Wolf from Seheron

Fenris from Dragon Age . Affiliated with Rifts of Pyli Class: Warrior/Level 3 Housing: Esteria Boarding: Room 205

[thatssohawke]

Hawk and Wolf [closed]

[thatssohawke]

Things didn’t add up. If anything, this only made Hawke even more confused. Fenris seemed completely serious, but he knew for a fact that Meredith wasn’t dead. That rumor would circle town so fucking fast it would make everyone’s head spin. No, something was very wrong here and it wasn’t Hawke.

"I know that jokes aren’t exactly your forte, but I think you’re going to have to try a bit harder with this one. I’m not exactly getting the punch line," he said with pursed lips and a slightly sour expression. He knew, deep down, that Fenris wasn’t trying to make a joke. He might have been incapable of the action to be perfectly honest. But at the same time it made more sense than the alternative.

[ghostofshartan]

Fenris understood not wanting to believe his words-- not wanting to believe what he had seen with his own eyes. It was still strange-- still unnerving-- to hear such doubt from Hawke of all people.

He frowned. "Do you think that I would joke about such a thing?" he asked, acidity coloring his tone.

But of course, the situation was quite absurd. Something had caused this, had changed the course of history. Fenris had a sneaking suspicion that he knew the culprit.

He sighed, the flash of displeasure suddenly gone. How best to explain this?

"Meredith chose to... annul the Circle. We fought, in defense of the mages. In the end she was... corrupted. It drove her mad, then killed her."

[thatssohawke]

Hawk and Wolf [closed]

[thatssohawke]

Hawke was glad to see first and foremost that Fenris seemed to be all right. He wasn’t entirely sure about this place yet, but it couldn’t have been too bad since his elven comrade seemed to be in good spirits. At least, good spirits in so far as Fenris ever had them.

"You seem to be doing rather well, although this place must be rather terrible for you to outright admit you miss me,” he replied with a smirk, though he couldn’t have admitted it outright he was extremely glad to see a friendly and familiar face and Fenris must have felt similarly. He had no idea of how long the elf had been in this place, but it couldn’t have been too long. He had just seen the other man… a lot of the other man… less than a week ago. He was acting, differently though for that to be true.

"Home? Well it’s just about how we left it. Under constant bitching about our favorite person Mrs. Knight Commander Meredith’s hold on everything, but other than that it’s more or less the same. Your mansion, the last time I remember seeing it, was just as unkempt and disgusting as usual. You really need to hire a maid or something, I can send Orlanna over to help tidy up if you want when we get back."

[ghostofshartan]

"It's been a strange couple of weeks, Hawke," he said, summing up his experience here about as well as he could. Strange and confusing and astoundingly difficult, and seeing a friend in the midst of all this madness only somehow made it worse. And now Hawke's words, the strangest thing of all. Fenris furrowed his brow, looking closely at his friend. Meredith, the mansion-- these things had been left behind in Kirkwall, after that disaster at the gallows. Orana, he had on good authority, had left for Orlais with Bodahn and Sandal. And yet Hawke seemed completely serious in his assessment. Glib, perhaps, but not making a deliberate joke of the situation. Something was very wrong. What dark magic had caused this?

"Hawke," he said, measuredly, watching his friend for any sign of reaction. "Knight-Commander Meredith is dead. She died at the Gallows after--" After Anders had changed everything, after declaring the Rite of Annulment, after using the Red Lyrium to augment her natural powers until it finally consumed her... And yet he could not say it. If Hawke did not know-- could Fenris inform him of a friend's betrayal? It was no secret that he held no love for Anders. Even if Hawke would believe him, it seemed-- almost cruel to mention. He hesitated, unsure of what to say.

[thatssohawke]

Hawk and Wolf [closed]

[thatssohawke]

Hawke had to admit, he hadn’t been expecting to see anyone he even remotely recognized here. But if it had been someone… it would probably be someone like Hubert or Cullen, someone vaguely annoying that would make him curse the fact that the one person he knew here was a thorn in his side who would probably continue asking him for everything from killing dragons to tying their shoelaces. And yet here was one of his closest companions, standing right in front of him and still looking as though he might need to take a dump.

