Ilen: I'm glad you've recovered. Once we find Tamlen, we can concentrate on the journey northward.
Male Hunter: Thank you for the bow, Master Ilen. It is light and sturdy... much better than the one I made last year.
Ilen: You are more than welcome. My father made it and used it in battle against the Clayne tribes.
Male Hunter: I will carry it with honor.
Dialogue Tree:
May I see your crafts, Master Ilen? [1]
Could I ask you for a bow as well, Master Ilen? [2]
I would like to hear the story of your father's battle. [3]
Why would you relinquish such a relic? [4]
I should go. [5]
1 – May I see your crafts, Master Ilen?
Ilen: Of course. Take whatever you need.
[Exit conversation, opens shop window]
2 - Could I ask you for a bow as well, Master Ilen?
Ilen: One of my own crafting, perhaps?
Dialogue Options:
- Yes. Thank you.
>>> Ilen: It may not have a history, but you'll provide one for it soon enough, yes?
- No, maybe not.
>>> Ilen: Then I will keep my crafts for those who need them.
[Return to dialogue tree]
3 - I would like to hear the story of your father's battle.
Ilen: Then I am proud to tell it.
Ilen: Our clan was one of the first to flee the Dales. When we came to Ferelden, the fiercest of the shemlen were the barbarians known as the Clayne.
Ilen: We didn't wait for them to attack us. Every Dalish clan in Ferelden united to bring the battle to them.
Dialogue options:
- We attacked them first?
>>> Ilen: They were barbarians without honor. They would have slain us without a second thought.
- Ha! Serves the humans right! Let them fear us!
>>> [Continue conversation]
- There are more Dalish clans in Ferelden?
>>> Ilen: In Ferelden, in Orlais, wherever there are wild lands the humans cannot hold, we bring our aravels. You met some at the last Gathering.
Ilen: The ensuing battle went well for us. That day, we carved out our reputation of being the deadliest archers.
Ilen: Our arrows won us the right to wander these woods at will. It was this very bow that my father used that day.
Male Hunter: Thank you for the tale, Master Ilen... and especially the bow. I will honor its history.
[Return to Dialogue Tree]
4 - Why would you relinquish such a relic?
Ilen: We are all the same clan. His hand is as my hand. I have relinquished nothing.
Ilen: It was my father who first spoke of the Vir Tanadhal--the Three Ways of the Hunter.
Ilen: The first is the Vir Assan--the Way of the Arrow: to reach for our goal, unrelenting.
Ilen: The second is the Vir Bor'assan--the Way of the Bow: to bend, but not to break.
Ilen: The last is the Vir Adahlen--the Way of the Wood: we are as ancient as the forests, each tree a part of the greater land.
Ilen: All Dalish are united in this: One day we shall have a homeland again.
[Return to Dialogue Tree]
5 – I should go.
Ilen: May the Creators guide your path.
[End conversation]
Summary: you get kiddnapped by Roman Sionis’s men...what happens next? Warning: Roman drinking, swearing, possesiveness, a bit of glove, breath & knife play, Roman smut! More Roman POV.
After changing into a fresh dress, you gathered all the paperwork and files you needed for the people hosting the gala at the venue. You knew that a few thinga needed tweaking then you could head over to The Black Mask and spend some time with Roman.
Sitting in your kitchen, sipping some tea, you could finally breath. Your friends had been sending you many messages or calls demanding why you had not told them about Roman being your boyfriend. Stupid newspapers, you had to get used to that. Now, that you were his girl they were alot more interested in you.
As you sat there, you had a moment. These last few months had been a real whirlwind. So many things had happened.
Grasping onto your thoughts you couldn’t help but remember how he looked when he was over you or when he’d give you a gentle smile over breakfast or how a few nights ago he looked when he came home with blood splattered across his face. You knew who’s blood that belonged to. You probably should have runned then.
Did you really want to be with someone like this? You couldn’t stop yourself from being incredibly attracted to him. Just like you had been that stormy night. If anything, now even more so. Just thinking about him and your heart beat with a sweet thud.
Looking, at the time you realized you had to leave. Going downstairs you caught a ride to the convention center.
*****
Roman had sometime before that stupid bird was going to show up. As he slowly sipped from his martini, he watched as his club started coming alive. The staff began arriving and things were getting prepared for the evening. Things were looking up. Everyday he gained more allies. Best of all was you. You belong to him and everything seemed possible.
When he had first seen you with that purple hair you were quite a force. You had not realized how you easily could have brought him or anyone else to their knees. It was that delicate yet powerful prescence you had that intrigued him. You stood out among that group of those silly girls you had come in with.
*****
It all started when you were arrived at the convention center. You were greeted by a small group of protestors. They screamed about how this was housing the work of Roman Sionis’s whore. Thankfully, they were roped off and the police watched them. When you got inside it went from bad to worse. You discovered that everything was falling apart. The set up was all different. The lighting made everything look garish. The transitions between pieces, was all wrong.
Taking out your phone, you called Roman to let him know that you would there alot long then you had planned. You were saddened when your call went right to his voicemail. Pebguin, had most likely showed up early.
“Roman,” you sighed. “The place is a wreck. I will be over as soon as I can. Good luck with Penguin.” You said then got to work.
*****
Roman came back downstairs with for his meeting with Penguin with a fresh suit on. He changed intoa dark blue suit with black shirt. He slipped on a fresh pair of dark blue and black gloves. He even chose a pair of glasses to wear as well.
“Wooooo!” He called out. “Everyone having a good time!?!” People nodded and held up glasses.
The club was already busy as he walked down among the people dancing and drinking. Going over to the bar, he grabbed another martini. Now he would play the waiting game. That bird brain, better not make him wait.
*****
Things continued to get worse. One raiser for a sofa, collapsed. Thankfully when it did, the sofa had not been damaged and a person wasn’t damaged. Outside, the protestors were getting louder and louder. Pausing a moment, you tried texting Roman to tel him what was going on but he didn’t answer.
“Excuse me.” You said to the gentlemen who was helping you straighten things out. “Is there something wrong with our cell service or our wifi?”
The man nodded. “There sure is. It went down this morning. We’re trying to get it back up.”
Panic struck your heart, you could only imagine how Roman must be. You were never late. Stepping outside you tried again to try and messages and even make a call. Nothing worked. Gritting your teeth, you would just have to finish up and go straight to the club. At least things were almost all done.
*****
Roman, pushed aside his sleeve to look at his watch. You were supposed to be here over an hour ago. His third martini did little to make him feel better.
Where fuck were you, he mused. As his mind wandered, that asshole’s voice echoed in his mind, “did you fall for that whore?” What the fuck did he mean by that?
His mind continued wander as he listened to the boring ideas of Penguin. Why couldn’t the bird brain go to Joker’s Ha Ha Ha Hacienda and have his party there. He was so annoyed.
