#fantasy-driven

"So, you're one of the Avvar, then?" Jon asked curiously. Before becoming the "Herald of Andraste," he'd never met any Avvar. Now it seemed he was running into them left and right.

Some friendly than others. Agnar seemed friendly, at least.

Jon hoped, anyway. Not that it woulds top him from opening his mouth and putting his foot in it.

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Well he certainly wasn't trying to, but from what he'd heard of the Wending Wood, it seemed even the most seasoned traveler could find himself lost. Apparently there had been some tricksters along the path as of late, and their party wouldn't seem to be spared from such foolishness. It was however, beginning to get on his nerves, especially with the heat blazing down on him when they chanced on an area more out in the open.

All this, and the consistent commentary from the other mage which was usually welcome, really wore him down. Not that he would externalize it. He would be just as curious if his precious time and...aching limbs were on the line. 

"We have been at this for quite some time, haven't we?" He agreed, before abuptly putting a pause in his walk, and turning to meet the other with a fatigued, but gentle smile. "We could rest a moment, if you'd like. Perhaps that would give me some time to scout the area for this caravan we've been sent to locate...it'd do us no good to show up to a possible fight with hardly any energy in us~"

Felassan's violet eyes went wide briefly when he heard the Inquisitor say he would risk his life to stop Corypheus before the smile returned to his face. That was...unexpected, but at least it was good to see he would fix this problem no matter what it took. Although, this wasn't exactly Inquisitor Lavellan's mess to clean up. At least he wasn't the one responsible for having caused it.

"I know Solas has already looked upon the anchor, but may I? I want to see if there is anything I can do that he hasn't." The ancient elf reached out for his hand, glancing upon the glowing green mark. It was just as he feared...the reason Solas couldn't do anything else was because it had already become one with Hellathen. "Ah...I see. It's now a part of you. But maybe...it could still be useful besides in closing rifts."

Oh, he knew Solas would be giving him some choice words tonight for this. Maybe even try to bite his head off again, but it wasn't as if he didn't think he wouldn't rebel. They had spent a millennia leading a rebellion together, after all.

He couldn't help chuckling at his question about having a powerful spell. "If I were in your position, Inquisitor, I'd go after him with everything you've got. You said he was carrying an elven orb of sorts, right? If I didn't know any better, I'd say that's his main source of power besides his archdemon. If you cut all that off, then he's bound to be taken down for good." He pauses, giving a smirk. "But what do I know? All I can do is offer my guidance."

He supposed he could count himself lucky. Poor Wynne had suffered to heal much in their journey together, but that was back when he was still new to the outside world, still considering himself nothing more than a recruit, despite being one of the last of the Ferelden Grey Wardens. Now, as Warden-Commander...it seemed silly to end the battle with even a mere scratch.

He was only mortal, he had to remind himself. And it wasn't wrong to ask for help. Still, he couldn't help but allow a smidge of guilt to well inside him as the other mage checked him for injuries. Their small revisit to the Blackmarsh had pinned one too many peeved revenants on their tail, and if it hadn't been for Behni's hasty fireball...well. They could have been done in a lot worse.

Prompt lost at sea!

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Who was your first OC?

☆ Her name was Angelina, which happened to be the same name as I've given to a daughter for another OC. I happened to revamped her because of that. Her earlier concept - or version if you like to call it that - was bland. There wasn't anything interesting about her because she literally was written with no backstory. Just an average woman who wanted to befriend those around her and willing to offer a hand.

Send a '🌸' for my muse's reaction to yours putting a flower in their hair.

"You always do that so nicely," he mused, enjoying the familiar touch of Dorian's fingers in his hair.