#thread: nathaniel howe

[seahaloed]

@mercyburned​

Nathaniel had heard what Anders had done in Kirkwall. Secondhand accounts of varying qualities, but the fact of it all remained is that the Chantry explosion was the mage’s fault.

(a far cry from the man that Nathaniel had come to know.)

On orders, Nathaniel was to seek out Anders and bring him back home to the Wardens. It’d taken months, but finally, Nathaniel had done it.

“Had I known you’d be so hard to find I might have brought something to celebrate when I did--” Nate commented quietly, keeping a good distance from Anders, but a thankful smile that a lead finally paid off clear. He was also happy to find the man alive rather than dead too, it would’ve been a bitter and hard to swallow end to his search.

“Hello, Anders.”

[seahaloed]

@for-thedas​

Nate wiped the slick of dark spawn blood from a dagger as he retrieved it, nose scrunching up slightly. “No one told me that they smelled so bad--” he complained, wiping the flat of the blade against his pants before sheathing it.

(everything would need a good cleaning)

“Have you seen my bow, Commander? Lost hold of it when the ogre charged me,” he admitted, already coming to terms that it was either lost or broken in the fray. The daggers would do just fine, he was skilled in blades, but he preferred to stand further away if he could help it at all.

[seahaloed]

@waridens​

Warmth curls onto Nathaniel’s features as he stands to welcome Evadne. Delilah was out for the day, but Nathaniel was always keen to welcome old friends in his home. Even though he had long “retired” from the Wardens, he was not so remiss to think he’d simply shed his duties as one all together.

“Commander--” there is a prodding joke as he gives her a slight bow, “Happy to see you alive and in one piece after you disappeared without so much as a trace” Nathaniel notes, some weariness leaving him as his hand meets solid shoulder. “As usual, my bow is yours should you ever need it” he adds gingerly.

[seahaloed]

@highaever​ 

Nate’s mouth opened briefly in wonder, before closing once more, brows pulling into a confused furrow as they rattled along in the back of the cart. “I’m sorry.... tell it to me again?” He ventured with an amazed expression. He leaned back in the cart, one arm tucked up underneath his head with his legs dangling off the back as he looked up at Elethea.

“You escaped Fort Drakon how, exactly?”

[seahaloed]

@draconics​

“You cannot do that, I don’t care if you’re in charge--” Nathaniel argued sharply. It didn’t matter if she was Arlessa and Warden-Commander, the order was out of the question.

(this was his home and he was still protective of it)

“Asking those farmers to abandon their steads instead of aiding them is not only political suicide with the Bann and other Arls, but with the people as well” he insisted, matching the other’s walking pace into her office. “Not only that, the people won’t leave their homes and you’re marking them for death by not adequately helping them” Nathaniel continues. He was content to follow her, but these are lands and people he knew since a young boy, he knew he was right.

“I implore you to reconsider and have us take the time to try and track down where the attacks are coming from, Warden-Commander.”

[seahaloed]

@higheverheir​

Nathaniel’s jaw set, and he folded his hands behind his back before straightening. When the door opened, Nathaniel bowed with a soft exhale. “Queen Cousland.” he greeted with careful recognition.

(he hated the Warden-Commander for putting him in charge of this.)

“I come representing the Wardens of Vigil’s Keep--” he couldn’t look at her, eyes carefully pinned behind rather than actually looking at her. “I’m sure you’ve heard about the destruction befallen both Amaranthine proper and the Keep” he explained. “I was sent on behalf of the Warden-Commander to seek aid in rebuilding both” he finished, swallowing thickly once more.

“Given the recent history of Howe and Couslands... I understand if you don’t wish to speak to me on the matter”