[ Lavellan knows it's not a very good plan. Really, it's up there with some of the worst she's ever had, including chasing after an elven apostate through mirror networks and stepping foot into a magical ritual with a Darkspawn. Half of those things had been accidents, at least, but this? This is all her own genius idea, and she thinks it's going to work out marvellously. What seems more important than running around like a headless animal trying to find out where to go and what to do is actually getting to the heart of the matter - and that's finding out where the Vieziri come from. It was the same as searching for the source of the Red Lyrium or the heart of earthquakes; find the source and you can end it all.
Kidnapping wasn't exactly what she had in mind, but she's here now.
The Vieziri seemed more than happy to have her there, at least, and she pretends as though she's far more tired than she is, allowing herself to be carted off and carried back. She doesn't expect to be tied up, and when that happens all she can do is cough out an idle Dalish curse, nipping the bud of 'Dread Wolf take you' that hovers on the tip of her tongue. That hits a little too close to home and she has to give up on some unconscious quirks with all the revelations that have hit her in the last few months.
It takes her a little while to focus, to gather herself, to push her strength into what she wants to do. Justice had taken good care of her and her hand hurt less, but there was one thing she knew that she could do, one helpful thing, and that was to light a beacon. If more people could get here, if more people could find their way to the midst of the Vieziri base and disrupt more of these rituals then there's more chance for them to get off this hellish planet and get back into space.
If it keeps up like this it will kill you. Solas must help -
She drowns out the sound of Cassandra in the back of her mind and feels herself focussing, thinking about her power and nothing else. When the Anchor explodes it's a bright, green light, surely large enough to be seen from some distance in the darkness around her, and it makes her scream in agony. It also does short work of the Vieziri around her, and probably does something a little less comfortable to all the other victims of the ritual.
Work done, all Leilani can do is slump down, her hand burning and her mind screaming as she tries to catch her breath. A little fire magic and she can free herself, then all she has to do is stand up, and after that all she has to do is walk, and then... Then there's another fight, but it's one step at a time for now. More people will come and they will take down the Vieziri and return to their fleet - she will get people home. That's always been what she cared about most. ]
PLANETSIDE SEIGE
[ Somehow, she survives through the blood ritual and the pain in her hand, and it feels as though her arm is going to literally drop off, but none of that matters. What matters is moving forward and gathering whatever she can to help fight, and the pain she's feeling is secondary to that. As soon as the rituals were disrrupted a group of them ran towards the towns and cities, and Leilani is hot on their heals, rushing after them with her scrappy machete and all the strength she has left. She's exhausted and on edge, anger flaring her power more than anything else, but she is done with these things. She's done with being chased, with fearing for her friends, with her anger and her frustration and her own indecision.
She remembers her council with Cullen and the others, remembers her anger - about Orlais, about Ferelden, about her hand and the stupid world that just wouldn't stay fixed. It feels like it's eons away from this moment in time, her body moving as she summons Rift magic, a Veilstrike moving from the ground to hit one of the hunters, her magic drawing them together so she can try to encase them in ice. At the same time, it doesn't feel as though much has changed - one fight to another, constantly at war, constantly in the middle of it, as Inquisitor or as Leilani or as nothing at all. At least it's something, she tells herself, and if she has to hurt to make a victory then that's one less person that has to hurt in the end.
As the fight goes on she flags, a little, exhaustion catching up with her, but she doesn't really make any effort to stop for a break. Instead, she steps back to lay ice traps, following the traces of Vieziri around her, chasing them down and trying to lure them back to where others, stronger than she is, can take them down. It's only when she is close to collapsing from her own tiredness that she pauses, leaning against a tree and taking a few long, deep breaths. ]
lavellan | planetside
[ Lavellan knows it's not a very good plan. Really, it's up there with some of the worst she's ever had, including chasing after an elven apostate through mirror networks and stepping foot into a magical ritual with a Darkspawn. Half of those things had been accidents, at least, but this? This is all her own genius idea, and she thinks it's going to work out marvellously. What seems more important than running around like a headless animal trying to find out where to go and what to do is actually getting to the heart of the matter - and that's finding out where the Vieziri come from. It was the same as searching for the source of the Red Lyrium or the heart of earthquakes; find the source and you can end it all.
Kidnapping wasn't exactly what she had in mind, but she's here now.
The Vieziri seemed more than happy to have her there, at least, and she pretends as though she's far more tired than she is, allowing herself to be carted off and carried back. She doesn't expect to be tied up, and when that happens all she can do is cough out an idle Dalish curse, nipping the bud of 'Dread Wolf take you' that hovers on the tip of her tongue. That hits a little too close to home and she has to give up on some unconscious quirks with all the revelations that have hit her in the last few months.
It takes her a little while to focus, to gather herself, to push her strength into what she wants to do. Justice had taken good care of her and her hand hurt less, but there was one thing she knew that she could do, one helpful thing, and that was to light a beacon. If more people could get here, if more people could find their way to the midst of the Vieziri base and disrupt more of these rituals then there's more chance for them to get off this hellish planet and get back into space.
If it keeps up like this it will kill you. Solas must help -
She drowns out the sound of Cassandra in the back of her mind and feels herself focussing, thinking about her power and nothing else. When the Anchor explodes it's a bright, green light, surely large enough to be seen from some distance in the darkness around her, and it makes her scream in agony. It also does short work of the Vieziri around her, and probably does something a little less comfortable to all the other victims of the ritual.
Work done, all Leilani can do is slump down, her hand burning and her mind screaming as she tries to catch her breath. A little fire magic and she can free herself, then all she has to do is stand up, and after that all she has to do is walk, and then... Then there's another fight, but it's one step at a time for now. More people will come and they will take down the Vieziri and return to their fleet - she will get people home. That's always been what she cared about most. ]
PLANETSIDE SEIGE
[ Somehow, she survives through the blood ritual and the pain in her hand, and it feels as though her arm is going to literally drop off, but none of that matters. What matters is moving forward and gathering whatever she can to help fight, and the pain she's feeling is secondary to that. As soon as the rituals were disrrupted a group of them ran towards the towns and cities, and Leilani is hot on their heals, rushing after them with her scrappy machete and all the strength she has left. She's exhausted and on edge, anger flaring her power more than anything else, but she is done with these things. She's done with being chased, with fearing for her friends, with her anger and her frustration and her own indecision.
She remembers her council with Cullen and the others, remembers her anger - about Orlais, about Ferelden, about her hand and the stupid world that just wouldn't stay fixed. It feels like it's eons away from this moment in time, her body moving as she summons Rift magic, a Veilstrike moving from the ground to hit one of the hunters, her magic drawing them together so she can try to encase them in ice. At the same time, it doesn't feel as though much has changed - one fight to another, constantly at war, constantly in the middle of it, as Inquisitor or as Leilani or as nothing at all. At least it's something, she tells herself, and if she has to hurt to make a victory then that's one less person that has to hurt in the end.
As the fight goes on she flags, a little, exhaustion catching up with her, but she doesn't really make any effort to stop for a break. Instead, she steps back to lay ice traps, following the traces of Vieziri around her, chasing them down and trying to lure them back to where others, stronger than she is, can take them down. It's only when she is close to collapsing from her own tiredness that she pauses, leaning against a tree and taking a few long, deep breaths. ]