Ysalwen Surana, Warden-Commander of Ferelden (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
freedom_is_grey) wrote2015-05-18 08:47 am
freedom_is_grey) wrote2015-05-18 08:47 am
Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause
Given that the Labyrinth is basically an unknown quantity -- anecdotal stories aside -- Ysalwen comes downstairs geared up for a long and perilous journey.
Which is to say she's got brown and tan mage robes on, her staff and sword strapped crosswise on her back, a pack with provisions and a metric boatload of healing poultices and lyrium potions, a spellbook, a dagger, and her most comfortable traveling boots.
Liranan, at her side, is wearing a spiked collar, and his brown fur is covered in dark paint, making up a thick striped pattern. Ah, kaddis.
She sets the pack on the ground next to her, then takes a moment to look around for Bossuet.
Which is to say she's got brown and tan mage robes on, her staff and sword strapped crosswise on her back, a pack with provisions and a metric boatload of healing poultices and lyrium potions, a spellbook, a dagger, and her most comfortable traveling boots.
Liranan, at her side, is wearing a spiked collar, and his brown fur is covered in dark paint, making up a thick striped pattern. Ah, kaddis.
She sets the pack on the ground next to her, then takes a moment to look around for Bossuet.