Departing from the Gallows and her business with the Knight-Captain, Leliana turned her thoughts to more immediate matters such as a satisfying meal and a comfortable bed. Those things were small pleasures in which she would indulge if ever possible. An empty stomach and the cold hard ground were nothing to covet.
Her coin would be best received in the likes of Lowtown where each copper was hard-earned. Moving through the streets, she searched out an inn which would offer the warmest of welcomes to weary travellers, her experience as a minstrel helping her to identify just the place. Stepping through the door, Leliana was met with the tantalising scent of stew and the tempting lure of a large fire.
But what delighted her more was the sight of a young woman in the corner of the main room. A small crowd was gathered around her, captivated by her song as she retold one of the ballads common in Ferelden. By her side, a large shaggy head lifted as an unmistakable wolfhound scented the air, his ears pricking almost at once. A short bark alerted Nicolette to the newest arrival into the inn.
Laughing, Leliana raised her hand to wave at her friend, thrilled to have been guided once again by the Maker back into the company of one she held dear.
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Post by Nicolette O'Hara on Mar 19, 2017 10:34:00 GMT -5
Tonight was turning into a highly profitable night. Laertes had finally granted Nicolette permission to perform at the Teeth, with the firm understanding that if she did not get a good response she was never to try again. Nicolette had accepted without a touch of nervousness. She had been a minstrel for many years now, and if she was not able to stir even a tiny positive response from an audience she might as well abandon her profession now. Almost from the very first song, the patrons of the Ogre’s Teeth had paid attention to her.
She had chosen her selection carefully. The first song had been about the pride of the Marches, how they had buffered attacks from Orlais and Tevinter and qunari themselves, and then the second had been a simple celebration of summer. It was a popular and sweet ballad and had earned her more than a few coins. So she decided to take a risk and embark on a fairly well-known song Thedas-wide, about a brave warrior and the comely water nymphs he once encountered. Thankfully the clientele of this particular tavern took well to the series of poorly-veiled innuendoes, and she danced in time with the music, drumming her heels against the floor.
When the song finished she wasted no time in launching into another. This one was aimed at the few Fereldans in the crowd and recalled a soft, sweet love on the banks of Lake Calenhad in a time ages past. She was just wrapping up to an accompaniment provided by a number of patrons in the tavern when Thibault barked and she had to fight her urge to abandon the quavering note she held.
At the entrance of the tavern she saw a blaze of red hair and two blue eyes sparked merrily at her as the owner waved in her direction. Nicolette, ever trying to appear professional, managed to hold the note and receive applause graciously before setting her vielle aside and barging through the crowd to sweep Leliana up in an embrace. She had not seen her friend in nearly two years and spared no time for the delicate civilities that more well-bred Orlesians than herself might engage. She kissed Leliana on both cheeks, beaming at her as she let her free from her hold. “Leli! It is so wonderful to see you!”
Thibault had bolted over by this point and was gambolling around Leliana, barking happily. Nicolette grinned at her friend, her enthusiasm barely more restrained than her hound’s and entirely ignoring the gawking crowds around them. “What brings you to Kirkwall?”
How Nicolette reacted to her arrival warmed Leliana's heart. Ever the professional, she maintained the final note of the song, much to the delight of her audience, but she did not linger too long to enjoy their applause. Making straight for Leliana, Nicolette gifted her two kisses in warm welcome, her pretty features enhanced with the bright smile she wore.
“Leli! It is so wonderful to see you!”
Thibault added his own greetings, prancing around the two women and barking all the while. Kneeling down in front of him,Leliana opened her arms and allowed the dog to lick at her cheek, her expression contorting into disgusted delight. Only once she had thoroughly acknowledged the dog did she stand again and focused upon Nicolette.
"What brings you to Kirkwall?" Nicolette enquired with an enthusiasm which Leliana always admired. It was important for a minstrel to be as entertained in her songs and stories as any of her audience.
"I often think of the refugees who fled here from Ferelden," Leliana replied, truth ever present in her words. "I thought it was time I actually visited to offer what assistance I can to those who would accept it."
