Thread: Scouts of the Inquisition (Alvis & Sync)

All that should matter to her was duty? Her anger did not benefit their people? He might be a veteran soldier, but she was not. He might think hed had it tough, fighting during the Blight, but her life hadnt been a bed of roses, either. And just who was he referring to when he said their people? The Dalish benefitted greatly from their anger and the caution they extracted from it, and there was no way shed accept him including himself amongst her people. She knew shed have to try and keep her anger under control as much as possible if she didnt, Disa would pick up on it and press her further, deliberately fuel the anger at every turn. People like you are the reason there still exists anger between my people and yours, he hissed, deliberately putting the infection on the difference between them. Hed probably ignore it. Youre not the only one here who had a bad time during the Blight. While you were fighting, I was girl of nine hiding in fear in a tower filled with abominations, just trying to stay alive. She paused, drew in a slow breath in some vain attempt to calm her highly-agitated nerves. Dirthara-ma. Tel garas solasan. She didnt wait for a response from him instead she turned sharply on her heel and strode away from him. She didnt have a tent to pitch for herself her entire kit, such as it was, consisted of her staff, her clothes, a couple of lyrium potions, and a couple of bags of trail rations. She didnt have the strength to carry much more. She knew the drizzle would continue to keep her cold and wet, and that her health would likely suffer for it in the long term, but right now there was little else she could do. Her feet carried her away from the camp a short distance not so far that she couldnt be seen, but far enough that the camp was no longer foremost in her mind. She became aware, after a few seconds, that Garret had stepped to be next to her, if a few paces away. He thinks I had it easy, she murmured, the anger only restrained for the moment. Im not sure thats entirely accurate, Loriel, Garret attempted soothingly. He had no idea if it would help, but he knew he had to try. For a moment, the young elf didnt respond. Her eyes had found a lone walking corpse a short distance away, aimlessly wandering a path that would bring it nowhere near them. I was cast out of my clan when I was eight, Garret, she offered quietly. I was one more wielder of magic than the clan could bear, so they cast me out. Templars found me and took me to the Fereldan tower a few weeks later. I was there, in the Circle Tower, during the Blight, a girl of nine hiding from abominations and demons, saved only by the Hero of Ferelden. Garret nodded slowly but said nothing. Hed heard that the Tower had been hit hard during the Blight, but knew virtually nothing of the details. Hearing that shed been cast of her clan at such a young agehe started to get a small appreciation for the girl next to him. Ive been locked up and shunned almost my whole life, she continued, her anger rising again, obvious in her voice as she spoke. Because Im a mage, because Im an elf, because Im Dalishpick one. Sometimes all three. Being always watched by Templars who are just looking for a reason to kill you because you might become an abomination. Disa thinks hes done it hard? He doesnt know hardship. Thinking of their sergeant made her blood boil, and she felt the helpless rage swell suddenly within her. Garret, having listened with some sympathy and realising that there was possibly a lot more to this girl than any of them knew, heard the anger as well, but he noticed something elseand it gave him pause. He took a nervous step away from the girl, and another UmmmLoriel? Your hand Loriel looked down to see that her right hand, that had curled into a fist as shed spoken, was now encased in gentle flame. That only brought up another memory that caused her pain being shunned and reviled by humans who saw a scared and hungry little girl, but who wouldnt look past the girls ears. I hate this magic! she cried out suddenly, her eyes brimming with tears of shame and rage. Dinanshiral! In a sudden gesture what drove her to do so, Loriel would never know or understand she threw her hand in the direction of the walking corpse. She logically knew her hand wouldnt be parted from her body so easily, but the gesture was made, and at the same time she was willing the flame to be gone. In an instant, she recognised something different was happening she felt a shifting of mana, felt her will focus slightly towards the corpse, and then her hand was emptya split second later the corpse erupted in flame. If the corpse was capable of surprise, it might have been so, but it would still have been less surprised by the turn of events than Loriel. Still aflame, the corpse turned towards where Loriel was standing, began to shamble towards her, but didnt make more than a few steps before the mana-powered fire brought it down and consumed it. Loriel looked, stunned, first at her hand, then at the still-smoking corpse, then back at her hand, her eyes wide with surprise and fear. Shed done it, she knewand she knew how . She had no words for that moment. Garret had no words, either, for what hed just witnessed. He knew mages could do such things, of course, but having actually seen a mage do it, especially such an act done apparently accidentallyhe was no longer sure whether to feel sympathetic towards Loriel or fearful of her. This was a mage who was not under control of the Chantry, and there were no Templars nearby if the young mage got out of hand Maybe he should let Disa know what had just happened