Post by Innes Cameron on Sept 18, 2017 1:51:00 GMT -5
I can actually NPC some Guards if needed on my fancy NPC Guard account LOL.
I imagine Innes can act as a point of contact between Arl Eideard and the City Guard. It depends on what's needed by Merri and Conrad.
I think we talked way back that Conrad would introduce Merri to Innes as a means of kicking off an investigation? Not sure if that's still the way forward or if we should cut straight to Eideard somehow?
Post by Innes Cameron on Sept 17, 2017 10:51:20 GMT -5
Oh, the sheer indignity that Innes should know precisely what Kahrin was to suggest even before she suggested it! His shoulders shook with suppressed laughter at her little show of outrage, her face twisting as she played out her great offence at his words. Maker, it was akin to Innes claiming he put no credence in fairy tales. She remembered that they had met one another, right?
Thankfully, Kahrin came to a similar conclusion all by herself. With a dismissive flick of her hand, she let out a sigh which communicated just how very hard done by she was. "Tease," she added beneath her breath, just in case Innes had not worked out the extent of her displeasure.
Well, there was only one response to that. "I can stop....?" Innes offered, all breathy innocence and batting of eye lashes. Maker, he shouldn't be as good at that as he was. Blame his theatrical side.
Not that Kahrin was a stranger to such demonstrations. Ignoring him (which was the best option, really), she turned her attention to the problem at hand. With the toe of her boot, she scraped along the floor of the ancient fortress and he knew by the subtle shift of her shoulders when she happened upon an idea which would likely lead to a solution. Crouching down, Kahrin grabbed a handful of stone chips, weighing them in her hand as a test, before straightening and aburptly shoving the stones into his pocket.
Innes let out a yelp as he wriggled away from her. Really, a man's pocket should remain his and his alone. What sort of fresh indecency against his person was this? And what in the Maker's name did he need sharp little stones near... certain other stones... anyway?
At once, Kahrin held her finger to her lips, the glee in her eye all but confirming that she had known precisely what she had done. Oh, so it was that important to chastise him over making noise, was it? Just wait until he got her alone. He was going to tickle her until she screamed herself to death. That'd serve her right.
But for now, it was more important to reach the rooftop. Ducking down, Kahrin gathered another handful of stones and then crept to the very edge of the wall so that she could peek around the corner. Taking a moment to judge the distance, she raised her hand and then threw the stones over the heads of the guards, aiming for the other stairs behind them. As she had evidently anticipated, the pair moved off to dutifully investigate the unusual noise, but Innes knew there would be no real urgency to it. There was nothing on the roof which would warrant anyone but perfect fools sneaking up. And that included during the Fifth Blight.
Before Innes could muse further on just what possessed anyone to charge up numerous flights of stairs to tackle a dragon (and therein was the reason why Grey Wardens were heroes), Kahrin snatched at his hand and hauled him from their hiding place and across the corridor. But for all her initial confidence, she suddenly slowed and took refuse between him and the wall, slapping him across the arse by way of passing the buck to him for getting them out of this half-baked scheme of hers. Well, it had been his idea to come up to the roof of Fort Drakon, but this particular sneaking incident was all Kahrin.
"You're going to get us in so much trouble," he reproached her, all disapproving growl... and a clear glimmer in his eyes. Without warning, he snatched her up and threw her over his shoulder as he covered the remaining distance to the stairs, climbing up them two at a time so they were well out of sight by the time the first set of guards returned to their post. Well, if Kahrin wished a best friend who did not treat her like a sack of potatoes when it was handy to do so, she need to befriend someone other than a tall warrior type.
Yet since Innes did not truly regard Kahrin as anything other than one of the most important people in his life (though sacks of potatoes also held a special place in his heart, depending on how hungry he was), as soon as they were obscured from sight once more, he stopped and gently set her back down on her feet. "You can scold me later," he informed her, not willing to waste time with bickering.
