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riverviewlogs2018-03-29 10:46 pm
tevinteraltus) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-03-29 10:46 pm
(catch-all) late march→april
who; Magic Dorian (of the Pavus flavor) and YOU!
what; TDM prompts + General around-ness/catch-all
when; Late March → April
where; Places!
warnings; violence, philosophical discussions/beliefs (maybe), more to be added if it's needed
01 River Fighting - Late March | OTA
[Normally Dorian wouldn't rush out into danger, but with the river swelling and nasty little beasties deciding to invade his little foster home for the time-being, it's his deep-seated belief that mages were born with the gift with a responsibility to use it to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. "Magic is meant to serve man", as the Chantry teaches, after all. Dorian hasn't worn the attire he's found in near the flooded areas in months, since shortly after arriving actually, but the leathers and robes, aside from looking rather smart, are also enchanted, giving the mage a bit of added defense against the monsters from the river. That doesn't mean he wouldn't welcome company, of course.
He pauses as he rounds a corner, an overgrown crocodile rears its head from the flood waters down the bank. He brings himself up short, breath catching for a moment until he's certain the beast hasn't seen him...or heard him. He raises a hand slowly, muscles tensing and chilled air seems to swirl around him, and he tenses his hand as a glowing sigil of white energy, an intricate swirling of concentric circles and runic tracings is etched onto the pavement near the water's rising edge where it pulses with a gentle glow. Seemingly satisfied with the large sigil's, roughly four feet across, placement, he smirks slightly, shifting his stance, bringing his hands together before him as though holding a ball, and a ball does indeed begin to grow in the space between them, a swirling purple-black thing of fetid, necromantic energy. Just before it's grown large enough to touch his cupped palms, he shifts, hurling the ball at the crocodile with all his strength. It strikes true, spreading across the crocodile's head and what if its body is visible above the water's surface like wildfire, an inky purple smoke and the croc hisses in pain...and rage. Wherever the purple smoke touches the beast, it seems to sink in, shimmering just barely in view, enveloping it in an apparently very painful embrace. It only seems to anger the monster, though, as it hones in on Dorian who slides his red-crystal-topped staff from his back.]
Come on, you Blighter! Hit the trap!
[The beast pulls its bulk from the water and is capable of deceptively fast movement on land. And very long strides that take it over Dorian's carefully laid frost trap.]
Damn.
[Fire erupts at Dorian's fingertips and encircles the crystal atop his staff as he brings the weapon to bear. At least the necromantic curse he's hurled on the creature would continue to weaken it, and, provided the beast fell before the spell's effect was exhausted, they'd have a rather sizeable beast on their side in the likely event its friends decided to show up.]
A little help for the mage, if you please?
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what; TDM prompts + General around-ness/catch-all
when; Late March → April
where; Places!
warnings; violence, philosophical discussions/beliefs (maybe), more to be added if it's needed
01 River Fighting - Late March | OTA
[Normally Dorian wouldn't rush out into danger, but with the river swelling and nasty little beasties deciding to invade his little foster home for the time-being, it's his deep-seated belief that mages were born with the gift with a responsibility to use it to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. "Magic is meant to serve man", as the Chantry teaches, after all. Dorian hasn't worn the attire he's found in near the flooded areas in months, since shortly after arriving actually, but the leathers and robes, aside from looking rather smart, are also enchanted, giving the mage a bit of added defense against the monsters from the river. That doesn't mean he wouldn't welcome company, of course.