"Thanks for reminding me, I was afraid I might forget that little fact," he said sarcastically, a smile hanging on his lips. "I’m guessing you must have been here for more than a few days like me to be staring at me like I’m a tall glass of water. It makes me wonder how long I’d been sleeping out in that field," he added, though it was far less of a joke this time around. Fenris looked like he had seen a ghost, although Hawke himself could swear he only had see the other man three days ago at the maximum.

[ghostofshartan]

He had almost forgotten how irritatingly glib Hawke could be, even in the direst of situations. It was that more than anything that brought him back to himself, that gave him equilibrium. If Hawke could look at such a situation and laugh, then Fenris could manage his own emotions.

Fenris found himself chuckling-- and he was a little loath to admit how alien that felt, after being here as long as he had. It was an emotion borne half out of relief and half out of utter exasperation.

"Yes, it has been more than a few days," he said, dryly sarcastic--though even as he said it the weight of those weeks pressed in on him. Not long enough to lose hope that he would get back, but long enough to start to wonder.

He looked away, hoping to ward off the emotion. It did little good. "You have no idea how... glad I am to see you, Hawke." And even that little bit was difficult to say, but it needed to be said. Fenris had had no greater friend in all his life. "How have things been back-- home?"

[thatssohawke]

Hawk and Wolf [closed]

Hawke had finally gotten himself to a place where at least he had figured out where he was, vaguely. He had some weapons to prevent himself from getting dragged off again, and with his Dog at his side he was able to at least… exist here in the mean time. But at the back of his mind he knew he couldn’t stay here. Bethany was back in Kirkwall and all of his friends, and the growing unrest between the mages and the templars he knew he couldn’t just mope around.

The best thing he could do at this point would be to figure out what people knew about getting home, and do everything in his power to do simply that. He was headed around to see if he could find an authority figure who might have ideas about these so-called rifts. But before he could find anyone like that, a familiar head of silver hair caught his eye.

It couldn’t be… could it? The man jogged through the crowd, pushing random people aside in his rush- unintentional but he still got sworn at a few times as he approached the elf on the other side of the open square.

"Fenris…?" He was still in shock, seeing the other man here. Apparently he wasn’t the only one in this new world.

[ghostofshartan]

Hearing that voice-- it felt like all the breath had gone out of him, like he had been hit in the stomach. It... couldn't be. He was afraid that he had gone mad, afraid that he would turn around and not see who he expected.

Instead he turned around and-- there was Hawke, almost exactly as Fenris remembered.

These last few months-- running job after job in an endless pattern, just to give himself something to do... He had hoped for this, had hoped that he would be able to see his friends once more. And now here was Hawke, in the flesh. He had disappeared so abruptly, fleeing the destruction of Kirkwall-- there was enough that felt unfinished.

For a moment, he stared in disbelief.

"Hawke," he said, voice breaking over the name. "You're here."

[ghostofshartan]

ooc: hello all! finally getting caught up on replies. if you're waiting on a reply from me or want to thread with me you should hit me up here or on skype!

[rhymekind-blog]

Go Elf Yourself || { Closed }

[rhymekind-blog]

DAVE: me? DAVE: i hail from a land called houston texas 

[ You allow yourself a moment of private enjoyment at the ludicrous formality off your words. This guy really does feel like a character out of an RPG. Not that Dave minds. He actually seems like a halfway decent dude. ]

DAVE: and nah dont worry about it  DAVE: no offense was taken whatsoever DAVE: i get the sense my faux bro is kind of a douche sometimes though so  DAVE: if he hath offended thyself  DAVE: i apologize for the strider name 

[ You lean easily against the railing behind you, fiddling with the item you just stole. ]

DAVE: so DAVE: youre not a thief but youre ok with me stealing from random civilians DAVE: im interested to know what your reasoning is behind that one

[ghostofshartan]

Fenris was... not sure if he was being mocked or not. Dave-- and his brother come to think of it-- certainly had a strange way of speaking. So when his speech took on an archaic lilt-- like something Varric might use when exaggerating-- he raised one eyebrow.

"No," he said, gaining a bit of a sarcastic lilt. "He hath not offended. I am sure your house will go on to live in fame for its impeccable manners."