His hand dug in his pocket for the little stones Kahrin had deposited there. But nothing would convince him that she had actually done so with any other intention than to fluster him. Repeating her trick with the next set of guards, Innes pulled Kahrin after him as they raced up the last flight of stairs to the large wooden doors which were bolted shut against the constant gale which blew around the very top of the tower. Fortunately, a smaller door had been cut into the larger one to aid with routine patrols.
Innes drew back the bolt and hustled Kahrin through, stepping out after her and jamming the door shut. Maker, if someone should bolt it from the other side... No, sensible thoughts like that were not for days like these. Maybe a griffon would fly past and rescue them if they did become locked out up here.
Turning, he looked to Kahrin and grinned. "High enough?" he asked, raising his voice to be heard above the wind. He gestured that she should follow him to a particular spot which was further elevated by a few stone steps. It was difficult to imagine that an Archdemon had been defeated in such non-descript surroundings but the Blight was not something which Innes wanted to dwell on today.
"Look," he placed his hands on her shoulders and maneuvered Kahrin between the spaces of the ramparts so she might see out over the city and in the direction he indicated. "Amaranthine is over there," he explained, a hint of a bashful smile on his face. Then with a slight chuckle, "eventually, anyway. But if I was wondering how you were, I looked out in that direction anyway." He half-turned and pointed to another spot far across the rooftop. "That's the direction for Western Hills." A thought occurred to him and Innes brightened, his eyes flicking about the rooftop as he gathered his bearings. "Let's see which wall would look towards Blackwood, hm?"
Post by Innes Cameron on Sept 16, 2017 15:00:43 GMT -5
Having little idea of what Kiley was doing with her cosmetics, Innes could do little else but place himself in her capable hands. Her touch was gentle as she applied what felt to be a bold line over his upper lid with her brush and the movement of her hand suggested a intricate pattern which would draw additional admiring glances. Or so he hoped.
When he asked about her connections to the host, Kiley briefly raised her gaze from her work to meet his other eye, acknowledging the question with a slight nod.
"An acquaintance really," she revealed. "We’ve had a few laughs together in some taverns in town. He’d be sorely put out if I told you which ones though. Not all nobles want to be known when they go to have fun." Well, that was understandable. Admittedly, it was a pain in the arse when chaos inevitably ensued and suddenly the City Guard were expected to scramble to assist in protecting a noble whom they had no idea was even out in the city. But such was the life of a Guard.
Besides, how could he complain when Kiley appeared utterly captivated over the fact she could pass on such information? He chuckled beneath his breath at her evident delight. Surrendering his movements to her direction, Innes obligingly altered the angle of his head so that she could continue to apply the makeup to his lower lid.
"But you know this only by proxy, of course," he continued to tease her. As if. Young as he might be in the grand scheme of things, Innes still recognised a mischief-maker when he met one. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone that you haven't really joined him on his jaunts in the taverns."
But Kiley did not rise to the gentle taunting. "What of you?" she turned attention to Innes himself. "It seems your benefactor chose quite a salesman for such an event. Is that what you do? Entice people to make her acquaintance and see her designs?" She released her hold and Innes lowered his head but kept his eye closed as instructed and then raised his brows... for Maker only knew what reason. Makeup was not his forte.
"Emilia is a friend," he admitted, seeing no harm in sharing his secret with his now co-conspirator. Without Kiley's ready assistance, he would not be able to garner further attention from the guests through these particularly unique means. She deserved an explanation. "I used to accompany her to social events when I was younger just because she wanted an escort. But she soon worked out that I drew attention simply because I wasn't nobility. So we worked out how I could help her with securing commissions for her jewellery designs." There was no real underhand aspect to it. She had tutored him on how to behave and address the guests at the various events so that no offence would be caused. Now? It was second nature for the most part.
His mouth twitched into another grin. "I hope you are not scandalised to discover you are in the company of someone common born, Lady Daire." He doubted it. Someone who 'slummed' in the taverns with incognito nobles probably enjoyed the rougher edges of life. Not that Innes was particularly rough with his manners and the like... but the point remained.
