Private Character Introduction: Taran (the Herald)
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fadewalkTaran still wasn't sure how he'd let himself get talked into this.
He shifted, trying not to be too obvious about eyeing the guards. Alexius was monologuing...why did they always insist on monologuing?...and the rest of his party was tense around him. Walking into a trap had seemed like a fine plan back at Haven, but now it was beginning to seem like a really bad idea.
A really, really, great, now the evil magister with some kind of weird crush on me is going kidnap me and exploit all the mages after all bad idea.
"So, not to interrupt," Taran interrupted. "But...can we get to the point? My men are getting restless."
He wasn't 100% sure his men had managed to infiltrate the guard, but if he'd learned anything about being the Herald of Andraste, it was that nothing beat a good bluff. And hey, look at that: the guards moved to flank him protectively when Alexius turned to glower. Maybe it was going to turn out all right after all.
(Which was naturally the world's cue to send him sailing ass over teakettle, tumbling through some kind of weird portal of magic that sprang from the necklace Alexius flung up and into...)
Taran sat up, rubbing at the back of his head. His sword had clattered to the ground next to him, and there was a journal sitting at his feet. He appeared to be in some kind of cell? A castle cell? Wow, so that had all gone spectacularly badly.
"Um," he said, moving slowly to his feet. "Crap. Leliana is going to kill me."
He shifted, trying not to be too obvious about eyeing the guards. Alexius was monologuing...why did they always insist on monologuing?...and the rest of his party was tense around him. Walking into a trap had seemed like a fine plan back at Haven, but now it was beginning to seem like a really bad idea.
A really, really, great, now the evil magister with some kind of weird crush on me is going kidnap me and exploit all the mages after all bad idea.
"So, not to interrupt," Taran interrupted. "But...can we get to the point? My men are getting restless."
He wasn't 100% sure his men had managed to infiltrate the guard, but if he'd learned anything about being the Herald of Andraste, it was that nothing beat a good bluff. And hey, look at that: the guards moved to flank him protectively when Alexius turned to glower. Maybe it was going to turn out all right after all.
(Which was naturally the world's cue to send him sailing ass over teakettle, tumbling through some kind of weird portal of magic that sprang from the necklace Alexius flung up and into...)
Taran sat up, rubbing at the back of his head. His sword had clattered to the ground next to him, and there was a journal sitting at his feet. He appeared to be in some kind of cell? A castle cell? Wow, so that had all gone spectacularly badly.
"Um," he said, moving slowly to his feet. "Crap. Leliana is going to kill me."
