Private Character Introduction: Aria Lavellan
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fadewalkInquisitor Aria Lavellan was someone easy to be pleased.
All she wanted, after defeating Corypheus, was some good time to rest and unwind, some free moments from the Inquisition and her huge responsabilities. But whenever she wasn't even able to drink her wine peacefully, she would thought she should have done just like Solas: disappeared after the battle and vanish in the world.
But nooo... she had to be brave, to face her responsabilities. The Greater Good she told herself... 'Only now the Greater Good is having enough time to sleep and to drink my wine. Curious how being the Inquisitor changes your perspective.
Cole's usual spot inside the Herald Rest was the best spot to lay low for an hour or two, just before the ruckus caused by the soldiers walking the battlements after her made Aria feel guilty and move back to her scheduled activities.
But not that night.
Aria ordered her wine and went upstairs, after exchanging few words with Krem and Iron Bull. If she couldn't think of something, soon the Chargers would leave, just like Blackwall before them. Cole wasn't nowehere to be seem, so she parked in her usual chair, reading a book and taking a sip of her wine. The candle's light flickered before being extinguished by the breeze; something was wrong.
Her mark exploded in bright green light and the pain took over her arm and shoulder and Aria clenched her jaw to avoid yelling. A deafening shattering sound was the last thing she heard before passing out.
She woke up with her mark flickering, hand pulsing with pain.
There was a weird-looking journal under her side and she could hear voices and chattering downstairs. 'How long have I been out...?'
When she went downstairs and saw not one, but two Dorian, she was convinced something was definitely wrong.
All she wanted, after defeating Corypheus, was some good time to rest and unwind, some free moments from the Inquisition and her huge responsabilities. But whenever she wasn't even able to drink her wine peacefully, she would thought she should have done just like Solas: disappeared after the battle and vanish in the world.
But nooo... she had to be brave, to face her responsabilities. The Greater Good she told herself... 'Only now the Greater Good is having enough time to sleep and to drink my wine. Curious how being the Inquisitor changes your perspective.
Cole's usual spot inside the Herald Rest was the best spot to lay low for an hour or two, just before the ruckus caused by the soldiers walking the battlements after her made Aria feel guilty and move back to her scheduled activities.
But not that night.
Aria ordered her wine and went upstairs, after exchanging few words with Krem and Iron Bull. If she couldn't think of something, soon the Chargers would leave, just like Blackwall before them. Cole wasn't nowehere to be seem, so she parked in her usual chair, reading a book and taking a sip of her wine. The candle's light flickered before being extinguished by the breeze; something was wrong.
Her mark exploded in bright green light and the pain took over her arm and shoulder and Aria clenched her jaw to avoid yelling. A deafening shattering sound was the last thing she heard before passing out.
She woke up with her mark flickering, hand pulsing with pain.
There was a weird-looking journal under her side and she could hear voices and chattering downstairs. 'How long have I been out...?'
When she went downstairs and saw not one, but two Dorian, she was convinced something was definitely wrong.