Post by Innes Cameron on Sept 16, 2017 13:31:25 GMT -5
There was a streak of mischievousness in Innes which rather enjoyed the surprise that often followed his demonstration of the Orlesian tongue. Particularly when that surprise was painted upon the face of one such as this noblewoman. He had no idea of her proper title but it was evident in the luxuriousness of her carriage that she possessed a great deal of wealth. He could only presume that she was well-travelled which only made the fact that a lone guardsman in Denerim had provided a point of interest all the more entertaining. Ego and all that.
"Merci Monsieur, and what a welcome it was indeed. I shall have to thank the King for his welcoming party personally, how he knew angry unwashed mobs were my favourite I don't know!" The noblewoman called over her shoulder as she ascended into her carriage.
Turning, Innes strode towards the horses, biting the inside of his cheek to prevent his expression giving away his amusement. He was not overly familiar with Orlesians but what Fereldan did not know the arrogance of the citizens of their neighbouring country? He rather admired that the Dowager - for he overheard her footmen muttering between themselves - could clearly not care less that she was a one woman invasion in the main city of Ferelden.
He may have altered his opinion had he caught the way she stole a glance at his arse.
With the Dowager hidden with her carriage and Innes walking at the front with the horses, the crowd begrudgingly parted to allow them to depart from the docks. There were still a few catcalls and a few mud balls thrown but all in all, disaster was successfully averted.
Safe on the main roads through the city, the horses were pulled to a halt and the door of the carriage opened as the Dowager called to Innes directly. "Many thanks for your protection, but do save your soles… Get in." No option there, then.
Turning smartly on heel once again, Innes retraced his last few steps until he reached the carriage door and stepped into the extravagant mode of transport. He could honestly say he had never sat in such an exquisite thing, be that another carriage or even house.
"I was only performing my duty, my lady," Innes seated himself opposite the woman. "My name is Innes; I am one of Arl Clacher's guardsmen. May I presume that you intend to visit the Arl of Denerim?" Even if she did not, he had dropped enough information that a noblewoman such as this would pick up on the importance of recognising Arl Eideard during her visit. Yes, there was the King. But the Arl commanded the city.
He remained perched on the edge of the cushioned bench, ready to jump out at a moment's notice. "Until then, perhaps I can offer my assistance in terms of where you might wish to travel? I know this city as well as I know anything. I should be able to tell you anything you need to know."
Post by Innes Cameron on Sept 15, 2017 20:25:31 GMT -5
Apparently pie was something which was easily found in a kitchen belonging to the Clacher family. Finding his feet, Arl Eideard confided to Innes that such tasty morsels could be found if one was so inclined to search the kitchens in the appropriate places. But it was when Innes enquired over whether this had happened before that the Arl stopped in front of the door, his brow furrowed in thought.
"Ah, since the war. The Blight. Some," his speech was fragmented but he was mostly steady on his feet as they exited the study and proceeded down the hallway. "I get lost,” and there was a sense of embarrassment in his voice. "The dreams feel real, mix with memories."
Innes remained quiet. Any soldiers or guardsmen who had exhibited those symptoms after the Blight were swiftly removed from their duties without so much as a second thought. Oftentimes, they would disappear without a trace, though he supposed that if he had tried, and probably not even that hard, he would have been able to track them down. But regretting his past decisions was hardly helpful in this moment. What to do here and now to benefit Arl Eideard? He had no real idea. Just common sense and a pinch of hope.
Arriving at the kitchens, Innes stood to one side and allowed the Arl to demonstrate his supreme pie-locating skills. "Have you ever found yourself outside, my lord?" he asked, his thoughts returning to the practicalities of the Arl's... condition. "I would be concerned for your safety if so." He cleared his throat, his tone hardening a fraction. "If I may, I would like to report this to the Guard-Captain. I don't agree that the guards outside your rooms should let you wander unescorted."
