Salvadore: Well, feel free to explore the gardens. The flowers are beautiful this time of year.
Gerris: Thank you, Prince Salvadore. Nice seeing you both.
Ashara: Nice to see you again, mi amigo. ♦waves and returns to her seat♦
Fia: Be careful, around this time of year, certain creatures like to…mate there…♦giggles♦
Marius: ♦twirls around in the gardens♦ The flowers! So BEAUTIFUL!
Don’t you agree, mon etoile?♦
Marius: ♦(just edit that lmao)
Isidore: Granuaile, have you thought of your Satinalia presents yet— ♦drops his basket of flowers♦ M-Marius?1
♦twirls over to Isidore♦ IS IT REALLY YOU?!
Myron: ♦Looks over at Isadore♦ Oh, it’s that guy from the other day. You two know eachother?
Marius: Mon etoile, I’ve known Isidore since we were children.
Isidore: MARIUS! ♦throws flowers from his basket over MArius♦
Granuaile: ♦looks at Marius, then at Myron♦ Myron, you’re okay!!
Evander: What’s going on here?8D
We thought you died!
Marius: ♦hugs Isidore and twirls him around♦ My darling Isidore!
Myron: Yeah I’m okay! Surprisingly…. I can’t believe I made it back…
Isidore: ♦hugs him back, laughing♦ How did you…I thought you didn’t…couldn’t leave Orlais?
Marius: ♦kisses Isidore on the cheeks♦ Oh! You wouldn’t believe! I walked through an eluvian and ended up here!
Granuaile: ♦clings onto Evander♦ I’m confused. He smells like roses though.
Isidore: An eluvian— This is…It’s like out of a novel! A friend is lost in an elvian and brings old ties back!
Marius: Oui, oui! Oh mon ami, we must sing like we did before!
Gerris: ♦Catches up and sees Isidore♦ Hey, judging by you two are reacting, you must be the “famous” Isidore? Marius keeps on talking nonstop about you.
Isidore: He does, now? I hope he told you about my exquisite writing and my acting skills. But that is a splendid, idea— Ah, but I almost forgot. This is my friend, Granuaile and my fri…no, this is Evander.
Evander: You smell nice!
Gerris: (Tsundere Isidoree)
Marius: Bienvenue Granuaile and Evander! Why thank you! I always put on the latest in Orlesian perfumes. Now it is rose! And you Granuaile… You smell of flowers as well. Tres bien you have such great taste!
Granuaile: ♦blushes and giggles♦ T-Thank you! ♦gives Marius a carnation♦ And your name?
Marius: ♦takes the carnation♦ What a beautiful color—- Ah, my apologies. Je m’appelle Marius. ♦bows♦
Gerris: It’s not nice when he always assaults our noses with his perfumes though. ♦Laughs♦
And I’m Gerris. ♦Waves♦
Evander: But I like the perfume.
Marius: Would you like a bottle, Evander?
Evander: It suits Isidore more!
Marius: ♦laughs♦ Maybe so. I’ll have to give Isidore a bottle or two, then!
Isidore: I think anything would suit you. ♦gently holds his arm♦ Now then, how about that duet, mon ami?
Gerris: ♦Gestures at Myron♦ Last, but not least, here’s Myron, but you all have met him already, right?
Marius: Why oui, oui! Certainly! Maybe Evander should join in our song?
Granuaile: ♦looks at Gerris♦ Durgen’len? I mean… You said your name is Gerris? We all know Myron!
Gerris: Yup, yup. You said it exactly right.
Myron: Yeah, I was here only a few days ago so they know me already.
Granuaile: You look like a nice durgen’len. I’m not used to it! ♦giggles and gives him a lily♦
Evander: R-really? Isidore never let me sing. ♦Clears throat♦ EHEEEM EM EM— NUGSSSS ARE EVIL. THEY WANT TO STRANGLE ME WITH THEIR GROSS TINY HANDS
Marius: H-H-How charming…
Isidore: ♦winces♦ Evander…try using you diaphragm…
Evander: Lemme try again…EHEEM EM EM EME EHHH— ♦spits♦
Marius: W-Wait. Maybe you should play this instead… ♦hands Evander a recorder♦
Granuaile: Myron, I made this for you. ♦places a flower crown on his head♦
Isidore: Wait. ♦takes the recorder away♦ He nearly choked when he tried that last. He got over zealous and shoved the recorder down his throat
Marius: S-Sacrebleu! Then maybe…. he can play the drums
Myron: ♦smiles♦ Thank you, It’s beautiful!
Isidore: Hmm, I think that may actually suit him.
Granuaile: It really suits you! ♦giggles♦ You’re welcome! I’m happy you’re back.
