Post by Lithawen on Dec 2, 2014 13:25:04 GMT -6
Companions are open for grabs. I'll play the inquisitor if there needs to be interaction but the point of this is to be the little guys ^^.
No one expected a war. At least he had not. As a human, not a mage, and a male he had the most options, many more than most. But oh no Emmett Day had to be the brave one, he had to just up and leave his perfectly safe and comfy Denerim manner to join this war being fought, he just had to up and join the inquisition. He wasn't among those who suffered through the Haven incident, he had heard the Herald of Andraste had emerged from the blizzard just as people began to lose hope, that after it was said the mysterious entity had been brought from the Fade by Andraste herself! This was all stories of course. The Harald was rarely in Skyhold for more than a day or two between expeditions, though they said she returned often.
Emmett had arrived with a caravan of volunteers ready to sign onto the service of the Maker’s will. Except since he arrived he had heard that the Herald was an elf! A Dalish elf! Of all things this was perhaps the most surprising thing in the world to Emmett. He liked to think of himself as a man of god, he admitted to not having read every word written in a typical Chantry library or listened to every word of a service, but surely there was something in there that said a lot about the elves. It was weird. Emmett wasn’t in possession on an opinion on elves, but it seemed the history of the Chantry had a strong opinion, perhaps thats why he had not heard that little bit of information until they were closer to the ancient elven keep.
It was freezing on the path up an unforgiving winter raging through the air, but behind the tall stone walls it was practically summer!
“Theres hot springs under the keep I bet. Hot water running through the walls and warming the nights.” A young boy had said when they were left to their own devices on their first day. They were to find somewhere to sleep in the barracks, grab equipment in the armory, and report in at the crack of the Maker-damned midnight to start their basic training. If you joined with a skill or profession you may advanced past a simple footsoldier, however flirting with the staff and sneaking sweets when the cooks weren’t looking wasn’t exactly at the top of any specialists requirements. Emmett was realizing he might just be a spoiled city boy.
“And how do you reckon water flows up the walls?” he asked the boy with a scowl. He had joined the caravan when they were stopped in a city along the way, Emmett was almost certain the kid was an apostate. Mages he could get behind disliking. They wielded power that tilted the scales way too much in their favor. A well placed spell can wipe out an enemy threat from a safe distance. You had to get a lot closer with a blade, and that took precious time. They also seemed to drop like flies to demons. The mess in the circle tower was well known. It was years ago and now the mage rebellion. Magic is too messy.
They had so much time to themselves. He explored where the guards let him explore, he went to the undercroft and had an interesting conversation with a dwarf, the stables was an interesting find he could have sworn one of the horses tied up was decomposing! He didn’t get close enough to see before his attentions turned to a cute little thing manning a merchants stand...at least he hoped she was cute, she was wearing a stupid Orlesian mask. And before he knew it the moon was high in the sky, he hadn’t yet slept and they were told to run around the keep, all day. All. Day.
By the time the sun was rising above the walls Emmett was dead on his feet. Barely managing to follow the course. Some were worse they he was, some fat man’s face was turning purple but he was still shuffling along. Most were doing better than he was, pacing themselves and taking their training a step at a time. As the hot shot he was Emmett sprinted-full-out the first hour or so and his pace has been slowing gradually since. Now his feet barely lifted off the ground. This commander Cullen was an royal arse.
No one expected a war. At least he had not. As a human, not a mage, and a male he had the most options, many more than most. But oh no Emmett Day had to be the brave one, he had to just up and leave his perfectly safe and comfy Denerim manner to join this war being fought, he just had to up and join the inquisition. He wasn't among those who suffered through the Haven incident, he had heard the Herald of Andraste had emerged from the blizzard just as people began to lose hope, that after it was said the mysterious entity had been brought from the Fade by Andraste herself! This was all stories of course. The Harald was rarely in Skyhold for more than a day or two between expeditions, though they said she returned often.
Emmett had arrived with a caravan of volunteers ready to sign onto the service of the Maker’s will. Except since he arrived he had heard that the Herald was an elf! A Dalish elf! Of all things this was perhaps the most surprising thing in the world to Emmett. He liked to think of himself as a man of god, he admitted to not having read every word written in a typical Chantry library or listened to every word of a service, but surely there was something in there that said a lot about the elves. It was weird. Emmett wasn’t in possession on an opinion on elves, but it seemed the history of the Chantry had a strong opinion, perhaps thats why he had not heard that little bit of information until they were closer to the ancient elven keep.
It was freezing on the path up an unforgiving winter raging through the air, but behind the tall stone walls it was practically summer!
“Theres hot springs under the keep I bet. Hot water running through the walls and warming the nights.” A young boy had said when they were left to their own devices on their first day. They were to find somewhere to sleep in the barracks, grab equipment in the armory, and report in at the crack of the Maker-damned midnight to start their basic training. If you joined with a skill or profession you may advanced past a simple footsoldier, however flirting with the staff and sneaking sweets when the cooks weren’t looking wasn’t exactly at the top of any specialists requirements. Emmett was realizing he might just be a spoiled city boy.
“And how do you reckon water flows up the walls?” he asked the boy with a scowl. He had joined the caravan when they were stopped in a city along the way, Emmett was almost certain the kid was an apostate. Mages he could get behind disliking. They wielded power that tilted the scales way too much in their favor. A well placed spell can wipe out an enemy threat from a safe distance. You had to get a lot closer with a blade, and that took precious time. They also seemed to drop like flies to demons. The mess in the circle tower was well known. It was years ago and now the mage rebellion. Magic is too messy.
They had so much time to themselves. He explored where the guards let him explore, he went to the undercroft and had an interesting conversation with a dwarf, the stables was an interesting find he could have sworn one of the horses tied up was decomposing! He didn’t get close enough to see before his attentions turned to a cute little thing manning a merchants stand...at least he hoped she was cute, she was wearing a stupid Orlesian mask. And before he knew it the moon was high in the sky, he hadn’t yet slept and they were told to run around the keep, all day. All. Day.
By the time the sun was rising above the walls Emmett was dead on his feet. Barely managing to follow the course. Some were worse they he was, some fat man’s face was turning purple but he was still shuffling along. Most were doing better than he was, pacing themselves and taking their training a step at a time. As the hot shot he was Emmett sprinted-full-out the first hour or so and his pace has been slowing gradually since. Now his feet barely lifted off the ground. This commander Cullen was an royal arse.
