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Post by Tareq on Sept 4, 2015 22:28:02 GMT
The snow was beginning to fall, at first it was only a couple flakes but the storm was beginning to pick up. Tareq sat on the edge of the wall, his clothing wrapped tightly around himself. His feet dangled over the edge, the heel of his leather boots hitting the side of the stone walls of the impressive fortress. He could see merchants packing their wares for the oncoming storm. Many soldiers moving into some of the unused towers, a few villages had small tents going. The warm glow of flames began to spark from various fires and torches. He watched tempted to try and join them but resisted the urge.
He had no interest in chatting with refugees and soldiers who barely knew how to hold a blade. He could hear orders being barked at a few soldiers and blades clashing, it seemed one group's training was not going to end because of a little snow. His shoulders rose as he inhaled the bitter air and exhaled, his breath escaping in large puffs as the cold changed. What he wouldn't give for some tobacco to smoke and a pretty mage to light it for him. He smirked at the thought, good times in Antiva.
Tareq leaned back balancing with ease. He reached to pull his bow off and pull an arrow back. He had no particular target at first. Brownish grey eyes looking at all the boring white and grey. The snow and wind would make his shot more difficult but he cared little. He needed a target.... Turning off from the wall he looked inside the walls of Skyhold. Spotting a cook coming outside with a few loaves of warm bread, supposedly for the soldiers or other people still out in the snow. He stilled his breathing taking aim, his body steadying. The arrow was let loose, whistling through the air it pierces one of the fat loaves and swiped it from the Baker's pile, hitting the stone. The cook startled yelped, dropping a few in the snow as they ran.
Tareq cloaked himself in shadows the moment his arrow let loose, climbing down onto the rooftops of the barn, and sliding down to the lower stables. A few animals reacted to his presence, but anyone else was non the wiser. In a hurry to not get caught and lose his meal to anyone else, he scurried up the stairs, ripping the hot loaf off the arrow where it was pinned. He stuffed it under his cloak to shield it from the snow and picked up the few other loaves that were in the snow. Brushing them off he smiled and placed them with the other.
Nothing to see here. Tareq pulled his arrow out placing it back in his quiver and walked with a swagger back to his original perch. A nice warm meal while he enjoyed the view. Perhaps Skyhold wasn't so bad, and the Inquisition could certainly use him.
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Post by Astrid on Sept 4, 2015 23:26:34 GMT
The woman, Well teenager really, seemed to walk amongst the cold like she was born to be there. Even native Fereldans wore clocks of some sort. Astid just did not. She didn't need to. It had been that way since her magic first showed. The blond mage blinked as she saw an arrow hit a loaf of bread. Well someone was having fun. Some people could afford to do that she supposed. Be reckless and superflus with their talents. She of course did not have that luxury. Mages did not have that luxury. She hated the arrow shooter already. Petty sneaky little fiend.
As she walked foward to pick up the loaves a look of marked distaste on her face, One of the refugees, A former templar saw the teenager and blanched. A look of hate and fear grew on his face but he was not to make trouble. He backed away from Astrid quickly. The teenage mage cracked a slight smile seeing the fear on the face of the templar. He recognised her. Good. Someone had to keep the evil twisted bastard properly afraid.
Astrid hated them too. The templars. Every single one of them with their arrogant views of the Maker and their greedy abusive powers. They should all rot! But that was not to be. Astrid did not know what was to be. Only that she was saved because she had sprained her ankle on the way to the conclave. She supposed she could join the inquisition. Make sure that the Circle Mages were safe? Or try to? Yes. That was her task.
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Post by Tareq on Sept 5, 2015 0:24:02 GMT
Tareq looked at the teenage girl, they'd let anyone in the Inquisition. He wasn't oblivious to what was going on, she was down dressed for the weather, obviously a mage. That didn't bother him, magic did not cause him to quake in his boots. Mages were people and people died all the same to him. He caught sight of the templar eyeing her, good he wasn't paying attention to the real criminal. Tareq would walk past her, tossing one of the loaves that had fallen on the ground at her. Whether they caught it or not was up to her, he'd share for now. If the cook came back and saw her with it, well he had someone to blame.
The Crow would sit up on the wall, fresh fallen snow had already blanketed his seat, and he grumbled as he sat on the wet surface. Ugh he hated snow. He hated mountains. He hated the outdoors. He was a city boy, it was easy to blend in with a crowd and use it to your advantage. Out here it meant the right outfit for the terrain and knowing a bear's den from a normal cave. Bleck animals.
"I'm death I come to take the soul, Leave the body and leave it cold. To draw up the flesh off of the frame, Dirt and worm both have a claim. Oooooooooo Death~" He sang the morbid tune cheerfully, before biting a piece of bread and enjoying the warmth that spread through his body from it. It's the little things that made his miserable little life better. Would the girl come up to join him he'd turn his body slightly to face her, if not he was content to let her do her own thing.