She hooked her arm through Nicolette's and guided the other woman to a nearby empty table. It had only two chairs so it would be a bold person indeed who attempted to intrude on their conversation. "Will you eat with me?" She sat down at the table, eyes bright as she regarded Nicolette. "And tell me all your news, of course."
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Post by Nicolette O'Hara on Mar 25, 2017 9:36:06 GMT -5
Leliana greeted Nicolette and Thibault with apparently equal enthusiasm, receiving kisses from both and not seeming to mind that Thibault’s were considerably more slobbery. One of the things Nicolette liked about her friend was how she treated Thibault with almost the same level of affection that Nicolette showed him. Only when Thibault was done bathing Leliana’s face did Nicolette ask what had brought Leliana to Kirkwall.
“I often think of the refugees who fled here from Ferelden. I thought it was time I actually visited to offer what assistance I can to those who would accept it.”
Nicolette smiled broadly. “Still just as generously hearted as ever, Leli. I swear you are too good for Thedas sometimes.” There was a note of teasing to her voice; she and Leliana had played more than a few pranks on each other before now and she knew that behind those bright eyes lay a calculating mind that could find precisely the moment when Nicolette was most distracted to push some snow down her back and make her shriek. And yet she had been one of the most genuinely kind people Nicolette knew. It was part of what made her fun.
They linked arms and walked towards the nearest empty table. They were already attracting some attention but Leliana had chosen well; should anybody approach them they would both be aware of it in advance. “Will you eat with me?” As if that was even a question. Nicolette nodded and ordered a cider from a passing waitress, aware that she was still smiling fully. She had made a number of friends across Thedas but it was not all that common to run into them by chance, and she had adored Leliana. “And tell me all your news, of course.”
“But of course! I have accumulated quite a few exciting stories since we last met. And one that still leaves me full of gratitude. My little brother fell severely ill some months ago, but he finally recovered and is well on the way to full strength. I spent some time in Val Royeaux with my family while he was being treated; while an anxious time, it was good to be back with them for a while.” She could have stayed there, but the road had beckoned again. “After that I had heard a few interesting tales of Kirkwall, so I decided to come here for a while. So far it has not disappointed.”
Her cider and Leliana’s drink arrived swiftly and Nicolette took a draught before speaking again. “Before that, I had a brief fling with a rather fetching huntress, but have since lost track of her. Oh, and I accidentally became embroiled in a plot involving stolen qunari powder.”
She thought it would be likely that Leliana would be intrigued and ask for more details, but first she touched the other woman’s wrist lightly. “And of you, Leli? What adventures have you been having since we were last together?”
Conversation would never be scarce between minstrels. Nicolette eagerly accepted the invitation to speak, bringing Leliana up to date with all her recent adventures. “But of course! I have accumulated quite a few exciting stories since we last met. And one that still leaves me full of gratitude. My little brother fell severely ill some months ago, but he finally recovered and is well on the way to full strength. I spent some time in Val Royeaux with my family while he was being treated; while an anxious time, it was good to be back with them for a while.” Nicolette paused to take breath. “After that I had heard a few interesting tales of Kirkwall, so I decided to come here for a while. So far it has not disappointed.”
The drinks were delivered to the table and Leliana accepted her, content to allow it to sit whilst the devoted her attention to her dear friend. Nicolette, unsurprisingly, required to wet her tongue before continuing. “Before that, I had a brief fling with a rather fetching huntress, but have since lost track of her. Oh, and I accidentally became embroiled in a plot involving stolen qunari powder.”
Leliana burst out laughing, eyes twinkling and her curiosity undoubtedly piqued. Ever the story-teller was Nicolette, no? Before she could encourage the woman to share more, Nicolette reached forward and brushed her fingers against Leliana's wrist. “And of you, Leli? What adventures have you been having since we were last together?”
"Oh, it has been quite uneventful, dear one," Leliana assured her, a teasing lilt to her voice. "But do not try these tricks with me! I wish to hear more of your stories; where shall we begin?" She tapped a finger against her pursed lips, contemplating the fine choice between romance and drama. "The stolen powder, I believe. I trust that all is now resolved?" She asked only so that she might be better prepared should Nicolette require her assistance; that the other woman had her loyalty did not need to be stated.
