[Testing Ground] Lost In Thedas

[greywardendarkwolf]

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Devyn Tabris and taleofthe's Character/s

Description:

Tossing a few starters at the wall to see what sticks.

CW:

TBD

Comments

So much for first impressions

[greywardendarkwolf]

In which a halla and a pony drag a Warden Commander to Skyhold

As they approached Skyhold, Tainal looked back over his shoulder at the elusive figure he'd been sent to find. It wasn't that the man had been hiding, exactly. He'd just left his entire identity behind. (How he'd ended up doing this without intending was anyone's guess.) But Tainal had been trained by Leliana herself, a point of pride. Between that, descriptions from those who'd worked with Devyn before, and the grey warden armor that while heavily modified and bearing a new device, was still recognizable enough, Tainal would have been ashamed not to find him.

Tainal rode a clever dun halla, Isien, and Devyn rode a stubborn white pony, Snowball. The two animals had sparked an immediate friendship and proceeded to make it everyone else's problem. For instance, Tainal hadn't planned on bringing back the former warden and Devyn hadn't planned on coming. In fact the letter stating he couldn't come had likely beaten them here by no less than a week. But somehow they had both been out-maneuvered by the hooved duo, and if Tainal were asked his opinion, he'd suggest that the gods had some hand in the matter as well.

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Devyn caught Tainal's eye as the Dalish scout looked back at him and then looked up, taking in the sheer size of Skyhold. It certainly brought back memories of Vigil's Keep, not just in structure, but in the assortment of people there. Except on a much grander scale. He hadn't realized the scope of the Inquisition until this moment. How had they managed to fit in Haven? Perhaps they'd only grown after coming here? He didn't know, but it rattled him.

Up until this moment, he thought he was meeting someone much like him, thrust into a leadership position they hadn't wanted, just trying to keep those around alive. But this? Whoever led this force, whatever their title, was probably more like a monarch. At least he'd only heard good things about this Inquisitor. He didn't want to deal with a tyrant with this at their disposal, and what reputation put down as an unreasonable level of charisma. He didn't trust his ability to shout people out of following a cult, and he would be hard pressed to fight his way out if it came down to it.

No. It wouldn't, he forced his muscles to relax as Snowball followed Isien across the bridge to the main fortress. Neither Leliana nor Morrigan would suffer a tyrant. So he could only trust their judgement, and trust Tainal's. They'd spent enough time together on the trip, that he'd gotten to know the scout, at least enough for that.

Snowball stopped in the entry courtyard, refusing to budge until he dismounted, and as soon as he did, she pulled away and bolted down the path to the stables. He looked to Tainal for help, since he was at least still mounted. But no, it seemed the poor scout was in similar straits, except Isien hadn't even bothered to trick him into dismounting. She instead ran after Snowball with her rider still on her back, both moving at a gait that Devyn was certain was their equivalent of laughing at the both of them.

Well. He was certainly making a first impression with the Inquisition. What kind?

...

He didn't want to talk about it.