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CLOSED | the perfect stormrider.
WHO: Erik Stephens, Gabranth, Diana, Benedict, Edgard, Tiffany, Dick & Jone.
WHAT: The Gang Fights A Dragon.
WHEN: Cloudreach.
WHERE: The Thenuviet estate on the Exalted Planes.
NOTES: if something looks wonky or is misspelled, please know I’m typing this on mobile & have mercy.
WHAT: The Gang Fights A Dragon.
WHEN: Cloudreach.
WHERE: The Thenuviet estate on the Exalted Planes.
NOTES: if something looks wonky or is misspelled, please know I’m typing this on mobile & have mercy.
GETTING THERE isn’t a short journey, and they’re hardly traveling in comfort. Most of the horses are carrying equipment, armor, weaponry, and anything else those volunteered for this expedition thought to include. And there’s camping equiptment. Anyone who said the travel overland involved staying at inns was lying. Inns are notoriously stuffed with murderers, anyway.
Every night, there’s a campfire and food. Sometimes it’s fresh caught, but if it is, Jone certainly didn’t catch it. Just as likely that it’s rations, salt pork and jerky and whatever dried fruits and nuts Riftwatch can spare.
There’s a STOP AT A BATHHOUSE in the town near the Thenuviet estate, however. It’s stupid, they’re just going to dirty themselves up later, but presentation is important to these people.
Surely all of you brought fancy dress and masks, because IT’S TIME TO SCHMOOZE. There’s a small party of Orlesians dressed to their finest, having a cozy little soirée on the edge of a cliff. Literally on the edge. Don’t indulge too much in the fine wines and cheeses, because there’s a dragon waiting, but for now? It’s never a bad idea to look good in front of rich people of influence. At least, not these days.
Eventually, it’s time to move forward, which means PREPARING FOR BATTLE. Climbing down the cliff is easy stuff, if you’re good with rope or have basic upper body strength. But now is probably the time to set up any traps, get in good positions... because it’s not long before the party on the cliff above begins to cheer.
...Because a few dead swine are unceremoniously kicked off the cliff to fall into the ravine now filled with you and yours.
The cheers from the cliff face only increase as loud thrashing, howling sounds start and become increasingly closer. How long have they been feeding the dragon like this?
But then it’s DRAGON KILLING TIME. You probably know how that goes. Stormriders are huge, dark scaled, and shoot thunder instead of fire. This one is angry you’ve interrupted lunch time.
AFTERWARD, it’s time to heal, take a breath, poke around the dragon bits for fancy heirlooms, and climb back up that cliff.
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He grins at her, offering out his hand for the brush, indicating he's happy to do the honors if she's willing to sit for him.
"Better yet, the Orlesians will be. And they're as hard to please as any dragon, but with much worse taste."
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"How aware do you think Orlesians are of their commonly-held reputation? I don't think I've ever met anyone who enjoys them as a group. Except for other Orlesians."
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Dabbing the brush into the powder, he holds it over her eyelid for a moment first, gauging the distance.
"Try to relax your eyelids." Assuming she complies, he begins to trace a careful line from one crease of her eyelid to another, taking his time.
"The ones in Riftwatch do, at least."
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A little smile wrecks the peaceful composure of her face. She tries to keep it from her eyes, at least, avoiding a squint that might ruin his work.
"Reputation does make a good cover. Even a bad one, sometimes. If people think they know who you are, they might underestimate you."
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"It's the same in Tevinter, to a degree. Half the time just saying you're from Minrathous is enough."
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"That must get tiring."
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Working in silence for a moment, Benedict concentrates on the task at hand. It's only when he's finished the first eye that he muses, "is being a Seeker so different?"
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"Probably not," she admits, with a little laugh. She keeps her eyes closed in case the paint would be disturbed by the movement of opening them. "I try to keep my patience with it. I'm usually successful. I understand why people feel the way that they do about our Order. I only wish they'd wait to hear the explanation of what we're actually about--but I understand when they don't."
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