Looking, over at the dance floor he remembered once again how you looked handcuffed to that chair. The idea sprang in him, what if someone who hated him, had taken you. That was possible. Or was it? You were his, didn’t that give you a certain level of protection.
*****
You practically ran down to the street to hail a cab. Sliding into a taxi, “Black Mask Club, please and hurry.” You finally began to relax. You could not wait to tell Roman all that had happened. The idea of him comforting you, holding you to his solid frame made you fee better. You certainly did like how he took care of you.
As the taxi reached somewhere in Gotham, with the convention center enough behind you, your phone sprang to life. Several calls, text messages from your cousin being stuck at the airport, popped up. And there was a few from Roman, you knew what he sent before even looking. “Actually, can we actually go to the airport?”
“Are you sure?” The man asked, meeting your eyes in the rearview mirror.
“Yes, please!” You exclaimed. “I am sorry! Go to the airport.”
Easily, he maneuvered and headed to the airport. “Alright ma’am.”
You thought about things. “If you want to make a good payday, stay with me. We will stop at a hotel then off to the Black Mask Club.”
“I like the sound of that ma’am.”
*****
“You don’t have to go with me to the Black Mask Club.” You told your cousin, once he was sitting in the back of the taxi with you. You tried to urge your cousin to stay at his hotel but he was holding firm.
He was had always been more like a brother then a cousin. Which usually was great but bot right now. You desperately wanted to give Roman a heads up that he had arrived. You also wanted to let your cousin know who exactly you were dating. You wanted the both of them to adjust. Though that didn’t seem to be in the cards. You hoped it would go well.
“Don’t you want rest before coming out to a night club?”
“Y/N,” he gave you a look. “You act like you are nervous.”
“No, I’m just thinking of you.”
“I hear you have a boyfriend, we should meet.” He put his arm around you and squeezed you shoulder.
“It will be so much fun!” You tried to say excitedly.
*****
Roman got Zsasz’s attention and motioned for him to come over to the table. He knew he wasn’t too fond of the bird either. “Penguin, there is something, I need to take care of.” Penguin tapped his flipper on the table and it did not add to his mood.
“Victor, Y/N is not here.”
“Is she supposed to be?” He scratched the back of his head.
“Over a fucking hour ago!” Roman barked.“Go out and fucking bring her back.”
“Ok, where is she?”
“Gotham Convention Center, get the fuck over there and bring her back here.”
“Yes, sir.” He turned and started walking away.
Roman exhaled, he looked over Zsasz’s shoulder and he saw you walk in. “Victor, get back here. She just walked in. You, finish up with Penguin. Give him what he wants.”
“That’s so kind of you, Roman.”
Roman, pointed a finger right down the man’s beak like nose, making him squawk. “Don’t make me regret that.”
Penguin, nodded timidly.
He cut through the crowds of dancing people and grabbed your arm pulling you close to him. “Where the fuck have you been?” He hissed.
“Hey don’t you touch Y/N like that.”
Barely able to contain his anger, he swallowed. It didn’t help. “This is my fucking club, she is my girlfriend and I was concerned why she wasn’t here when she promised. I can fucking do what I want.” He took off the glasses and he looked at you and the man who rested a hand on your shoulder.“So who the hell are you? Y/N, do you know who is this guy?”
“Well, sir I am...” Your cousin started.
You looked up at Roman and then at your cousin. “Roman, this is my cousin, Michael.”
Roman felt like he had been splashed with cold water. He remembered you mentioning that you hoped that your cousin would come to the gala.
“Michael, this is my boyfriend Roman.”
Roman, breathed let go of Y/N’s arm then offered his hand. “Sorry about that, there has been some horrible violence in Gotham recently so I was very concerned.”
Your cousin shook the hand he offered. It was a solid handshake, Roman liked that. Roman, smiled.
“Understandable,” we can’t let anything to happen to you.” Her cousin replied, looking down at you.
“Exactly.” Roman nodded, he looked at you, he needed a moment with you. Roman wasn’t sure how to do it.
“Michael,” You said as if picking up on what he wanted. “Why don’t you grab a table. Order something relax, and I, we’ll be back.”
“Ok, Y/N. Should I order you a drink?”
“Yes. After the day I had, I need it.” You smiled.
Relief washed over him. Walking with you he guided you to one of the private rooms, that he rarely used. Well in the past he had usually used them to get a quick piece of ass before going back out to watch things or for the occasional meeting. They had laid vacant since you entered his life. “Let’s go over there.” He pointed, to where one of them was. He grazed fingers over the panel and the door openned.
“You have private rooms?”
He smirked at you. “I do.” He made a grand sweeping move. “After you.” The dress you wore, made him want to just pounce you.
The door with a whisper, closed. No sound came in or came out. It was silent. There was soft light, a plush soft carpet and a large overstuffed leather sofa. There was a desk with a screen, which at the moment was turned off.
“Roman,” You managed to say, with a sheepish look, which left the moment his hand wrapped around your throat. He loved how it felt, how your eyes widened.
He couldn’t help but smile, tilting his head to one side. “That’s my name baby.” He gave your throat a gentle squeeze then squeezed once again a little firmer then the last.
You moved a little on your feet, pleading with your eyes, he felt himself get hard.
“I like making you squirm.” Your throat feels really nice.” He thumbed your throat a little.
“Roman.” You managed you get out.
“I have a lot of allies.” His anger had bubbled to the surface, he had to let you see what not checking in did to him. “Though do you have any idea how many people hate me?”
You shook your head.
“Too many. I have been here waiting for you to arrive. I kept on wondering if one of those enemies took you.”
He let his thumb caress your throat once more. “Damn you are fucking beautiful.” He smiled as he felt you swallow. He squeezed again, damn the longer he looked at you with his gloved hand the harder he grew.
“Roman...Roman...” you gasped, pleading. He watched as you reached and felt around inside of your purse. You took out your phone and you held it out to him.
“What?” He looked at the screen then you. “Fuck, you tried to reach me.” He let go of you, he didn’t regret grabbing you. But he felt irked that twirp who threatened you and the other villains who were small potatoes got the best of him.
You nodded.
“Fucking phones.” Just then it buzzed, he saw your cousin’s name flash. He rolled his eyes and held it out to you. “It’s Michael, probably getting bored out there.”
“Oh?”
You looked down. You quickly, messaged back.
“So?” He was impatient.
“Exhaustion hit him. He apologized, he is heading back to his hotel.” You put your phone away. “We can have drinks together tomorrow.”
He smirked, as he watched you put your phone back. “Lay down on that carpet.” It wasn’t a suggestion, they had time now.
He loved watching how obedient you were. You did it with no hesitation. You looked far too good laying there. He knelt down beside you.
