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Post by Séaghdha Lavellan on Jun 25, 2016 17:14:04 GMT -5
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There was much in the Graves left to explore, much to be learned. Séaghdha’d spent several years now making annual trips, setting up camp in the forest for a few weeks to explore. Sometimes he had promising leads, study that lead him to a specific region of the Graves. Sometimes, he simply wanted the peace of the green all around him. Others, he came because he wanted to pay his respects to these sacred grounds.
Everywhere he walked, he could feel them; his ancestors, denizens of the ‘Emerald March’, as they’d called it then. The brave souls who had fought and died the second time their homeland was ripped from them. Honorable people, good people rested here. He hated that he knew how wrong they were. About everything.
Séaghdha was in one of the lesser explored areas, deep within the trees, the road nowhere to be seen. Few people would venture here, so far off the path, unless they were lost, or perhaps searching for something. Usually it was the former; several time while he was on these trips he’d guided some lost soul back to the road. Generally, he didn’t mind except for the odd occasion or two when it had thrown a boulder into his plans. Backtracking miles when he’d been feet away from his goal pushed even his patience.
On this particular trip Séaghdha hoped to avoid such a problem. He could feel the subtle hum of old elvhen magic; what he searched for was nearby. However, he’d stumbled upon a long neglected grave marker on his way, and stopped to pay proper respects. He was knelt before it, head bowed and both hands folded over his heart.
“Hahren na melana sahlin. Emma ir abelas…” His voice was low, but not mumbled. “…Souver'inan isala hamin, vhenan him dor'felas…” He went on solemnly, reciting the rest of the eulogy smoothly, with a clarity and ease that spoke of how many times he’d had to recite it over the years. Far, far too many.
When he was finished, he lingered. Usually now would be the time to offer a prayer for the dead, but he couldn’t. His ancestors, the brave elf he knelt before, would accept a gift of prayer to their gods to comfort their spirits in death. But Séaghdha couldn’t bring himself to do it. He no longer had gods to pray to.
Taking a deep breath, the mage picked up his staff and pulled himself to his feet, giving the grave one last lingering, remorseful gaze before turning away. He had other things to attend to, such as finding the source of the quiet hum he could feel in the ground and in the bark of the trees. He slid his staff into the holster on his back, pulling a small notebook from his belt and flipping to a crinkled page bookmarked by a small stick of charcoal. He’d taken to mapping the Graves when he came, and added a small rune on the crude map to indicate another grave. ‘Sorrow’, he named them.
Satisfied, he replaced the charcoal and flipped forward to other pages, these covered in detailed notes and diagrams written in ink. If he’d done his research right, what he sought couldn’t be more than an hour’s travel away. He looked away from the book, walked about 30 paces, and looked back down. The pause was just long enough to adjust his course ever so slightly before setting off again. This pattern repeated for nearly 45 minutes, until he eventually came to a stop before some large toppled foundation stones. They were Elvhen in origin, without doubt.
Yet the thrumming didn’t seem to emanated from them like he anticipated. Still he felt it, but it was no stronger now than before. He flipped back and forth between pages of diagrams and notes, occasionally pacing back and forth before the stones to check for… well, anything, though never actually touching them.
Eventually he frowned, breathed out an exasperated curse, and plopped down onto the forest floor looking sullen. Had he been wrong? Something was clearly in this part of the forest, and it should have been here. There was no indication he needed veilfire or any of the other sympathetic magics. Not that he expected ancient Elvhen secrets just lying around, but this was frustrating.
“All that time learning…” Séaghdha sighed, frustrated. He’d become very good at tracking down ancient magic, and he thought he’d learned all the tricks there were to learn by now. He was always wrong.
He pulled his pack around his shoulder, laying his staff next to him and digging inside for a small quill and some ink. There was something he was missing, and he was determined to figure it out even if he sat there all night. Followed by the quill came some scrolls covered in more tiny, thorough notes an intricate figures, which he spread out around him, using little stones to keep them in place. He began scribbling into his little journal.
At least for now he still had the light.
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Post by Duran Aeducan on Jun 28, 2016 0:57:11 GMT -5
It was a long journey, but an opportunity indeed. And he needed as many opportunities as he could get. Duran was getting close to his goal, he felt, but there were still many things missing within what he had gathered.
The Emerald Graves were beautiful, albeit unnerving, given how open they were. He supposed he still wouldn’t get used to not being surrounded by stone, and night turning to day and vice-versa; and water or snow falling from the sky. Still, he knew the ground beneath him was solid. And even he could tell there was magic lingering within the air. Most dwarves had no such senses, but Duran’s trips to the Fade and the exposures he had had made him only slightly attuned.
