IC: Boar Hunting

[maleborgia]

*Camp's a farm, right? And you know what farms have? Pigs.

The ones in Camp are a little... different from the cute, not-by-the-hair-on-my-chinney-chin-chin ones some of you might be more familiar with, however...

One way or another, it's clearly the time for a boar hunt. Clearly. And somewhere away from the center of Camp are two people on horses looking to do just that.*

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[sharpasafawkes]

I swear I saw him around here.

[maleborgia]

As did I. *nudges Romulus in the direction where the boar and dogs disappeared*

[sharpasafawkes]

I've got to say, loosing a massive pig in a sunhat is rather impressive for us.

[maleborgia]

Well, we are in Camp. It may very well have vanished entirely.

[fistingthing]

[The wheat nearby rustles. Something is moving through it, something that isn't exactly small.]

[sharpasafawkes]

[At least Shaun's horse notices, which means there's one historian looking in that direction]

Oh lovely, what now? Piglets?

[maleborgia]

*turning to look as well*

No, I don't think so.

[fistingthing]

[Rustle rustle rustle-]

[- You were looking for a dog? What just pushed out of the wheat, sniffing the ground and air, is no mere dog. No, it's a wolf - a rather lean and rangy wolf, but a wolf all the same. One with startling green eyes and a set of white markings curling over his entire body that would look awfully familiar to one of the mounted pair.]

[sharpasafawkes]

[Don't mock, don't mock...]

Why hello there, out for a little stroll?

[fistingthing]

You are a historian, you said. Will you be any good when it come to killing the beast, Shaun? [Fenris has his nose to the ground, smelling out the direction of the beast; after a moment, his tail flags and he sets out in a quick trot.]

[sharpasafawkes]

I've got a basic idea of how to put a bullet in an animal's head, thanks.

[fistingthing]

Bullets are used in guns, is that correct? Garrus explained a bit about those to me. They are not something my world has.

[sharpasafawkes]

[holding up the shotgun]

yeah. It's a rather simple thing really, a bit of gunpowder like you use in a canon sets off a small explosion in the muzzle, which propels a piece of metal into the nearest thing you aim it at.

[fistingthing]

Yes, so he explained. The Qunari have cannon, but to my knowledge, even they have never learned how to make a cannon so small it can be held in the hand. And they are the only ones who know the secret to making explosive powder that uses no magic or lyrium. It is a secret they guard most closely.

(ooc: Kindly ignore the bit where Fenris temporarily forgot the Qunari have cannons in his conversation with Garrus about it. He wasn't really in his best state of mind at the time. >_> Or at least, that's my excuse . . .)

[sharpasafawkes]

It doesn't need much, just a bit of chemistry.

[fistingthing]

[snorts] I would assume as much, but no one else has been able to discover the formula.

[Fenris pauses, snuffling the ground.] So many dogs.

[sharpasafawkes]

God it's... Wait I know this, sulfur charcoal and something else. I forget how they treat it though.

Camp's got a lot of them, what do you think happens to all of those adorable puppies everyone seems to find?

[hawkwardmoment]

[aaand she'll be following Cesare in the other direction.]

Just "Hawke" is fine, I'm fairly certain one's nobility is revoked when one becomes a fugitive.

[maleborgia]

Temporarily, perhaps, but not on a deeper level. Are the two of you on the run together?

[hawkwardmoment]

We are. Along with a few other friends, although they weren't brought here with us.

[maleborgia]

You must share quite a bond with them. And Fenris? How did you two meet?

[hawkwardmoment]

That depends, do you want the short version or the long version?

[maleborgia]

Whichever you feel like sharing. I'd welcome the entire story, of course.

[hawkwardmoment]

Well then, how should I begin... I wasn't always a noble. Six years ago, I was just a refugee in the slums of Lowtown, taking any job I can find so that I could fund an expedition that I hoped would help me raise the coin to win back my mother's family estate, and keep the Templars off my back. So when a dwarf named Anso tried to hire me for a sketchy job, I accepted.

[she then goes on about how the job turned out to be a trap by slavers, how it was actually meant for Fenris, how he later appeared to ask for her assistance in killing his former master; a magister from the Tevinter Imperium, and how she was offended about being used but accepted to help anyway because she despised slavers. She then tells him that the target had already left by the time they reached Danarius' home.]

—after that, even though he was offended to learn I was another mage, Fenris decided to stay, and offer his aid to me in order to repay his debt. And that concludes the story of how we met.

[maleborgia]

I see. And his markings are...?