Evander: ♦big, dumb smile♦ So, Marius are you and Myron dating now?
Gerris: Hey, looks nice on you, Myron!
Isidore: W-What?! Truly?
Marius: I..W-Well…. I…
Myron: I’m glad to be back! ♦Hears Evander and bushes♦ Wha-wah well…
Isidore: ♦whispers to Myron♦ Did he tell you his dark past. I must know.
Gerris: Don’t forget about me, you two.
Marius: ♦whispers back to Isidore♦ We haven’t gotten that far yet, mon ami…
Granuaile: ♦eyes widen♦ W-What!
Isidore: When you find out then…it sounds like it would be quite…intriguing. ♦eyes sparkle♦
Marius: Ohoho… I would definitely share it to you. ♦winks♦
Evander: More love for all of you then. I’m glad you found people to hang out with, Myron.
Gerris: Heh, like you Marius, Isidore has the googly eyes too. Must be an Orlesian thing, huh? ♦Laughs♦
Marius: I don’t have googly eyes!
Isidore: I don’t have googly eyes!
Evander: They even sound alike…♦amazed♦
Gerris: ♦Laughs♦ Do you believe them, Myron?
Myron: Soon I won’t be able to tell the difference between them…
Marius: ♦flips hair and sparkles♦ You just can’t resist looking into my eyes, Gerris.
Isidore: Fortunately for you, Myron, we’re equally fabulous. Mistaking us for one another is not a bad thing.
Evander: I’m sure I can tell Isidore apart.
Granuaile: I think… I’ll go for a bit. I need to tell Azeri that another eluvian is in Orlais then. ♦skips away♦
Gerris: Because they’re so big and googly. Hard to miss them, really. ♦Chuckles♦
Myron: Bye ♦waves to gran♦
Azeri: ♦waits at the sex tree♦ 8(
Gerris: (BAD RACIST BB)
Marius: Truer words have never been said, mon ami.
Isidore: Oh wait, Myron, Kayan has been worried about you since you vanished…perhaps you could tell him you are fine?
Marius: Ah that Kayan you asked me to write to!
Myron: Really? Where is he now?
Isidore: He is probably with that…♦disgusted voice♦ Orlesian.
Gerris: You go to Kayan. Marius and I will just hang out with these two.
Marius: Is this, the one you talked about in a letter, Isidore?
Isidore: Yes, the cheese comte…he dresses like a strawberry. ♦both Marius and Isidore hang their heads in one minute of silence for the strawberry♦
Myron: Well while you two mourn fashion, I’m going to leave and find Kayan. ♦leaves the garden♦
Gerris: Do you want me to play funeral music for you two?
Jerome: Kayan, is that— ♦stands from the table where they’re having tea♦
Kayan: ♦His head rests on his hand as he looks down on his tea, untouched♦ If only I have done more, Myron would still be with us… ♦Mopes♦
Jerome: Kayan, Myron is there!
Manlietta: MIGHTY MYRON!
Kayan: W-what did you say, Jerome? ♦Looks up and notices Myron♦
♦In disbelief♦ M-Myron? You came back, but how?
Myron: ♦Runs up to the group and stops, out of breath.♦ I’m back…. ♦huff♦ Did you miss me?
The eluvian let me come back!
Kayan: Of course! We all been worried sick over you! I thought you were go—
Nevermind that, I’m just relieved you’re back safe. ♦Smiles♦
Myron: ♦Hugs Kayan♦ I thought I’d never be back! I’m so happy to see you again!You and everyone else!
Kayan: ♦Surprised from the embrace, but hugs back♦ You don’t know how happy I am to see you again!
Myron: What happened when I was gone? How did you get free from Sextus?
Kayan: We all managed to escape, but so has Sextus. None of us know where his current whereabouts are, but you don’t have to worry about him.
I notice that your collar is gone. ♦Starts tearing up♦
Now you can do whatever you like.
Myron: ♦lets go of Kayan♦ Yeah I can. ♦places hand on neck♦ I’m free now. I’m free and Sextus is gone… ♦smiles as he tears up♦
Marius: (dobby is a free elf)
Kayan: ♦Nods and tears up more♦ Finally, that man should be gone forever. The only one who owns you is yourself now. ♦Rubs eyes♦
Myron: Don’t cry, you’re going to make me cry! ♦covers eyes♦ It’s good to see you’re passion for freeing slaves again. I missed it.
Kayan: ♦Sniffles♦ I’m sorry. I can’t help it, because words cannot express how happy I am for you.
Haji: ♦puts down fork♦ Killian… what are we?
Haji: ♦sighs♦ You know what I mean, Killian.
Ashara: ♦whispers to Nazares♦ What the fuck?
Killian: We’re…very gay.