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Post by Astrid on Sept 5, 2015 0:58:38 GMT
Astrid caught the loaf. fumbling slightly as she did so. Thin long fingers curled around the offering and then she looked up. It took her a moment to spot the elf. He began singing just as she did so. She tensed. Astrid was unsure if he was referring to her now. It seemed to be a song aimed to taunt her. But he did not look like a templar. Who was he?
A healthy curiosity was a trait that had always defined her. The teenage mage approached the elf. "Pleasant" She remarked dryly. "Perhaps if you can't shoot people to death you can achieve it by singing?" She raised an eyebrow at him and took as bite of the loaf. Is was not that she had to eat it. She was not starving or anything but it was here so why not. The elf on the other hand. Well you could never tell with elves could you. Outside the circle more often than not they were hungry enough.
Not that she felt sorry for him. Oh no. With that bow he was obviously some sort of fighter. He must do well enough for himself. Not a local by his accent... Antivan was it? She was fairly sure. "Bit of a novelty are you?"
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Post by Tareq on Sept 5, 2015 2:14:33 GMT
"Pleasant" His expression was even as he looked at her, before drifting his gaze back to the snowy mountains. It was hard to see the surrounding peaks with the storm upon them. "Perhaps if you can't shoot people to death you can achieve it by singing?" He wasn't aware he had done anything to offend her, but here she was approaching him and insulting him. The elf looked back to her, he wouldn't give any indication that he was offended by what she said. Simply put it didn't bother him. He didn't kill the baker not because he couldn't, but because he didn't want to. It was unneeded and he was now an ally of the Inquisition. It would be foolish to bring harm to their members, now his comrades in arms.
"Did I do something to offend you mage? Sorry, you humans get your knickers caught in a bunch so easily I forget." He would take a second bite, chewing slowly. He certainly didn't get what she meant by Novelty. He was who he was. An Antivan in the Inquisition. To any who asked a mercenary who had been recruited in Orlais to fight the fight, save the world, and get some renown and ladies. The truth was much simpler, a lone Crow sent to the Inquisition to await contracts. Who would he be assigned to kill? Surely not this baby mage or the templar who forgets his place. No the Venatori would be his targets, should they be revealed to him.
"Well I am an elf, not chained, not a beggar, not a lowly bandit. So I suppose I am a bit of a special snowflake." His voice was deep and bitter. He was a man without a voice, lower than a dog. Commanded to do something and he did it because that was his hand in the world. To not play would be death and Tareq didn't like dying. The snow would begin to accumulate in his brown curls, he probably looked funny. Dressed in layers upon layers, coated with snow like a fat bear having woken too early from hibernation.
Tareq was no large man in terms of width, he was tall and lanky, his dark skin a heavy contrast to the white and gray backdrop of their lives here.
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Post by Astrid on Sept 6, 2015 21:45:29 GMT
She tossed her head contemptuously "Offend me? Oh no of course not. Why should I possibly be offending by the carelessness with which non mages get away with using their abilities. Why should it possibly bother me that you can shoot yourself a meal just like that yet we are the dangerous ones"
She took another bite. "Please I've seen elves that are none of those things especially here that is hardly remarkable. I meant being Antivan" As far as Astid knew he was the only Antivan here as of yet besides the ambassador. She had recognised the accent. A mage from antiva had come to look at her gift when she was eight years old. A rather good memory came with the whole prodigy thing perhaps.
The snow gathering on the elf irked her but there was nothing she could do about it. Her magic had rather specific boundaries. Perhaps she should show him... See how much he jumped... Make the templars uncomfortable...
Astrid decided against it. Not yet. No... It was better to keep an ace in the hole.
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Post by Tareq on Sept 7, 2015 3:29:21 GMT
"Offend me? Oh no of course not. Why should I possibly be offending by the carelessness with which non mages get away with using their abilities. Why should it possibly bother me that you can shoot yourself a meal just like that yet we are the dangerous ones"
He snorted. "Ah so jealousy. Listen I don't give a shit if you're free from the circles or kept in the towers. You want to bicker about being oppressed you're talking to the wrong person."[/color] Did she really think mages had it worse than elves? Second class citizens, slaves especially in tevinter, brutalized, murdered, history forgotten. Tareq could probably go on if he was more versed in world history, but he just didn't care. It was tiring, and he wasn't going to argue with her over who had/has it worse. "You want to use your magic, go ahead. Do you want to harm someone? The guards here will be on you just like if I did."[/color] They were equals not birds in cages in Skyhold.
He cupped his hands around his mouth and blew warm air in them, balancing his loaf on his lap. The warmth was almost gone from it, but he didn't care. Taking a few more bites he quickly finished it off, a full belly felt nice. At least the Inquisition treated them well. "Ah yes, well people travel all the time. I'm sure you've met transferees from the circles no? While some may be content to stay in one place all their lives, I prefer excitement."[/color] Partially true. Tareq had visited plenty of places while on contract. Val Royeaux was one place, but Antiva City had been his home.
The elf missed it, but the freedom of not being under the Crow's boot was liberating. Suppose he was not so different from this mage, well except their attitudes.
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