He pauses as he rounds a corner, an overgrown crocodile rears its head from the flood waters down the bank. He brings himself up short, breath catching for a moment until he's certain the beast hasn't seen him...or heard him. He raises a hand slowly, muscles tensing and chilled air seems to swirl around him, and he tenses his hand as a glowing sigil of white energy, an intricate swirling of concentric circles and runic tracings is etched onto the pavement near the water's rising edge where it pulses with a gentle glow. Seemingly satisfied with the large sigil's, roughly four feet across, placement, he smirks slightly, shifting his stance, bringing his hands together before him as though holding a ball, and a ball does indeed begin to grow in the space between them, a swirling purple-black thing of fetid, necromantic energy. Just before it's grown large enough to touch his cupped palms, he shifts, hurling the ball at the crocodile with all his strength. It strikes true, spreading across the crocodile's head and what if its body is visible above the water's surface like wildfire, an inky purple smoke and the croc hisses in pain...and rage. Wherever the purple smoke touches the beast, it seems to sink in, shimmering just barely in view, enveloping it in an apparently very painful embrace. It only seems to anger the monster, though, as it hones in on Dorian who slides his red-crystal-topped staff from his back.]
Come on, you Blighter! Hit the trap!
[The beast pulls its bulk from the water and is capable of deceptively fast movement on land. And very long strides that take it over Dorian's carefully laid frost trap.]
Damn.
[Fire erupts at Dorian's fingertips and encircles the crystal atop his staff as he brings the weapon to bear. At least the necromantic curse he's hurled on the creature would continue to weaken it, and, provided the beast fell before the spell's effect was exhausted, they'd have a rather sizeable beast on their side in the likely event its friends decided to show up.]
A little help for the mage, if you please?
(OOC: More open prompts below! If you'd like a specific scene, or a setting other than what I provided, HMU on
01 ~ Lizard wrangling
The dull tingle of magic in the air and the sound of a familiar voice shouting has him running as fast as he can. And it's a good thing too. Dorian is going head-to-head with something that could be related more to a high dragon than a wyvern if the size is to be believed.]
You couldn't have brought a friend along before you decided to pick fights with the lizard population?
[Teasing the necromancer is second nature, even if they aren't from the same version of Thedas. Iona and Mahanon might be different, but it appears that nothing has really changed between the two friends.]
Even if the Iron Bull's not here [he jumps of the way of the creature's teeth; Dorian's healing spells aren't the best if he recalls correctly and he doesn't want to risk it.], you should know better, Dorian. You're supposed to be the smart one, right?
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And yet here you are, Commander. It's as though I assumed you couldn't keep yourself away from citizens in danger.
[He takes advantage of the giant lizard's distraction to lob a shimmering dome of energy over Cullen's head to give the crocodile something a lot tougher to chew threw if Cullen found himself in a rough spot, and then whirled his staff to its holster on his back momentarily, his mind weaving his mana through the arcane runes of an ice barrage spell. In the water, it would be much more effective, and it takes a moment to cast, so it's nice to have a brute with a shield to keep it busy for a moment. He released the barrage of ice missiles a moment later, and the collided with the beast's hide, freezing flesh were they landed.]
Ha! Step over that, you Blighter!
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And being able to fight like this makes him feel alive, useful.]
Someone has to be around to keep the pesky do-gooders alive another day. It just so happens that I get paid to do it.
[While Dorian is readying his magic, Cullen is enjoying slashing at the crocodile's thick hide and smashing it in the face with his shield. It takes some grace and skill to avoid the creature's powerful jaws and heavy tail, but he feels more like himself as a young, idealistic teenager than he has in a great deal of time.
When he freezes the croc's leg up to its knee, Cullen smashes with his shield as hard as he can.]
You've gotten better with the ice already!
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[It was good to banter, and to stretch his legs. Why, ever since arriving in the Quarantine, he hadn't had his life threatened once. Maybe that was partially why he'd come out here with no support, no backup to speak of. He always had risked bodily harm in the face of boredom, after all.
One delightful byproduct of freezing a limb so solidly as Dorian had was the fact that it shattered when Cullen slammed into it. The beast roared in pain and rage, and, suddenly overbalanced, fell from it's footing, splashing heavily into the rising river. It's struggles to rise seem furtive at best, as the swirling purple darkness still barrages the beast from all sides.
And Dorian shifts his focus to fire, though the spell he's preparing is going to take a few seconds.]
Shall I finish it off, or would you care for the killing blow, Commander?