Glancing down beneath the table, Leliana smiled at Thibault. "You are the hero of the story, I have no doubt."
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Post by Nicolette O'Hara on Mar 27, 2017 2:04:12 GMT -5
Nicolette was used to Leliana gently diverting her from certain courses of conversation. At the beginning of their friendship, she had barely even known the other woman was doing it; later on she noticed it and complied with the distraction. She knew the tale of the Wardens quite well at this point and a fair few of the companions as well; she had heard stories about Leliana long before she had met her. She knew that she had been a bard and there had been something of a search for redemption in her request to join the Hero. Nicolette assumed the conversations being nudged aside had the potential to stir up some painful memories for the other woman, and rarely made an attempt to push the subject in question. So when Leliana declared the last two years ‘uneventful’, Nicolette prepared herself to tell a story.
Leliana had the choice of two tales to pick from, and she asked about the qunari powder, declaring that Thibault was likely the hero of the story. Nicolette smiled. “My knight in furry armour was asleep the entire time.”
At the time, in the real series of events, she had spent most of it terrified. But time let her damp down the memories of it and she had developed a more palatable version for sharing with others. She made sure she was sitting comfortably, and began.
She told her of Ahman, the dashing man who had charmed her in a tavern with a tale of stolen qunari powder and then been turned to think she was a spy. She told of how the man had drugged her and a stranger from the tavern had tried to come to her rescue. How they had both woken in the dark, tied to chairs in the warehouse. “I had thought he was exaggerating, but all twenty barrels were there! We checked inside and while I have never smelt gaatlok before, the black powder definitely looked explosive.”
She continued on, highlighting how Maeva had freed them both with just a nail and then they had laid a trap for their captors. With herself as the damsel in distress, she had hammered and howled at the door until the men came in to silence her and Maeva attacked with one of their chairs. “Then more men came in, baring torches! One of them waved his at us and an errant spark leapt from it to catch upon some oil on the floor. Everything became quite chaotic after that. Maeva and I ran as fast as we could. And then…”
The warehouse had exploded. How she and Maeva had not been reduced to ash, she did not know, but she had to assume that at least some of the gaatlok had been fake as otherwise the fireball would have flattened the entire neighbourhood. For good measure she made up a passionate embrace between herself and Maeva in celebration of the fact that they were both still alive, even though in reality both of them were happy to see the backs of each other after everything.
She sat back in her seat, satisfied as she usually felt after a good storytelling. “So yes, the matter was fully resolved. And I am still in one piece as ever, despite the attempts of the universe.” Leliana had heard more than one of her stories before about how she had nearly died only to be pulled back from the brink just in time. Nicolette tried not to think about that detail too much.
An epic tale, indeed. Sitting in her chair, warmed by the fire, Leliana listened in rapt attention to the story which Nicolette wove for her. So many believed that entertaining with stories and song was a simple thing. That was the fault of minstrels such as Nicolette. She possessed such skill for her craft that it appeared effortless. Rarely did Leliana encounter those who could hold her attention so perfectly, yet this delightful woman was one. She counted herself blessed indeed for Nicolette to consider her as a friend.
“So yes, the matter was fully resolved. And I am still in one piece as ever, despite the attempts of the universe," the other woman concluded, sitting back in her chair.
With a delighted laugh, Leliana clapped her hands in audible appreciation, her eyes shining. "Oh! That was wonderful," she enthused. "I have missed your stories, Nicolette. Come, tell me the other!" She giggled as she curled her legs beneath her whilst remaining in the chair. "Your fetching huntress, I do believe?"
Before Nicolette could begin, however, the barmaid arrived with their order of food. Unwilling to deprive her friend of sustenance, and wishing to devote her complete attention upon so important a story, Leliana waved away the request with a gentle flick of her wrist. "Later," she sighed, somewhat mournfully. "When we are both fed and rested." Her expression brightened as she opted for more recent news, "and what are your plans for the next few weeks?"
Post by Nicolette O'Hara on Mar 30, 2017 23:34:23 GMT -5
Nicolette had successfully downplayed the crippling terror-stricken parts of her adventure while highlighting the more exciting parts. Leliana had listened spell bound throughout and now she clapped her hands and exclaimed in delight. “I have missed your stories, Nicolette. Come, tell me the other! Your fetching huntress, I do believe?”
