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‘’Maker’s breath we really look alike’’
“That’s..... Weird. Um. Who are you exactly?” He’d come to Rivain looking for the refugee camp he’d heard so much about. Being greeted by a man who looked fairly similar to him wasn’t what Quinn expected at all.
Or if? Those words echoed in his mind but his face stayed blank. “Then what is there to do here till, or if, he returns? You do not sound confident so why should I be?” Fenris was furious, but more than that, he was hurt. So for now he would let Hawke run off and try to wait patently for the other. “Who are you here?” What gave this man the ability to say he could stay?
That so much anger could radiate from such a small elf was amazing. Quinn held his ground, but swallowed nervously. Broody was definitely a good name to describe this Fenris. “My name is Quinn. I’m um the Inquisitor,” he shuffled his feet, “And ah... We could always use extra hands here, whether rebuilding Skyhold or out in the field. It’s up to you.”
“Well, I’m happy to be of service.” Taking another drink, she considered the Inquisitor. He looked more a scholar than a leader, despite people’s attempts to dress him to the role. Hadn’t Varric said he was from a Circle? “I imagine this is all overwhelming to you,” she remarked, holding out the bottle in offering. “One day you’re just a man trying to get by and then everyone’s looking up to you to fix things.”
She sounded like she was speaking from experience. From what Varric had told him, Hawke was thrown into chaos just as suddenly as he was. Quinn sat heavily next to her and took the offered bottle. After a quick swig, he handed it back to her and sighed. “That’s putting it mildly. Everyone believes I can fix everything because they believe I’ve been chosen by Andraste,” he shook his head. He wasn't chosen by anyone for this. Andraste certainly wouldn’t choose a mage to be her herald. That was something Quinn and the Chantry could agree on. Yet, people still believed it, and he had to live up to that expectation.
“Nothing you need concern yourself with, Your Worship.” He knew of his men’s needs, and grumbling a little at the mountain chill was not worth the Herald’s attentions. “Rather, is there anything we can do? It does not need to be grand, sweeping streets or helping with chores. I confess some of my fellows are somewhat anxious so close to the Breach. Thus why I’ve been keeping them occupied with sparring,” he nods toward the clashing of metal. “But they’ll soon be sore of that.”
Quinn knows strong, able-bodied men were needed everywhere. He sorts through the endless list in his head, trying to think of a task the Templars could preform. They were soldiers and knew how to fight, which also meant they knew their way around a battle. “Commander Cullen got supplies in for trebuchets a few days ago. As it is, we do not have enough men to help build them. I know he and Haven would appreciate the help. He should be able to direct you and your men if you ask.” There’s no telling if or when anyone would attack them here. Their walls weren’t stone and they didn’t have anything but soldiers to hold enemies back. The trebuchets would put a lot of minds at ease. And it would give the restless Templars something to do in the meantime.
Olek glanced up to follow the man’s gaze. “Doubt the sun’s gonna do much against all this snow.” Not unless it stayed put for a good long while, and he doubted that was going to happen. “It’d be nice though, my footin’s bad enough as is. Don’t need the ground sliding under me.” He gave a sheepish smile. He didn’t know if falling was a habit for the fellow, but if it was, Olek felt it only right to let him know he wasn’t alone there.
The sun technically was supposed to melt snow, but there was a lot of snow on the ground right now. Come Spring, it would hopefully be gone. The snow was fun for the first few days, but now, Quinn was tired of falling on his ass every day. He tried not to glance at the Herald’s leg. He’d seen the dwarf limping before. An old injury perhaps? Something that obviously went beyond conventional healing. Quinn returned the smile and shifted his feet a little. “Yes, I’d like that as well. Um...” he trailed off, not quite sure where to take this conversation, “I’m afraid I haven’t properly thanked you for what you did in the Hinterlands so... Thank you. The Templars would have killed me had you not intervened.”
“That could be tricky.” But she did love a magical challenge. As she contemplated the hall, El clasped her hands together and breathed into her palms. Her breath turned chilly, frost gathering in her palms. After a beat she spread her hands and blew the crystals away, a pulse of magic travelling outward. The chatter of the hall shifted as everyone shivered against the sudden chill, looking around in confusion. Drinks were frozen in their containers, some caught mid-pour. El laughed. “There we go, ser!”