“My mind wandered quite a bit when you didn’t show up.” He let one of his hands drift up your leg, till it met the hem of the dress. Grabbing it, he pulled it back so your legs were bare, your panties were on sweet display.
You inhaled. “I thought about you too.” You breathed.
He could stop himself from making a sound. As he rubbed you there, he could tell you were absolutely slick.
Reaching into his suit jacket, he took out one of his knives. With a metallic click, the blade was exposed and ready to use. He grazed the edge of your thigh to where the panties, laid on your hip. Holding up the fabric, and with a practiced ease, he sliced and then pulling your panties were off.
You gasped. “Roman.”
“Yes baby.” He turned his head looking at you, knife in one hand, panties in the other. “They were in my way. He then stuffed the fabric that had been panties into his pocket and closed the knife with a click. In a quick move he straddled you. His hair fell into his face as he braced himself on the floor as he closed some the distance between and looked into your eyes. “You mine.”
You nod and swallow. “I am.”
He kissed you then, enjoying the feel and taste of you. Your hands, having gone under his suit jacket it, enjoyed how they felt through the fabric. He wrapped his other hand around your throat. He loved how it made you gasp and squirm in the kiss as he squeezed. Your hands grasping tighter onto him. Pulling back, he smiled.
“You taste so good.” Sitting back with his weight on his legs, he reached up and pulled the straps of your dress down. He closed his eyes, and made soft sound gently moving against you. Your nipples were ready and eager for his touch. Reaching back, he cupped you and squeezed, then let one fingers drift into your wetness. There was no resistance at all. “Mmm, all mine.”
You squirmed a little. “Do you need me to make you feel better?”
You nodded. “Please.” He leaned down again. “You did try and be good by trying to reach me.” He said against your lips.
“I did.”
He kissed you again, enjoying the taste of your and how your tongues moved together and your breathing shallowed. As he pulled back, he grabbed one of your hands he pressed it against where he had been growing harder and harder in his pants. “This is what you do to me.” He pressed harder, he pressed his lips together before continuing. “Even when you had that purple hair.”
Your eyes widen, he knew you were not expecting that. “Should I give it to you baby?”
“Please.”
He put your hand on his thigh and lowered his zipper. Grabbbing both of your hands he kissed the knuckles. “Mmm, take me out.”
Easily you took him out. He sat, in his in all of his glory. He took off his suit jacket and put it on the sofa, beside them. Loving how aroused you made him, how you looked at him. Moving into a more comfortable position, holding his hardness, he teased your entrance.
“I’m ready for you.” Pushing, he entered you fully and braced himself on the floor. “Y/N,” your name broke from his lips.
He thrust in and out of you, “You feel so damn good.” Wrapping his arms around you, he wanted you closer, his lips met yours again, enjoying the taste. He felt himself getting closer the harder and more you moved with him.
“Close baby?”
“Yes..”
He stopping, he wanted to tease though it was tough on him to do so. “Yes, what?”
“Roman, please.”
“Please, what baby?”
“Help me cum, Roman.”
He smirked then. “That is what I want to hear.” He began moving again.
He loved how your fingers dragged across his back. “You have some claws.” He smirked then kissed you.” He loved how broke the kiss moaning and gasping as you came hard under him.
As you panted under him, he continued to thrust. Feeling closer himself then arching against you, he came hard. Gently pulling out, he tucked himself back into his pants and came to rest beside you. He sighed, as you came to curl up to him.
*****
A mischievous spark burst in you. “Roman?”
You went up on your hand and leaned on it. Loving, the sight of him laying there. . “Want to give the press a show?” Remembering, how the protestors had made you so angry.
(@maniploki suggested from Callum's perspective and I couldn't resist)
The pain wakes him up first, a sharp, stabbing pain spreading throughout his left side. After his panic attack in the scanner, they had yet to try again. Instead, they'd settled that, as he was stable, he should be fine, and if anything came up, they could treat it.While he didn't really agree with it, he also couldn't stand another second in there. Their other option was to sedate him, but he wasn't having that. It had taken Owen half an hour to calm him down from that one. He'd long since passed being embarrassed in front of Owen; the man had known him since he was 12, and nothing could be more embarrassing than his teenage years.He tries to stay calm, to breathe like the doctors had told him.
While he didn't like hospitals, he did listen to the medical staff as it usually meant he'd get out quicker. He's not sure if he passed out from the pain or if his drugs finally kick in, but everything begins to fade away. There's a few hours of blissful darkness, when he doesn't have to be aware of everything. He doesn't dream at first, a rarity in itself. Of course, the quiet can't last. He jolts awake, his scream dying off as he grabs his knees and scrambles back on the bed. Doctors are already in his room, too many hands pushing him down. They won't get off him and the pain is getting worse. The youngest doctor reaches for his arm, a needle in his hand.
"Kid, this will help." Callum pulls back, trying to shift out of reach. Nobody but Owen calls him kid. "It's okay. It will help." Callum screams out again, they won't listen and every touch feels like it's burning.Owen promised he wouldn't be long, that he was just getting coffee and he'd be back. But he wasn't there, and Callum was left to fend for himself. His cast is a hindrance, but he curls up as much as he can, tries to get as small as possible so they will stop touching him.The door opens again and Callum whines in desperation. His fingers are twisted into his hair, his cast tangled in the sheets around his legs. The one savoir was that he had been allowed to wear his own clothes, not the hospital dresses.
"Woah! Don't hold him down!" Callum isn't sure if he's imagining Owen at first, but the doctors are arguing back. Rough hands grab his and push him over the edge. With a noise he's not actually sure is human, he pushes himself off the bed. He needs to get out, to get to Owen. The effort to swing his legs out takes his breath away, the sharp pain seems to be so much worse.He's still swinging, still fighting the person holding him back. The guy is talking to him, holding his wrists a little too tightly. Everything's starting to blur, and he can't quite catch his breath. It takes him a minute to remember where he is, to look up at the man holding him. Owen. Of course.
He coughs to try to clear his chest, to be able to breathe. It only succeeds in making him feel like he's been stabbed.
He's lying on the bed again, which confuses him - he was standing up? It feels like he's drowning as they push him down, but he can't think of the words to tell them. He whines. Maybe he is drowning. Maybe this is his punishment for living. Maybe he's in hell already. He grips onto Owen's hoodie, the zip digging into his palms. Surely if this wasn't real, Owen wouldn't be here, he wouldn't be in this much pain. When the mask is slipped over his face he's sure he's drowning. He's drowned before. They were on holiday and he swam too far out into the sea. His Mum had to come rescue him, a chastising "Cal!" as she pulled him back to shore. He wasn't really drowning; the water barely came up to her hips, but he was young and didn't realise. She wasn't really mad either, and they all had ice cream afterwards.
"Callum. Cal? Cal?"
