🛡️ Inquisitor Alleyana Tabris of Clan Lavellan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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genessia2018-08-12 02:00 am
inquisitor_lavellan) wrote in genessia2018-08-12 02:00 am
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[ action | closed ] leave me for a moment and I watch you grow old
Who: Solas, Alleyana Lavellan
What: A bloodied and battered Alley turning in the Nature Mage from the recent group bounty hunt in Fayren. Solas plays healer.
When: Backdated to when that nature mage was forking up Fayren.
[ Anger fueled Alleyana in a fight. Back on Thedas, the inner furnace of her emotions had lured Rage demons to her like flies to honey every time she'd drawn her weapon from her side.
And although there were no Rage demons here, the anger... well, that was no different.
The thing about anger, though, was that once it burned all its fuel it left a person tired, worn down, weary. That was Alleyana now; slumped in her saddle, blood dripping down across dragonhide leather and catching -- pooling briefly -- in dragonbone maille.
She wasn't sure, honestly, if it was the anger's tax or the blood loss that was making her more tired, but it wasn't like she'd never done this shit before. Riding her undead horse with an unconscious captive slung across the beast's leathery flank... almost felt like normal, honestly.
The three vines impaled into her right shoulder, though, that bit sucked. She'd cut them free several inches away from where they'd gone in, and left them, knowing from experience that removing a foreign object was best done when setting and stitching could be immediately applied, and not out in the middle of a fight.
Just a little longer, and she could turn over the mage to Fayren's proper authorities, and then... well, then she could worry about it. ]
What: A bloodied and battered Alley turning in the Nature Mage from the recent group bounty hunt in Fayren. Solas plays healer.
When: Backdated to when that nature mage was forking up Fayren.
[ Anger fueled Alleyana in a fight. Back on Thedas, the inner furnace of her emotions had lured Rage demons to her like flies to honey every time she'd drawn her weapon from her side.
And although there were no Rage demons here, the anger... well, that was no different.
The thing about anger, though, was that once it burned all its fuel it left a person tired, worn down, weary. That was Alleyana now; slumped in her saddle, blood dripping down across dragonhide leather and catching -- pooling briefly -- in dragonbone maille.
She wasn't sure, honestly, if it was the anger's tax or the blood loss that was making her more tired, but it wasn't like she'd never done this shit before. Riding her undead horse with an unconscious captive slung across the beast's leathery flank... almost felt like normal, honestly.
The three vines impaled into her right shoulder, though, that bit sucked. She'd cut them free several inches away from where they'd gone in, and left them, knowing from experience that removing a foreign object was best done when setting and stitching could be immediately applied, and not out in the middle of a fight.
Just a little longer, and she could turn over the mage to Fayren's proper authorities, and then... well, then she could worry about it. ]