Thread: Splinters of Thedas (A Dragon Age RP) -- Mystearica x Rivine

Strong hands gripped at oars as a grunted issued forth from their wielder's mouth as he pushed them through the water. He had had to pay an insane amount of coin for the vessel he was now on, but it was the safest way that he had conceived of being able to cross the waters of the lake undetected. A fur lined an hooded cloak guarded him against the hard wind that blew out of the north. But he was quite sure that wind also carried the Circle's foes, the Templars, ever closer to the island. The man turned his head, his blue eyes glancing to the north... and his heart sank. He could see the galley pulling closer to the island that the circle was upon and knew that the warriors of the Chantry would reach it before he could. But he could not turn back. He had been entrusted with a task, sworn an oath with his own blood that he would see it through under pain of death. So he was not about to turn back now. He continued to glance back, checking the contrivance of the church as it closed in on the island as he worked the oars, trying to urge his own craft forward as quickly as it could go, but it was of no use. The Templars landed before he was even close. It took him long minutes more to draw close enough to the island that he felt safe that he could swim the rest of the way. Silently he slipped from the boat, making the swim as he kept an eye on the shore. But none of the Templars seemed at all worried about looking outward, rather they seemed to be more worried about keeping those of the Circle that were within the tower inside. As he came ashore he slipped through some reeds and towards the base of the tower, thankful that he had not yet been seen. He moved quickly, his steps unnaturally silent as he moved to a secretive sally port that he had been made aware of. Slipping inside of it he found the passage overgrown with cobwebs an some weeds, but quickly enough he made his way up a flight of stairs. As he pushed open the door to the stairs at the other end, he was somewhat relieve to fin himself coming out in one of the larders. He left the door slightly agar, then made his way out of the larder and into the kitchens. It was there that his luck finally ran out. As he peeked out of the door to the kitchens and into the hall, he caught sight of a Templar stationed at the further end of the hall. Frowning a bit he considered his option for a moment, then pushed the door open a bit more. He then took hold of a sack of flour nearby and tossed it further into the kitchen, causing a clattering of pans and the like. He then slipped behind the door, hiding in it's shadow as he eased one of his Dalish blades from it's sheath, listening to the latter of armor a the Templar approached to investigate. The armor lad man came through the door, bearing a torch in his left hand. The waiting man never gave him a chance. In an instant he sprang forward, his free hand closing over the Templar's helmet, cranking it back as he slammed his short sword into the warrior, right under his left arm and into his armpit. The Templar's cries were choked out on his own blood, for the man's blade had sliced into the Chantry warrior's lugs and heart. He did not waste time though. He retracted his blade quickly, letting the Templar dropped, then moved out into the hall. There were two more killings, one similar, the second a bit messier, before he slipped into the library. As soon as he closed the door he turned and found himself looking at a strange sight three wearing the robes of the circle... but one was a dwarf. He furrowed his eyebrows as one of them a human lad, asked him, Wh...who are you!? as he brandished a staff in the man's direction. A smile crept onto hi lips then, for he must have looked like quite a sight to these young mages, what with his blood soaked blade and all. I am Valerian . I come bearing a message for your First Enhanter from First Enchanter Rivella of the Circle of Dairsmuid. Could you tell me where I might find your First Enchanter? Valerian's demeanor was so calm and matter-of-fact that it caused Falen to blink a bit in confusion, the young man's mouth working a bit, but nothing came out. A warm smile formed upon the man's lips as he asked, Or if not you, perhaps one of your companions could?