Only his mum ever called him Cal and she's not here. Owen had held him as he cried about them, told him not to blame himself for the crash, told him it would be alright. But he can't breathe and nothing is alright so maybe she is here. With the second "Cal" he's sure of it, sure they're keeping him from her. She'd be able to make it all better; she used to rub his back when he was ill, make him sandwiches without any egg, fix things.
"Mum?" He knows he sounds helpless, but he needs her, knows she should have been here by now. Maybe there's too many people in the room for her to hear him. He cries out again, clutching at Owen's shirt. Owen had always helped him too, so he should be able to find her. Things begin to slip away, and he's struggling more to breathe. In between his calls for his mum, he's whimpering and he can't understand why she hasn't come.
He's pushed back into the bed again, cold hands pulling at his shirt. Owen's holding his hands, stroking his hair with his other.
"Hey, look at me, kid." Callum didn't remember closing his eyes, but it's such a struggle to turn to Owen. He tries to twist away from the pressure in his side, but his limbs don't seem to be listening. He gives up.
There's another, sharper pain tearing across his right chest and down his shoulder. He hums in annoyance and turns to look in distaste. Trailing out of his rib and onto the bed - also covered in blood- is a tube. Callum isn't sure of much right now, but he knows that's not meant to be there.He's pushed back into the bed again, cold hands pulling at his shirt. Owen's holding his hands, stroking his hair with his other.
"No you don't." Owen has his arms pinned, a knowing look on his face. No matter what he's saying, it doesn't feel like it's helping and he doesn't like it.
Admittedly, there is less fog, less of a battle to breathe. He's not going to tell Owen that, but when he asks him to keep it there, he doesn't protest. Instead, he chooses to tangle his fingers in the older man's hoodie- there's no way he will be able to leave if he does- and slowly begins to drift. He's briefly aware of the doctor tugging at his hand, and the cool spread up his arm he recognises as medication as he does. He won't remember calling Owen dad, and Owen doesn't push it.
Summary: Things become more intense for John...will that make him grow tired of things!
Warning: female on top! Handjob female giving. Once again this is for @theblackmaskclub
You awoke with a start, you found yourself still tucked in close to John. Blinking, you raised yourself up and looked down at him. He was fast asleep. His mouth open only slightly as he breathed deeply. His features were soft. He looked incredibly young, especially with some of his inky strands having fallen into his face.
You’d seen your fair share of men who have passed out drunk but sleeping, this was new to you. Leaning back, you just looked him over. You wondered vaguely, if anyone has ever woke man up by touching him. As you took all of him in, you felt a stirring deep within you.
Hearing music beginning to be played downstairs and knowing that the atmosphere was probably getting busier, you felt safe touching him while he slept.
Reaching down, you took a hold on him. Even asleep, he was big. How had that gone into you. Just thinking of it gave you a razor sharp slice of pleasure.
Remembering, what he showed you do to do. You began moving your hand up and down his length. Positioning, yourself just right you placed soft kisses on his throat. Feeling, him stir you looked at him. He was still asleep. But his breathing became more ragged. You remembered what he did to you the kissing on your jaw and the same to him as you moved your hand faster and firmer up and down him. Looking, at the size of him you stopped.
He was magnificent. You remembered how that had felt in you. You craved to feel that again. Kissing, his throat again you wrapped your fingers around him again, loving how it felt as you moved your hands up and down his length.
Closing your eyes and pressing your lips together. You struggled to calm your own heart. You were completely taken with what you were doing. As you, sat there you desperately wanted to make yourself feel good but you were still not sure what to do.
The more you thought about it you squeezed him. A louder moan came from him.
“Y/N” hearing him say your name, you looked over at him.
“John.” You whispered.
“Come here.” Your crawled over to him.
“Yes?” You kneeled beside him.
You watched as he reached out for you. Without, even thinking of it you opened yourself to him. You gasped as his fingers graze your center. He closed his eyes and made a soft sound. “What was my little blossom thinking of while I was asleep?”
“You.” You licked your lips and swallowed. “And what you’ve done to me.”
He smiled. “I like the sound of that. Tell me, are you feeling good?”
You tilted your head from side to side. “Yes.”
His eyes narrowed. “Talk to me.”
“When I started to touch you,” You gasped, then pressed your lips together to repress the sound he pulled from you. You took a breath. “And now I feel achy down there.”
He smiled even broader. “That is a good kind of aching.” He smirked. “Now, little blossom, remember how you straddled me?” You nodded. “Do it again but follow my instructions.”
You crawled back down, you felt like your heart was in your throat. You did as he told you, then you arched and let yourself. “John.” You breathed. His hands rested on your hips.
“Now ride me like you did before.”
At first, you were incredibly nervous and now really sure what to do. Then as you began to move, the better it felt. You bit back a moan, as his hand helped you to move.
“Stay there but bend down and kiss me.” His hands ran up and down your back. You sighed into the kiss.
He broke the kiss, “You can move a little faster, alright?”
“Ok.” Sitting back up, you began moving.
*****
“Yes, like that.” The way you looked above him, made his pleasure increase. Your curves were in all the right spots. Having had it like this only a few times, you added something to it.
It was not long before he grew close. As he felt you tight, he knew you were close too.
“Let yourself go, little blossom.” He urged and help
*****
He kissed the top of your head. “I’ve gotta go. Been here probably too long. Hopefully no one noticed.”
You nodded. “I understand.” You gave him a gentle smile. “If you take the stairs to the left, the ones we took last night those are the secret stars.”
“Thank you.”
Gently, he opened the door and looked. He slid you a glance nodded then he walked out and went to the back stairs. Before going down them, he went to his room. Going, in he shed his jacket and vest. Looking through what he had, he changed into the dark blue set.
Going to his water bowl, he opened his pants and removed his gloves. He also undid the top few buttons of his shirt. Later today, he ordered the bath. Right now, he’d just give himself a very quick wash down with his handkerchief.
He slipped on his overcoat. Going, downstairs he went outside, he’d check on the horses first. Stopping, he glanced up at your window. A small smiled played on his lips. You were certainly different. How did hid someone like you come about. You certainly were something. Pulling his collar closer to his throat, he headed down the large barn.
*****
He smiled, “Nutmeg.” He rubbed his horse’s nose. “Yes, I am happy to see you too.” The horse happily whinnied. He placed a kiss on the end of his horse’s nose.
Looking, he saw the barn man. “Do you have any apples or carrots?”
“Only carrots, sir.”
“I’ll take it.” The man went over and opening a burlap sack. Reaching in, he grabbed one.
“That’s a good one.” He took it. He flipped the barn man a coin.
“Really ?”
“Yes. Continue, what are you doing and there will be more for you when I leave.”
A smile spread across the old man, weather aged face. “I’ll treat this horse as if it were my own.”