“I wonder if the trees are going to start walking,” he told his companion—his long-time companion. “Or rhyming.” He said those last two words with a smirk. He’d been talking as he walked; and he knew the mabari hound always listened. It helped, really. The singing in his mind was maddening, so…compelling. He knew it was not Corypheus as he had been defeated; his own time was coming. Most Grey Wardens didn’t live past thirty years beyond their Joining, but he had been alive during a Blight, and he supposed that had a part to play in it. Sometime soon—if he did not find a cure—he would be venturing into the Deep Roads.
But for now, willpower and stubbornness kept the dwarf searching. If it weren’t for his hound, though, the lack of company would be maddening. But what he did wasn’t just for himself. If there were more threats out there like Corypheus, they needed to defend their mind against the tainted influence. And Alistair would surely be hearing the Calling too…and Ferelden needed its king. Adding to that was that Wardens such as himself deserved the chance to have a future. And to just die was a waste of life.
It was possible. Fiona, he had heard, had been a Warden. And she’d been cured.
It was for these reasons that he was meeting with the Inquisitor. Well, former Inquisitor, but to Duran, he’d more than earned such a title. Just like people had been calling Duran ‘the Hero of Ferelden’ or ‘the Warden’. You did incredible deeds, saw forbidden things, and you were entitled to a bit of vanity, yes? He wondered what the elven man thought of this. And what secrets both of them could share with each other. He regretted he hadn’t been around to share what he knew with Lavellan, but now they could pool their knowledge.
And perhaps come up with something.
Lavellan was not at their meeting spot, but Barkspawn latched onto a scent and soon they’d found an elf that must have been him, writing furiously in a journal. “Hey there,” the dwarven man called out as he approached.
Hope this is okay! I included the mabari, Barkspawn, because he gets him in canon, and I hope that's alright.
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Post by Séaghdha Lavellan on Jun 29, 2016 1:21:00 GMT -5
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Duran nearly got struck by lightning.
Séaghdha had been so invested in his writing, he hadn’t heard the approach of the dwarf or his hound at all. The call of his voice nearly had him jumping out of his skin; he was on his feet with staff in hand in a blink. Luckily, he was not the sort to be trigger happy, or there would be one very singed dwarf in this situation.
His posture immediately relaxed upon seeing who approached and he stuck his staff into the ground so he could lean against it, one hand over his heart. He laughed nervously as the sudden rush of adrenaline began to ebb. “Fenedhis. Arani, you scared me half to death.” He glanced down at the now very disheveled papers, his notebook having been flung somewhere near the fallen structure. At least he didn’t spill ink all over everything…
“An'daran Atish'an. I hope the trip wasn’t difficult.” Séaghdha left his staff sticking straight up out of the ground and set about collecting his papers and carefully rolling his scrolls back up, there being no point to have them out any longer anyway. His efforts to check and re-check his work had been fruitless. By every calculation he could think of, he was in exactly the right place.
“This is not often traveled territory. Beautiful, though. I passed a whole field of crystal grace on my hike in…” he rambled on wistfully about the scenery as he finished stuffing everything back in his pack, followed by going to retrieve his book. “Anyway, I’m glad you made it.”
He picked up the book, glancing at the foundation stones he stood beside, then back at the pages, and ran his fingers down the crease. “There’s just… a little problem.”
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Post by Duran Aeducan on Jul 1, 2016 18:38:43 GMT -5
Duran had not expected the Dalish man to be so easily buried within his work, so much that he would neglect to keep a watch on his surroundings. The dwarves man, himself, would have always been on the lookout. After all, there were potential enemies or thugs everywhere just waiting to take advantage of him. Or wild animals. “Sorry ‘bout that,” the dwarf replied. “Didn’t expect you’d be so involved in your book.” As he spoke, he was helping the man to gather up his papers. Didn’t want those flying away in the wind, after all, and this place did tend to be breezy at times.
He said that he hoped the trip wasn’t much trouble. Duran smirked. “It was nothing,” he said. If he’d been his younger self, yes, it would have been terrifying. On that first journey with Duncan to the Hinterlands, the dwarves man had been petrified. But after all he’s been through? It was trivial. “Just a bear, some bandits, a few wolves. Nothing to write home about, and the bandits fled as soon as they realised they weren’t gonna win.”
Once everything had been gathered, Duran handed the stack to Séaghdha. The elven man said that there was a little problem. “What’s that?” queried the dwarven man. Was it something they could solve? That was the question coming to the foremost of his mind. Or at least deal with. It took self-control, but he did not glance to Shay’s arm, though he did wonder what all that had been like. Not that he was going to ask, unless it helped with his own investigation.
OOC notes will go here.
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