Haji: Yes, but what are we?! ♦reaches across the table to take Killian’s hand♦
Fia: ♦Greatly Approves]
Kayan: (Friend fic inspiration)
Fia: I don’t even know their names. ♦takes down notes♦
Marius: ([I smell love in the air…])
Gerris: (Gerris: I think you’re just smelling Bruno again ouo")
Killian: We slept together once, Haji…I…why are you bringing this up? Now?
Bruno: ♦cocks head♦
Marius: (Marius: Non… non… Can you feel it Gerris?)
Gerris: (Gerris: I feel…♦Farts♦….That’s not what you expected, huh?)
Nazares: ♦pokes food trying not to look at them♦
Haji: Why not now? How long do you want to leave things unsaid between us?
Marius: (Marius: Disgusting, Gerris. Where’s your manners?! )
Killian: I thought you had eyes for Myron. The way you looked at him…
Haji: No, Myron is nice, but… Killian. For three years I have lain awake, every night. Aching for you.
Gerris: (Gerris: ♦Gropes Marius♦ What manners?)
Nazares: ♦chokes on food♦
Vesperus: That’s hot.
Ashara: OH SHIT. ♦pats his back♦
Marius: (Marius: NOT HERE.)
Killian: Haji…but you were in the same tent as me for those three years.
Myron: (Myron: What did I miss?)
Killian: I thought you had asthma with that laboured breathing.
Gerris: (Killian: zzz
Haji: ♦Reaches out to Killian♦ One day… ♦Squirms♦ )
Marius: (Marius: Nothing. Mon etoile, nothing.)
Ashara: ♦almost spits out wine♦ [WHAT THE FUCK.]
Haji: Hey! Not so loud! ♦flustered♦ N-no, it wasn’t asthma.
Nazares: ♦wipes Ashara’s mouth♦
Killian: ♦looks up, deep into Haji’s eyes♦ I know that now.
Haji: Y-you do?
Gerris: (Haji: ♦About to reaches for Killian’s butt, but reclines his had♦ No, I must not… ♦Squirms♦ Hngh)
Vesperus: Can’t tell is awkward as fuck or sexy…or both.
Marius: (Marius: I knew Killian and Haji had something going on!!!! L-L-Love!)
Gerris: ♦Whispers to Marius♦ Finally, Haji will sate his thirst.
Marius: ♦whispers back♦ I… I’m so proud… ♦manly tear♦ Mama and papa…
Gerris: ♦Presses nose against window♦
Myron: ♦whispers♦ This is a lot gayer than I expected
Marius: T-Tres magnifique…
Gerris: ♦Whispers back♦ And I approve so much. Go Haji and Killian… ♦Sheds a single tear♦
Myron: They should hurry up and kiss.
Marius: ♦nods♦ They must.
Killian: You made it rather clear, Haji, but…are you sure this isn’t just a rebound from Myron?
Gerris: ♦Forms a circle on one hand while the other inserts the finger in the hole♦
Myron: ♦whispers♦ oh wow…
Haji: I barely know Myron. I’ve… loved you for years.
Fia: He said the “l” word!
Gerris: (I loved you for a thousand yearssss)
Ashara: ♦incredulous♦ Are they seriously doing this shit here?
Marius: ♦pats Myron on the back♦ D-Don’t mind what they’re saying.
Vesperus: Shut up, Ashara! ♦watches aptly♦
Ashara: ♦flicks a piece of sausage at Ves♦ This is fucking weird.
Bruno: ♦licks the food off Haji’s hands♦
Killian: Haji…why…why did you wait three years to say this?
Nazares: [Because you both do not know what timing is…]
Marius: Yeah, why did he!?
Haji: When I was in the Circle, love was only a game. It gave the templars too much power if there was something you couldn’t stand to lose…
Gerris: Hey, isn’t that a line from one of the plays….
Marius: Hush… Gerris… This is a work of art. ♦mumbles♦ Though I did remember helping in writing those…
Nazares: Is…that…from the play that we did? The Rose and The Mage’s Staff?
The Maker (GM): LOLFUCK
Haji: It was. I poured out my feelings for you in that play. Remember when you told me that was my best acting yet? It’s because it was all real…
Gerris: No wonder! ♦Gasps♦
Marius: ♦takesout a lacey handkerchief and wipes his tears♦ I’m….. I’m so proud……
Myron: relationship goals
Marius: I shall teach you how to act, mon etoile…
…and read and write.