He considered the boy's question for a moment-- he was no thief, and he had overlooked Dave's theft without so much as a thought. Aveline surely would have reprimanded him for it-- but then, she was not here, was she?

He shrugged. "I lived on the run for a time, after I escaped my master," he said. "Sometimes the only way to get coin is to steal it. Besides, I don't prefer to involve myself in the affairs of others. If she could not keep adequate watch over her coin purse, she deserved to lose it."

[ghostofshartan]

[Open] take a look, it's in a book!

[whalemom-blog]

Makoto’s eyes widened when the word “slave” came up, of course. His world had it’s issues, but of course in comparison to a world of slavery and commonplace illiteracy he had no idea how to respond at first. The teenage boy managed to simply stare wide-eyed until he found his words again.

"I see, well… I’m very sorry to hear- about your previous circumstances," he said, tone softer than before. But Makoto’s tone was always soft, and his voice did not waver. His chest gave a harsh aching pang thinking about what this man might have had to endure in his life, it was probably so hard for him. He naturally just assumed people here had the same background as he did, that damn privilege he didn’t even know he really had. After all, he was young and hadn’t been out of his own small town before.

There was no reason for him to put himself down internally about it. That wouldn’t help matters, he decided. What would help was simply that, doing something to make the situation better.

"If you need any help with your practicing, please feel free to ask. I don’t have a lot of skills, but I’d like to help you if that’s something you’d like."

[ghostofshartan]

He had seen this reaction before. The pity. The sadness. At an injustice they had not even known to exist. Their pity had never done anything for him-- never helped him-- and so he could really care less about it.

"Don't be sorry," he snapped. "It is done. I am a slave no longer-- I saw to that when I crushed my master's beating heart. So do not pity me."

He jerked his gaze away from Makoto's contemplative look. A boy as soft as he was-- he would never understand what it was like to live ever day under a master's whims.

He looked back, surprised at the offer. It was... well intentioned, he supposed. Kind, in its own way. Still... he did not want help here, in this place. He shook his head.

"I thank you, but no," he said. "I can practice well enough on my own."

[shxriffwoody-deactivated2014071]

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[ghostofshartan]

[ghostofshartan]

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[ghostofshartan]

[Open] take a look, it's in a book!

[whalemom-blog]

Makoto simply watched Fenris for a little while. He wasn’t entirely sure what the other man was thinking, why he looked so uncomfortable or strained. It wasn’t Makoto’s desire to make him feel that way, but of course he had no idea why it was the case in the first place. He hadn’t said anything too unusual, hadn’t pointed out the fact that the elven man had been rather rude to him their first meeting, and was still being rather standoffish despite Makoto’s attempts at being friendly.

Maybe this was just how the other man was, with a rather off-putting demeanor. Maybe he had been hurt before, and didn’t let others in as a sort of self-defense mechanism. The brown haired boy could certainly identify with that, although he himself did not take such extreme measures. Quite the opposite really.

"Ah… is that quite common where you come from then?" He asked, certainly not understanding why such a custom would come into play. After all, if you wanted a book you generally wanted to learn something specific. If you asked for anything… that was quite strange. "Well I hope they pick out something good for you then," was the only thing he could think to say really in regards to it. How awkward.

[ghostofshartan]

He almost scoffed at that. A custom? How far would this boy go, to not see the obvious? Well, perhaps it was simply that he came from another world, one far softer than Fenris's own.

"It is not a custom, to practice reading," he informed Makoto. "Slaves--" and with this, he gestured to himself, leaving little doubt as to what he was talking about-- "are not permitted to read. I learned only three years ago. The person who taught me... bid me practice."

He had never lacked for diligence in his practice with his letters, but Hawke had usually helped him to pick out books. Whether it was a direct recommendation, or him picking books at random from Hawke's library, or Varric's...

[nutastic]

[maestrodiassassini]

Prologo: La Spaccatura

[maestrodiassassini]

"Dark magic?" Ezio nearly laughed at that before he remembered that "dark magic" may very well be the explanation for all his misfortune. The…artifacts that had propelled Savonarola and Borgia to power was beyond his understanding…maybe he was dealing with things out of fairy tales and myths. 