“Thank you.” When he stepped back, he took out one of his cigars. Turning, his back to the wind, he lit and then pulled on it.
Exhaling, he began to make his way to the brothel. Though seeing that the general store was open, he stopped there first.
A short, round man with a bushy beard greeted him with a wide smile. “Hello Mr. Bishop. Is there anything I can help you with?”
He exhaled. “Handkerchiefs?”
A look of pride came over him. “I have a wide selection.”
John, walked over, he nodded seeing them. “Not bad. Let’s see.” He looked them over.
He pointed to a blue one with stripes, “I’ll take this one.” He saw a pretty one. With some very nice stitching. “Oh, and this one?”
“Ooh does the legendary out John Bishop have a girlfriend?”
He narrowed his eyes, but then he relaxed and smirked. “I leave a trail of broken hearts.”
He tucked them away. Grabbing a few more coins, he pushed them across the counter.
*****
Pulling on his cigar, and keeping his head down he headed down the brothel. Pushing aside the oil cloth and the doors, he walked in. He shook, the snow off his shoulders, taking his hat off he banged it off his hat before putting back on his head. Spotting, Vic he went over to him.
Pulling out the chair, he sat across from him. “How are the men?”
He nodded, “They are ok. Some were annoyed by the hands they got but Clara smoothed things over with drinks and favors from the girls.”
“Good. When we pay her we will leave some some extra coin.”
A blonde, strolled over in bright red dress and showed too much. She was on full disply and there was no mystery. She looked tired. He resisted curling his lip as he looked her over. “Hello there handsome, would like some warmth this evening to chase away the snow and ice.”
“Thank you, I think my brother here would like that?” He gestured to Vic.
“But John, you “ He shrugged his shoulders. “Need to relax, Cami is wonderful at that and she helped me with a round of cards.”
John smiled at her and his brother. “I am fine but a hand of cards does sound nice.”
“I can help you win handsome.” She assured him sweetly.
“We’ll see about that.”
******
He was up eight hands of cards, when he realized he had wanted to actually hear you sing.
“Cami, Vic, Edward, John and Abraham you were fun to play with. Have a good evening and he tipped his hat and left.
He resisted the urge to smirk. He pushed back half of his winnings. It was a technique while traveling like this that kept the men and even his brother happy.
Slipping on his overcoat he headed back into the snow. He followed the lit lanterns back to the hotel.
Going up the backstairs, he shed his overcoat tucked in his new handkerchief. With a soft smile on his face, he put your handkerchief in his inside pocket.
He ran a comb through his hair and left his hat in his room. Heading down, stopped at bar. He grabbed a scotch and ordered a plate of dinner. It pleased him to see that some of his men, were there to enjoy your lovely voice. Grabbing his seat, he took a neat sip of the scotch.
*****
Looking, from side to side he then entered your room. Seeing, you standing by the window. He admired the gentle curve of your shoulders. As he walked over, he removed his gloves and tossed them onto your table. Once behind you laid his hands on your shoulders. Feeling, you tense confused him.
“What’s the matter?”
You turned and your eyes were fierce. “What can you teach me that would stop the need to go to places like Clara’s?”
“Huh?” He hated that there were eyes everywhere.
“Anna, told me she saw you there. Eventually, I will meet another man. I want to be better then any whore.” You spat out.
The passion and drive, which he had to admit took him off guard made him want you right so much, he could taste it. Not, since he was a kid did he feel desire like this.
He decided, to be honest, this was new to him. “Y/N, listen there will always be someone better.” He saw tears well up and that fucking hurt. He sighed, reaching into his pocket he took out your gift. He snapped it open. “I bought this for you at the general store.” He handed it to you.
“And listen, I wasn’t there for any of the women.” He grabbed you by your shoulders, he met your eyes. “I told you I like flowers, you are a flower. They are thorny used weeds. When I was there, I played cards. Then I came back here.”
“That’s why you were late?”
He nodded. “I wanted to leave on a winning hand.” He lifted your chin, to look into your eyes. “Now enough about that? Tell do you like your present?”
Environmental dialogue, prior to talking with Junar:
Pol: Err... hello there. I don't think we've met.
After speaking with Junar:
Pol: It was good to meet you. Perhaps I'll get to hunt with you some day.
Dialogue Options:
I've never seen a shemlen city. What's it like? [1]
Do elves from the city learn to fight or shoot a bow? [2]
We hear city elves don't know what it means to be elven. [3]
Why did you leave the city? [4]
I should go. [5]
1 - I've never seen a shemlen city.
Pol: You've never been to a city? Surely you've at least visited a town?
Junar: We occasionally trade with the shemlen in small villages, but only a few in the clan can undertake that task.
Pol: I can't imagine never having seen a city. It's... crowded, with buildings all squeezed together. There are people everywhere, and it always stinks.
Dialogue Options:
- And elves live with the shemlen? [6]
- Do elves from the city learn to fight or shoot a bow? [2]
- We hear city elves don't know what it means to be elven. [3]
- Why did you leave the city? [4]
- I should go. [5]
2 - Do elves from the city learn to fight or shoot a bow?
Pol: Andraste's mercy, no! No one is allowed to walk around with any weapon.
Pol: Fighting just gets you arrested. And I've never had to leave the city before, much less learn how to hunt.
Dialogue Options:
- I've never seen a shemlen city. What's it like? [1]
- We hear city elves don't know what it means to be elven. [3]
- Why did you leave the city? [4]
- I should go. [5]
3 - We hear city elves don't know what it means to be elven.
Pol: Well, back in the city, we hear the same about you--stories about Dalish bandits attacking people for no reason.
Junar: We would never resort to banditry!
Pol: I'm just saying that's what we hear. And it's elves who say these things, too, not humans.
Dialogue Options:
- They just don't know the truth. [8]
- I've never seen a shemlen city. What's it like? [1]
- Do elves from the city learn to fight or shoot a bow? [2]
- Why did you leave the city? [4]
- I should go. [5]
4 - Why did you leave the city?
Pol: I got into trouble for stealing. I'm not a thief... we just never really had a choice.
Pol: Mother was a maid, and I was lucky if I could get work at the docks. You make a living however you can, right?
Pol: When Mother died, I got drunk, and was caught picking a guard's pocket. They were going to hang me, but I escaped, and... well, here I am.
Dialogue Options:
- We don't have much call for thieving.
- Sometimes we must take what we need.
- You won't have to resort to that anymore.
Pol: I'll do my best to adjust and fit in... I never dreamed you'd be so welcoming.
Pol: I thought at best you might hide me for a bit. (Chuckles.) I'm glad I was wrong.
5 – I should go.
Pol: Of course. I hope to see you again.
[Ends conversation]
6 - And elves live with the shemlen?
