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Ysalwen Surana, Warden-Commander of Ferelden ([personal profile] freedom_is_grey) wrote2017-05-24 10:50 am

Dragonslaying with Hal, it's gonna be great

Ysalwen shoulders her pack, picks up her staff, and checks to make sure her sword is still strapped firmly to her back.

Liranan yips, trotting over so she can check that his spiked collar and protective kaddith are appropriately applied.

Then she turns to Hal, mouth quirking upward at one corner.

"Ready?"
never_promised: (Quietly warlike)

[personal profile] never_promised 2017-05-24 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"As much as I may be." He'd hoped that a dragonslaying venture would feel less preposterous when the time came, but--no. No, Harry still doesn't especially feel that any of this is real. It's a dangerous feeling, when you're going into a fight, but his experience is that it's also a feeling that sorts itself out pretty quick. "How far do we travel?"
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[personal profile] never_promised 2017-05-24 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
He makes a face--the face of an old campaigner who would prefer not to add a two or three hours' hike to the day's work, but who has done worse before. Yeah, yeah, fine, they can climb mountains.

(He hopes. Hal's been keeping in shape as best he can in Milliways, but there's really nothing like marching and riding and fighting to keep you fit for--well, for marching and riding and fighting. He'd damned well better not embarrass himself on this little project.)

Liranan gets a nod as Hal falls into line behind Ysalwen.

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[personal profile] never_promised 2017-05-24 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Hal would almost certainly get all testy at the suggestion of a stamina potion. He's only 35 or so, dammit! It hasn't been more than a couple of years since he conquered northern France! A mountain and a dragon are no problem.

Neither, for whatever it's worth, is a half-burnt falling-down building. You see a lot of places like that when you're off conquering a country, too. He nods, without much of a readable expression. "Whose work would this be?"
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[personal profile] never_promised 2017-05-24 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry's face goes a little less grim at the news this is a dragon's work, not a human army's. He's here to think about slaying fantastical monsters--not the everyday sort of monster he's had so much practice making and using.

And a real smile shapes as soon as they meet the new arrival. So this is the husband? He hadn't expected anything like this--but maybe he should have. "Well met, sir! I hope not to drag the party down with my inexperience. But under the correction of bragging--and blasphemy--I trust that what an English George may achieve, a Harry may at least attempt!"
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[personal profile] never_promised 2017-05-24 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"O, a famous dragon-slayer, and patron of my nation. I bear his emblem." Harry hoists his shield for a moment, freshly painted in white with a red cross. "His only fault, if I may mar a saint in jest, was not being born English: but we have taken him in and corrected the matter."

Sorry again about the blasphemy, St. George. But Harry figures he can get away with it: he'd painted the shield himself, humble and unfamiliar work done in private piety, covering over his own royal arms.

He eyes the amulet doubtfully, but takes it. "And this charms against flame?"
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[personal profile] never_promised 2017-05-24 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Art in great danger of burning in bed?" He doesn't leer at Ysalwen. Kings don't leer. He just grins a knowing grin, with his eyebrows raised. And switches over easily to talking about saints: "Ah, unlike your native Andraste, George never set foot in England; but we English have a way of claiming what we like. What tales tell you of Andraste?"
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[personal profile] never_promised 2017-05-24 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, Hal isn't even going to touch the other entendres surrounding burning. He just looks suitably solemn for a discussion of saintly sorts. "I can have no informed view on the matter, I'm afraid, knowing nor your Maker nor your Tevene..."
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[personal profile] never_promised 2017-05-25 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Harry eyes it with distaste. It's lizardy, but that head and mouth just seem wrong. "Do they come larger than that?"
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[personal profile] never_promised 2017-05-25 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not a familiar type of fighting(? hunting?) to Harry, and it takes him a little while to work out how much to use a blade and how much to rely on stomping and kicking. "'Tis sword-and-buckler work, tavern fighting," he calls ruefully to Ysalwen, not much expecting an answer. But it is, and he's stuck with a much too noble and proper shield.

Stomp? Kick? Slice? Disgusting little things.
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[personal profile] never_promised 2017-05-25 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"We drink at different taverns, then; in the Boar's Head there was ever some bold fellow with his hand on his sword." He casts a sidelong glance at Zevran, but Hal's pretty sure he isn't one to object to mild dick jokes in the presence of his wife.

He turns over one of the lizard corpses with his foot and grimaces. "Unwholesome beasts. Do they trouble your shepherds and plowmen, about their business?"
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[personal profile] never_promised 2017-05-25 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then we must thank them for the warning," he says drily. Really, though, it was good to have a little warm-up before tackling a dragon: he's feeling considerably more alert.

He's going to take a moment to make a slight adjustment to his helmet, and to give them a chance for instructions: "You are the veterans here, and I a novice: have you any last advice?"
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[personal profile] never_promised 2017-05-25 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"As a terrier does with a rat? I thank you; I'll try not to be the rat."

He's...less sure what to say about the magic and the potions. It's not that he has any objection. So he takes them with a polite nod, and tucks them safely about him. But it's unfamiliar. Or maybe too familiar? "I knew a man would carry sack with him thus, where another might keep pistol and powder."

But this is magic, not alcohol. Or--something?
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[personal profile] never_promised 2017-05-25 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, at the very worst he'll find out what happens if he dies on another world! It's the sort of humor that takes you smiling into a fight, and he's still smiling as they make their way into the cavern.

Hal's wondering, though, what they'll find. A dragon, obviously, but--does a dragon keep a clean lair? Or is it filled with refuse, droppings, gruesome scraps from old kills?

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