Wouldn’t have been the strangest thing to happen to him. The man appeared to be speaking some bastardized form of Latin and he was likely nowhere near Rome.

"So the Spaniard had nothing to do with this," Ezio said, running a hand through his beard thoughtfully. "One less thing to stab Rodrigo Borgia over and one more reason to find these…mages and politely request a return pass…I’m afraid I don’t have time to play their games. Too many people are relying on me to get home."

"But first," Ezio said, scratching the back of his neck. "I appear to have been…disarmed on my way here. You wouldn’t happen to know of a quality fabbro…a blacksmith where I could resupply?”

[ghostofshartan]

"This Rodrigo Borgia-- he is your enemy?" Fenris asked. He was not sure what a Spaniard was, although he supposed it was another feature of the land that this stranger hailed from, like his strange almost-Arcanum.

Still, he understood the urgency to get back. He had left enough people behind-- had left Hawke behind, and right when everything had gone to hell back home. If something had happened in his absence...

That did not bear thinking about-- not right now. He would get back home, back to the rest of his friends. There was no use dwelling on what would happen in the meantime.

"I have heard good things about a blacksmith in Asrin, named Markul," he said. "I have not visited him myself, so I cannot say more. There are carriages that will convey you there safely." 

He inclined his head to the man. He had only ever made this offer to one person before, but it... seemed appropriate. "My name is Fenris," he said. "If you are ever in need of assistance, I keep a room in Estaria's boardinghouse."

[cardinalhummingbird]

Beating Them Back!() Fenris

[cardinalhummingbird]

Red’s azure eyes flicked across the edge of the path anxiously. How many were there? Three, she counted. She took a few cautious steps back, gripping blade and dropping her shoulder to initiate an attack but before she had a chance to something flew past her, crimson hair blowing about her face reactively.

What was…?

The woman looked up to see a white haired male slice a greatsword into the nearest dire wolf. [Fenris uses Charge and does 8 damage. WolfA at 4 HP] Acting purely on instinct, Red held out her own sword, which began to vibrantly glow. The wolf which had just been attacked lifted off the ground and magnetised to the user, impaling onto her sword. [Red uses Get() and does 7 damage. WolfA overkill].

The two remaining wolves backed up slightly as Red heaved her greatsword near effortlessly to the side, terminated mound of beast sliding off and rolling once, legs limp and lifeless mouth open. The wolves split, one pouncing at Fenris and the other at Red. [WolfB uses Bite for 5 damage. Fenris barely negates with 5 armour] [WolfC uses Bite for 5 damage. Red negates with 8 armour]

As the wolf jumped on her, Red held out the flat of her greatsword, parrying the bite. The beast clung onto the sword stubbornly and the woman let out a strangled grunt, trying to kick the wolf off with her foot.

[ghostofshartan]

The red-haired woman somehow pulled the wolf he had injured to her sword. Magic, then, or something else? Whatever it was, he had little enough time to think about it. The wolves, seeing their fellow cut down, attacked the two of them.

He wrenched out of the way of the nearest wolf. It scrabbled at his arm, scratching him, catching on his armor. No real danger, but the lyrium in his veins flared to life instinctively in response to the threat.

[Fenris uses Lyrium Specter. +2 to Dexterity. +1 to Armor.]

For a moment his skin burned white hot with the power that had been grafted into his skin. Less powerful than he remembered, less powerful than it had been in Kirkwall-- but still enough to protect him from the advances of these beasts.

The glow lit up the dusk-- and then he faded like a wraith into mist, disappearing into the evening shadows, leaving only a faint glow.

He swung at the wolf, his greatsword whistling through the air, but the wolf jumped back, ready for the attack. [Fenris attacks for 6 damage. WolfB barely negates with 6 armor.] It hunched low to the ground, growling and showing its hackles.

The wolf leaped at where he should be-- where he was only a moment ago. Fenris sidestepped, letting the wolf's own momentum carry it into the ground. He spun, attacking while the wolf was distracted, catching it across the side.

[Wolf uses Bite for 5 damage. Fenris negates with 6 armor and counterattacks for 2 damage.]