Pol: Only if they're servants. Most of us live in a part of the city called an "alienage," separated from the humans by walls.
Pol: That's where all the poorest folk live. Laborers, dockhands, and thieves... and that's if you're lucky.
Dialogue Options:
- That hardly sounds like freedom. [7]
- Do elves from the city learn to fight or shoot a bow? [2]
- We hear city elves don't know what it means to be elven. [3]
- Why did you leave the city? [4]
- I should go. [5]
7 - That hardly sounds like freedom.
Pol: We don't think about it like that. To most folks, that's just how it is.
Dialogue Options:
- Do elves from the city learn to fight or shoot a bow? [2]
- We hear city elves don't know what it means to be elven. [3]
- Why did you leave the city? [4]
- I should go. [5]
8 - They just don't know the truth.
Pol: Even if they did, I honestly don't think most of them would want to leave. Wandering and hunting doesn't sound like much of a life.
Junar: At least they would live as free men, and as equals.
Pol: Maybe. But to most elves I know, the only difference between them and humans is how much coin they have. Coin is the great equalizer, not living free.
Dialogue Options:
- I've never seen a shemlen city. What's it like? [1]
- Do elves from the city learn to fight or shoot a bow? [2]
- Why did you leave the city? [4]
- I should go. [5]
Paivel: So you have returned to us, da'len. We are grateful you are whole and well.
Dialogue Options:
The shemlen are responsible for this. [1]
I'm glad to be here, as well, Hahren. [2]
Sure, old man. [3]
1 - The shemlen are responsible for this.
Paivel: The shemlen, eh? And I suppose the shemlen dragged you into that cave? Twisted your arms to prevent you from coming to tell the keeper of it, first? [4]
2 - I'm glad to be here, as well, Hahren.
Paivel: So you should be! What were you two thinking, wandering into that cave without first coming to tell the keeper! [4]
3 - Sure, old man.
If the player has the troublemaker flag set:
Paivel: I'll take your disrespect as an indication of your good health.
If the player has the fight flag set:
Paivel: Always ready for a fight, are you? I'll take that as a sign of your improved health.
Otherwise:
Paivel: Tsk. Such disrespect you show your elders. At least you still have fire in your belly. (sets the fight flag)
All options then continue with:
Paivel: What were you two thinking, wandering in there without first coming to tell the keeper? Are you that foolish? [4]
4 – Continue.
Dialogue Options:
- Tamlen insisted we go inside.
>>> Paivel: Tamlen's idea, eh? And you've no mind of your own?
- We wanted to see if there was anything to tell, Hahren.
>>> Paivel: Once you saw what was inside, you should have returned. But you kept exploring, didn't you?
- You're right, Hahren. We should've come back here, first.
>>> Paivel: I suppose your youth can be forgiven. Sadly, Tamlen pays the price.
Paivel: Losing you would be a terrible crime, da'len. You belong to more than just yourself. Or do you not remember?
Dialogue Options:
- What do you mean? [continue]
- I'm sorry, Hahren. I'll try harder next time.
>>> Paivel: Sigh. Would you even know the reason behind your efforts? I wonder.
- So I made a mistake. Why go on about it?
>>> Paivel: Ah, the impatience of youth. Obviously, you do not remember why we struggle, or why that is important.
Paivel: Let us tell these children of the fall of the Dales. You can honor me by sharing in the telling.
Dialogue Options:
- I have important things to do, Hahren. [5]
- Certainly, Hahren. [6]
- Tell it yourself. I'm no storyteller. [7]
- I don't know if I remember all of the tale. [7]
5 - I have important things to do, Hahren.
Paivel: I suppose Tamlen cannot wait for tales. Another time, then.
[Ends conversation]
6 - Certainly, Hahren
Paivel: Come, then… help me as I go along. [8]
7 – Tell it yourself…/I don’t remember…
Paivel: All Dalish should know this tale and hold its lessons close to heart.
Dialogue Options:
- If you want to tell a story, tell it.
>>> Paivel: How our history stays alive when our young have no interest, I'll never know. [8] (Paivel will tell the tale alone)
- All right, but you may regret asking. [8]
8 – Continue
Paivel: Children, hear of the fall of the Dales! Hear the tale of what makes you Dalish.
If player agreed to help tell the story:
Paivel: Would you care to begin, da'len?
All proceed to the dialogue. Throughout section 8, dialogue options will only appear as long as Paivel isn't telling the story alone.
Dialogue Options:
- Long ago, we were slaves to the humans. (continue, skip Paivel’s next line of dialogue)
- Why don't you tell it from here, Hahren? (sets forget story flag and Paivel will tell the rest of the story alone)
- Well, children, it starts with a mommy and daddy elf...
>>> Paivel: Ahem. Let us start with the history that makes us Dalish. When we were slaves. (sets smartass flag and Paivel will tell the rest of the story alone).
Paivel: Long ago, our people were slaves to the humans.
Paivel: Yes, slaves to a terrible empire the humans built on the darkest magic. When it fell, we became free.
Paivel: We built a homeland in the Dales, worshipping the Creators and rebuilding the culture and history we lost in our long years of slavery.
Dialogue Options:
- But the humans wouldn't let us be. (continue, skip Paivel’s next line of dialogue)
- I forget what comes next. (sets forget story flag and Paivel will tell the rest of the story alone)
- If you've ever lost your bow, it was a lot like that. (sets smartass flag and Paivel will tell the rest of the story alone)
Paivel: But the humans would not leave us be.
Paivel: They were resentful: because we would not worship their gods, and because we put our people first.
Paivel: Over the years, their nations grew cold toward the Dales. In their eyes, we were blasphemers and cruel tyrants.
Dialogue Options:
- Then the humans declared war on the Dales. (continue, skip Paivel’s next line of dialogue)
- And then... some kind of war? I forget. (sets forget story flag and Paivel will tell the rest of the story alone)
- But also great for festivals, we're told. (sets smartass flag and Paivel will tell the rest of the story alone)
Paivel: A war erupted. The humans invaded our homeland in the name of their one god, denouncing our "sacrilegious" nation.
Paivel: And so the Dales fell. They took our lands and dispersed our people, forcing us to live in their cities and abandon our gods.
Paivel: But many of us refused to relinquish our ways. We instead chose to scatter to the winds, wandering the lands.
Dialogue Options:
- We chose wandering the lands rather than the human rule. (continue)
- Please tell the rest, Hahren. (sets forget story flag and Paivel will tell the rest of the story alone)
- Not to mention that shemlen cities smell terrible. (sets smartass flag and Paivel will tell the rest of the story alone)
Paivel: To survive and preserve our culture, the clans stay apart until the day the Elvhenan have a homeland once more.
Dialogue Options:
- We shall return the old ways to those who have lost them. (continue, skip Paivel’s next line of dialogue)
- Then... um... (sets forget story flag and Paivel will tell the rest of the story alone)
- Just think of the celebration we'll have then!
