The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Tethras Clan]

Hunter yaps as he races around the clearing, yapping excitedly. Reaching Carol, he tries to stop and instead trips over himself and flops onto her feet. Blinking up at her, he waggles his butt- and tail.

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Are you hurt still?" the paladin asks gently. "And... what is that on you?"

[Varric]

"Looks like..." Varric moves in closer. "Tannery fluids? Slag girl, we need to get that off you, it's toxic."

[Carver Amell]

"They won't bother you again," says Carol, in a dark tone. "You're safe now."

[Varric]

Varric gives Carol a slightly worried look. "Won't bother her... how badly?"

[Merrill]

Merrill flinches, looking terrified for a second, then sags, eyes going flat and empty. Without a word, she sits up and starts lifting her dress over her head.

[Marian Hawke]

"Woah woah woah, girl, what are you doing, stop!" stammers out Marian.

[Carver Amell]

Carol smirks. "I got a really good hit in and they ran."

[Merrill]

The elf stops, body exposed to the stomach. Well, mostly, as she is at least wearing a underwear. "...I was told to strip," she whispers.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong winces a little. "I- yes, but, not-" Standing, she strips off her travel cloak and holds it around the elf to offer some measure of privacy. "Here."

[Marian Hawke]

"Yeah, that," says Marian, relieved. Damn, she's too pretty for this -- distractingly cute, like her pet dragon. "We just want to get the chemicals off you, not... you know."

[Varric]

"Any of them likely to be dead, dying or crippled?" the dwarf asks Carol mildly.

[Merrill]

"Oh." A long pause, then she nods a little. "Okay." She continues to take her dress off, revealing a body marred with cuts, scratches, bruises and smears of mud that had gotten under her dress. Where the chemical smears were worst, her skin is discolored.

[Marian Hawke]

"Alydra's tits, that had to have hurt," says Marian, staring.

[Carver Amell]

Carol considers it. "No, likely not. If they saw a healer rapidly."