[rhymekind-blog]

Go Elf Yourself || { Closed }

[rhymekind-blog]

[ You frown slightly. Related…? You can’t imagine who he means. You don’t have family, unless you count Roxy, and you’re really not sure how he could possibly have known she’s you’re — ]

DAVE: oh 

[ You snort humorlessly. Of course. How could you be so stupid? ]

DAVE: so youve met my faux bro huh DAVE: have a nice little conversation with him did you DAVE: good DAVE: cool DAVE: good to know he does socialize with people after all 

[ You keep your face impassive and try very hard not to sound too bitter about the fact that your faux bro seems entirely more interested in socializing with strangers than you. It’s not like he knows you, anyway; what were you expecting? ]

DAVE: well im dave strider DAVE: doubt youre familiar with the name  DAVE: judging by the fact that i havent seen another elf since i got here DAVE: im gonna assume youre not a local 

[ You decide a little friendly conversation can’t possibly hurt. After all, he clearly noticed you stealing, yet he’s being pretty cool about it. He can’t be a terrible guy, even if he is pseudo-friends with not-Bro. ]

[ghostofshartan]

It seemed he had struck a nerve, bringing up the other teenager. Whatever it was, there was clearly some history there. He understood enough about complicated sibling relationships. Varric and Bartrand, Gamlen and Leandra. Even Hawke had not been free of such complications. And of course--

Varania.

He pushed the thought of her away. Wherever she was, whatever she was doing-- it was best not to dwell on her, on what she had done.

"We killed some giant rats together," he said. "That was the extent of our acquaintance-- I am afraid I did not know him long. If I have given offense, I apologize. I did not intend it."

Whatever had happened between the two-- well, he was curious, but he would not press the issue. Whatever had happened between them, one of them had probably not tried to rip the heart out of the other one's chest.

"My name is Fenris," he introduced himself. "And no-- I am from a land called Thedas, and was pulled here. Where is it that you are from?"

[ghostofshartan]

[closed/arya stark] let's go kill some bandits!

[underfootecl-deactivated2015010]

ɪғ ɪɴᴠɪᴛɪɴɢ some stranger child on a job to repel the unscrupulous was his idea of charity, it must be said that he’s got a curious interpretation of the word.

And needless to say, ‘charitable’ isn’t the first word that occurs to her with regarding to describing the fellow when he poses his offer ─ no, ‘mocking’ was more apt, if not - assuming he’s actually speaking sincerely here - somewhat ‘cruel’. Hence, then, the girl shortly turning to stare him in the eye, a pointedly part-quizzical, part-sceptical look marking her features. Anyone with any smarts to them would advise her against antagonising the folk of his apparent occupation, but the girl (whether in ignorance or in stubborn fearlessness) thinks nothing of staring up at this stranger with as queer a look in her eye as his proposal.

She has to scoff a bit in understandable disbelief, too, before she is to submit a response.

Her tone is different to that which she had previously used, of course: she addresses him directly and specifically now, and unsure of his intentions as she is, there’s something - though only something - of a guarded edge to her words. "Are you being serious, or trying to be funny? You’re asking a child to join you in weeding them out.” Despite the edge to her voice, however, there is no intended antagonism to her reply ─ not really, if only because of what puzzlement is born from his off-handed offer. Had she been puffing her chest out and parading her courage like some foolish bravado, she’d have felt more inclined to receive his words as mere mockery.

But the thing is, it just as well seems for the selfsame reason that he can’t be serious, either, for he is not to know her as a practised dancer, nor as a wolf. If she has any blade on her now, it’s her knife, not any Needle-replacement. How he could possibly think to ask her is truly beyond Arya.

She blinks, idles for a couple of seconds before more words cross her thoughts. “They might not be good bandits, but they could pro’ly still get rid of a scrap easy.” It’s not untrue she has experience with weeding, although hers is a more personal, purposed sort.

[ghostofshartan]

Fenris wasn't particularly invested in bringing her along. So when she balked at the prospect, he shrugged. It was certainly indicative of a good survival instinct, at the very least.

"I meant no mockery," he said, because he hadn't. It took a moment to untangle the reasoning behind his own offer-- it had been made off the cuff and without much forethought. "I assumed you were skulking about the jobs board for a reason."