>>> Paivel: All right, that's quite enough out of you. (sets smartass flag and Paivel will tell the rest of the story alone)
Paivel: We shall then return the old ways to those of our people who have lost them.
Paivel: "We are the Dalish: keepers of the lost lore, walkers of the lonely path."
Player: "We are the last Elvhenan. Never again shall we submit."
If the player has the forget story flag:
Paivel: At least you remembered the Oath of the Dales. I appreciate your forbearance nevertheless, da'len. [9]
If the player has the smartass flag:
The Oath of the Dales and no smart-mouthed comment? Thank the Creators for small mercies. [9]
Otherwise:
Paivel: I will let you get back to your tasks. I pray you find Tamlen quickly. [9]
9 – Continue
Dialogue Options:
- I would like to hear more about our history. [10]
- What do you know about that Grey Warden? [17]
- What do you know about darkspawn? [18]
- Did elves ever live in caves? [19]
- I should go. [20]
10 - I would like to hear more about our history.
Paivel: Now that's something I rarely hear. Of course.
Dialogue Options:
- Tell me about Arlathan. [11]
- Do no books record our history? [12]
- Why do the shems allow us to exist if they hate us so much? [13]
- What happened to the elves who didn't join the Dalish? [14]
- Do you think we'll ever find another homeland? [15]
- I think that's all. Thank you. [16]
11 - Tell me about Arlathan.
Paivel: Ah yes, the lost city. Before the shemlen enslaved us, even before they came to this part of the world, our people lived in glorious Arlathan.
Paivel: Legends say that our ancestors were immortal, and we possessed magic the shemlen could only dream of. [10]
12 - Do no books record our history?
Paivel: When the humans enslaved us, they took away our language, our history, and our immortality. We quickened to the pace of life and retained nothing of ourselves.
Paivel: We were slaves for so long that even when we became free, there was little for us to recover. If books still exist, I do not know of them. [10]
13 - Why do the shems allow us to exist if they hate us so much?
Paivel: Perhaps they have no choice. Dalish clans are scattered to the winds and rarely gather... which makes us difficult for any organized effort to destroy.
Paivel: And why bother? We have nothing they want... no land, no treasure. And we always move on, allowing no one to grow too angry with us.
Paivel: Some might see this as cowardly, but we are proud. We are the last and we will survive. [10]
14 - What happened to the elves who didn't join the Dalish?
Paivel: They remain in human cities, forgetting all they once had. We call them "flat-ears"; for they differ little from their shemlen masters.
Paivel: A few may return, but we must accept that they know nothing of the lore or why we keep it. [10]
15 - Do you think we'll ever find another homeland?
Paivel: We can hope to find a new home one day, where the Dalish and the flat-ears will build a land greater even than Arlathan.
Paivel: We shall teach the flat-ears the lore they lost... and perhaps they will teach us to understand the shemlen at last. That is the only way we shall truly live in peace. [10]
16 - I think that's all. Thank you.
Paivel: Then I'm sure you have much to do, unless you've other questions... [9]
17 - What do you know about that Grey Warden?
Paivel: The one who brought you back? Very little. He seemed decent enough, as humans go.
Paivel: As for Grey Wardens, they're heroes without a doubt. Members of our own clan joined their ranks in ages past. [9]
18 - What do you know about darkspawn?
Paivel: Only that they eat living flesh and lurk in underground tunnels once ruled by the durgen'len: the dwarves.
Paivel: In the last Blight long ago, the Grey Wardens all but wiped them out. Should they return, all races will shudder. [9]
19 - Did elves ever live in caves?
Paivel: I've never heard of such a thing.
Paivel: But in the days of ancient Arlathan, we lived free and spread far across the continent.
Paivel: We were as varied as the shemlen, though fewer in number. Perhaps some of us lived in caves then, but all knowledge from that era is lost. [9]
20 - I should go.
Paivel: Of course. May the gods guide your path, da'len.
[End conversation]
Later conversations:
Paivel: You return again, da'len? What can I do for you?
Merrill: The Keeper told me I'm to accompany you back to those caves.
Merrill: As her apprentice, I may see something you missed. But our main objective is to find Tamlen, of course.
Merrill: We must make haste; he may not have much time. [to main dialogue options]
Else:
Merrill: You're back. Are you ready to go now?
Main Dialogue Options:
Aren't you worried about getting sick? [1]
How much of our lore do you know? [2]
How much did the keeper tell you? [3]
(if Fenarel has asked to come) Fenarel is coming with us. Any objections? [4]
I need supplies. [5]
Let's head out now. [6]
1 - Aren't you worried about getting sick?
Merrill: A little, but the keeper cured you. How dangerous could it be?
Merrill: Even if I get sick, finding Tamlen--or something valuable--will be worth it.
[back to dialogue options]
2 - How much of our lore do you know?
Merrill: Less than I'd like to. I know some of our old magic, as the Keeper does, and I'll know about these relics if I see them.
Merrill: The Keeper isn't sending me to collect anything, however. We're worried about Tamlen.
[back to dialogue options]
3 - How much did the keeper tell you?
Merrill: Enough to pique my interest... and my concern. You can explain the rest on the way.
[back to dialogue options]
4 - Fenarel is coming with us. Any objections?
Merrill: That depends on the keeper. I thought we're supposed to go alone.
Dialogue Options:
- I say he comes. [7]
- The keeper is fine with it. [8] (only available if Marethari gave her permission)
- (Lie) I did ask. She's fine with it. [9]
- Should I ask her? [10]
- You're right. Fenarel, you should stay here. [11]
5 - I need supplies.
Merrill: Master Ilen could help you, but do not tarry.
[End conversation]
6 – Let's head out now.
A: If Fenarel is in the party and you haven’t gone down branch 4
Merrill: What about Fenarel? You didn't think I'd notice him?
Then, if Keeper gave Fenarel permission to come along:
Fenarel: We asked. The Keeper has given her leave. [to 6B]
B: Otherwise
Merrill: Then let us make haste while daylight lasts.
[Ends conversation, proceeds to Lost Mysteries of the Ancients Part 4]
7 - I say he comes.
If player passes the intimidation check:
Merrill: Fine, but if the keeper gets angry, it's on your head.
Merrill: So that's settled. Are you ready to go?
[return to main dialogue options]
If not:
Merrill: I'm not making the keeper angry with us for putting him in danger. Go ask her first.
Dialogue Options:
- The keeper is fine with it. [8] (only available if Marethari gave her permission)
- (Lie) I did ask. She's fine with it. [9]
- You're right. Fenarel, you should stay here. [11]
8 – The keeper is fine with it.
Merrill: That's good enough for me. Now, are we ready?
