Eirny a été absorbé dans une seule page couverte par divers écrits et esquisses: diverses notes dérivées à la fois crédibles et non sources sur l'endroit où la Rose de la Plaine Silent aurait été trouvée. C'était une chose curieuse, dont elle n'avait même pas entendu parler pendant son temps d'étude dans le Cercle. Beaucoup de gens ont juré que c'était réel tandis que d'autres riaient, l'appelant un vieux conte d'herboriste. Les dessins ont été obtenus à partir des descriptions abondantes qu'on lui avait données sur la rose. Encore une fois, les « faits » étaient peu nombreux, loin de là, et souvent contradictoires. Elle ne savait pas quoi, si quoi que ce soit, ils trouveraient à la fin, elle espérait juste qu'ils trouveraient quelque chose bientôt. Cela avait déjà duré plusieurs jours et le voyage l'atteignait.
Elle regardait maintenant les autres dans sa fête. Beaucoup d'entre eux ont grizzlé et testé des aventuriers à part entière. Même leur nouveau membre, Shok, semblait mieux adapté au style de vie. Eirny savait qu'elle était souvent celle qui les ralentissait, bien qu'elle ait fait de son mieux pour passer aussi longtemps et aussi vite qu'elle le pouvait. Cela fait déjà un an qu'elle a rejoint les mercenaires, et bien qu'elle se sente certainement plus à l'aise maintenant qu'elle savait qu'elle avait encore un long chemin à parcourir. Elle s'est rappelée qu'elle ne serait pas là si elle n'en avait pas besoin. Juste l'idée des événements qui ont conduit à son apostasie a suffi à lui faire feu dans la poitrine.
Une petite lumière dansait à la périphérie de sa vision maintenant, pas vraiment présente mais se montrant à elle au cas où elle aurait besoin de l'appeler. Elle s'était habituée à l'entrée et à la sortie des wisps et c'était leur façon de lui dire qu'ils étaient proches; c'était toujours un peu plus réconfortant de savoir qu'on gardait sa compagnie. Les sons du groupe la mettent encore plus à la maison, même dans ces environs. Le sable était désagréable à dire le moins et une tempête menaçait de se briser bientôt. Néanmoins, les sons de chant, de chant, de camp et de guffaw occasionnels ont ramené des souvenirs de ce que la vie pouvait être. C'était une famille étrange, mais c'était à elle maintenant.
Shok et Erinya n'avaient pas besoin de son aide pour nettoyer, réparer ou envelopper leurs blessures aujourd'hui, mais elle gardait néanmoins un œil inquiet pour eux. Il n'est jamais mal d'avoir un deuxième avis, surtout en ce qui concerne les wyverns. Des bêtes fascinantes mais mortelles. Comme devenait l'habitude, Eirny regardait Shok travailler si aucune aide n'était nécessaire; elle offrait toujours son aide, bien sûr, voulant être utile, mais était plus qu'heureux de regarder chaque fois qu'on lui refusait. Jamais l'étudiant, c'était toujours intéressant de voir une façon nouvelle ou différente de faire les choses.
Le nain appelé Garlenn commençait à mettre le feu à un camp. Maintenant semblait aussi bon un temps que n'importe qui pour commencer à déballer son lit roulant, quand Ovra a lancé un cri. Elle regarda Garlenn et Erinya se mettre rapidement en position. Ne voulant pas prendre du retard encore une fois, Eirny a pris son étau avec une position de préparation à partir de l'arrière. Elle avait une bonne vue d'ici et elle voulait s'assurer qu'elle était dans une meilleure position pour aider à soutenir et défendre que le dernier combat. "Qu'est-ce qu'on a?" Elle n'était pas sûre si quelqu'un avait un bon regard sur qui ou quoi que ce soit s'approchait, mais Eirny s'efforçait maintenant de regarder dans la direction qu'Ovra semblait affronter.
Eirny
Female | 29 | Elven
Basic Info
Birthplace 
Val Royeaux Alienage
Appearance 
Eirny stands at an unimpressive 5'2" and has a wiry physique. Her most notable features--besides the large, pointed ears--are her ivory hair and her amethyst eyes. She keeps a few long wisps of hair dangling at the front of her face, more often than not found braided, knotted, or beaded away from her eyes while the rest of her hair is kept short as a bob. Her complexion is light as it is with most of her kind and pasted with freckles here or there.
Background 
Born to a pair of poor city elves in Val Royeaux's extensive alienage, Eirny spent most of her dawn years learning with her peers at the vhenadahl or in some small home or other when it was available. There were so many packed in that the smaller children often sat in the laps of the elder ones to conserve space. In her first ten years of life, she never questioned the way things were done even when some of the children went missing; perhaps they died of illness which was not uncommon within such cramped quarters or perhaps they went somewhere more interesting.
