[When he’d spotted a bunch of slavers dragging along a captive, Fenris had acted at once to stop them. In the battle that ensued, the poor unfortunate slave had been fatally injured. After taking down the slavers, Fenris tried to save the guy… but it was no use. With his dying breath, he’d handed Fenris a piece of paper. A map…]
[Now here he is with this bloodstained map in hand. He figures there’s something very important to it, and it’s the least he can do. It takes a while to find the exact spot, with quite a few false leads. But eventually, he’s finally gotten to the place… and he’s finally found the supposed ‘treasure,’ this meaningful item which the dying man had meant to lead him to.]
[Yeeeeah it’s a stack of love letters. Very explicit, very dirty ones in fact.]
[And he has no idea what they say whatsoever.]
[Brow furrowed and eyes narrowed, he’s holding up one of the letters, trying to work out any pieces of it that he can. Perhaps the man intended them to be delivered, after all…]
III. Bears
[Facing a bear is no easy task. This battle has been going on for a while now. Fenris growls as he lunges at the creature, swinging with a heavy strike of his two-handed sword. There’s blood splattered on him- mostly the bear’s- and he’s definitely wearing it down by now. It’s time to bring this fight to an end, once and for all.]
[Is he going to try this? Yes, of course he is. No one’s around, as far as he can tell, so it’s not like he’ll have to explain anything. He just wants this over. Not that he’s done this much with bears, but, well, there’s no time like the present to try it out.]
[His lyrium markings are already glowing brightly as he takes a couple more swings of the sword, the bear weakly rearing onto its hind legs for a last desperate attack, with claws wildly flailing… and then… and then… Fenris swiftly reaches his hand into the bear’s chest. It all happens fast, and then it's over. Suddenly, there’s more blood spurting out everywhere, as Fenris’ hand pulls back out holding the creature's heart, the bear collapsing to the ground…]
IV. Crystals
[Unseen by anyone he’s talking to, Fenris is holding the crystal out at arm’s length, as if it’s something dangerous or disgusting. It's basically both.]
A magical crystal. [The word “magical” is said as if it’s a curse word. Clearly the person at the other end of this thing is highly unimpressed.] I never thought I’d see the day that I would make use of a magical crystal. Now we know the world is truly on the verge of ending.
V. Playing cards
[There’s wine, and there’s a deck of cards. What else do you need? Instead of his preferred routine of going off to quietly brood and drink in a corner of the tavern, Fenris is surprisingly in a good mood tonight. He's not normally one for playing with just anyone, but... well... it's been a while since he's had any opportunity, lately.]
Fenris | Dragon Age II
[When he’d spotted a bunch of slavers dragging along a captive, Fenris had acted at once to stop them. In the battle that ensued, the poor unfortunate slave had been fatally injured. After taking down the slavers, Fenris tried to save the guy… but it was no use. With his dying breath, he’d handed Fenris a piece of paper. A map…]
[Now here he is with this bloodstained map in hand. He figures there’s something very important to it, and it’s the least he can do. It takes a while to find the exact spot, with quite a few false leads. But eventually, he’s finally gotten to the place… and he’s finally found the supposed ‘treasure,’ this meaningful item which the dying man had meant to lead him to.]
[Yeeeeah it’s a stack of love letters. Very explicit, very dirty ones in fact.]
[And he has no idea what they say whatsoever.]
[Brow furrowed and eyes narrowed, he’s holding up one of the letters, trying to work out any pieces of it that he can. Perhaps the man intended them to be delivered, after all…]
III. Bears
[Facing a bear is no easy task. This battle has been going on for a while now. Fenris growls as he lunges at the creature, swinging with a heavy strike of his two-handed sword. There’s blood splattered on him- mostly the bear’s- and he’s definitely wearing it down by now. It’s time to bring this fight to an end, once and for all.]
[Is he going to try this? Yes, of course he is. No one’s around, as far as he can tell, so it’s not like he’ll have to explain anything. He just wants this over. Not that he’s done this much with bears, but, well, there’s no time like the present to try it out.]
[His lyrium markings are already glowing brightly as he takes a couple more swings of the sword, the bear weakly rearing onto its hind legs for a last desperate attack, with claws wildly flailing… and then… and then… Fenris swiftly reaches his hand into the bear’s chest. It all happens fast, and then it's over. Suddenly, there’s more blood spurting out everywhere, as Fenris’ hand pulls back out holding the creature's heart, the bear collapsing to the ground…]
IV. Crystals
[Unseen by anyone he’s talking to, Fenris is holding the crystal out at arm’s length, as if it’s something dangerous or disgusting. It's basically both.]
A magical crystal. [The word “magical” is said as if it’s a curse word. Clearly the person at the other end of this thing is highly unimpressed.] I never thought I’d see the day that I would make use of a magical crystal. Now we know the world is truly on the verge of ending.
V. Playing cards
[There’s wine, and there’s a deck of cards. What else do you need? Instead of his preferred routine of going off to quietly brood and drink in a corner of the tavern, Fenris is surprisingly in a good mood tonight. He's not normally one for playing with just anyone, but... well... it's been a while since he's had any opportunity, lately.]
Care for a game?