NPCs for Grey Wardens (wardensnpc) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-10-03 12:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! narrative, & 9:45 (5) molioris |
Who: Grey Wardens Aedan Maivia, Rudyerd Franklin & Oisin Jernigan (NPCs)
Where: Southern Bannorn
When: 26 Molioris, 9:45 Dragon
Summary: An interlude. While the newest Wardens are off on their missions, a few senior members are on a quest of their own.
Rating: S for silly.
"Quit whining, Ruddy," grumbled Aedan between breaths as he hoisted himself over the boulder pile, not bothering to wait for the other two once he found his footing on the top of the mound. It was natural for him to take point, if not because he bore the demeanor of a leader, than simply because he was the biggest of the three (and yet somehow, he managed to be an astoundingly stealthy rogue). He only glanced back once at his friend to gesture at the elf trailing behind both of them, "It's not my fault that you still seem to think possessing glamor muscles is an indicator of success when it comes to the Joining. I mean, look at Oisin." "'Look at Oisin'? What's that supposed to mean? I'm a formidable mage, damn it!" protested the small man as he scrambled over the rocks, though the effort had left him far too winded to sound as firm as he would have liked. He straightened up as he fell in line beside the two humans, though even at his most rigid, Oisin barely reached their shoulders. They stood on top of the overlook, scanning the horizon for a specific landmark. But their actual mission seemed to be the least of their concerns at the moment. The warrior rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest, brow furrowed and expression just short of a pout, "Oh, come on. There's usually two like us to every one like him. And even you bet mostly on the big guys, Oisin." A wry smirk appeared at the corner of Aedan's mouth, "Shouldn't that have tipped you off not to pick them, then?" Somehow always the victim when it came to arguments he wasn't even a part of, Oisin grimaced, "You guys are real ass--" "Shh," hushed Aedan sharply, lowering himself to the ground. His movement was mirrored by the other two Wardens as they all crouched behind the line of stones, peering over the edge of the outcropping to the vale below. Dark, mottled heads could be seen gathered along the river's edge, a low thrum that comprised their voices just barely audible over the dull roar of the flowing water. The Wardens could see their enemy clearly, even feel them, but they hadn't been seen...yet. Rudyerd lowered his voice to a whisper, "How many, d'you think?" Aedan shot him a look, "If you're trying to wager how many darkspawn are out there so you can make your money back, that's really a new low, Rud." "Pfft, like it didn't cross your mind," countered the other man indignantly, before becoming serious again. Well, as close to serious as he could get, given what he was about to say: "Anyway, how do we feel about the Hateful Squirrel Toss of Flames Maneuver?" That he could say those words with a completely straight face was a feat on its own. There was a long pause as they tried very hard not to laugh. Howling and cackling would ruin the element of surprise, after all. After the moment's delay, a severe expression of concern came over the mage's face as he realized what exactly his friend meant. "Wait... Isn't that the one where I'm bait? I don't want to be bait again," Oisin whined, beginning to edge away from the other two men like a skittish animal. "Man up. It didn't go that badly last time. We got you out, didn't we?" Oisin practically leapt to his feet (though being so little meant that the darkspawn still wouldn't likely see him up there), and started backing down the way they'd come. "I nearly lost my hand!" he flailed at Ruddy, "To you! When you came swinging in!" Ruddy shifted around, prepared to get up and grab the elf if he absolutely had to. "Bah, only nearly. Aedan's right. Don't be a pansy about it, Oisin. We'll save you." "No. I don't want to do it." The Rivaini man sighed, aggravation making it sound more like a growl than a simple exhalation, "What if I pay for your expenses at The Pearl, next time we go?" The pause that followed was not nearly as long as one would have expected. Oisin continued to sulk, but he relented and stepped back toward his partners, "...fine. But next time, you're the bait. And I'll try very hard not to burn your eyebrows off while I'm rescuing you." "Atta boy," Aedan grinned, patting the elf on the back with a heavy hand that would have knocked him over if Oisin hadn't gotten used to the impact. The rogue turned to the warrior, "Hand me the rope." |