Alixanna a riposté quand la couverture a été retirée, essayant de s'éloigner de l'autre présence. Avant que le médecin ne puisse complètement reculer, une main a couvert son visage et les boues toxiques se sont retirées. Le processus l'a laissée gaspiller avidement alors que ses poumons ont finalement pu puiser dans des respirations non obstruées une fois de plus. Quand ses pupilles s'étaient assez contractées pour qu'Alixanna puisse se concentrer, la brune a essayé de s'emparer de son capteur. "Gorgeous," a fourni son esprit, sans aide. Elle n'a pas pu épingler les détails de son visage. La fille du docteur a pensé que son capteur l'avait regardée. Alixanna a avalé fort comme l'autre lui a dit qu'ils allaient voir son maître.
Puis le chariot a recommencé à bouger et le guérisseur a été laissé pour regarder vers le haut de l'arbre. Ils continuent comme ça pendant un moment, jusqu'à ce qu'ils s'arrêtent et que la femme revienne. Elle délimita les pieds d'Alixanna, mais laissa les mains liées avant de la sortir de l'arrière du chariot, sa poignée étonnamment douce. Regarde. Il nous attend, a dit son capteur, en changeant de timbre de voix en se rendant au centre de la tourbière.
Alixanna a déplacé son regard vers le milieu du marais et n'a rien vu au début. L'adolescente a commencé à demander, sa voix encore égratignante, mais elle l'a vu, une bête qui était aussi grande qu'un homme, couverte dans le feuillage du marais et ses jowls se sont séparés, révélant des dents jaunâtres et incroyablement pointues. Les Dieux ont la miséricorde, pensa-t-elle, transfixée par le monstre. Elle parlait à l'autre femme, mais les seules paroles qui ont été enregistrées étaient ‘le roi déchiqueté'.
Le lion s'approcha, son museau se pressa presque contre son visage alors qu'il lui demandait : « Est-ce que ma sorcière... dit la vérité, mon enfant? Votre âme purifiera-t-elle la mienne?"
Alixanna a regardé dans les yeux de la créature et réfléchi dans les orbes maléfiques n'étaient que la mort et la misère. Le médecin a tremblé. La sorcière a dit autre chose et les yeux du roi s'élargissent, épinglant Alixanna où elle se tenait. Une vague de nausées est tombée sur elle et Alixanna's l'esprit était rempli d'images du lion festant sur les jeunes filles et écrasant les crânes d'enfants dans ses mâchoires hideuses, tout en pleurant encore pour leurs mères. La bête a regardé loin et Alixanna a mordu sa lèvre si dur à éviter de crier qu'elle puisse goûter du sang.
Le roi redouté a disparu dans les profondeurs de la tourbière et la femme déguisée a dit, "Je vais vous donner un départ de cinq minutes."
Alixanna a attendu jusqu'à ce que la femme et son chariot soient presque hors de vue, essayant d'évacuer sa respiration pour qu'elle ne s'évanouisse pas. Elle ne courra jamais quelqu'un comme ça, pensa-t-elle, ses orteils fléchissant dans l'argile humide. Le pied de fer, les mains attachées, et cette chemise de nuit est comme une foutue balise de dieux, Alixanna a ronflé à la chemise de nuit comme s'il était à blâmer pour cette situation.
Désorienté, Alixanna a pris une direction et a commencé à marcher, luttant pour être rapide et maintenir son équilibre en même temps. Une branche d'arbre brisée griffa son bicep et elle siffla, regardant vers le bas la matière déchirée de sa manche et le sang qui coulait de la petite blessure. Elle sentit le bourdonnement chaud de sa magie tandis que sa peau brillait d'un or pâle et commençait à tricoter ensemble, mais le sang était encore vibrant contre le blanc de sa chemise de nuit.
Ça lui a donné une idée.
Alixanna rama son épaule aussi fort que possible contre le point aigu de la branche cassée, la forçant à percer sa chair et à créer une gorge profonde. "Hurhg," elle a percuté la douleur, se concentrant sur l'arrêt de la magie qui a naturellement soufflé pour arrêter le saignement. Les rangers ne peuvent pas manquer cela,,, elle murmura alors qu'elle courait l'épaule blessée sur le tronc d'un saule, laissant derrière un frottis de sang. Cette personne d'Ogar l'aurait sûrement vu aussi, mais ils allaient l'attraper de toute façon.
Alixanna continua de marcher, en lui frottant le sang sur tous les arbres et les buissons qu'elle passa.