Maybe he had misjudged her. She did not look like she had more weight than a twig, barely able to hold a knife. She certainly indicated as much, with her comments about the bandits.

"But you have-- something curious about you," he said. "And I could always use an extra pair of hands. Of course, if you have no wish to accompany me, I will rescind my offer."

[ghostofshartan]

[closed/takane enemoto] shopping!

[thecutehacker]

Unprepared for the man’s sudden outburst, Takane flinched. She wondered if it was something that she had said to make the man react in such a manner, but the only thing Takane thought might have upset the man was the mention of the Mage Guild. 

Nothing in this world made sense to her - monsters, rifts, guilds, this man - it all seemed too much to handle. People were nice enough, as they welcomed her and gave her a place to stay without a second thought. Shaking her head slightly, Takane realized that the man was speaking again. 

"I think I will go there," taking a few steps back, Takane bowed again, "Thank you for your time." Even if it wasn’t custom here, there were certain habits Takane felt like keeping, it helped her remember home. With an uneasy smile, she left the man to continue his shopping.

For the first time since she arrived to this city, Takane had a destination, the Mage Guild. 

[ghostofshartan]

"Good," he said, the flash of unreasoning terror at the idea of an untrained mage subsiding slightly. "Good." She would get her training-- and then perhaps she would become an abomination or she would turn to dark magic for more power or she would create something of power and hubris, such as those rifts.

Or she would do none of such things.

Either way, he had no interest in the entire venture. He merely inclined his head towards the girl. "I wish you-- good journeys, then."

That was all he could manage. He walked away, into the marketplace-- trying to catch his breath at the reminder of how casually magic was treated here. It took far longer than he would have liked.

[cardinalhummingbird]

Beating Them Back!() Fenris

It seemed almost comical how fate insisted on making her day inconvenient. One league out from Estaria’s gates, the carriage’s wooden shaft had fractured and the driver insisted it would be hours until he would be able to repair it. Three miles wasn’t a long way to walk. She often walked that much or more in a day running errands around Asrin but she was so tired from the full day of travel already that having to take the last leg of the trip on foot was…

This is a huge bother.

"Irksome," Red sighed to herself, attempting to appreciate the scenery. Lethargy won out every time. Finally she passed sign with Estaria etched into the wood arrow pointing north-east, below was ‘12 furlongs’. Failing to remember conversation, the crimson-haired woman instead let out a hopeless sigh and continued, despite her legs begging for a break on the uneven pathway.

Red and purple began to paint the sky and Red noted the need to hurry, not wishing to be caught in the woods alone past twilight. It was only an ugly snarl from off the path that caused the warrior to stop in her tracks, greatswoard unsheathed and adrenaline skyrocketing. It was foolish for her to travel alone.

A large rabid wolf with red eyes and flesh hanging off its body prowled from the shade of the trees. Normally animals kept away from the path but this one looked desperate. Dire. Heavy breathing accompanied the drumming heartbeat in her ears. Red tightened her grip over the hilt of her sword in a staring competition with the wolf, neither seeming game enough to make the first move.

[ghostofshartan]

He had only to travel an hour or so outside of Estaria's edge before he came to deep forest. Traveling anywhere in the darkened paths was dangerous, but Fenris was not expecting much trouble. The journey to the small outlying village had offered no trouble, and the journey back had been smooth so far.

Still, it was getting dark. He had passed a broken down carriage on the road a while back, but had seen no other signs of human habitation. Likely, he would see nothing until he arrived in Estaria proper.

He was just contemplating whether or not to find some place to sleep for the night, or to push on to his boardinghouse room, when he heard the sound of heavy breathing. He stopped short, hand on his sword's hilt, looking about.

There. Wolves-- larger than normal, with a feral look in their eyes. And there among them, a woman with flame red hair that drew the eye against all this greenery. She had a sword drawn, and the wolves seemed wary of it, but it was clear that in a moment they would attack.

Well.

Six years of jumping into every conflict in and around Kirkwall left him no room for hesitation. He charged forward, covering the distance between them, chopping at the nearest wolf with his sword.