While Eideard conducted his search, Innes turned to the matter of something to drink. There was a pitcher of... was that lemonade? Maybe Innes was sleepwalking. How likely was it that the scullery maids would have made lemonade? But there it was. Sitting out as though waiting for someone to walk past and grab it.
"A drink, my lord?" Innes asked, fetching down two cups and pouring a decent amount into each. Yet he still could not shake the sense that he should be able to do something for Arl Eideard which was proven to help the man whenever he suffered from these waking dreams.
"Is there anything which can be done to help with these turns, Arl Eideard?" He deliberately did not look towards the other man. It was awkward discussing such personal things and the Arl barely knew him. Innes knew that he would not be rushing to share such details if the positions were reversed. "Something a healer might have suggested?"
Post by Innes Cameron on Sept 15, 2017 20:24:43 GMT -5
With a wave of her hand, Nicolette made clear who her sole company might be. "He is my travelling companion. I usually am by myself, unless I am undertaking a long journey and attach myself to a caravan for safely. But I will be fine." If her smile was meant to reassure Innes, it fell somewhat short. From the way that the young woman seemed to sag, it was clear that the encounter had stolen much of her resilience. "I will have a drink, I think, and then retire for the evening."
"I can't think of a better idea," Innes smiled, hoping to encourage her to take it easy.
Yet his words seemed to give Nicolette reason to hesitate. "Perhaps you would like to join me for a drink, one day? It is the least I could do to thank you for your assistance today." Her smile relaxed into one which seemed more natural. "And you did not really see me at my best today."
"That also sounds like an excellent idea." If nothing else, it meant that Innes could ensure that La Corbeau did not take it into her head to follow after the young woman. Certainly, it seemed unlikely that Fox would ever prove a problem again. Speaking of whom...
They had just rounded the corner of one street which led into the market place. Innes pointed in the direction of the Gnawed Noble from which loud merriment could already be heard floating on the air. "There's your tavern. You'll be safe from here to there. I really do have to fetch some other Guards. I'll come by in a day or two and see if you're still staying there, yes?"
Beginning to step backwards, Innes made ready to take to his heels, intent on making for Fort Drakon before La Corbeau could vanish quite so completely for the city. He bowed his head with a little grin as he added, "C'était un plaisir de vous rencontrer, mademoiselle."
Post by Innes Cameron on Sept 15, 2017 20:22:36 GMT -5
"I know the king’s a Grey Warden, technically," Siali acknowledged but shook her head as she spoke, "but I didn’t really feel like I could just show up to that. I didn’t know him and being around all those nobles would have made me a bit jumpy. Think I might have got in trouble if I’d stabbed somebody out of reflex."
Innes snorted. "Well, you couldn't do something like that without me there. Who else would have dragged you out of trouble via a whole heap of more trouble?" He grinned widely at her, well-accustomed to how their best intentions usually led them to the very brink of disaster. But never quite over it! Or at least so far.
Having picked up the steps, Siali twirled in time with the other women and then rejoined Innes, completing the steps with a confidence which was admirable considering that half an hour ago, she hadn't even known she would be dancing at all.
"I haven’t actually been to a wedding since my own," she resumed the conversation without so much as a by your leave for dropping such a significant detail. Void take him, even though Innes had no real idea about Siali and her relationships, he still had never thought she might be married. "That was years ago. This is a bit different than an alienage wedding."
"Oh, I see." Well, Maker help him, what else was he to say? Innes completed a full set of dance steps before he found his voice again. "So, um, Wardens are expected to break ties, yes?" It wasn't really a question. He knew as much. Just because his previous hero-worship of the Order had been very much tainted by his acquaintance with certain members, it did not change the fact that he knew a selection of random details - which may or may not be true, depending on the reliability of the people he had spoken to or the books he had read.
"I actually haven't been to many weddings," Innes tried to make his fumbling conversation less awkward. "I'm not sure why. Not many of my friends seem to want to be married." He definitely did not want to be married; that wasn't what was important to him when it came to defining a relationship.