Gerris: ♦Clenches fist♦ They finally made it… ♦Takes a diff lacey handkerchief from Marius’s pocket and wipes his tears♦
Killian: Have I…Have I really been that dense? Or was I just not allowing myself to see it, because I was afraid to love again after I lost everyone in Denerim during the Blight…
Fia: Wow, even I couldn’t write that shut
Gerris: (THAT SAYS A LOT)
Myron: ;-; so touching
Gerris: ♦Blows nose, soiling the handkerchief with sticky green snot♦ These two….They are meant to be.
Marius: ♦hands Myron another lacey handkerchief♦
Myron: ♦Takes handkerchief and wipes eyes♦
Haji: No. It’s not you. I’ve been hesitant. I was afraid… Afraid you’d reject me. Afraid that if anything happened between us, Templars would find us and take me away from you…
Maximian: ♦looks awkwardly at them since he’s a temlpar♦
Ashara: … do they even notice we’re here? ♦disgusted noise♦
Vesperus: Of the templars could just join in with you. ;D
Granuaile: ♦walks through the garden with Azeri and notices the 3 people watching through the window♦ …What… ♦leads Azeri away to another part of the garden♦
Azeri: too many shem…
Azeri: One shem is already too many.
Gerris: ♦Pats Myron♦
Granuaile: ♦nudges Azeri♦ Don’t be so mean. Let’s go.
Myron: I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that
Marius: You are a beautiful shem, mon etoile
Gerris: Come on, Killian, don’t leave your man hanging.
Killian: But Haji…there aren’t any Circles around anymore…and if any templar even came near you, I’d see him from a mile away and put an arrow in his knee.
Marius: …Isn’t that a templar right there?
Haji: There are still templars scattered around Thedas. S-sorry… after years of suffering under abuse, I’m still afraid. So… does this mean you feel the same way about me?
♦under their abuse
Marius: ಠ_ಠ Shalalala kiss the boy. ಠ_ಠ
Gerris: Now kisssss.
Killian: Haji, I watch darkspawn murder everyone I loved…but I won’t let that happen again. Templars or demons or what…nothing could be worse than the thought of living without you.
Gerris: ♦Cries♦ That’s one of the most beautiful things Killian has ever said. ♦Gets more handkerchief from Marius’s pocket♦
Haji: Killian! ♦trying not to tear up♦ Are you telling the truth? Kiss me. Kiss me so I know this is real.
Gerris: (KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE)
Gerris: I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS.
Myron: DO IT
Ashara: ♦spits out wine♦ PFFFFFT—
Myron: FREAKIN DO IT
Killian: (IM DYING SEND HALP)
Marius: SHALALALA KISS THE BOY
Vesperus: ♦starts to cry♦
Marius: ♦plays the lute♦
Gerris: NOS KISS.
Maximian: Ves, are you crying? Really?
Vesperus: No, I just got shit in my eye…
Ashara: Wine. Sorry, Ves.
Gerris: ♦Yells through the window♦ WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR KILLIAN?!
Killian: Haji! ♦grabs Haji’s face and pulls him forward as they crush their lips together, hungrily kissing each other♦
Marius: ♦TAKES A FEW FLOWERS AND THROWS THEM♦
Gerris: ♦Throws arms in the hair and hugs Myron and Marius♦ FINALLY.
Haji: ♦Makes out with Killian♦ [OH, KILLIAN!!!]
Gerris: GO ALL THE WAY.
Ashara: … the fuck?! They better not have sex on the table. This is mahogany!
Gerris: DON’T HOLD BACK ANYTHING.
Fia: Oh! Oh, now they crawled on the table..
Marius: TAKE OFF HIS FERELDAN CLOTHS.
Marius: GET A ROOM—-! OR ♦POINTS TO SEX TREE♦ USE THAT!
Haji: ♦caresses Killian’s face as they pull apart♦ Ten years from now… a hundred years from now, someone like me will love someone like you, and there will be no templar to tear them apart…
Myron: This is so deep
Granuaile: Don’t touch my tree
Gerris: M-My heart is hurting, Marius.
Marius: ♦twirls♦ Today is a wonderful day.
Gerris: ♦Clutches chest♦
Marius: ♦hugs Gerris♦
Gerris: ♦Hugs back and ugly sobs♦
Ashara: ♦yells at them♦ GET A ROOM.
Maximian: Not even going to try to get near them to bother tearing them apart. ♦drinks five wine glasses in rapid succession♦
Gerris: ♦Hugs Myron also♦
Marius: ♦hugs Myron too♦
Myron: ♦group hug♦
Granuaile: Just don’t touch my tree.
Gerris: ♦Myron, Marius, and Gerris are in a group hug while ugly sobbing♦
Nazares: What just happened
Ashara: No idea. ♦shrugs and drags Nazares away♦ Let’s fuck.
Vesperus: ♦ugly sobbing♦ IT’S SO BUEATIFUL. I’M SO AROUSED