Role/Class Bard's Son, the Leaf Singer
Appearance






Name Varric Dawnleaf/Age 18/Gender Trans Boy
Personality:
Varric is a bit of a mixed bag. He's certainly polite and treats people well, but, the thing is, he is a bit of an ass as well. If there's one thing he cares about, it's entertainment. And his mom, but more importantly, entertainment. He gets bored easily. So, he likes to stir some trouble on occasion. Maybe kick some valuable and watch as people go ballistic, just to return it later. Maybe punch a girl's but and make it seem like the guy next to him did it. He also tends to boast, about his deeds, and more than once has had to do some form of restitution.
One thing in his favor is that, for all his false boasting and whatnot, Varric is ballsy. He doesn't seem to know what fear is. He once heard od dangerous bandits in the woods, and actively sought them out. After getting inevitably captured, he convinced them that he was the Mayor's daughter, and that if they sent word that they had him, then the Mayor would pay them. Since the mayor, and his actual daughter for that matter, we're kind of BADASS, this ended poorly for the bandits. Especially when bardmom got involved.
As one may have noticed, Varric is a bit impulsive too. He tends to give exactly zero fucks about the consequences, until he has to face them. He sometimes does genuinely mean things, and only later realizes that, no, pinching that girl's butt and blaming someone else is NOT a harmless prank, but rather a very mean thing to do for both parties.
He also loves to charm the ladies and gents. He can often be seen flirting with many dames and dudes, serenading and playing for them. That's the kind of guy he is. He is utterly shameless.
There is another side to him, more sensitive. This only ever seems to come out when he is among nature, or making music. He loves to sing, and he loves to play the lute. He's good at it too, and knows it.
Varric at his best is a charismatic leader with a rebellious streak and very interesting to have around. On a bad day, he is an unapologetic asshole who causes trouble and pisses people off.
Bio
Marion Dawnleaf lived a rather eventful life before she settled.
Varric's mother, Marion, is actually quite the famous adventurer, and a lot of her stories are not so much legends as personal anecdotes. She has braved dark dungeons, slain a dragon, seduced a minor nature god, and, her proudest accomplishment, given birth to a beautiful boy.
Mind you, she kept adventuring for a little while after "settling down" and getting the tavern. And like hell she would trust a babysitter with her child! Had to teach him the family business!
Varric had a pretty awesome childhood, all told.
Varric showed a talent for magic from an early age, and seemed to know it more intuitively than by learning. During his free time, he was quite the wildchild, going about in nature and causing trouble. The guard know him by name.
Varric actually had quite the ideal life. His single mother raised him well enough, even if he is a bit of an ass. He has never wanted for anything, and was always provided for. Hell, even when he realized he was, well, a he, that was pretty simple. His mom didn't give a shit, and at that point everyone accepted Varric was a bit weird.
Varric wants to do as his mom did, however, and start adventuring. She forbids it, due to the obvious danger involved, but he has found his own small scale adventures. The largest of which was him getting captured by bandits.
He was lucky his mom had retained her adventuring skills, or else he could have died. Afterwards, she was livid with him.
Varric was just finalizing his plans to skip town and find an adventuring group, when he found a flower in his bed...
Weapon: Varric's Lute: Varric wields a modified wizard's..."staff". His mother had it specially crafted for him. The Lute enhances Varric's magic through him playing it, and is very durable. It also has a basic spell enchanted into it to allow Varric to turn sound into concussive force. It uses his own magical energy, and only disables a foe for a short time, a few seconds, but it is a very good way to get out of trouble.
Skills:
Charisma: Once you let Varric open his mouth, you have lost. Varric can talk his way out of anything, a trait he gets from his mother.
Leafsong: Varric can use magic through music. His magic is more of a muscle than a skill, and the ways he's exercised it show. He is mostly good at ilusions and mobility, and as a combat mage he is nigh on useless. He can move around swiftly using the wind, and render himself almost invisible using a cloak of the wind. He can also cause leaves and petals to fly about himself for dramatic effect.
Sneaky:Varric is one sneaky bastard, and is a master of hiding in plain sight. Despite his reputation, he still manages to be able to hide in a crowd.
Nature Empath: Varric is a natural at traveling in nature. It's like nature itself tries to provide for him.
Lockpicking: Varric took up this skill in order to be better at pranks.
Other: Magic Vulnerability: As the very obvious son of a minor nature god and a powerful bard, Varric has inherited a sensitivity to magic. While obviously this endangers him to enemy casters, this does have some benefits, as he is also extra sensitive to positive magic.
As a result, his mom is known as the only one who can catch him, as her magical skills can easily track and capture him.