Sons of Tevinter

The Herald’s rest attracted all kinds of people. Basically everyone, who came to the Inquisition, be it in order to help, find work, or ask the Inquisition for support in personal endeavors will eventually try to find food and drink... and sometimes even company in the only tavern within the fortress. Race and religion didn’t matter, when you sat down at a table and ordered a pint of whatever was drinkable.

At least, it should be that way. Some people, however did not play by the rules. A group of former Orlaisian templars, that only recently have arrived where making quite a ruckus for a while already, hollering and laughing loudly, making crude comments at everyone, who came near. The rest of the patrons were trying to ignore them, most eyes turned away from them, focused on their own drinks.

Most eyes. A hooded mercenary, sitting in the back of the tavern had been silently watching them for most of the evening now. The people sitting close to him, had  already moved further away, feeling uncomfortable in the air of tension, he was surrounded with.

When a white-haired elvhen-soldier with a big sword strapped to is back, entered the tavern, the mood tipped drastically. One of the templar’s sneered at the newcomer, saying to his comrades loud enough that everyone could hear it: “Look at that rabbit, trying to look like he’s someone! What a drag. With the Inquisitor inviting all kinds of peasants, now everyone thinks, they are born to lead. The Maker made the elfs to serve, not to-”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence. The mercenary had somehow crossed the path from the far back of the tavern to the templar’s table and, grabbing the back of his head, slammed his face onto the wooden tabletop hard enough to cause he nasty cracking sound. In the movement, his hood slipped back and revealed that he was indeed an elf too, dark-skinned and covered in scars, one eye already blind.

“You will take that back!”, he yelled, raging fury burning in his good eye, “You will apologize to the Maker for your heresy and you will apologize to Andraste for defiling her name in such a despicable way!”

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@acxlyte 🌸 …for a short starter with Nergüi, protégé of Magister Valeriu

“Uncle Valeriu, what is it, that is smelling so nice?”

Nergüi was accompanying his guardian to a bazaar and had been flitting from stall to stall, like an overwhelmed butterfly, since the moment they entered. Everything was new and fascinating to the young man and he had been bombarding both Valeriu as well as several baffled stall-owners with hundreds of curious questions for nearly an hour now.

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@altusofhousepavus 🍆 …for a short starter with Rilienus Corvus 

Looking at his best friend of years, standing in his doorway an hour past midnight, looking quite like a drowned kitten - which indicated, that he went through the rain by foot- Rilienus let out a long-suffering sigh, before stepping aside to let him in.

Without another word, the young altus went to fetch a towel for his friends and some spare robes to change into, before he filled them both a glass of whiskey.

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@altusofhousepavus 🎇 …for a short starter with Imperial Divine Aelius

“Magister Pavus?” His Imperial Divine Aelius approached the only recently ornated magister, effectively interrupting another, older magister, who had just attempted to rope the younger man in a heated argument. Throwing the man a dismissive look, the priest waited calmly until he was being left alone with the person of his current interest.

Once, alone, he offered Dorian Pavus a vague smile, that did not quite reach his eyes. Nevertheless, his words sounded politely encouraging.

I’m still technically on summer-hiatus, but I do feel my Tevinter bois strongly today. So, if you wanna play with them send me an ask with:

🎇 ...for a short starter with Imperial Divine Aelius

🌸 ...for a short starter with Nergüi, protégé of Magister Valeriu

🍆 ...for a short starter with Rilienus Corvus

He sees fairly clearly the contrition ‘pon Son’s face, and his own expression bows with it; he understands the plight of opened spaces, the unknown parts of the mind that demands more research, whence one was so close to knowing the Truth, close enough to touch.

“I know enough,” he answers solemnly, and his eyebrows rise high. “I could! If thou art patient for it. I could help thee,” he says warmly. “And I shall! if thou couldst want. There art books in the library, under the staircase and down beneath the basement, in tome-form that hold such knowledge, and I wilt show thee, if thou art keen to expand this Knowing. I will help thee,” Roland confirms, and he beams.

“Prithee, whence wouldst thou be free for thus?” he asks. “I am free completely, and find much time for these lyrical notions. I am thine.” And Roland bows in a dramatic stance, one for the theater, hand splayed.

Nergüi's face was glowing with excitement, when Roland so readily agreed to teach him. Most here in Skyhold always were far too busy to answer all his questions and while his guardian tried to teach him whenever he could, he had to leave the fortress with the Inquisitor more and more often. Nergüi had wanted to come along, but Valeriu deemed it too dangerous, yet. So, as a matter of fact, Roland was the first chance for a proper teacher Nergüi have had in a good long while now.

Roland's question however confused the boy for a moment.

It was pleasantly silent, not entirely so, but more than usual. Must have been a slow day at Skyhold. Those were always welcomed in Maria’s mind, made it easier to work. Less people to meander through, often speaking too loud and asking stupid questions. Many nobles liked to come see her work, due to her and her fathers’ reputations at the University. They were quickly shooed away.

The thoughts buzzed around, cluttering her mind and momentarily disrupted her work. Just as she was able to snap back to attention, a voice broke her free of the chaos of her own mind. It startled her, as she didn’t hear a single footstep to signal their approach. She turned around to face the owner of the voice, blinking for a moment before relaxing. “Oh, just studying some new things I brought back.” He seemed decent enough, if unnervingly quiet, kind of like Cole…

Nodding in acknowledgement of her statement, Nergüi looked back at the things cluttering her desk. His fingers itched to touch, to feel and study and learn. But his guardian has taught him, that reaching for other people's belongings was rude.