fear; one [ Dark? Check. Terrible monsters looking to kill you? Check. It's shaping up to be just a typical Thedosian Tuesday, even if the creatures she's fighting aren't darkspawn. A vicious tongue lashes out for her ankle and she's quick to send out a terrible shockwave of lightning, causing the creature to shriek in some ungodly manner. Her blade at her side comes out and down on the tongue, separating it from its owner, who then slithers back into the darkness far too quickly for her to follow with her eyes. ]
Dammit.
[ Can't let it get away to go find friends. She waves her staff once to summon wisps to her side, illuminating the dark, which offers both a boon and a disadvantage, for now she can be seen by enemies as well. Her armor, blue and silver with the emblem of a griffon emblazoned on her chest, shines bright in the dancing light provided by the wisps, and while she's prepared for battle, she isn't so ready for the creatures following them from the Door.
Perhaps foolishly, she goes to follow the creature into the dark, not asking for help. Encourage her to stay with the group or help her give chase, the choice is yours! ]
hope; three [ Maker's breath, but she's hungry, and all of the fighting hasn't helped to conserve her flagging stamina. Surana stands outside the storefront like a child might look in a candy shop, debating the merits of simply breaking the glass. There's food there, dammit, and she's in no position to simply walk away. Where's a lockpick when you need one? (Not you, Zevran, lockpicking skills her ass, you liar.)
After some deliberation, and a cautious look around the street, she goes to simply melt the lock, hand pressed to the metal and summoning as much fire magic as she can.
Of course, should someone wander nearby, she shoots them a look over her shoulder and rolls her eyes. ]
Look, you can question my morality another time when we aren't starving. Unless you have a better plan--
[ And if you do, she's all ears, but she's content with simply razing the lock into nothing by melted iron. ]
warden surana | dragon age
[ Dark? Check. Terrible monsters looking to kill you? Check. It's shaping up to be just a typical Thedosian Tuesday, even if the creatures she's fighting aren't darkspawn. A vicious tongue lashes out for her ankle and she's quick to send out a terrible shockwave of lightning, causing the creature to shriek in some ungodly manner. Her blade at her side comes out and down on the tongue, separating it from its owner, who then slithers back into the darkness far too quickly for her to follow with her eyes. ]
Dammit.
[ Can't let it get away to go find friends. She waves her staff once to summon wisps to her side, illuminating the dark, which offers both a boon and a disadvantage, for now she can be seen by enemies as well. Her armor, blue and silver with the emblem of a griffon emblazoned on her chest, shines bright in the dancing light provided by the wisps, and while she's prepared for battle, she isn't so ready for the creatures following them from the Door.
Perhaps foolishly, she goes to follow the creature into the dark, not asking for help. Encourage her to stay with the group or help her give chase, the choice is yours! ]
hope; three
[ Maker's breath, but she's hungry, and all of the fighting hasn't helped to conserve her flagging stamina. Surana stands outside the storefront like a child might look in a candy shop, debating the merits of simply breaking the glass. There's food there, dammit, and she's in no position to simply walk away. Where's a lockpick when you need one? (Not you, Zevran, lockpicking skills her ass, you liar.)
After some deliberation, and a cautious look around the street, she goes to simply melt the lock, hand pressed to the metal and summoning as much fire magic as she can.
Of course, should someone wander nearby, she shoots them a look over her shoulder and rolls her eyes. ]
Look, you can question my morality another time when we aren't starving. Unless you have a better plan--
[ And if you do, she's all ears, but she's content with simply razing the lock into nothing by melted iron. ]
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