Where is Elgar'nan? Where is Falon'Din? [ solas will not turn away from him, he will not allow it. his hold tightens, he drops to meet solas' downcast gaze with bent knees and curved back. ]Where is Andruil? Their hands are not meddling in the affairs of the Dalish. The only threats to them are mortal and many without magic, and die as any Men might.
[ which means they can be defeated, with sword and bow and training. corypheus is the greater threat, but after he is set aside, what they face is no impossibility. cities burn. men die. evil can be exorcised. there is no melkor, no sauron. this world is relatively unblemished, despite the blight. the whole of thedas might be made as pure and good as valinor, without the interference of the valar. they have a chance to make paradise. ]
You come to them dressed in sackcloth and rags. You display no cunning nor sweet words to bring them about to your way of thinking, and you expect them to thank you for it. They fear and respect you enough still to have you- you- placed to guard their camps. There is potential here, if you would just seize it! Why must you be so afraid of letting them love you?
[ he is angry. he cannot remember being this angry since thorin's stupidity, hot and unrestrained. he does not like it, it is too base and mortal, but he rides it. ]
Where was Mythal, when the Dales fell? The creature I saw stole Morrigan's son away, and stole-- stole something from him. Even a demon needs consent to possess, but she behaved more base than even that.
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[ which means they can be defeated, with sword and bow and training. corypheus is the greater threat, but after he is set aside, what they face is no impossibility. cities burn. men die. evil can be exorcised. there is no melkor, no sauron. this world is relatively unblemished, despite the blight. the whole of thedas might be made as pure and good as valinor, without the interference of the valar. they have a chance to make paradise. ]
You come to them dressed in sackcloth and rags. You display no cunning nor sweet words to bring them about to your way of thinking, and you expect them to thank you for it. They fear and respect you enough still to have you- you- placed to guard their camps. There is potential here, if you would just seize it! Why must you be so afraid of letting them love you?
[ he is angry. he cannot remember being this angry since thorin's stupidity, hot and unrestrained. he does not like it, it is too base and mortal, but he rides it. ]
Where was Mythal, when the Dales fell? The creature I saw stole Morrigan's son away, and stole-- stole something from him. Even a demon needs consent to possess, but she behaved more base than even that.