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[Let Dorian have that to keep them both from overthinking things. Fights should be done on instinct, after all. Especially when one is using tools that are used all the time. Besides, it's good to move around and do the things that come naturally.
After the beast falls, Cullen looks for the best opportunity to stab it in the eye. His sword hits the animal's hide but it bounces off repeatedly. No purchase in the damn lizard's scales to do more damage than what he is right now.]
I'm not a gloryhound, Dorian. If you can kill it, please do.
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[ And that's perfectly fine you're not a gloryhound, Commander. Dorian's got enough of that for the both of you.
Though felled, the beast futilely attempted to snap at Cullen and it's at that moment Dorian takes the opportunity to...shove a fireball down it's throat. It writhes a lot before it stops moving, the purple mist of his death curse undulate, ready to reanimate the corpse, but he dismisses it with a wave of his hand.
There nothing around to use a temporary servant on at the moment. ]
Ha! And you doubted me!
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That's not to say he's incapable of it. He is, but not everyone can take the hits that he can.
Once the creature is dead, Cullen stabs it through the eye to be completely sure. Then he wipes his sword on his pant leg before sheathing it and returning his shield to its rightful place on his back.]
It's not so much as doubt as it is wanting you to get it over with.
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[ He does grimace at how casually Cullen simply wipes the creatures ichor on his pants leg but doesn't comment.
Instead, the approaches the creature and pulls a small, well-oiled cloth from the reagents bag he always carries with him and wraps a small chunk of still frozen crocodile meat neatly within it before returning to the Commander's side as he slides the sample back into the bag. ]
Shall we look about a bit, see whatever else may want to crawl out of the muck?
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[He will clean both his sword and his pants thoroughly when he is back in the barracks but a soldier never sheathes his weapon while it's covered in blood. That's a great way to ruin a perfectly good sword. And he's partial to his sword, thank you very much.
He watches the mage with a slight grimace of his own as he watches what amounts to research material gathering. He's always been okay when it comes to the herbs and dust and things, but flesh is too close to blood magic and it makes the hackles on the back of his neck stand on end. But he doesn't say anything, because he knows something of Dorian's past and has a good idea that the other man won't resort to blood magic.]
That sounds like a fine suggestion, considering I'm still on patrol. I'm surprised you came this far down the river. We've reports of dangerous creatures in the water for over a week now.
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Among many things, Commander? Research. Also? Using my Maker-given talents to their fullest capabilities.
[ He really does enjoy getting to kill things...and raise them from the dead, but that's not necessary to speak on at the moment, now is it? At Cullen's observation, though, he smirks, raising an eyebrow as he brings his staff to rest at his side. ]
Magic is to serve man, is it not? Protecting those by the waterfront is a responsibility of mine as much as it is yours, regardless of profession.
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It is indeed. I know no Reverend Mother who could disagree with your assessment. And don't get me wrong, I appreciate the help, but if you'd given me a little fair warning, I could have made sure that there were no sudden attacks.
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[ Dorian grins. In all his schooling, he'd focused on offensive magics because, well, he enjoyed a good fight. There was a reason, after all, he was expelled from his first circle at age 9 for accidentally injuring an opponent.
Well, at least everyone was under the impression it was by accident. ]
You really are no fun, Cullen.
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[Don't be a jerk.]
And I am plenty of fun. I am just practical, instead of chaotic. Not all of us can be like Sera.
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[With you specifically, Commander. I can't recall the last time, prior to our arrival here mind you, that I saw you without some sort of list.]
Or the Bull. [Which immediately tinges somewhere around his midsection in a way he'd very much like to avoid discussing. Or pondering.] But we should be about it. These monsters aren't going to clear out themselves.
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I never imagined that you would be so eager to kill monsters. Are you that bored with your research position?
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Why are you inclined to believe this isn't research, Commander?
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Oh, I'm not, but research being helped by fighting isn't exactly common. Unless we're talking about what Helisma did back in Skyhold and Minaeve before her. Of course, if you're that keen on your research, I won't judge you.
[A lot.]