Post by Innes Cameron on Sept 15, 2017 20:20:56 GMT -5
Niamh was in agreement about the main topic of conversation throughout the room. "Cannae help it, yeah?" she observed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Which, if Innes thought it over a little more, it really was as simple as that. "Them Teyrn and Teryna skippin' about as they are would make 'nyone get lovesome thoughts." No doubt about that. Except Niamh was already onto something else. "But since we're on them topics 'an I gave ye such help, how 'bout you tell me summat special I ken do fer me own lass?" His head whipped round as Innes refocused on his companion, eyes wide in disbelief. There was nothing in the whole of Thedas which could convince him that the Dalish Warden truly deserved to own such an innocent smile as the one which currently sat upon her lips.
Two could play at that game. "Something special?" he repeated, lips thinning as he pursed them in thoughtfulness. "I take it you mean something similar to that lightning trick?" He rolled his shoulders in an apologetic shrug. "I'm afraid I don't have anything which could compete with that." Well, aside from never taking for granted the people who loved him and always striving to never place them in needless danger on account of his own personal crusades. But that probably wasn't what Niamh meant when she asked for something special. True enough, having basic care and respect for those most important in his life didn't seem that special at all, just bloody obvious.
"Anyway," his smile softened as he teased her good-naturedly, "from what you've said, it doesn't seem like you need any advice from me, Niamh. Every time you mention Lady Moira, you brighten even more." That much was true; it was clear to anyone that the Warden was very much taken with her noblewoman. "I can't imagine that she would want anything different to what you already do for her, lonesome times or otherwise."
Post by Innes Cameron on Sept 13, 2017 15:25:29 GMT -5
One of those little wicked smiles turned up the corners of Kahrin's mouth. "I guess we will," she acknowledged with that air of someone who had wished for something very naughty indeed. Innes might have worked himself up into knots over what she had wished... were it not for the fact that he knew, after six years of being in her company, that Kahrin kept a little space in her heart just for superstitions. She would not risk wasting an opportunity like this.
So his mouth rounded in feigned outrage and horror at her teasing words. It was all a part of the game; why not play the part? "See if I ever buy you a flower again." Of course he would. If it gave her something to scoff over - though always with that little light in her eye which reassured him that she was secretly pleased - then where was the harm? Although only for as long as Kahrin did not have someone else in her life who could buy her flowers she didn't-want-but-sort-of-did.
Unperturbed by his empty threat, Kahrin pressed on. "So, Pretty Mouth,” there was a fraction of a pause, "shall we jump?" Innes barked out his laughter and grabbed hold of her hand before Kahrin could take it into her head to make a silly point which they would both regret. Never mind that the fall into the water would likely hurt the pair of them. Just being in the water would be far worse. She was worse than him; his fears were more ship and ocean based as opposed to water in general, but he still wasn't volunteering to dive into the Drakon.
She seemed to follow his thought process with regards water. "Or find a different place to make trouble? Oh, excuse me, memories. As if those are different." She considered their options for a moment. "What’s the highest place you can get to?"
His eyes lit up. Maybe he was somewhat of a coward when it came to deep water and sailing on the ocean blue, but there was at least one thing for which Innes had a head. Heights. He knew precisely where he could take Kahrin. Not that it was strictly permitted...
"I'm breaking rules for you," he informed her, his grin big and bright. Oh, clearly there was such agony of conscience in his decision! Entwining his fingers in-between Kahrin's, Innes about turned and retraced their steps as he headed direct for Fort Drakon.
With a cheery wave to the guards standing on the main gate, Innes led Kahrin through the entrance and into the Fort proper, guiding her through the winding hallways and up the many flights of stairs. It was when they began to near the upper levels that Innes drew Kahrin closer to him, holding one finger to his lips as he slowed until they were huddled at a corner, obscured from the sight of the guards just down the corridor.
