[ The Gallows, they had called it. And looking around, it's easy for Amell to see why. Although it's been a long time since she's felt the urge to downplay her abilities as a mage, she finds herself shifting to make the staff strapped to her back appear less notable.
When her ship finally meets the docks, all she can think is how her initial impression of Kirkwall is the smell of fire.
And not just any fire.
The stench of a funeral pyre is undeniable. Blood has been shed here. And as a hand drifts defensively to grab her staff, the Warden-Commander eyes the pluming smoke with more than a little scrutiny. The scene that lays before her is not a pleasant one, and as she steps off into the gallows, Amell sees two things in piles that makes her tense.
To one side, there is a mountain of abandoned staffs.
To the other, ownerless swords and templar armor.
What in the Maker's name had happened here? Her presence here was a favor to King Alistair, but it's with a sick sort of dread that Amell realizes this is going to be hitting a little too close to home.
Mages and templars killing each other.
It was almost enough to make her miss the Archdemon.
Amell takes a deep breath and starts towards the gates. Someone there should be able to tell her what was happening to Kirkwall ]
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Re: Cullen | Dragon Age
Date: 2013-07-24 06:12 am (UTC)When her ship finally meets the docks, all she can think is how her initial impression of Kirkwall is the smell of fire.
And not just any fire.
The stench of a funeral pyre is undeniable. Blood has been shed here. And as a hand drifts defensively to grab her staff, the Warden-Commander eyes the pluming smoke with more than a little scrutiny. The scene that lays before her is not a pleasant one, and as she steps off into the gallows, Amell sees two things in piles that makes her tense.
To one side, there is a mountain of abandoned staffs.
To the other, ownerless swords and templar armor.
What in the Maker's name had happened here? Her presence here was a favor to King Alistair, but it's with a sick sort of dread that Amell realizes this is going to be hitting a little too close to home.
Mages and templars killing each other.
It was almost enough to make her miss the Archdemon.
Amell takes a deep breath and starts towards the gates. Someone there should be able to tell her what was happening to Kirkwall ]