Eirny would invent her own stories sometimes for where they went. Perhaps they had gone to join their wilder, freer brothers and sisters in the forests, or maybe they strayed too far and Fen'Harel snatched them up. Sometimes tiny lights came to her when she was alone and whispered stories about where her friends had gone; however, the stories they told were always vague and sometimes nonsensical. Occasionally, one of the stories would upset her and the spirits would glow soothingly to calm her worries. Whatever the case, her parents told her not to think about it and assured her she would never leave them.
It wasn't until her early teens when her aptitude for magic became more apparent--particularly of the spirit sort--that Eirny was taken from her home to the White Spire for training and harrowing. The Chantry and its Templars became a constant presence in her life during her stay, and she grew to hate and love them in her own ways. She found one or two of the friends that went missing from the alienage here, and it made the transition a bit easier. One particular new friend she made was her mentor, Rhys, who was very skilled at interacting with wisps and spirits such as she had. He along with a few important others safely guided her through training and interacting with her innate spirit magics and eventually through her successful Harrowing. Like many mages, she does not talk of the demon(s) or other things she saw while in the Fade.
A few weeks later, it was one of her alienage friend's Harrowing. His trial seemed to go on for days, and the wisps that came to her hinted at him weakening. It was a week before she saw him again, but by then he was Tranquil. It hurt her heart in ways she hadn't expected. She had known Tranquil before him and they all seemed content with their lot in life; her friend, Aesin, did now, too, but he wasn't the same. The light from his eyes was gone, sometimes it seemed like he did not even notice her, and her wisps refused to go near him. The Spire was the largest Circle in Orlais, possibly in all of Thedas, yet Eirny never felt more suffocated in her life. Even her life in the alienage paled in comparison.
She began to throw herself into her studies of healing magics in the hopes of finding some lost way to help Aesin, something the others may have overlooked or hidden. She was almost like a woman possessed as she would study tomes, writings, and rituals for days on end. In time, she became a very skilled spirit healer but was not one step closer to discovering anything to help her friend. As with all spirit healers, the more skilled she became the more demons tried to entice her. Many promised they could cure her friend if she only brought them over. Eventually, repeated disappointments with avenues of study and relentless demonic propositions drove her to avoid her friend and the thought of him altogether.
Eirny was a highly respected and trusted member of the White Spire's Circle by this time. While far from an expert, she was well-versed in healing magics and spirits by this point. Having seen the dangers of demons firsthand, she was an ardent supporter of the Chantry, the Templars, and the Circle. While she struggled with the fate of her friend, in the end she knew that it was for the best if he could not control himself. Her heart still ached for the loss of his friendship, but she had to think that there was a reason behind it all.
One night, as she lie resting in her bed, a Templar came to her room and ordered her up to follow him. As she wiped the sleep from her eyes, she hadn't the faintest idea what it all could be about but she had not reason to distrust. As ordered, she packed her belongings quickly and followed dutifully. When they were in the undercroft of the building, that was when she began to feel something wasn't right. She hesitated on the last steps before the murky waters below and the Templar turned back. When she questioned where they were going and what was happening, she was hit with a blinding force that echoed through her bones and knocked her unconscious.
When she came to, she felt like she was on a moving vehicle. Her hands, mouth, and eyes bound, only the wisps around her attempted to explain the situation. She had grown to understand them better over the years and knew for sure now that this Templar did not have noble intentions; they told her he carried her blood and intended to sell her. It was a long trip before this was confirmed with her arrival in Hasmal. Here, she was to be sold, phylactery and all, but the deal went bad for the Templar and the slaver, with neither one of them ending up with the intended reward.
This is all the story she ever told the Oathbreakers when she joined up a year ago. It was all the story she planned to ever tell unless otherwise coerced. Nevertheless, she assured them that her phylactery was destroyed in the struggle. An apostate now, she had no intention of returning to the White Spire or any Circle. Not after that night.
Personality 
Eirny often comes off as somewhat distracted, but that can usually be explained by the wisps that pop in and out around her. Many times they are overlooked by passersby and so she appears to be listening to thin air, but she keeps her wits about her. She's at home with elves and humans the most, of course, as she grew up with them. Reserved on a few topics--such as her past--she is generally a fairly open person. She is direct in her speech unless finesse is called for and doesn't like to dance around a subject. Intelligent, quick to care for the injured, and slow to trust.
Curriculum Vitae
Years served 
1 year
Profession 
Mage | Spirit Healer
Modus Operandi 
Filling the supporting role, you'll find her wherever the most help is needed, whether up front or in the rear.
Skills 
Herbalism: allows Eirny to create potions, poultices, and salves using various ingredients.
Herbal Lore: Eirny is able to identify most any type of plant, herb, or otherwise used in the creation of healing items.