"The roof is technically out of bounds," he explained in a hushed whisper, leaning down to speak directly into her ear. "But it's not impossible to sneak up." A suppressed laugh reverberated through his chest. "I, um, might have broken a few rules before. Try not to be aghast." As if Kahrin did not already know that for certain people and certain reasons, Innes would break far more than just a few rules.
He nudged at her cheek with his nose. "Immediate problem," he continued, the low register making his voice rough, "is how we get past these guards. There's another pair of guards at the door to the roof itself." Raising a brow, Innes regarded Kahrin with mischief uppermost in his gaze. "Any ideas?" Then, because he also knew what kind of ideas which might pour forth, he added hastily, "none of which involve a major incident or the removal of articles of clothing for any reason." It was breezy up on the roof. He wanted all the layers he currently had on... to stay on.
Post by Innes Cameron on Sept 9, 2017 16:07:38 GMT -5
It hardly required the skills of an Orlesian Bard to realise that the young woman was badly shaken by what had happened. In response to his offer to escort her back to wherever she was staying for the night.
"I would appreciate that, monseuir," she agreed with a slight nod, though her voice trembled. "Just so I get home safely. I am at the Gnawed Noble." Her dog sensed her mood and nudged at her hand, whining gently.
Petting Thibault, Nicolette glanced up at Innes. "I never asked your name, m’seuir. I apologise for my manners, I was – somewhat distraught, when we first met." He smiled and shrugged off the apology. "Thank you so much for assisting me." Her own mouth curled up into a strained smile.
"You're very welcome." He half-laughed; now the danger was passed, even if he still had to fetch other Guards, Innes was able to seize upon his habitual good humour. "You'd be amazed how often I find myself in these situations. I'm just glad we found Thibault," he glanced down at the dog, "and none of us were hurt."
He cast a concerned eye over his companion. "My name is Innes, by the way. Are you sure you're going to be alright? Are you travelling with anyone that could look after you?"
Post by Innes Cameron on Sept 8, 2017 21:35:51 GMT -5
While Kiley made her assessment and prepared her cosmetics, Innes offered her explanation for his attendance at the soiree. Admittedly, his attire suggested that he was one of the many nobles who surrounded him, but no matter how mannerly he spoke, it would never obscure the commoner Western Hill-infused-with-Denerim accent he possessed. And even Emilia had drawn the line at elocution lessons when he was younger. Thank the Maker.
Holding his chin, Kiley chuckled at mention of avoiding mischief. "I think I would love to meet her. I’m always looking to expand my collection after all." Excellent. Emilia would be pleased. "Though, sad to say, I’m looking for mischief always. I promise to be on my best behavior when in her -- and your -- company though. Unless it is requested otherwise."
"I am certain there is nothing about you which hints at such scurrilous tendencies, my lady." There was the slightest twinkle in Innes' eye as he spoke, leaving it to Kiley to decide whether there was a gentle challenge in his words. Admittedly, her dress and make up suggested someone who enjoyed attention upon her. And when holding the eye of so many within the room, who wouldn't want to indulge in a little mischief?
If Kiley had any thoughts about what he had said, she kept it to herself with the skill expected of any noblewoman. Instead, she tilted her head and studied his face thoughtfully, pretty green eyes locked on his. "If you could shut your right eye for me, I will begin. I think something more abstract than what I am wearing will work for you."
"I am ever your obedient servant, Lady Daire." He was overdoing this, he knew. But there was fun to be had in playing this role which Emilia expected from him. And Kiley seemed to be one who appreciated a little fun and did not expect perfect manners at all times. Even Innes could find such demands tiring after a while.
Following her instruction, Innes did exactly as Kiley bid so that she could perform her magic with her brushes and powder and whatever else she had in that little bag. He had no idea what 'more abstract' might mean but he was content to defer to Kiley. Short of drawing something obscene on his face, there was nothing she could do which would truly offend. And if it did then a little water would soon wash it all off.
"Are you a close friend of Lord Laurent?" he enquired, more for the sake of conversation. It seemed unusual to Innes that the like of Kiley would attend a function such as this on her own.
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.
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