A pulse of frost. Very interesting! Quinn watched the wave of magic spread through the room and couldn’t help but smirk at the sight. The nobles tried in vain to drink their wine, and servants were left befuddled by a frozen stream of champagne. People began looking about for the source, but it was in vain. As far as anyone knew, Quinn was the only mage present, and he would never do something like that. Most of the attendees forgot that the Champion of Kirkwall was in attendance.
“Well done,” the mage chuckled, “That will give them something to talk about for a while now. Have you always had such an affinity for Ice-based magic?”
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❛ you’ll have to be more specific. a lot of things are my fault. ❜
Purple Hawke Starters: Accepting
“Is, ‘I know you made the floor in the main hall ice’ specific enough?” Quinn clarified. Despite his original intentions, he had to fight hard not to smirk with mirth. Seeing the dignitaries slipping and sliding around had been the best part of the day.
DRAGON AGE 2 SENTENCE MEME ↳ purple hawke edition
❛ you’ll have to be more specific. a lot of things are my fault. ❜ ❛ don’t worry. killing people and helping people are what i’m best at. ❜ ❛ with what i’ve bumped into in _________, nothing surprises me anymore. ❜ ❛ let’s be more specific. i don’t do anything involving children or animals. ❜ ❛ so i shouldn’t slit my wrists and dance naked under the moonlight just to fit in? ❜ ❛ i’ll have to remember to use that. ‘ a demon made me do it. ‘ ❜ ❛ you mean this is real? no wonder i can’t wake up. ❜ ❛ you should pay someone else. like me. i like being paid. ❜ ❛ is this the part where you tell me you’re an abomination? ❜ ❛ look at these guards. i doubt either of them has to worry about having pretty children. ❜ ❛ leave it to me. by the time i’m done they will swear that the sky is green. ❜ ❛ just point me in the right direction, and i’ll get you some peace and quiet. ❜ ❛ so… care to explain your particular brand of crazy? ❜ ❛ this person is like an underpaid brothel wench. (s)he enjoys leading us on. ❜ ❛ still trying to ferret out everyone’s business, i see. ❜ ❛ don’t worry. (s)he probably means to carry you off into the moonlight on the back of a horse. ❜ ❛ i thought the point of hiding was not to be found. ❜ ❛ that does ring a bell. hard to remember… i’ve killed so many things. ❜ ❛ i’m sure something is wrong somewhere, but right now it can wait. ❜ ❛ you think he put the cobwebs up to discourage tax collectors? ❜ ❛ we could bring him back as the undead and then kill him again. ❜ ❛ we’ll bring him back in one piece. or maybe two. hard to say, really. ❜ ❛ betrayal sounds bad. next time, i’ll go with flowers. ❜ ❛ that’s why i remain unimportant. less pressure. ❜ ❛ your boys don’t sound bright enough to follow a map. i’m sure they didn’t get too far. ❜ ❛ i assume you mean he’s ‘ crazy ‘, not just ‘ very upset ‘. ❜ ❛ funny… in my house we always felt running away from violent mad(wo)men was a good thing. ❜ ❛ so the wild-eyed hysteria is just for show, then? ❜ ❛ if they hadn’t seen the place, i’d expect the first complaint to be about the corpses in the hall. ❜ ❛ (s)he does like to add one and one and get eleven, doesn’t (s)he? ❜ ❛ usually people don’t say things like that unless they’re about to stab someone in the back. ❜ ❛ i can only imagine there’s a huge market for the homes of deranged killers. ❜ ❛ why don’t you start small, and leave the chains for when you’re more experienced? ❜ ❛ no need to go overboard with the thanks or anything. ❜ ❛ i never meet anyone normal… ❜ ❛ no, i just came here because i have nothing better to do. ❜ ❛ are you about to die? am i? why so serious all of a sudden? ❜ ❛ then i’ll only ask very smart questions. ❜ ❛ we’re not looking for virgins’ blood or the tongue of a hanged man or anything, are we? ❜ ❛ i’m surprised you know what a note is, let alone know how to read one. ❜ ❛ you could send him gold and he’d complain it was heavy. ❜ ❛ i bet their first task will be cleaning up the entrails the last shift left behind. ❜ ❛ so the best way to make daddy love you is to steal his money? ❜ ❛ i don’t think ‘ sense ‘ is really my strong suit. ❜
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Gonna be over here today. I've been neglecting my cinnamon roll. Got some stuff queued up. I've got some homework to do first, then I'll get to replies n stuff.
