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sirenspull2012-05-08 05:44 pm
bloodyantivan) wrote in sirenspull2012-05-08 05:44 pm
1st Tattoo; video
[The NV is filming his legs, initially. They're an attractive pair of legs for certain, wearing a pair of fine, high leather boots and what appears to be a skirt of leather armor. A man is talking, and the NV gives a shake as he makes a somewhat confused noise.]
--Are you working now, little runestone? What a strange bit of magic you are...!
[The NV tips to its side, filming what's clearly part of a shabby starter apartment, before turning to film the actual subject. Siren's Port, this is Zevran Arainai: a handsome blond elf with intriguing tattoos on the left side of his face.]
Ah. There!
[His accent is warm, speaking of far-away locales, sweltering heat, and the clash of sharp blades.]
While I have heard of the ancient elvhen mirrors that could show strange things, I never thought one would be handed to me as an arrival gift to my kidnapping, let alone that I would be expected to use it. I am still not entirely certain it will not turn me into some kind of blood thrall, send me to the Fade or the Void or turn my hair some ghastly color...! [He laughs as if all of those things would be a grand adventure.]
But this city is large, and I must know if my comrades were among the taken. They would have stuck out, much as I now do: A templar and a fierce warrior lady, both clanking about with plate armor and sword and shield, a gray-haired Circle mage with a fabulous bosom, a red-haired Orlesian woman wielding a bow and an unmatched sense of spiritual fervor, an enormous war hound, and a Qunari giant with all the sense of humor of... well, a Qunari giant. If anyone is indeed listening or watching on the other end of this runestone, I would be very much obliged for you not to use it to come find and kill me or otherwise menace me, [he sounds rather unworried: he is clearly used to such dangers] but to re-connect me with my friends.
Aside from that, if my coin is good here, I would very much like to share in a drink, a small meal, and the gossip of the day. Will someone do me the favor of giving me the name of the best tavern or inn for the displaced? If there is no such place, I suppose a brothel would serve just as well for my needs. I would be... [There's a suggestive glint in his eye.] Most grateful, for the favor.
--Are you working now, little runestone? What a strange bit of magic you are...!
[The NV tips to its side, filming what's clearly part of a shabby starter apartment, before turning to film the actual subject. Siren's Port, this is Zevran Arainai: a handsome blond elf with intriguing tattoos on the left side of his face.]
Ah. There!
[His accent is warm, speaking of far-away locales, sweltering heat, and the clash of sharp blades.]
While I have heard of the ancient elvhen mirrors that could show strange things, I never thought one would be handed to me as an arrival gift to my kidnapping, let alone that I would be expected to use it. I am still not entirely certain it will not turn me into some kind of blood thrall, send me to the Fade or the Void or turn my hair some ghastly color...! [He laughs as if all of those things would be a grand adventure.]
But this city is large, and I must know if my comrades were among the taken. They would have stuck out, much as I now do: A templar and a fierce warrior lady, both clanking about with plate armor and sword and shield, a gray-haired Circle mage with a fabulous bosom, a red-haired Orlesian woman wielding a bow and an unmatched sense of spiritual fervor, an enormous war hound, and a Qunari giant with all the sense of humor of... well, a Qunari giant. If anyone is indeed listening or watching on the other end of this runestone, I would be very much obliged for you not to use it to come find and kill me or otherwise menace me, [he sounds rather unworried: he is clearly used to such dangers] but to re-connect me with my friends.
Aside from that, if my coin is good here, I would very much like to share in a drink, a small meal, and the gossip of the day. Will someone do me the favor of giving me the name of the best tavern or inn for the displaced? If there is no such place, I suppose a brothel would serve just as well for my needs. I would be... [There's a suggestive glint in his eye.] Most grateful, for the favor.