Thinking of Ena did make Nicolette somewhat sad but she could easily draw joyful tales from their brief time together. She thought Leliana would enjoy the tale of their first meeting, but their food had arrived and, ever the considerate friend, Leliana declared that they needed sustenance first. “When we are both fed and rested.”
Nicolette dug in. Marcher food was different from that of Ferelden; there were more spices, courtesy of trade with Rivain and Antiva, but it had some of the stodginess of the southern countries. The stew was richly flavoured and thick with small dumplings, perfect for a hungry minstrel. Just because epic tales were on pause for the moment, however, did not mean that conversation was. Leliana brightened once more. “And what are your plans for the next few weeks?”
Nicolette beamed. “I am here mostly for new stories. And songs. I want to find as many of them as I can. And…” she blushed slightly. “I heard a rumour that Varric Tethras lives in this city and frequents Lowtown. I am an admirer of his work and would very much like the chance to meet him.” She was not normally the sort of person who went off in search of famous authors, but Varric was already something of a legend and she would like to see if the man was as charismatic as came across in his stories.
She smiled. “I also received an offer of patronage within my first few weeks here and have accepted it, for the first time in my life. I need to learn a fair amount of Antivan chamber music for it, however.”
She looked down at her stew for a moment, and then up at Leliana. “If you want another pair of hands to help you with the refugees, by the way – do feel that you can call on me. Sometimes I feel that I do not do enough to help strangers.”
Revelling in the quality of the food which was served, Leliana took great pleasure in savouring each mouthful of rich stew, enjoying the addition of the dumplings to add an additional texture. She made sure to eat at a steady pace so that she did not become overly wearied once the meal was finished. There was a story of romancing a huntress to hear!
Nicolette was eager to share her news. “I am here mostly for new stories. And songs. I want to find as many of them as I can. And…” A pretty pink boomed across the woman's cheeks. “I heard a rumour that Varric Tethras lives in this city and frequents Lowtown. I am an admirer of his work and would very much like the chance to meet him.” A soft laugh bubbled up from Leliana at the admission. She, too, had read the stories written by the famous, or infamous, Varric Tethras. The bawdiness of his tales was indeed difficult to rival.
"I hope you find him, dear one," she winked at Nicolette, fun of fun. "Every first meeting is a story, no? You will need to tell of me of it the next time we meet."
Ever aware of her audience, Nicolette pressed on. “I also received an offer of patronage within my first few weeks here and have accepted it, for the first time in my life. I need to learn a fair amount of Antivan chamber music for it, however.”
"It is well-deserved appointment," Leliana assured her. "I have had little reason to indulge in such music in recent times, but I will gladly help you where I can."
But there was evidently more on the young minstrel's mind than her own accomplishments. Ducking her head, Nicolette concentrated upon her stew before coming to a decision, her chin raising once more as she met Leliana's eye. “If you want another pair of hands to help you with the refugees, by the way – do feel that you can call on me. Sometimes I feel that I do not do enough to help strangers.”
Oh, but there was little to be done to help this particular refugee. The meeting with Ser Cullen revealed that he was a man who would come to his own decisions. Leliana could only wait and see what the immediate future held with regards her association with the Knight-Captain. "Of course I will," she nodded at the woman's request. "I will not be lingering long in Kirkwall this time, but I will seek you out upon my return. If two such as we cannot raise spirits, we are poor examples of our craft, no?"
Settling in her chair once more, her plate scraped clean, Leliana lifted her mug to her lips and took a sip. "Now then, the story of your huntress; will you share it with me?" Yet before Nicolette could so much as agree or decline, a disagreement broke out near the door where two young men were scuffling with the guards hired by the proprietor to defuse such situations.
"I'm telling you! The stew is poisoned! I'm trying to do the right thing! I overheard someone say it just now out on the street!"
