Private Character Introduction: Dorian Pavus
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fadewalkDying was, surprisingly, just like many of the idealists claimed it would be. Everything hurt a lot, and then it didn't. Laying on the hard ground, Dorian tried to go over what had just happened in his mind, but all that was coming to him was, This is it? No more searing pain from multiple open wounds (thankfully, none on the face). No more white-hot agony of magical fire. Just the mild discomfort in his shoulder from laying on his side on a stone surface. And he hadn't even been able to give a dramatic death soliloquy!
But he couldn't just lay here forever.
Dorian opened his eyes, then quickly shut them against what he was met with. He would have recognized his little nook in the Skyhold library from any angle, even where he was on the floor. (He may or may not have fallen asleep drunk there one night and slid out of the chair, but no one talks about that.) More cautiously, he opened his eyes again and sat up. He supposed it made sense that his after-life fade escapade would take place in a mimic of Skyhold. Those were some of the best years of his life, after all.
Getting to his feet was easy, for someone who had apparently just met their mortal fate. He dusted off the seat of his pants (You just couldn't escape dust in a library, even in the fade.), and poked his head out of the inlet. The whole floor seemed devoid of people. Spirits? Demons? Whatever he might encounter in the fade.
But he couldn't just lay here forever.
Dorian opened his eyes, then quickly shut them against what he was met with. He would have recognized his little nook in the Skyhold library from any angle, even where he was on the floor. (He may or may not have fallen asleep drunk there one night and slid out of the chair, but no one talks about that.) More cautiously, he opened his eyes again and sat up. He supposed it made sense that his after-life fade escapade would take place in a mimic of Skyhold. Those were some of the best years of his life, after all.
Getting to his feet was easy, for someone who had apparently just met their mortal fate. He dusted off the seat of his pants (You just couldn't escape dust in a library, even in the fade.), and poked his head out of the inlet. The whole floor seemed devoid of people. Spirits? Demons? Whatever he might encounter in the fade.
