Can't spell 'fun' without cannibals!

[crowkiller]

Who: Zevran and you
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Arrival on the Hell Planet
When: Right now

Closed To Rowan

[A lot has happened in the whirlwind of him arriving. The oddly calming music, the strange and colorful paper that falls from the ceiling, and the pudding. It's doesn't really fit the burnt and destroyed atmosphere that this metal vessel is giving off. He didn't except to see a dead man walk up to him. He didn't expect his heart to surge with emotions as they kissed, touched, and spoke as only lovers would back to the bedroom.

The fact that Rowan was here made things a lot easier. Rowan knew some things about this place, but they were both learning together. Like right now, as they stalked through the dense forest, moving in the shadows trying not to make themselves out to be targets.]

Why do people eat others?

[Zevran is thinking out loud as he moves with careful footsteps. Maybe this isnt the best time to be talking about such a strange subject but...]

I mean-- I feel like humans wouldn't taste very good. Or elves for that matter. Most of us are so lanky to begin with, we must not have much meat on our bones. But do you think they just look at other people and instead of thinking 'wow, what a beautiful person, I want to fuck them.' Do they think 'I want to eat them'?


Fine elven crafts OTA

[Being an assassin, Zevran doesn't like it when he doesn't have weapons. While anything can be a weapon in his hands, he prefers his blades, his poisons, and his arrows. He doesn't have any of those right now, and the things on the ship were just not the best at what he needed them to do. Lucky for him, he remembered his time with the Dalish, even if it had been rather quick. He saw how they made their tools, how difficult could that be?

Turns out, very.

Zevran is struggling over some twine that he found. It's not the best bow string but its what he has right now. He takes a large piece of wood that he has found lying in the dirt somewhere, and with one end on the ground he tries to curve it by bending and trying the twine to it. It works for a moment, but then the wood breaks, the twine snaps in his face and with a yelp he falls back and holds his sting face.

New plan. Get his weapons back.]
 

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[samahl]

[Before he had settled into life as a Hunter, Cyril had been up for an apprenticeship with the Crafter. He had learned quite a bit from her during those early years, and had mastered a lot more of his stills as an Artificer after he became the Inquisitor.

He's out in the woods setting traps to try and catch some of the more murderous of the raiders when he hears the yelp. Worried that it's someone who has been attached he quickly moves to the sound and finds an elf. Surprised, he pauses, just out of view for a moment as he tries to figure out what exactly made Zevran cry out.

When he realizes it was a broken weapon, Cyril carefully moves into a space where Zevran can see him.]

Do you need assistance?

[crowkiller]

I need a ready bow.

[He chuckles and rubs his poor cheek. His pride hurts a bit more than his now bruised cheek. He's surprised to see another elf here of all placed. Guess more people from Thedas were kidnapped than just him and Rowan.]

Are you a Crafter then?

[samahl]

I was once almost one. I chose to be a Hunter instead.

[A small smile.] And the fact that you knew to ask means you're from Thedas? Antivan?

[He comes closer and holds out his good hand - the other is very noticeably made of wood - offering to take a look at the bow for him.]

[crowkiller]

That I am. They must be forming a collection of us.

[He meets the extended hand with his own and gives it a firm shake. His eye glance to his other arm. He's seen older members of the Crows with missing limbs and fake attachments, but normally they were more for intimidation or making their job easier than everyday function.]

Zevran Arainai, well met.

[samahl]

[Cyril pauses at the name and raises his brow a bit - a clear sign that he's heard of Zevran before.]

Truly? The same Zevran Arainai who joined the Hero of Ferelden to end the Blight?

[crowkiller]

[His eyes widen in surprise and he can't help but grin. Oh, wow. He sounds so famous! But he isn't sure how, it's only been a few days since the battle. And between the crowning of a new king and the memorial for the Warden he just wanted to slip away quietly.]

The one and only.

[samahl]

[Cyril wants to ask which hero Zevran knows but that just seems like a good way to come off as mad.]

It's a pleasure to meet you in person, then.

As for this bow, we need better wood. Something stronger. Or perhaps metal.

[crowkiller]

I hope you have only heard good things of me.

[Probably not, but eh.]

Do we have enough metal for that?

[samahl]

Very good. Though I admit the stories didn't do your handsomeness justice. I wonder if there are words that would fully capture that, however. [Cyril says with a bit of a smile as he flirts.

Then, he considers the request.]

Let's head to the ship where I'm staying and see if we have scrap that would work.

[crowkiller]

[....Oh....]

The stories never get that exactly right, do they?

[He grins to the other elf before sending a wink.] Lucky you, you get to see it up close. I have to say, the sentiment is likewise.

Which ship are we heading too?

[samahl]

I'm currently with the Blue Fish. I was visiting a friend there when the attack happened.

Once we're back in orbit I'll rejoin my crew on the Wonderduck.