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Post by Nicolette O'Hara on Apr 2, 2017 0:28:36 GMT -5
Nicolette had every intention of telling Leliana everything should she manage to engineer a meeting with Varric Tethras. In truth, she was not sure what she would actually say to him, but apparently he was a gregarious man and it was easy to strike up a conversation with him. Hopefully they could trade outrageous lies masquerading as stories and she would have a few tales to carry back to her friend. But with that meeting yet to happen, she turned to the facts of her life and told Leliana about her potential appointment with Valerio.
“It is a well-deserved appointment.” Leliana assured her. “I have had little reason to indulge in such music in recent times, but I will gladly help you where I can.”
That was Leliana’s way. She had such a good heart and was always so generous. Nicolette looked up to her and sometimes found herself wanting in comparison. Right now her conscience twinged at her and prodded her to offer up some support, should Leliana want it. “Of course I will. I will not be lingering long in Kirkwall this time-” Nicolette had expected as much, but it was still a shame – “But I will seek you out upon my return. If two such as we cannot raise spirits, we are poor examples of our craft, no?”
Nicolette giggled softly. “Quite so. The pair of us should prove quite the distraction.”
Their food was finished, and Leliana relaxed back in her chair. “Now then, the story of your huntress; will you share it with me?”
Nicolette drew breath, but had no time to do more; raised voices near the doorway caught her attention. A man was yelling and two of the men on the door were trying to wrestle him back out onto the street.
“I’m telling you! The stew is poisoned! I’m trying to do the right thing! I overheard someone say it just now out on the street.”
Nicolette looked down at her bowl, scraped as clean as Leliana’s, and paled. Her stomach started to churn, although that had to be from fright, rather than an actual symptom. She glanced up at her friend. “He has to be mistaken, yes? Who would poison a vat of stew? They would risk killing or injuring every person who ate from it.”
Leliana was a bard. She was much more knowledgeable about these things than Nicolette was, and if they had cause to be worried she would know what to do. If there was anything they could do.
Lies. The certainty of the falsehood filled Leliana just as the stodgy warmth of the stew itself had done. No poisoner would adopt such a sloppy method; no amateur would be so bold. So what of the rumour? An interesting means of creating panic, indeed.
Nicolette was already caught up in the lie, however. “He has to be mistaken, yes? Who would poison a vat of stew? They would risk killing or injuring every person who ate from it.”
Yet before Leliana rose from the table, she leant across and placed her hand over Nicolette's and squeezed in reassurance. "All is well, dear one," she whispered, flashing the panicked woman a smile. "There is no poison, I promise you." Only rarely was Leliana proven wrong. This would not be one example of such a time.
Sweeping up from her seat, Leliana strode towards the doorway. Her demeanour was of an Orlesian noblewoman, or a companion of the Hero of Ferelden, or simply one who would be heeded. She tapped the two men who attempted to restrain the third on their shoulders. They glanced back and then hastily stepped backwards, leaving the other man dishevelled and gasping from the efforts.
"Who told you this?" she demanded of the man, her eyes narrowed and her voice sharp. "I have eaten this stew. Do you know who I am?" Even in Kirkwall, the story of the Hero of Ferelden was not one which was unfamiliar. She did not usually trade on it, but time was of the essence. Whoever had spread this rumour should be apprehended.
Post by Nicolette O'Hara on Apr 6, 2017 3:41:06 GMT -5
Leliana squeezed Nicolette’s fingers softly, assuring her that any talk of poison was just that. Talk. The stirring in Nicolette’s stomach settled a little. She had heard of poison being put in food, of course, but to try it in such a place as here would be distinctly risky. Not only might the dish that had been tampered with might be picked up and delivered to the wrong person, but to poison everyone in the tavern would incite a riot and still might not actually kill the intended target. It was still somewhat startling to hear it said about a meal she had eaten.
Her friend rose and strode towards the door. Nicolette followed and watched the other woman with fascination. She had seen Leliana’s skill with archery before, and listened to her tales of being a bard and a companion of the Wardens, but it was the first time she had ever seen Leliana pull on that cloak of authority. She glided across the room and seemed to grow as she went. The sheer power of her personality alone had the two bouncers release the man they had been holding.
“Who told you this?” Leliana spoke sharply to the man. “I have eaten this stew. Do you know who I am?”
