GASOLINE is a post Tresspasser Dragon Age: Inquisition roleplay set in 9:50 Wintermarch, Dragon. The Inquisition has been disbanded, refusing to bend knee to the Chantry. Solas knows to much about the inquisition anyways- their weaknesses, fears, names, who their families are. He could use this information to his advantage if they were to revolt against him. He plans on destroying the world, creating a new one in his perfect image. Release the Evanuris, bring the world back to the time of the elves. But, unknown to most of the world, Solas is slowly becoming corrupted- and rumors of the sixth blight and a new archdemon emerging are lose on the tongues of spies and maids alike. The new Inquisition, under it's new alias, works diligently from the shadows and away from the eyes of nobility and the hierarchy of Orlais and Ferelden to gain information and armies to combat this new threat on the horizon. The fate of Thedas is in your hands- what role will you play in it's future? Will you be the light in the storm, or the gasoline that helps it to burn?
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Laurien had made port in Orlais for the next week or so. The Montilyet patriarch had contracted his elest son to trade some wares with an underground smuggling ring in Orlais- because Andraste forbid the Montilyet family trade with the more respectable, legal contracts but Laurien wouldn’t press the issue. He was getting paid that’s all that mattered. Still under the guise of Bicençio De La Parra- his favorite (and only) persona gifted to him by his shapeshifting abilities, Laurien made his way to the designated meet up spot that he was given at the beginning of his journey. The fellows in question were… odd characters to say the least. One dwarf had a rather long, soot colored beard with a scar running the diagonal length of his face; and the other was a fair skinned, blond fellow that looked greatly out of place. The dwarven carta wasn’t a group that he expected his father to trade with; but he learned early on to not question Yves’s methods- he wouldn’t get far in the argument anyways.
After exchanging the gold for the wares his crew was now hauling onto the Hollowed Wisp, one of the dwarves questioned why a famed “pirate” would be working for some scorned nobility in Antiva. Flashing them the famed De La Parra smile, Laurien just simply replied with “Business is business” and left it at that. The other dwarf added his opinion to the conversation, something about how there’s no honor among thieves if they sell out of the rich or some sort of dribble- Laurien honestly wasn’t paying attention to the other dwarf until he propositioned a job.
And then Laurien’s attention was grabbed.
Apparently the carta was having issues with some shady nobleman having his hired muscle ambush their cartel while doing business, and they were losing profit. Laurien didn’t even have to ask about price since the blond one flashed quite a large satchel filled with gold coins and a few assorted jewels; it made Laurien’s greedy little heart race. They really wanted this nobleman dead, and Laurien was more than willing to off the bloke for the cash. He was a nefarious pirate after all.
He was given a tip that the nobleman often frequented the summer bazaar during the day, mainly to ruffle the skirts of some of the shop maidens, partly because he had his hand in quite a few of the shops present. It would be the perfect opportunity for him to grab the intended target, drag him off to some shady location, and do the deed. The good thing about Orlais was no one asked questions, so it made work for hired swords such as Laurien easy and often hassle free.
Laurien waited until the morning to begin his manhunt, using the night to restore his mana so he could continue parading as De La Parra. Leaving the Wisp just as the sun was beginning to rise on the horizon, Laurien went to work. Getting to the bazaar was easy, he knew Orlais like the back of his hand; but finding the opportunity to off the target was going to be tricky. Staying hidden in the shadows of the plaza, Laurien patiently waited for his target. Glancing down at the drawn wanted ad his dwarven hirers provided, he returned his gaze to the sea of people that now flocked to the bazaar and scanned the crowd. None matched his target, as of yet.
Laurien waited, sulking in the shadows for another hour or two before his eyes met a man that nearly spot on matched the target- there were some discrepancies but Laurien wasn’t too worried about the details. Silently grabbing the man by the cloak with his free hand covering the man’s mouth, Laurien dragged the fellow into one of the few alleyways that connected the larger plaza to smaller sub-areas of the bazaar.
”Hello there gorgeous,” Laurien spoke, his voice low and deep to match his persona, hand still over the man’s mouth while the other was held across his chest, holding him pinned against the cobblestone wall of the alleyway. ”Terribly sorry about this, but I’ve got a contract from a little dwarven carta and apparently you’re mucking up business and we all know the saying about bad business.” He paused for a moment before studying the nobleman before continuing.
”Now, I’m going to remove my hand from that pretty mouth of yours. I would recommend not shouting, eh?” He finished his sentence in a darker tone, one that no doubt was reflected in the darkness of his eyes and the devilish smirk upon his lips. After removing his hand from the man’s lips, Laurien reached for the dagger concealed in his cloak, twirling the well-crafted blade between his index and middle finger. ”I promise this won’t hurt much. Shame I must carve up such a pretty face; but, business is business.”
tagged: @PALLAS RAEVUS.
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