Application for Soris Tabris (Dragon Age: Origins)

[soris_tabris]

 Soris came through a small, wooden door, very, very confused. He had been going into the marketplace to sell a few things-- and upon walking out the front door to his home had ended up here

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[g_wormtongue]

Elves. Grima was torn. On one hand, the new applicant was an elf. On the other, it was strangely comforting in this strange land of the Scots to see a species he recognized, a species that wasn't horrible and tentacled and green and prone to subjecting him to unwanted intimacies.

Also, this one seemed reasonable and intelligent enough.

"Greetings, newcomer to the land of the Scots. I regret I do not know the formal greetings of your people, but be assured you are most welcome to Castle Hogwarts.'

[soris_tabris]

Soris turned around to see who had spoken and, finding a human standing there, seemed a little apprehensive.

"Oh, uh. Hello. My name's Soris. I'm afraid we're not too formal, back in the alienage, but I'm hoping I can fit in here."

[g_wormtongue]

"I am Grima, called Wormtongue." Yes, he was proud of the title. "But there is no need to be apprehensive. There are citizens of many worlds here. Indeed, I have seen other elves." There had been- Galadriel and Legolas, as well as Elric. "I am the Hat's appointed 'psychological expert'- a strange name that signifies counselor. Should you wish to discuss anything, I am here." He gave a small bow and smile. (Best counselor ever, amirite?)

[soris_tabris]

"Many worlds? The Hat?" It was a little too much, all at once. "I'm sorry, you've lost me. Where am I?"

[pufnstuf]

Pufnstuf entered the Sorting Room backwards, just for a change of pace. He spun around at the last moment and double-gunned Soris, his eyes spinning in opposite directions like the tassels on a talented stripper.

"Hi! You..." But the familiar phrase died a-borning. Because this creature did not look like Jimmy. At all.

Puf was deeply saddened by this unexpected turn of events.

[soris_tabris]

There was some sort of... thing standing in front of him.

"Well, uh. My name's Soris. It's a pleasure to meet you." He extended a hand, hoping this thing wasn't hostile.

[pufnstuf]

Oh, no. This would never do. Puf looked sourly at not-Jimmy's extended hand - which is to say that his expression changed not a jot. He ignored the gesture and reached out his arms for a hug.

[soris_tabris]

Soris paused. It... it wanted a hug.

Slowly, cautiously, he extended his arms in the same way, praying to the Maker that this thing wouldn't devour him or something like that.

[fatherofwolves]

"Who was Vaughan Urien," rasped Eddard Stark, "and why did you kill him?"

[soris_tabris]

This was unexpected.

"He was a cruel man. He kidnapped the bridesmaids at my wedding, raped my cousin Shianni, and was prepared to offer 40 gold pieces to have my cousin and I walk away." Soris looked angrily at the other man. "I did the world a favor."

[fatherofwolves]

"An unjust man, to do such deeds. Was there no lawful justice to be had?" This question was very important, it would seem from Ned's scowl.

[soris_tabris]

Soris stared blankly at the man for a moment before recovering.

"Sorry. I don't know how it is out here in the land of-- wherever we are," he said, trying in vain to remember what Grima called Wormtongue had named the place, "but in Ferelden elves aren't all that important. The man I killed was a human-- and a lesser noble, at that. If my cousin and I hadn't stepped up, he would have gotten away with it consequence-free."

He took a step closer to the man, even though the other was taller than him. He wouldn't be intimidated that easily. "I fought because I had to, not because I wanted to. My cousin and I did what no one else would."

[engravedonsouls]

An elf. Lenneth had not seen an elf in some time though she knew her body was at least half elf. She looked the young man over curiously before smiling gently. There was honor to be had in battle but not taking pleasure in it showed a good, kind heart.

"Doing something you're not proud of, and admitting it- most people wouldn't. It takes courage to go through with something they know they'd not be proud of."

[soris_tabris]

"I'm not so courageous, uh... miss. It was my cousin who led the charge. She's the real combatant."

He wasn't entirely sure who this newcomer was, but she was... well, stunning. She had the kind of grace only found in elves, at least in Ferelden, but in a mostly human form. He was starting to acclimate to the idea that he may, in fact, not be in Ferelden any more.

"But, uh. Thanks. I'm Soris," he said, stumbling over his words, forgetting that she had read his application, which had his name all over it.

[engravedonsouls]

"Courage is not only to be found in the pursuit of combat. You did something you did not like out of necessity. I consider that courageous." She says this evenly.

She'd argue it was a gods grace but... well, it can be a little bit of everything at this point.

"A pleasure, Soris, I am Lenneth."

[soris_tabris]

Soris recovered rather quickly, standing up straight and extending a hand to Lenneth. "Well, thank you, Lenneth. I'm glad someone believes it."

[boomerwangfire]

"Hmm." Sokka leaned in and squinted at the offered clothes. While he'd been here long enough to get used to the weirdness and variety compared to the more familiar sights of home, these looked to be a new type of weird. And there was the whole pointy ear thing.

Guy was right, though, they were really nicely made. "So I know you're supposed to offer to give away all your worldly goods because of a threat on paper, but why this? Serious work went into this."

[soris_tabris]

"Well... it's all I've got, really. After my fiancee Valora was... since she went missing, I figured my Uncle Cyrion and my cousins could maybe get some money out of it. Eat for another week."

He actually shrugged it off, like it was nothing-- and to him, it was.

[boomerwangfire]

"Well... yeah, but you don't say that! Offer to teach someone to do something, or something else useless like that that you don't have to give away. Family stuff is important." Even though it was warm here now, he wouldn't have given away his coat for anything. It meant home.

Also nobody had asked him to give anything away when he woke up covered in butter here. Which was good, because... what was he gonna do give away grease? He could have taught how to throw a boomerang, he supposed, but...

"Anyway, it won't do your family any good if you're giving it away for free here."

[soris_tabris]

"No, really. I have that, a backpack to carry it in, and the clothes I'm wearing. I suppose I could teach some ancient elven history. That or the little bit of swordplay I learned from my aunt Adaia." He looked a little uncomfortable. How was he going to help provide for his family now? What would they think, now that he was gone? Things were suddenly a lot more real to him.

"Do I even get to tell them where I am?"