[return to main dialogue options]
9 - (Lie) I did ask. She's fine with it.
If player passes persuasion check:
Merrill: She is? I suppose I needn't worry about it, then. Are you ready?
[return to main dialogue options]
Otherwise:
Merrill: What? I don't believe you. Are you trying to get me into trouble with the keeper?
Fenarel: I should decide whether I'm willing to risk it or not.
Merrill: Go tell the keeper that, then.
Dialogue options:
- I say he comes. [7]
- We’ll do that. [Ends conversation]
- You're right. Fenarel, you should stay here. [11]
10 - Should I ask her?
Merrill: You said the cave is a dangerous place. You want to risk Fenarel getting hurt? Or worse?
Fenarel: I should decide whether I'm willing to risk it or not.
Merrill: Go tell the keeper that, then.
Dialogue options:
- I say he comes. [7]
- We’ll do that. [Ends conversation]
- You're right. Fenarel, you should stay here. [11]
11 - You're right. Fenarel, you should stay here.
Fenarel: Fine. I don't want to get you in trouble. I should be on guard duty, anyhow.
Merrill: So that's settled. Are you ready to go?
[return to main dialogue options]
Ashalle: By the Creators, it is so good to see you whole and well. I was so worried!
Dialogue Choices:
Aneth ara, Ashalle. It's good to see you, too.
Ashalle: All that time you were ill, the keeper didn't know if you were going to live or die!
You really shouldn't worry so much about me.
Ashalle: I can't help it, dear. I've raised you since your poor mother died.
Enough, Ashalle! I don't need to be mothered by you anymore.
Ashalle: Hmph. I've raised you since your poor mother died and that's how you speak to me?
Ashalle: I've been outside the keeper's tent the whole time. I have never been so relieved as when I heard you would pull through!
Ashalle: What happened? Everyone says Tamlen may be dead!
Dialogue Choices:
I shouldn't say, just yet.
They may be right.
He's missing. That's all we know right now.
If PC has the Romance flag:
Ashalle: That's awful. I know how much you and the lad care for each other. It was always my hope that you two... well, let's not dwell on it.
Otherwise, if not:
Ashalle: That's awful. He's been a good friend to you since you were fledglings.
Dialogue continues.
Ashalle: You must be more careful. Your mother and father, may they rest in peace, would be horrified to see you take such risks.
Dialogue Tree One:
You've never spoken of my parents much, Ashalle. [1]
You always say that. [2]
I should go. [3]
1 – You've never spoken of my parents much, Ashalle.
Ashalle: What happened to them is a sad tale, and it's in the past. Reopening old wounds benefits no one.
Dialogue Options:
- Don't we Dalish strive to learn of our past? [4]
- Perhaps you're right. I should go. [3]
2 – You always say that.
Ashalle: It's true! Your mother was... well, let's not talk about that. I'm sure you have plenty on your mind.
Dialogue options:
- You've never spoken of my parents much, Ashalle. [1]
- I should go. [3]
3 – I should go
Ashalle: Of course. Try to make the evening meal, will you? You're nothing but skin and bones. [Exit dialogue tree and end conversation].
4 – Don’t we Dalish strive to learn of our past?
If PC doesn’t have the persuasion skill:
Ashalle: You've much to do tonight with Tamlen still missing. I will tell you another time. [Exit dialogue tree and end conversation]
If PC has the persuasion skill:
Ashalle: True. Perhaps you're old enough to hear this, though it... hardly seems like the right time.
Dialogue Options:
- Is there ever a good time? [5]
- Perhaps you're right. I should go. [3]
5 – Is there ever a good time?
Ashalle: Very well. If I do not tell you now, you'll only wonder.
Ashalle: Your mother was a hunter--one of the finest. And your father was the keeper before Marethari. He was with us for a very long time.
Ashalle: Your mother was from another clan, and her elders did not approve of the match. She and your father had to meet in secret.
Ashalle: One day, bandits caught them alone in the forest. Your father was killed, but your mother escaped.
Dialogue Options:
- Humans killed my father? [6]
- I always thought they died together. [7]
6 – Humans killed my father?
Ashalle: Yes, but also city elves, too. Those of our kind living with humans do not hold to the old ways. [7]
7 – I always thought they died together.
Ashalle: Your mother held to life long enough to give birth to you, but grief wracked her heart. One night, she... she simply walked into the moonlight and never returned.
Dialogue Options:
-My mother abandoned me?
>>> Ashalle: She just... couldn't carry on without your father.
- That was a foolish and weak thing to do.
>>> Ashalle: Sigh. You judge too harshly. Perhaps you'll feel differently once you've been in love.
- I... don't know what to say.
>>> Dialogue continues
Ashalle: The clan decided not to discuss this around you, lest it poison your heart with sadness. [8]
8 - Scene continues
Dialogue Options:
- I can't believe I've never heard this tale.
- You should have told me!
- No, I understand.
Ashalle: Our people have learned to live with much sorrow; it seemed only right that we not dwell on it.
Ashalle: Your mother did leave you a gift, something of your father's for you to have once you were older. Perhaps the time has come...
Dialogue Options:
- I'm not sure that I want it.
>>> Ashalle: Don't say that. This is part of your heritage.
- You only remember this now?
>>> Ashalle: I was waiting for the right time, until you were grown. But you are grown now, aren't you?
Oh? Where is it?
Dialogue continues
Ashalle: Take this key. You'll see some chests behind the storage aravel by the halla pen. One of them was your mother's.
Ashalle: Its contents are yours, if you wish.
[Exit dialogue tree and end conversation]
Later Conversations
Ashalle: Yes, my dear?
Dialogue Tree 2:
Dialogue Options:
(If you haven’t heard your family story) Why have you never spoken of my parents much? [Go to dialogue tree 1 - 1]
(If Ashalle previously refused to tell you your family story) Can I convince you to tell me about my parents? [1]
Just saying hello. [2]
Nothing. I should go. [3]
1 – Can I convince you to tell me about my parents?
If PC doesn’t have the persuasion skill:
Ashalle: You've much to do with Tamlen still missing. I will tell you another time. [End dialogue]
If PC has the persuasion skill:
Ashalle: True. Perhaps you're old enough to hear this, though it... hardly seems like the right time.
Dialogue Options:
- Is there ever a good time? [Dialogue Tree 1 - 5]
- Perhaps you're right. I should go. [Dialogue Tree 1 - 3]
2 – Just saying hello.
If PC has the troublemaker flag:
Ashalle: That's sweet of you. Don't get into too much trouble.
Otherwise:
Ashalle: That's sweet of you. I do hope you find Tamlen soon.
[Ends conversation]
3 – Nothing. I should go.
Ashalle: Of course. Try to make the evening meal, will you? You're nothing but skin and bones. [Exit dialogue tree and end conversation].
