The fact a very tall (though not as tall as he was) armed and well-dressed elven man who carries himself like high nobility has appeared might be a cause for notice in a rural area near Kirkwall. That is, were it not for the fact that rifts are more likely to disgorge demons and wraiths, so any sensible person would be leaving the area before seeing if anyone else was going to spawn from it.
Duke Temma of Arylle, known as Aerich to his friends, for his part, was reflecting that this dream felt more like one his dear friend, Tazendra, would have. Certainly it would be more pleasant for her to be fighting a group of strange ghostly apparitions that were using… something… to draw power. Not sorcery as he knew it; mentally reaching for the Orb turned up the empty feeling he had grown accustomed to in the Interregnum. Of more immediate concern was that, whatever powered it, it was clear it could hurt him which had cued him in that he had moved from dream to something else.
His sword and poniard were drawn, but his posture was defensive. This rifter lacks the sort of abilities that would damage that which is not solid. It’s also clear that he is hemmed in enough that retreat is difficult. Finally, he was still adapting to a reach that, while still larger than most opponents, was diminished.
Aerich does have the situational awareness to notice others approaching. At this point, a number of questions he has might be pertinent, but he asks the most immediate one. “Will you assist me?”
II. LIBRARY After a rather unproductive (but polite) discussion with medical staff about the definition of human, elf and how it varies here as opposed to Aerich’s home planet, and that he was under quarantine for a month (30 days, not 17), Aerich has ensconced himself into the library. His education, while having been appropriate for high nobility of the House of the Lyorn, covers matters of history and of his own Empire, not these new, foreign lands. While normally he would assume that matters of honor were universal, his father had been a diplomat as well as a duke, and even relations with the islands off of the Empire’s coast — whose people were at least the same species as most of the Empire’s citizens — were complicated by matters of culture.
So, like many new arrivals, Aerich can be found in the library, trying to make up in days what an educated Thedasian might get in years. One can see him pause, taking notes in handwriting that shouldn’t be that neat for being so hastily done. Or you might find him searching for a book or two, perhaps the one you are reading. He clears his throat. “Your pardon?”
III. OUTSIDE There were other things to do. Aerich had never left the Empire, so a basic task was simply growing used to the light of the Furnace without a layer of cloud between it and his eyes, and occasionally staring at the ocean-sea. But he can also be found in the training ring, running through sword forms and adapting to his new reach. At least he was used to opponents that were his same size.
He is unlikely to speak, or even show he notices other people until he stops for a break. This gets a polite nod.
IV. WILDCARD I’m here from EMP. If you want a custom start, let me know. I’m mostly familiar with Dragon Age from osmosis. I’ll also be TDM-ing a D&D character.
Aerich | Dragaera books | rifter
The fact a very tall (though not as tall as he was) armed and well-dressed elven man who carries himself like high nobility has appeared might be a cause for notice in a rural area near Kirkwall. That is, were it not for the fact that rifts are more likely to disgorge demons and wraiths, so any sensible person would be leaving the area before seeing if anyone else was going to spawn from it.
Duke Temma of Arylle, known as Aerich to his friends, for his part, was reflecting that this dream felt more like one his dear friend, Tazendra, would have. Certainly it would be more pleasant for her to be fighting a group of strange ghostly apparitions that were using… something… to draw power. Not sorcery as he knew it; mentally reaching for the Orb turned up the empty feeling he had grown accustomed to in the Interregnum. Of more immediate concern was that, whatever powered it, it was clear it could hurt him which had cued him in that he had moved from dream to something else.
His sword and poniard were drawn, but his posture was defensive. This rifter lacks the sort of abilities that would damage that which is not solid. It’s also clear that he is hemmed in enough that retreat is difficult. Finally, he was still adapting to a reach that, while still larger than most opponents, was diminished.
Aerich does have the situational awareness to notice others approaching. At this point, a number of questions he has might be pertinent, but he asks the most immediate one. “Will you assist me?”
II. LIBRARY
After a rather unproductive (but polite) discussion with medical staff about the definition of human, elf and how it varies here as opposed to Aerich’s home planet, and that he was under quarantine for a month (30 days, not 17), Aerich has ensconced himself into the library. His education, while having been appropriate for high nobility of the House of the Lyorn, covers matters of history and of his own Empire, not these new, foreign lands. While normally he would assume that matters of honor were universal, his father had been a diplomat as well as a duke, and even relations with the islands off of the Empire’s coast — whose people were at least the same species as most of the Empire’s citizens — were complicated by matters of culture.
So, like many new arrivals, Aerich can be found in the library, trying to make up in days what an educated Thedasian might get in years. One can see him pause, taking notes in handwriting that shouldn’t be that neat for being so hastily done. Or you might find him searching for a book or two, perhaps the one you are reading. He clears his throat. “Your pardon?”
III. OUTSIDE
There were other things to do. Aerich had never left the Empire, so a basic task was simply growing used to the light of the Furnace without a layer of cloud between it and his eyes, and occasionally staring at the ocean-sea. But he can also be found in the training ring, running through sword forms and adapting to his new reach. At least he was used to opponents that were his same size.
He is unlikely to speak, or even show he notices other people until he stops for a break. This gets a polite nod.
IV. WILDCARD
I’m here from EMP. If you want a custom start, let me know. I’m mostly familiar with Dragon Age from osmosis. I’ll also be TDM-ing a D&D character.