The young man gulped as he looked up at her. “Yes, messere. You are Leliana. And I heard that some people in Kirkwall wanted to end your life. They mentioned poisoning the food.”
Nicolette had fallen into place behind Leliana now. She did not want to interfere with her friend’s methods. If there was one thing she knew about bards, it was that they could get information from people without even trying. But she was curious about what was going on. It was not the action of a skilled assassin to speak openly on the street about their plan.
The man went on. “They were arranging to meet after the deed was done. But as you live, they must not have done it. Perhaps they are meeting now, in the same place! I can show you where to go; perhaps you can catch them!”
Nicolette eyed him. A bard she was not, but his delivery was sloppy. If he were a storyteller, she would already be giving him notes about pacing and suspension of disbelief. Her personal misgivings were running high right now. “This feels extraordinarily like a trap.”
A conclusion that Leliana would likely have come to herself by now. But surely they had not thought a highly trained bard would fall for such an obvious ruse? Maybe there was more to it.
The young man did indeed know of the red-headed Orlesian Bard. “Yes, messere. You are Leliana," he almost cowered in front of her. "And I heard that some people in Kirkwall wanted to end your life. They mentioned poisoning the food.”
This was absurd. She had only been within the city of Kirkwall for a day. Her arrival had been communicated only to those whom she had contracted to elicit information regarding Ser Cullen. For a poisoner to have discovered her whereabouts and taken action to harm her meant that one of her network had betrayed her. Yet even her least experienced contact could have planned a far more sophisticated attempt upon her life than this. What was going on?
“They were arranging to meet after the deed was done. But as you live, they must not have done it. Perhaps they are meeting now, in the same place! I can show you where to go; perhaps you can catch them!”
Her expression smoothed out. She would not permit this man, whoever he may be, to learn anything of her thoughts from her face. Glancing over her shoulder, Leliana looked to Nicolette, curious as to what the younger woman might make of this scene. Scepticism was written plainly across her features. “This feels extraordinarily like a trap.”
Yes, it does. Leliana agreed but would not speak it in front of their audience. But why? Even a talented Bard such as she was not invincible. Why would her opponent go to such questionable lengths? There had to be more to this ruse.
A flutter of excitement made itself known in the pit of her stomach. It had been some time since Leliana had truly tested her skills against a worthy foe. By forcing her to question all of this, whoever had orchestrated the situation was deserving of her interest at least. Regardless, if she had been betrayed, that broken link required immediate attention.
"Do you and Thibault wish to accompany me?" she enquired of Nicolette, allowing warmth to flicker across her expression for a fleeting moment. "Perhaps we will uncover a new tale to sing together."
Post by Nicolette O'Hara on Apr 9, 2017 10:57:38 GMT -5
Leliana was silent for a few moments. Nicolette had seen merriment and sadness alike in those blue eyes before but now she was utterly unable to read her friend. A cold mask had covered Leliana’s features and Nicolette waited for the bard’s solution to this situation. Ignore or investigate?
Whatever she had thought Leliana might do, she was not expecting what she offered. “Do you and Thibault wish to accompany me?” Her expression was calm, warm, even. “Perhaps we will uncover a new tale to sing together.”
Normally Nicolette’s instant response would be to demur. She was surprised that Leliana had even offered. They knew each other well enough by now that Leliana was fully aware of Nicolette’s trepidation over more clandestine happenings. But in that case, for her to offer meant she must not think it that big a risk, yes? That aside, it would be quite exciting to see how Leliana conducted herself during the investigation.
After considering for a few seconds, she returned Leliana’s smile. “Perhaps we might, indeed.” Hopefully one with a happy ending. “If you would give me a moment, however? I must fetch my daggers from my room.” Hopefully she would not have to draw them, but it would be safer with.
The young man was looking increasingly agitated by the time she returned. “We are wasting time,” he was informing Leliana tersely. “I thought you would appreciate that we should have gone as soon as I arrived.” He was eyeing Thibault nervously. If he had indeed been sent to draw Leliana into a trap, which would indicate incredible speed on behalf of somebody, he had probably not been anticipating the presence of another person, let alone a very large dog.
