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Jahenna is polishing her armor by the entrance to camp. Fuck armor. Fuck armor, so much, forever, fucking armor, bullshit.
She's deputized Zann to make the Reverend Mother as uncomfortable as humanly possible, a task to which she has taken like, well, like an elven maleficar to fucking with the Chantry. This leaves Jahenna with free time to spend on reading, battle drills, and- oh for fuck's sake.
"My liege," nods Jahenna. "To what do I owe the honor?"
"Just checking in. How goes it?"
"Just polishing my armor, sire."
"Excellent!" Cailan sits on a tree stump and starts- talking at her.
"Maker's breath, look who it is, my goodness, it's Duncan and some new recruit, I simply must go meet them so sorry to cut you off." Jahenna takes off at top speed, leaving Cailan in a cloud of thinning dust.
"Duncan. Maker, Andraste and all her fucking cousins be praised. His Majesty is trying to talk to me. He- Andraste's lacy underwear, he followed me. If you need me I'll be hiding in a river." She takes off again.
"Good day, Duncan!" hails Cailan. "I see you've a new recruit to your number! How goes it, friend?"
a-sword-just-for-you
a-sword-just-for-you
"Well, save the world for its own sake then. I'm not stopping you, that's why I signed on."
moreperfect
"In fact I think the fringe benefits are a little worrying. If I get any stronger I'm going to have trouble opening doors."
a-sword-just-for-you
"If the strength weren't controllable I couldn't open doors. It may well give you a better hold on what you've got now. The Taint plays nice with the powers, it wants us to sign up to be hurlocks or whatever."
a-sword-just-for-you
"The one where it didn't act nice? The one where we all just turned into ogres or something? The one where we're ruled over by King Archdemon I? Pick one, they all suck ever so slightly more than the current options."
a-sword-just-for-you
Jahenna smiles.
Jahenna stops smiling. "Shit, darkspawn coming in. Get- urgh!" Blood trickles from her ears and nose. "Emissary. No time. Let's get to stabbing."
Jahenna stops smiling. "Shit, darkspawn coming in. Get- urgh!" Blood trickles from her ears and nose. "Emissary. No time. Let's get to stabbing."
a-sword-just-for-you
There is a convenient darkspawn-shaped battle cry. A small battalion charges out of the trees brandishing twisted iron weapons, lead by one in spiky black plate armor and one wielding a staff (with a skull on top). The one with the staff gestures at Jahenna, who arches her spine painfully and looks unpleasantly squished.
"Ffffvck!" she grits out.
"Ffffvck!" she grits out.
moreperfect
Tev sends his shield through the one with a staff and draws his sword while the shield is in the air.
a-sword-just-for-you
The one with the staff is irritatingly quick; the shield goes through his shoulder, in a way that looks quite painful but not all that debilitating to his casting ability. Which he uses to start sending highly irritating little magic blobs at Tev.
The battalion splits. A troupe of genlocks with some hurlocks start industriously hacking at Jahenna, who uses her limited range of motion to flail around and crush a few of their skulls. A troupe of hurlocks and some genlocks go after Tev, including the larger hurlock with the impressive armor. They do not seem afraid of the sword.
The battalion splits. A troupe of genlocks with some hurlocks start industriously hacking at Jahenna, who uses her limited range of motion to flail around and crush a few of their skulls. A troupe of hurlocks and some genlocks go after Tev, including the larger hurlock with the impressive armor. They do not seem afraid of the sword.
moreperfect
The shield comes back to Tev's arm. He heads for the one with the staff, killing any darkspawn that gets in his way.
gaatlokherah
As Tev is heading, the one with the staff starts making more complicated gestures with said staff until, finally, he points at Tev and incants a guttural word.
Abruptly, it is a lot harder to hit things. It feels like he's in a dream, half woken up- trying to swing his sword is like aggressively flailing a leek at his enemies.
They continue hacking at him, with limited success. Jahenna continues being stabbed and haphazardly crushing skulls.
(In the distance, there is a yodeling warcry. What on earth could that be?)
Abruptly, it is a lot harder to hit things. It feels like he's in a dream, half woken up- trying to swing his sword is like aggressively flailing a leek at his enemies.
They continue hacking at him, with limited success. Jahenna continues being stabbed and haphazardly crushing skulls.
(In the distance, there is a yodeling warcry. What on earth could that be?)
moreperfect
Tev wonders if the leek problem applies to his shield, too. He isn't quite ready to try throwing it. Aggressively flailing a leek works pretty well when the leek is a greatsword, and losing the shield would be a problem.
gaatlokherah
Well, the leek problem as applied to his sword mostly means that his blows don't actually have any force behind them, and the hurlocks are dodging a lot of them (though not all). The problem certainly doesn't apply to the defensive properties of his shield, which has currently decided to focus on stopping the big bastard from landing a hit. It may have noticed that its owner is a goddamn brick wall who doesn't need to be protected from pigiron shortswords.
The yodeling draws nearer.
The yodeling draws nearer.
gaatlokherah
That sound is: a fucking Qunari!
Well, maybe. He's big, and he's kind of greyish, but he's not quite big or grey enough to look fully Qunari, and he is definitely not in traditional Qunari garb (because he is not wearing garb). At any rate, he begins gleefully laying into the Darkspawn, still yodelling his merry death yodel. Some are crushed by his fists or feet; some are swallowed whole by the earth itself. One particular unfortunate is gored by the Qunari's gaudily decorated horns. He seems to be enjoying himself terribly.
moreperfect
Well, shit. There are still people in this world who are taller than Tev. How about that.
He knows there are more important things to focus on here, but he has to take a moment to appreciate this one while he heaves his sword into the air yet again and drops the blade edge-down on a darkspawn's head. (Tev is adaptable.)
He knows there are more important things to focus on here, but he has to take a moment to appreciate this one while he heaves his sword into the air yet again and drops the blade edge-down on a darkspawn's head. (Tev is adaptable.)
gaatlokherah
The qunari notes Tev's inefficient combat style and the hex-rune burning on his forehead, along with Jahenna's highly uncomfortable thrashing.
In a pause between skull-crushing, he gestures in such a way as to produce a ring of blue fire that expands from him and consumes both effects. Then he returns to his current activity, which is beating several of the darkspawn with other darkspawn.
In a pause between skull-crushing, he gestures in such a way as to produce a ring of blue fire that expands from him and consumes both effects. Then he returns to his current activity, which is beating several of the darkspawn with other darkspawn.
a-sword-just-for-you
(Jahenna quickly downs a glowing red potion and converts herself into a whirlwind of gratuitously excessive death.)
gaatlokherah
Between the three of them, it is an extremely short fight.
Afterwards, the blood-spattered Qunari turns to his battle companions. "Hello! Who are you? We don't get many visitors, in the Wilds. Nice swords."