The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

Marian blinks. "Gambling I've heard of, but sex? Really?"

[Varric]

"Anything the brain can use to override other thoughts. Doesn't even have to be enjoyable or pleasurable, just strong or pervasive.* He jerks a shoulder. "I did some looking into it, when... A while back."

[Marian Hawke]

Like noticing tall buildings and plotting how to get up them. Marian nods. "Interesting. I'll have to read up on it later."

[NPCs]

A half hour later, a group of fourteen elves, none of them appearing to have so much as a drop of human blood, approach their camp. Seven of them are dressed in reinforced leathers, with bows readied with arrows. Three more have wands in hand and another a staff. The last three are clothes in simple clothes but of very fine quality, one wearing an ornate amulet in the shape of a chestnut leaf very prominently. 

"Surrender your weapons and permit yourself to be bound at once!" 

[Marian Hawke]

Bound. For a moment Marian's in a cage, naked, like an animal, then she's back, reaching for a belt-knife, ready to fight. Fuck that.

[Carver Amell]

Carol, on the other hand, doesn't look up from brushing her puppy, clearly harmless, small, meek.

[Varric]

"Well, that's downright unfriendly--like," Varric says lazily, somehow making his drawing his crossbow seem unimportant. "Friendlier than most bandits though, and I suppose you can't expect much form that sort such as yourselves. Ballsy to be attacking so close to a village with so few of you." What the actual fuck. Why are they starting this heavy? 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Soushi-hime, take care of the twins and our guest," Lightsong murmurs as she gets to her feet and heads for the elf posse. 

[NPCs]

The person who has shouted the original demand gapes at Varric, unsure what to do with such an off-script response. "What?"

Scowling, the well dressed elf with the fancy amulet speaks up. "I am Elder Jorim of that very village. One of your group savagely attacked and wounded one our own. We will have justice for this act of naked aggression and bigotry!"

[Marian Hawke]

"Bigotry?" growls Marian. "They were attacking one of your elves -- it shouldn't have taken strangers to save her!"

[Shisou]

Shiori slips over to stand by Carol, swallowing hard. Without my magic, this is going to be a really tough fight.

[NPCs]

The Elder sneers at her. "Typical outsider, trying to deflect thier sins on the innocent. First you torture poor Merrill and then you wound Mistheart most grievously. Even with magic, she has taken a scar."

[Marian Hawke]

"I what now," snarls the half-elf, raising her knife.

[Varric]

"Hey now, none of that," Varric says chidingly. Before Marian can feel betrayed, he adds, "I know you wouldn't be claiming such things without some real, solid proof. I assume you at least had a public Truthing?" The Elder hesitates and Varric grins wolfishly. "Yeah, figured as much. No better than bandits after all."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Moving slowly but implacably, the paladin .plants herself firmly in front of the villagers. "In Bastion's name, I demand to question those who have done harm to an innocent in my care.," she thunders, getting worried looks from many of the archers and the wizard with the staff.