There was much to praise about Nicolette and her talents, certainly Leliana would not tolerate an unkind word to be said against her, but there still remained her instinctive aversion to trouble. In most instances, it was a useful trait for the young woman to have, and Leliana did not doubt that it had protected her on many occasion. Yet if Nicolette was to call Kirkwall her home, for however long she remained within its walls, it was vital that she understand the importance of holding her own. This would be a way through which to show how she might use her variety of skills to ensure that none thought to prey upon her.
Pity those who do.
Of this, Leliana said nothing to Nicolette directly. She merely nodded when the young woman indicated that she would fetch her weapons from her room. Perfectly at peace with herself as she waited, Leliana studied their escort, noting how his agitation grew with each passing moment. By the time Nicolette returned, he was practically dancing on the spot with desperation to be gone.
“We are wasting time,” he snapped at Leliana. Another interesting detail. "I thought you would appreciate that we should have gone as soon as I arrived.” A wary glance flew towards Thibault. How curious.
Nicolette, however, was eager. “Shall we go?”
"But of course, dear one," Leliana offered her a pretty smile, threading her arm through that of the other woman. "Quite the adventure, no?"
The man hastened onto the street and beckoned that the two women should follow at once, running off at a pace. Leliana resisted the urge to hurry and pulled Nicolette back so that they walked at a sedate pace, as though enjoying a leisurely stroll through the City of Chains. A notion as absurd as this apparent trap.
"Do not allow Thibault to get too far ahead of us," Leliana murmured to Nicolette, mindful of the safety of all under her care. "We will remain together." She turned her head and caught the eye of the other woman in the dusky gloom of late evening. "I do not wish to fight, Nicolette." No, if that was required, she would do so of her own accord. "I want to know more of this situation. Together, we will use our talents as storytellers to unravel this weave of a tale." She patted the arm of the other woman. "If the situation becomes dangerous, you and Thibault must leave at once. Promise me."
Cyn: No posts this weekend, sorry! It's D&D crunch time and I've gotta write half a campaign by noon tomorrow or I'm so very screwed
Sept 9, 2017 20:49:59 GMT -5
JWhitey: Is anyone around?
Sept 10, 2017 1:11:36 GMT -5
Innes Cameron: Hello, JWhitey! If you need to speak to someone, PM one of the Staff directly (if you haven't already!) ;D
Sept 10, 2017 4:39:25 GMT -5
JWhiteyGames: Hello! And thanks! I did. I was just looking to see if anyone was on in general. After reading the guidelines and peeking a bit more though, I realized the box isn't used the same as before.
Sept 10, 2017 13:58:14 GMT -5
ann: *peeks head in* So, returning rp'er to the dragon age universe. I was wondering who of the staff one should poke about character concept? Just to run it by and get and oki.
Sept 17, 2017 11:35:05 GMT -5
Innes Cameron: Welcome to WV, ann! Feel free to PM any of us about a character concept and we'll get back to you shortly. If we need to consult with the other Staff about the idea first, we'll let you know ;D
Sept 17, 2017 14:01:09 GMT -5
Marius Whitby: If you're looking at a templar character, hit me up!
Sept 17, 2017 20:28:15 GMT -5
ann: I was originally but given the current state of timeline I went with a slightly different route^^ will keep it in mind, Marius!
Sept 18, 2017 12:00:52 GMT -5
Cyan: Wow I'm surprised this site is still active. Good job people.
Sept 19, 2017 20:49:59 GMT -5
Cyn: Don't thank us, thank Kahrin Quirke Ainsley, she's the one running around here putting out fires and fixing up hull breaches with duct tape.
Sept 19, 2017 21:52:11 GMT -5
hanamene: New to the game! Just wanted to say hello whilst I build my char profile. Any updates to the game's world state I ought to know about? In addition to the OOC info threads, I mean - i.e. active/major story-lines to consider. PM me for the latter.
Sept 20, 2017 12:07:39 GMT -5
Leliana: Welcome to WV, hanamene! If you check out the various links beneath 'Site Links' on the left hand side, that will give you all the information you need to know! If you have specific queries, however, please contact a member of staff.
Sept 20, 2017 12:55:22 GMT -5