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Request a character (Now Playing & On Request are fair game) and Pick a Prompt if you want! You can also just leave me a blank header and I'll start with whatever I feel like is interesting. Feel free to tell me it sucks.
Request a character (Now Playing & On Request are fair game) and Pick a Prompt if you want! You can also just leave me a blank header and I'll start with whatever I feel like is interesting. Feel free to tell me it sucks.
soulless pls
warning to any passerbys that there are going to be spoilers
[ It was difficult to take time away, but not impossible. Luckily, the Inquisitor was understanding enough that even in war and the hard times upon them, Solas was at least allowed some travel on his own. He had asked for only a week, and he fully intended to live up to that promise. There were things he had to do with the Inquisition that were at the forefront of his attention, but as the Inquisition made its progress, and and another unusual apostate had come to reside in Skyhold (bringing with her quite an unusual artifact to match), Solas knew that things were moving forward quickly.
Like a stone given only a gentle touch on a slope, it was starting to roll ever faster, and so he felt he should be certain it would end up where it should.
Solas steps off the boat and gives his coin for the passage, but he wastes little time in heading to his destination. He's more vulnerable here than he would like, since this simply wasn't a place where one could openly carry a mage's staff, nor is it the best place to go with his ears uncovered by a cowl. Both of these things feel stifling, but that's just a part of why he was planning to keep his visit brief. Most of his time had been allotted for travel, because setting foot in the poverty-stricken city of Kirkwall was enough to make his expression turn slightly disgusted as he made his way towards the alienage. If nothing else, he was glad that the business of a city like this meant that no one particularly paid him any mind.
It takes a bit of wandering through the mazelike streets of Kirkwall's lower portions until he finds it, making his way down steps (and noticing with distaste the iron gates shut at night to keep the People in a cafe), but the sight of the vhenadahl is still a welcome one compared to the grime everywhere else. It's still sad to him, that this would be the only thing remembered of what these people were, if they had ever even heard a too-often repeated tale of it. In a way, that was why he was here, though he wouldn't admit that to anyone. Finally feeling more comfortable, he pulls the cowl down, but his way is purposeful, and the house is just where it was said to be. It sticks out as a place of importance, since he had heard that the woman that lived there had taken up the role of looking after these people.
...Considering what had led him here, he wonders if that was how she had chosen to repent.
No matter. He stops at her house, ignoring the stares of the other elves, wary of a stranger, and he simply knocks. It's loud enough to be heard, but not the harsh, threatening knock of a city guard. ]
no subject
she finally felt like she had found a place she was needed. an alcove, a tiny speck on thedas that she was both useful and appreciated. as one of the few people both able and willing to stay and allay the elven refugees of kirkwall, she began to think of elves more as one than she ever had. she felt camaraderie with the city elves in a way that she had not expected to, and felt that the unity of all elves — dalish, city, or something else, was integral to their race.
today, she hadn't expected to encounter that 'something else.'
hearing a light rapping at her door, she gasps, looking behind her shoulder to it, then to a cloak she had lying across a wooden chair. she wrapped herself in it, approaching the door, her hand hovering over the knob. this place, despite the chaos, still was not safe for someone like her. she turned her hand to look at the scars on her palm for a moment, pulling her glove down to cover them sufficiently. she opened the door. ]
Hello? My, I wasn't expecting any visitors today. May I help you?
[ her saccharine tone is tinged with some forwardness. it was pretty obvious, given that she was peeking from around the half opened door, that she wanted to get to the point, especially given how.. unsettling the other elf seemed. he carried himself in ways foreign to city elves, but his face did not bare any telltale vallaslin. curious, she thought. ]
no subject
[ The greeting comes first, and with a friendly, polite smile and an equally polite bow of his head. Even if he was here to investigate something he would have almost rather left to someone else, Solas at least knows the value of politeness. ]
I apologize for not sending notice ahead. I had feared it would not reach you in time, since my ability to travel is limited. Please forgive me for imposing.
[ Solas pauses before he introduces himself properly, and he reaches into the folds of his cloak to produce a small token, no greater than a coin, but emblazoned with the symbol of the Inquisition stamped in silver. It was flashy, and in honesty, Solas didn't care much for it. It had been an idea of Josephine's, and he could certainly see the use in Orlais, where such tokens were symbols of power and influence, but here, it still seemed like a somewhat exorbitant display of wealth. He would not use it, did he not need to give his name alone some backing. ]
My name is Solas. I'm looking into a matter that I would appreciate your assistance with.
[ The silver is quickly tucked back inside the cloak, since he dislikes it, but also since it's simply not a good idea to keep such a thing visible for too long in a place like Kirkwall. ]
If I may impose further, may I come in to explain in private? If you have no interest in what I ask, I will leave without question.