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I cant with this face he’s grumpy cat
His room was bare, but homely enough. It was at least in part of the keep that didn’t have a giant hole in the wall and it had a small alcove for a bath. He had thought he might be placed within the makeshift barracks but Atreus was pleasantly surprised to find he had been given his own room.
He glanced towards the door as it creaked from the knock, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips.
“Aye, the room is perfect, thank you ser.” A pause as Atreus glanced towards the bed, smile faulting briefly.
“A few extra blankets wouldn’t go amiss if they are spare, I feel the cold pretty easily these days.”
Ah yes, blankets. Thankfully those were in abundance thanks to a few generous merchants who sold some to the Inquisition for a cheap rate. There were still plenty to go around. Hopefully they could get some more tapestries to block out some of the chill that inevitably came with stone walls. Quinn would have to see about ordering some. Just another thing to add to the list.
“Of course, Ser Melchor. I’ll have those brought up to you in a moment. Perhaps another rug for the floor as well?”
She couldn’t remember when she really slept the last time, mostly she just lay in her bed, eyes closed and even then the nightmares repeated time and again. It was easier to stay awake until her body forced her to sleep at least for a few hours – that didn’t prevent her nightmares though. But Meredith didn’t want to tell him the whole truth. “I am used to stay awake mostly. In Kirkwall there was no time to rest otherwise reports accumulated on my desk, another mage tried to escape… or even worse.” She lifted the plate, offering him a pastry. “Are you also used to stay awake during the night?”
From what he’d heard about Kirkwall, Quinn wasn’t at all surprised that mages tried to excape on more than one occasion. Meredith kept a tight hold in the Gallows. Whether it was needed or not, he was not at liberty to say. Quinn had never been to Kirkwall. While the stories that came from the place sounded bad, it wasn’t entirely fair to base one’s opinion completely off those tales. Yes, Meredith seemed like a firm woman, but she hadn’t harmed the Inquisition or the mages within its care.
Quinn took the pastry and placed it within his napkin, deciding to save it for later. “I’m afraid so, yes. I’ve never really been able to sleep. I just can’t seem to shut my mind off long enough,” he explained. Not the whole truth, but all she really needed to know.
“Don’t be so cross about it. I’m just busting your balls,” He snorted, hand falling upon his upper bicep before pulling away, leading him away from the icy pathway. He knelt down, ungloving his hand and pressed his fingers against the frozen sidewalk. The ice steamed and melted at his touch, and soon the black ice became slush. The slush turned to water, then evaporated before their eyes. The magister stood, shrugging as he met Quinn’s eyes “Ah…so no one else slips. What questions did you have?”
The magister’s control over fire never ceased to amaze Quinn. He watched the ice melt and evaporate with no small measure of wonder in his eyes. Such a simple solution, yet such a complicated element. Fire and Lightening were very similar, but still different. Cousins in a sense. The mage came back to himself as Valeriu addressed him again. “Oh um... I just wanted to ask about the progress of your students. Many of them say you have taught them quite a lot; more than they would have learned on their own or in the Circles.”
“That, ser, depends.” She turned her gaze to the congregation, a calculating spark in her eyes. Coating the floor in ice is always a fun time - at least for those not on the ice - but I do have some other tricks. Or, considering the sheer excess of Orlesians here, all it would take is a whistle to properly scandalize them.”
“Considering someone’s bound to ask me to dance, let’s not freeze the dance floor.” He couldn’t dance that well anyway. Putting him on ice would be a disaster for everyone. Blue eyes sparked when he saw the new batch of champagne being passed around. “Freeze the champagne? That should cause a stir.”
Olek pulled his jacket tighter around him, wincing visibly with each step. Why couldn’t they have held the Conclave somewhere warmer? On the border of Nevarra and Orlais maybe, or Antiva. Antiva was always warm, piles of sand instead of snow. Though neither gave a good footing, as a man demonstrated right in front of him. Olek took a startled step back, staring at the man at his feet for a moment. Then he bent, ignoring the protest in his knee, and held out his hand. “You alright, messere?”
Quinn took the hand gratefully, slowly rising to his feet and steadying himself. “Ah... Yes, I am fine, Your Worship. Thank you.” He didn’t want to admit that it happened all the time. The Herald would learn of his clumsiness soon enough. He stood in front of the dwarf a little awkwardly, not sure what else to say. It wasn’t exactly polite to just walk away from the Herald of Andraste. Blue eyes lift to the grey clouds overhead. “Hopefully the sun will come out soon...”
