accidental video.
[The video device cuts on as the tablet clatters onto it's side atop some sort of flat surface above the floor, most likely a table. Fenris can be seen, pacing through flickering candlelight, and the neck of a bottle of wine can be seen rather close to the camera.
He's muttering to himself quietly as he's pacing, and by the slight sway in his gait, it's obvious that bottle you can see is probably at least mostly empty.]
Hic locus indesinenter. Sed mors erit. Mare potentiae. Mare memoria. Omnia mutantur congruat desiderat.
[He lists toward the table and slams his fists on it's surface, sending the tablet to its back, giving the viewers a nice shot of the ceiling.]
Venhedhis! Fasta vass!
[Then silence. Then a heavy sigh and the sound of a body being slung heavily into a nearby chair.
Then the device is raised.]
Wonderful. Now that this thing has allowed you all a good show, I have a question for you all. What's worse, no memory at all, of happiness or sadness, or memories of happiness proven false by a Maker-forsaken prison?
[OOC: The first bit is broken Latin (broken by me) that's a close estimation of Tevinter, Fenris' native language. Roughly translated, it means, "This place never stops. It will be my death. Our powers. Our memory. It changes everything to suit its desires." The last bit is a very nasty obscenity and is used in canon as a curse with no translation.]
He's muttering to himself quietly as he's pacing, and by the slight sway in his gait, it's obvious that bottle you can see is probably at least mostly empty.]
Hic locus indesinenter. Sed mors erit. Mare potentiae. Mare memoria. Omnia mutantur congruat desiderat.
[He lists toward the table and slams his fists on it's surface, sending the tablet to its back, giving the viewers a nice shot of the ceiling.]
Venhedhis! Fasta vass!
[Then silence. Then a heavy sigh and the sound of a body being slung heavily into a nearby chair.
Then the device is raised.]
Wonderful. Now that this thing has allowed you all a good show, I have a question for you all. What's worse, no memory at all, of happiness or sadness, or memories of happiness proven false by a Maker-forsaken prison?
[OOC: The first bit is broken Latin (broken by me) that's a close estimation of Tevinter, Fenris' native language. Roughly translated, it means, "This place never stops. It will be my death. Our powers. Our memory. It changes everything to suit its desires." The last bit is a very nasty obscenity and is used in canon as a curse with no translation.]