It wasn't the Inquisitor's first time on a boat, thankfully. Once upon a time, she'd had to flee Ferelden for the Free Marches while stuffed in a cargo hold; a fugitive facing an uncertain future. It felt like a lifetime ago, and in some ways it had been.
At least this time Alley could walk the deck, her balance only occasionally thrown off by the combination of the waves below and the odd weight disparity of her missing arm. All that stood in for it was a flat, blackened metal bar with a few holes drilled into it... a far cry from a muscled, armored limb.
She hadn't had enough time to get used to that, even on stable ground. And the boat wasn't helping.
With a curse at a particularly large swell under the boat, the scarred elf tried to catch herself on a nearby railing -- with a hand that wasn't there anymore. The dragonbone bar slid against the railing without catching, and down she went!
"Fuck!"
xxxxx🛡️ Shiver Me Timbers - T1 - Roll To Kick Some Ass
Thank the Maker, there was fighting to be had. Alley had joined whichever of the sloops seemed the most in need of an extra hand, and as soon as there was an enemy ship within boarding range, she was off.
The mace in her hand wasn't from around here, either, crackling with violent red energy as she drew it from her hip and began beating back the pirates trying to prevent boarders. There was a shield bolted to the bar standing in for her arm, and she wasted no time in using it on the offense.
She sounded fucking mad, too, roaring out a proper war cry that echoed out across the water. Come get some!
xxxxx🛡️ Shiver Me Timbers - T1 - No Dice
Of course, all this fighting on uncertain ground was bound to go wrong eventually. The Inquisitor had left a lot of unconscious bodies in her wake, but one bad shift underfoot combined with getting a whole-ass pirate thrown into her back, took her down.
--Just long enough for an enemy to break through the last of her considerable Guard, and sink a blade into her ribs.
xxxxx🛡️ Train Time
The Inquisitor hadn't reacted well to being somewhere new, to be sure. But that reaction had all been silent. Internal. No screaming obscenities; she focused instead on trying to figure out the basics. Why was she here? No idea. How'd she get here? No idea.
Where the bloody fuck had her armor and shield gone?
No idea.
But to an outside observer, Alley was quiet. She lurked near conversations, which was easy enough in such tight quarters. She watched those who spoke up the loudest with slightly narrowed eyes.
And that's how it went for the first week or so on the train. Monosyllabic responses, eloquent grunts. It felt like when she'd woken up in Haven that first time, and her behavior matched that feeling. Observing, waiting, biding her time.
For what?
No idea.
One person had apparently caught her eye at some point during this first week. At first, it was probably due to the usual reasons; maybe they looked like someone she knew; maybe they looked like no one she'd ever seen in her life. Though the initial cause of her interest had to end there, it gave her a focus for her quiet study of the train's inhabitants.
She wasn't super sneaky about it, either. There was literally no room to be subtle, so she didn't bother to try.
xxxxx🛡️ Wildcard
xxxxx(Choose your own adventure! I'm super easygoing.)
Alleyana Tabris | Dragon Age | OTA
It wasn't the Inquisitor's first time on a boat, thankfully. Once upon a time, she'd had to flee Ferelden for the Free Marches while stuffed in a cargo hold; a fugitive facing an uncertain future. It felt like a lifetime ago, and in some ways it had been.
At least this time Alley could walk the deck, her balance only occasionally thrown off by the combination of the waves below and the odd weight disparity of her missing arm. All that stood in for it was a flat, blackened metal bar with a few holes drilled into it... a far cry from a muscled, armored limb.
She hadn't had enough time to get used to that, even on stable ground. And the boat wasn't helping.
With a curse at a particularly large swell under the boat, the scarred elf tried to catch herself on a nearby railing -- with a hand that wasn't there anymore. The dragonbone bar slid against the railing without catching, and down she went!
"Fuck!"
xxxxx🛡️ Shiver Me Timbers - T1 - Roll To Kick Some Ass
Thank the Maker, there was fighting to be had. Alley had joined whichever of the sloops seemed the most in need of an extra hand, and as soon as there was an enemy ship within boarding range, she was off.
The mace in her hand wasn't from around here, either, crackling with violent red energy as she drew it from her hip and began beating back the pirates trying to prevent boarders. There was a shield bolted to the bar standing in for her arm, and she wasted no time in using it on the offense.
She sounded fucking mad, too, roaring out a proper war cry that echoed out across the water. Come get some!
xxxxx🛡️ Shiver Me Timbers - T1 - No Dice
Of course, all this fighting on uncertain ground was bound to go wrong eventually. The Inquisitor had left a lot of unconscious bodies in her wake, but one bad shift underfoot combined with getting a whole-ass pirate thrown into her back, took her down.
--Just long enough for an enemy to break through the last of her considerable Guard, and sink a blade into her ribs.
xxxxx🛡️ Train Time
The Inquisitor hadn't reacted well to being somewhere new, to be sure. But that reaction had all been silent. Internal. No screaming obscenities; she focused instead on trying to figure out the basics. Why was she here? No idea. How'd she get here? No idea.
Where the bloody fuck had her armor and shield gone?
No idea.
But to an outside observer, Alley was quiet. She lurked near conversations, which was easy enough in such tight quarters. She watched those who spoke up the loudest with slightly narrowed eyes.
And that's how it went for the first week or so on the train. Monosyllabic responses, eloquent grunts. It felt like when she'd woken up in Haven that first time, and her behavior matched that feeling. Observing, waiting, biding her time.
For what?
No idea.
One person had apparently caught her eye at some point during this first week. At first, it was probably due to the usual reasons; maybe they looked like someone she knew; maybe they looked like no one she'd ever seen in her life. Though the initial cause of her interest had to end there, it gave her a focus for her quiet study of the train's inhabitants.
She wasn't super sneaky about it, either. There was literally no room to be subtle, so she didn't bother to try.
xxxxx🛡️ Wildcard
xxxxx(Choose your own adventure! I'm super easygoing.)