Camp | BYOA
Neria supposed she should have been used to it by now, the stench of death and dark and nasty, but the aroma stung her nose just as badly as it had the first time.
They heard them before they saw them, which was a nice change from the ambush they'd suffered that morning. Regardless, it didn't go as smoothly as expected and by the time the last darkspawn fell, the weariness they'd been rather poorly managing was simply too much to endure any longer. With camp suggested and wholeheartedly agreed to, a more than sutible spot was found and gradually filled with bedding and tents, a fire, and the smell of a much needed meal. It would have been more pleasant though, the familiar waft of stew, if she wasn't covered in the very blood that tainted her own.
Next time, try to avoid the spray.
Good advice that the elf woman had been failing to follow as of late, by the way, because it was more than muck, grime, and bodily odor that she'd been scrubbing out the past few nights. Gathering the embroidered cloth of her robe, Neria noted the excess, not to mention the threadbare condition. She was in desperate need of something less likely to fall apart at a sneeze, but with Denerim still two days away, unless she found something worth taking off a dead back ( which never ceased to make her slightly uncomfortable ), it would need to keep pulling its weight.
Just a little longer, she beggingly promised, shedding the poor, battered thing behind the questionable privacy of a cluster of bushes, undergarments following. While the lake would do nothing for her chill, she'd hastily moved while everyone else settled, eager to be clean. Slowly submerging, limbs aching, a soft hiss escaped as a her still mending side throbbed, bringing about another important reminder:
Oh. And the arrows. Definitely avoid those.
Neria Surana, elf mage origin from the appropriately named Dragon Age: Origins. Your character is now one of her party members! And this is a very obvious set up for sexing. HOWEVER, it's not required. Ladies are totally welcome to join her for a good soak and some girl talk, or one sided flirting if they're so inclined, while men obviously have a shot at something more. In the case of the latter, feel free to have them already be involved, if you'd like. If not, expect some sort of hesitance before she inevitably caves. If your dude just wants to chat or rub-a-dub-dub himself? We'll awkwardly and hilariously work through that.
My 'do not want' list is pretty standard. All I ask is no death, no gore, and nothing that belongs in the toilet. As a last note, long OOC is long, this is a new muse for me! Apologies in advance for any shakiness while I get her voice down. ♥
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They heard them before they saw them, which was a nice change from the ambush they'd suffered that morning. Regardless, it didn't go as smoothly as expected and by the time the last darkspawn fell, the weariness they'd been rather poorly managing was simply too much to endure any longer. With camp suggested and wholeheartedly agreed to, a more than sutible spot was found and gradually filled with bedding and tents, a fire, and the smell of a much needed meal. It would have been more pleasant though, the familiar waft of stew, if she wasn't covered in the very blood that tainted her own.
Next time, try to avoid the spray.
Good advice that the elf woman had been failing to follow as of late, by the way, because it was more than muck, grime, and bodily odor that she'd been scrubbing out the past few nights. Gathering the embroidered cloth of her robe, Neria noted the excess, not to mention the threadbare condition. She was in desperate need of something less likely to fall apart at a sneeze, but with Denerim still two days away, unless she found something worth taking off a dead back ( which never ceased to make her slightly uncomfortable ), it would need to keep pulling its weight.
Just a little longer, she beggingly promised, shedding the poor, battered thing behind the questionable privacy of a cluster of bushes, undergarments following. While the lake would do nothing for her chill, she'd hastily moved while everyone else settled, eager to be clean. Slowly submerging, limbs aching, a soft hiss escaped as a her still mending side throbbed, bringing about another important reminder:
Oh. And the arrows. Definitely avoid those.
Neria Surana, elf mage origin from the appropriately named Dragon Age: Origins. Your character is now one of her party members! And this is a very obvious set up for sexing. HOWEVER, it's not required. Ladies are totally welcome to join her for a good soak and some girl talk, or one sided flirting if they're so inclined, while men obviously have a shot at something more. In the case of the latter, feel free to have them already be involved, if you'd like. If not, expect some sort of hesitance before she inevitably caves. If your dude just wants to chat or rub-a-dub-dub himself? We'll awkwardly and hilariously work through that.
My 'do not want' list is pretty standard. All I ask is no death, no gore, and nothing that belongs in the toilet. As a last note, long OOC is long, this is a new muse for me! Apologies in advance for any shakiness while I get her voice down. ♥
Also posted on Dreamwidth.