Cade heard the murmuring of voices and felt movement around him as he started to come to. Something felt wrong, his limbs were still heavy with whatever unnatural sleep he’d been put into. He’d been out on the road when the news about the royal’s death. The news they’d been getting out of Antiva had been odd as of late before that and now with this… Cade wasn’t sure what this meant for his homeland and he’d been driven by a need to know more. So, he’d left home only planning on being gone for a few days as he gathered some information from different people who might be able to make some more sense on this, as they were more on the ground in Antiva proper than he was.
It was out doing this that he’d gotten the news of the death of Francesco Campana, apparently killed by the hand of one of the ancient elven gods. Cade hadn’t heard Merilin, Eriar, or Nahreida mention this particular one outright but the fact that one of them was likely walking among them settled in Cade’s mind as a bad omen. So, he’d turned his horse for home to sit with the three of them and figure out what the hell was going on.
Traveling alone was never something Cade thought twice about. He was a commanding presence on the road and many seemed to avoid him when they could if they didn’t know him. He never really thought twice about it, especially in Rivian where is bare chest and arms indicated the amount of death that had been dealt at his own hands, either literally or through military prowess. Every single death, commemorated on his body in a raised scar.
He’d been ambushed on the road. He remembered that much and managed to take two or three of the warriors down before a mage got him with a sleeping spell from behind.
Cheap shot, really.
That was the last thing he remembered before waking up like this. He grumbled lightly, sitting up slowly, and felt the lock move against his skin. He reached up to touch it, not going as far as to shove his finger into the thing like one of the other men had. This wasn’t right. His hand moved up a little further to where the Merilin’s collar usually sat and a small growl escaped his mouth when he found the skin bare.
He looked over the other people in the room. Elf with markings that would once have Cade assuming he was Dalish but he’d learned better since being found by Erier, a human male who looked to be of Antivan descent (one to watch), a Qunari, and an aberration, closer to Eriar than Nahreida if he would have a guess.
TLDR: Cade was out information gathering on Antiva when he heard news of Campana’s death, was returning home when ambushed, is quite angry at waking up in a collar that isn’t the one he agreed to have between him and his lovers, takes stock of the people there and is trying to pull open the lock.
It was out doing this that he’d gotten the news of the death of Francesco Campana, apparently killed by the hand of one of the ancient elven gods. Cade hadn’t heard Merilin, Eriar, or Nahreida mention this particular one outright but the fact that one of them was likely walking among them settled in Cade’s mind as a bad omen. So, he’d turned his horse for home to sit with the three of them and figure out what the hell was going on.
Traveling alone was never something Cade thought twice about. He was a commanding presence on the road and many seemed to avoid him when they could if they didn’t know him. He never really thought twice about it, especially in Rivian where is bare chest and arms indicated the amount of death that had been dealt at his own hands, either literally or through military prowess. Every single death, commemorated on his body in a raised scar.
He’d been ambushed on the road. He remembered that much and managed to take two or three of the warriors down before a mage got him with a sleeping spell from behind.
Cheap shot, really.
That was the last thing he remembered before waking up like this. He grumbled lightly, sitting up slowly, and felt the lock move against his skin. He reached up to touch it, not going as far as to shove his finger into the thing like one of the other men had. This wasn’t right. His hand moved up a little further to where the Merilin’s collar usually sat and a small growl escaped his mouth when he found the skin bare.
He looked over the other people in the room. Elf with markings that would once have Cade assuming he was Dalish but he’d learned better since being found by Erier, a human male who looked to be of Antivan descent (one to watch), a Qunari, and an aberration, closer to Eriar than Nahreida if he would have a guess.
What the hell is going on?he asked, feeling for a weak joint in the metal of the lock and wrapping his hands around either side of it and using as much of his strength as he could manage to try and pull it apart.
TLDR: Cade was out information gathering on Antiva when he heard news of Campana’s death, was returning home when ambushed, is quite angry at waking up in a collar that isn’t the one he agreed to have between him and his lovers, takes stock of the people there and is trying to pull open the lock.
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