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[steadyredi]

Only If (part 3)

Miles away in the Hinterlands an Elven kin walks with his party “Are you sure about this pinkie?” A dwarf with a cross bow strapped to his back says to a slender elf with a long braided purple ash hair. Said elf looks back towards him “Already make up nicknames for me already Varric? We just met” Varric smirks “Hey I just met Tiny and hour ago.” He looks back a Varric with a questioning glance “who?” A massive Qunari with a giant hammer across his shoulders “I think he’s talking about me boss.” Another elf walking next to him interrupts looking at the other elf “We are almost there Levellan” the lavender haired elf shakes his head “Thank you Solas, and I keep telling you to call me Vinannon. If we ever meet my clan on this journey it will be majorly confusing.” Giving a smirk and turning around walking backwards looking at the rest of the group. Slightly he says giving the Iron bull a slow look up and down. “Oh I am sure you are tiny...” The Qunari laughs “well I was smaller than the rest of my group under the Tamasraans” Varric laughs at the Bull blatant verbal sidestep and says “If I wasn’t so attached to that name I would have to change it with the picture you put in my head elf.” Vinnanon smiles brighter turning around  “I think its a pretty mental picture.” Laughing racing ahead his smile dies on his lips as he sees the fighting on the Southern road. He races forward going on top of a small hill above the fighting knocking one arrow holding three more in his drawing hand. Letting his arrows fly at the fight group of Templar and mages. He spots from the corner of his Iron Bull racing giant hammer in tow yelling to bring the attention to himself and off of the rest of the party members. Varric lets loose a rainfall of arrows from Bianca covering the fighting group. Shouts of pain could be heard. Ironbull laughs as another warrior tries to attack him as a magical barrier coats his body from Vivienne on the hillside opposite from Vinannon. The elf knocks three arrows aim for the three working on surrounding Vivienne and Varric. Letting them fly all arrows faithfully reach their target embed into the scull, shoulder, and neck of the three assailants respectively. He races down the hill swinging his bow around his shoulders after his shots where made. Running towards bull who automatically knew what he wanted lowering one of his large hands the Vinnanon steps onto it and bends his knees as Bull tosses him up towards the tallest tree near by. As he flew upward he grabbed a a sturdy branch swinging himself upward landing in a crouch on the swaying branch he slowly moves towards the trunk letting the trees leaves mask him. Taking more arrows out of his quiver he aims at the last of the group. Slowly but surely picking them off; one mage sending an Ice blast towards Varric, and running Templar call for others as he raced away. Everyone seems to take a breath and sheath their weapons. Regrouping under his tree they all look around Vivienne  is the first to ask “Where did that damnable elf go now?” Smiling he whistles bull looks up and grins clapping his has he gestures for Vinannon to jump. He stands up on the branch and swan dies off closing his eyes.He feels himself land and when he opens his eyes and grins at Iron bull who smiles “Good landing boss.” Vinannon looks over to his right when he hears an exasperated sigh “Now, now Vivienne  dear you know you love me.” Getting off of Iron Bull he faces Vivienne  who had had a hand on her hip and her staff twirling in the other. Backing up with his hands in the air “Now Vivy don’t curse me I’m sorry for worrying you.” Vivienne  lifted a finely sculpted eyebrow and with barely noticeable huff puts her staff away “Do be a dear and try not keep hiding after the battle is over.” Standing up and smiling he says “Yes madam Vivienne .” Looking at the rest of the party he says with a sigh “Alright lets go we are almost to Redcliffe.” [[TBC]]

[steadyredi]

Only If [Part 2]

Pushing open the large doors of the chantry he looked at the calm exterior and sees Felix in the middle of the chant of light. The rest of Thedas may think the people of Tevinter soulless blood mages but he was sure that their view would change if they met Felix. He silently walks forward adjusting his pack till he stood next to him “Summoning the souls of the dead already Felix? For shame, not waiting for me.” He chuckles slightly as he sees Felix do a little jump to his sudden arrival and without skipping a beat the man retorts “Unfortunately no; I lack the supplies for that; and me in my weakened state can’t provide the blood for it. I was thinking dragon but you came empty handed so I can’t do that either” Dorian smirks slightly and looks up to the glass likeness of Andraste and responds lowly “and the one day I don’t bring the virgin sacrifices.” The both turn to each other with a false serious serious looks then soon devolve into laughter. They soon stop when hearing the clucking tongue of a chantry sister who just came into the hall. Felix was the first to sober up looking to Dorian. “Thank you for coming Dorian. You really didn’t...” Dorian interrupts with a pained smile taking a more sad tone “Don’t finish that sentence Felix. You know as well as I that he must be stopped. Also I have reasons of my own for being here. So don’t antagonize over dragging me into danger...” He smiles brighter at Felix squeezing his shoulder and adds “I’m a big boy I can take care of my self. Despite what my mother believes.” Felix returns a small smile “Sometimes I doubt that when you forget to eat when ever you find something particularly interesting to study.” Dorian lifts an eyebrow and states with a huff “who needs to eat when your on the verge of a magical breakthrough?” Felix laughs slightly behind his hand “Yes you are on the cusp of a discovery each and every night though.” He looks affronted and places a hand on his chest “I am a genius Felix..” With a wide smile the laughing man states “Yes, yes I know Dorian I never stated any different.” Dorian looks at him doubtfully and grabs his arm pulling lightly “come Felix lets get this sorted business over with. I’d rather groom a troll than deal with this.” Felix follows willingly and and says knowingly “You would enjoy bestowing your grand fashion sense upon the world no matter the creature.” Said moustachioed man looks back. “You have any doubt that anyone in Thadas couldn’t use my skills and good looks? I think not young sir.” Felix shakes his head and takes the lead the duo head towards the room he secretly has at the The Gull and Lantern Tavern to talk about what they should do about his father. 

[[TBC]]

[steadyredi]

Only If

Dorian looks up from his book, the sway of the boat making the page swim slightly. He wanted to put it down but with out it he feared he would do something about the constant whispers and staring. He couldn't cause a ruckus; had to cross the border and get to Redcliffe. Unfortunately this was the only means of transportation this close that wouldn't alert his presence to his former master Alexius. Felix could only serve as a distraction for so long; besides he didn't feel like stressing him anymore than this debacle already has. He sighs and leans his head into the middle of the book. If only he could convince himself that coming to Ferelden was merely about the chaos that Alexius and his band of brainwashed idiots could cause. If only he didn't feel like a child running away from home all due to not wanting to eat his vegetables. He looked over his shoulder through the port hole at the horizon where he saw the Castle Redcliffe and the bustling city. He lets out a grateful sound as he gets up from his spot towards the back of the galley. He walks up the the steps and goes the the bow of the small ship. He would smile at the mere sight of land being tired of boats; but he didn't. This land showed its scars, healing scars that he knew were in the process of being ripped open. He hears the yell of the sailors as the small ship pulls into port. The rocking increases as they race up the sides pulling ropes and tossing cargo across the boat so it could be carried ashore. The the continuing cacophony increases in volume; drowning out the whispers making it easier to bring out his usual superior mage from Tevinter mask. Dorian puts his book in his pack and holds onto the side of the ship as it comes to a halt. He waits for the other passengers leave before makes his way to the chantry of Redcliffe.  [[TBC]]