On the Trail

Avorra walked through the bustling streets on Minrathaus. It was her first time in Tevinter, and she was likely to be here for a while. Ever since her magic started to hunger again, she went searching for more shards. Her first hunt failed, but it wouldn't be the last. She'd heard rumors of one in the now-open Tevinter since the barrier had fallen. This place was entirely foreign to her, and likely much of Thedas. She'd have to keep her wits about her if she was to survive. Luckily, Tevinter seemed to adore mages, and just as it so happens, she loves flaunting her magic. There was no one here to accuse her of forbidden magic, no one here to call Templars or the gods-forbidden Ben-Hassrath on her apostacy.

She went looking for an inn, or a local tavern, anywhere to trace the rumors to their source. She needed to find this shard, and soon, lest her magic consume her. The last time she experienced these pangs, she played host to a Pride Demon. Only by finding that Shard of Zazikel did her magic stop. Of course, it had only ceased from eating her, but only temporarily. Now the time had come - her magic was overactive again, and as much as she enjoyed the new influx of powers, if she didn't find a way to tame it soon, it was going to kill her - or worse.

Zazikel was still silent as ever since she failed her last hunt. The times he does talk is brief - warnings. He was no longer the guide he once was. Was it her failure that caused him to turn a cold shoulder? The shame? There were days she missed him. With or without him, however, she was determined to find the next shard.