Making Plans (Morianna)

[Alistair Theirin]

It was morning and the sun was rising in the horizon over Denerim, the last day before Alistair and the Gray Wardens would begin their journey north. There were lots of things to settle and much to plan before heading out, and thus Alistair was now heading toward the estate the Gray Wardens had been given to stay. He hoped to speak with at least one of them, on how they planned to convince the King in Anderfels when they first arrived. Being the king of Ferelden he would need to speak for them, but if he failed to convince the Tyrant king of Anderfels to resolve it peaceful it could very much mean a war.

As Alistair headed toward the Gray Wardens residence near Drakon`s fort, he traveled as he usually did with his two body guards always at his side. Wherever he went the people greeted him warmly as the people loved their king, though there was some who disliked him and those who did refused to look at him. It made him wonder; how would the people feel when the King was leaving the country for months with Queen Anora in charge, would they all be grateful that he left? Would they wish him welcome back, or would they simply miss him? Alistair was unsure, but none the less he was determined to help his Gray Warden friends and he felt impatient on meeting his old friends whom had moved to Waisshaupt Fortress. Being clad in the noble clothes King Alistair normally wore, he came to the Gray Warden estate, ordering the guards to wait for him outside as he went in the door to talk.

[morianna]

The mage sat on the floor, her parted skirts lay on either side of her legs with her bodice clung to her figure, since very few outside of the Grey Wardens were privy to the fact that she was a mage she rarely kept her staff close to hand. Before her lay the sword and dagger of her nameless father, her eyes closed as she laid her hands over them for the fourth time that morning, she was using an ancient Grey Warden spell in the hope of linking it to another item that would lead her closer to finding out who her father was. So far she’d had no luck. She’d taken the sword to several blacksmiths in Denerim with the hope of finding its maker and consequently its former owner.

A sweet sigh left her lips, would she ever find another clue that would lead her to her father’s identity? She was beginning to think not but her stubborn, iron will refused to let her think this, she would find out who her parents were if it was the last thing she did. Her fellow Grey Wardens were off doing their own thing which left her alone minus the few servants that were cleaning and, Morianna suspected, trying to spy on them and peek at the numerous intriguing items of Morianna’s that were scattered about the estate (yes, she even had them outside).

The sound of the door opening caught the Ambassadors attention and in an instant her father’s dagger was in her hand while his sword was slid under the bed. Silently she crept out of her room, spotting the King and shaking her head. “I thought a former Templar would know better than to enter the dwelling of a mage without making sure they knew you were no threat to them, especially in these dark times.” Morianna walked down the steps to meet the King, a warm smile upon her features. It was odd to think that she’d once resented this man, felt pushed aside by Duncan only for him to take her place, those feelings were long gone and felt no longer.

“Long time no see Alistair,” Her accent was seductive but held no real indication of where she was from, years of travelling (with people from all over Thedas) had made it impossible for her to have a straight forward, and easy to place, accent. It had been the best part of ten years since the two had last seen each other. He hadn’t changed at all, looks-wise at least, but neither had she really. “I was planning on coming to see you today but it looks like you’ve beaten me to it.”

[Alistair Theirin]

Entering the estate to the Wardens, Alistair could see a large room where the Gray Wardens attended to their own business; it was silent and the light within flickered as it shined from the candles on the wall and on the table. Looking around, Alistair scouted for someone to talk to when he suddenly noticed a familiar person walking down the steps in front of him. It was Morianna, one of his good old friends from the time he served in the Warden order, before he defeated the Blight and became King. Oh how he missed the good old times, when he could feel the thrill of fighting the Darkspawns and when he could travel far without being recognized as a royalty or need guards always at his side. He was happy that he soon were to travel north, to see the Wardens again, to see Waisshaupt Fortress, but most of all to escape all the trouble his kingdom have had to endure during the ten years he had been King.

Looking at Morianna as she came down toward him made him smile, looking great as she always did and as he listened to what she said, he took the opportunity to move further into the room, looking around before turning his gaze once again upon her, answering. “Great to see you too Morianna…” He smiled and paused, before continuing. “You do know I did not take my vows to become a Templar and nor do I fear Mages, you have nothing to fear…after all we all here belong to the same order." Alistair spoke calmly and just as he finished, he bursted out in laughter as he went over to embrace her, glad to see her again after such a long time being parted.

“Oh you have no idea how much I miss being a Warden, or to travel as you do. I`m glad you came and asked for my assistance in the matter of Anderfels and I will more than willing help you all. In fact that is why I have come to you now, and of course to meet you again” Alistair laughed slightly and smiled even more, looking around as he was searching for a place to sit, but turned to look back at Morianna`s eyes as he held her hands in his.