First Aid: Even without the use of her magics and poultices, Eirny is a talented nurse and caretaker.
Streetwise: Being raised in the largest alienage—and in the largest city—in Orlais has its own perks; Eirny is comfortable moving in and interacting in large crowds.
Speak with Spirits Since early age, Eirny has had wisps around her. With years of experience and guidance, she can give them simple commands and even puzzle out some of their simple thoughts.
Important Relations: 
Rhys: Mentor, idol, friend. Helped Eirny come into her own understanding of her powers during her time at the White Spire.
Aesin: Close friend from her childhood in the alienage. Before made Tranquil, she considered him her best friend, being one of few who truly understood where and what she had been through. She still mourns his loss.
Caelis (father) & Aeryn (mother) of the Val Royeaux alienage: Eirny’s parents whom she assumes still live at the alienage. She hasn’t seen them since she was taken to the White Spire years ago. Parted on good terms with no siblings—at that time, anyways.
Reginald: The Templar whom attempted to sell Eirny to slavers from the White Spire. His whereabouts and well-being are unkwnown to her following the incident. She assumes he would not tell anyone of his misdeed or how a mage and her phylactery strangely went missing on his watch...
Thoughts: 
Aseema Viranni: A long time veteran of the Oathbreakers, Eirny thought she'd feel more comfortable near the elf who shares her knack for magic, but she just isn't the same as the elves back home. She's not quite how she pictured a Dalish elf, either, besides the vallaslin she wears and some of the words she speaks. While Aseema's experience is valued, more often than not Eirny feels very awkward and alien around her.
Erinya/Ishanni: Eirny has a hard enough time forming her own opinion of Erinya without her wisps whispering incessantly in her ears. Even when she has moments of lucidity, the woman was an oddity to Eirny. The wisps are generally in such a frenzy when they talk about her that Eirny has trouble deciphering each thought. What she does know, however, is that she is ill in mind and body; Eirny is determined to help her if she can.
Garlenn Fellblade: Her first impressions of the dwarf after joining were fairly favorable. Eirny found amusement in his glibness and loquaciousness. Her good opinion of him is somewhat injured by his ferociousness in combat. She fights because she has to now, not ever because she enjoyed it. Still, when out of combat, she almost feels a fondness of sorts towards the battered dwarf. Even without the physical evidence to show it, her spirits tell her he has many scars.
Krios Ar Tae O Darkhold: Probably the most interesting human Eirny has ever met. Serious a good bit of the time, Eirny enjoys the moments when he laughs or cracks a smile at some witty comment one person or other has made. She finds him fascinating in that he is a warrior with some magical abilities but he feels very different from the Templars with whom she spent so much time in the Spire. His magic feels very familiar and even her wisps enjoy being around him.
Ovra Paerat: Ovra makes Eirny wish she knew more dwarves early on in life. Out of all the ones she has met since leaving the Circle a year ago, Ovra was by far the most interesting of the group. Also quick with a quip, she never lacks for life or laughs to bring to the party. Sometimes her spirit friends whisper about the shadows that hang over her, but Eirny accepts that we are all flawed in our own ways. And anyways, Ovra has only ever been good to her since joining.
Shok: One of the few recruits newer than herself, Eirny initially had a strong distaste for the Qunari. She hadn't met many, but he seemed more dour than most and add to that his use of blood magic. Her views were newly colored the first time she saw him work as a healer. She could see the passion he held for his craft as he worked, severely softening her opinion and even endearing her to him a bit. She appreciates his directness, though sometimes thinks he could do with some tact. Her spirits hum a sad song for him sometimes.
Tools of the Trade
Weapons & Ammunition 
Enchanter’s Staff (A gift from Rhys; kept well-wrapped when not in use)
Iron dagger
Spells 
Creation: Heal, Rejuvenate, Glyph of Paralysis, & Spell Wisp
Spirit: Spell Shield & Mind Blast
Spirit Healer: Group Heal
Clothing & Armor 
Cloth robes with hood (as pictured above)
Cloth gloves
Leather boots
Tools & Things 
Empty bottles for potion/poultice/etc. making
Herbalism Kit
Smelling salts
Potions & Poultices 
 Lesser injury kit x2
Injury kit x1
Healing Potion x2
Health Poultice x2
Lyrium Potion x2 
Ingredients & Rations 
3 days worth of dry rations
Waterskin
Roll of fresh herbs
Bags & Pouches 
Reagent bag (holds herbs)
Potion and empty bottle holder (holds 3 at a time)
Cloth backpack (spare clothes, unequipped items, empty bottles, small camp roll and her various other belongings already listed)
Odds and Ends 
A worn book Eirny is often seen reading. She keeps it safely wrapped and stashed in her backpack when not in use.
A vial of spirit essence received during her time at the Circle.