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[Dorian's been practicing, it took him a few tries to get the hang of it, but he's become quite proficient now, at least to introduce himself properly. So behold, your resident perfectly coifed, charming, jet-setting fop...just look into his eyes and you'll know it's all true.]
While I've been charmed through and through by those of you I've met personally, I've not had the opportunity to mingle with everyone [unfortunate, really] so I suppose an en bloc introduction will have to suffice.
[Until he can get around to the insuperable task that is rubbing elbows with everyone.]
I am Dorian of House Pavus, how do you do? [He would bow, but since that's not feasible he simply inclines his head.]
On to the meat and potatoes, yes? My duties aboard the flying cataclysm, or at least one of them, include researching and cataloging medical issues. I suppose the official title is Research Technician.
[Take note. He does sound leery.]
Not that I'm the poster child for what's considered proper, but I think it should be a matter of record that while, yes, I am a skilled researcher [why be humble, someone recognized this] my area of expertise resides within the realm of the arcane, thaumaturgy, crafting new forms of magic, and so forth. I am a Necromancer, by specialization, not a Spirit Healer and so when it comes to maladies I cannot say that I am familiar with the intricacies.
[He could point out the hallmark signs of the Taint, but that is about the extent of it.]
Not that it should get in the way of studying and filing information away for the proper healers aboard this ship. [At least until he's polished up.]
While we're on the subject, interviews may be unavoidable, but, considering my druthers I'd much rather conduct them at a distance. If some of your maladies are catching, I'd rather not be in the line of fire as I make for a terrible patient and those around me would be living in miserable despair. Nobody wants that, I can promise you.
[And someone would have to take care of him, because he's simply hopeless when he's sick!]
Now with that out of the way, quick question. Do we have any green thumbs among us, those with a natural skill for gardening? [Dorian reaches off screen and shakes a vial of seeds labeled 'elfroot' at his audience.] I have a limited number of healing, regeneration, and lyrium potions that are bound to run out...but specific plants [in addition to a handy mage] can be crafted into these useful little potions and I have many of the ingredients for this and more. Certain tonics should come in handy, resistance and armor should be useful to some, yes? Sadly I have a checkered history with dirt so in order to make this possible I'll need to know if we have gardening space and if we have gardening types among the crew. Not certain what I can offer you as compensation for your help, but I am open to discussing arrangements.
While I've been charmed through and through by those of you I've met personally, I've not had the opportunity to mingle with everyone [unfortunate, really] so I suppose an en bloc introduction will have to suffice.
[Until he can get around to the insuperable task that is rubbing elbows with everyone.]
I am Dorian of House Pavus, how do you do? [He would bow, but since that's not feasible he simply inclines his head.]
On to the meat and potatoes, yes? My duties aboard the flying cataclysm, or at least one of them, include researching and cataloging medical issues. I suppose the official title is Research Technician.
[Take note. He does sound leery.]
Not that I'm the poster child for what's considered proper, but I think it should be a matter of record that while, yes, I am a skilled researcher [why be humble, someone recognized this] my area of expertise resides within the realm of the arcane, thaumaturgy, crafting new forms of magic, and so forth. I am a Necromancer, by specialization, not a Spirit Healer and so when it comes to maladies I cannot say that I am familiar with the intricacies.
[He could point out the hallmark signs of the Taint, but that is about the extent of it.]
Not that it should get in the way of studying and filing information away for the proper healers aboard this ship. [At least until he's polished up.]
While we're on the subject, interviews may be unavoidable, but, considering my druthers I'd much rather conduct them at a distance. If some of your maladies are catching, I'd rather not be in the line of fire as I make for a terrible patient and those around me would be living in miserable despair. Nobody wants that, I can promise you.
[And someone would have to take care of him, because he's simply hopeless when he's sick!]
Now with that out of the way, quick question. Do we have any green thumbs among us, those with a natural skill for gardening? [Dorian reaches off screen and shakes a vial of seeds labeled 'elfroot' at his audience.] I have a limited number of healing, regeneration, and lyrium potions that are bound to run out...but specific plants [in addition to a handy mage] can be crafted into these useful little potions and I have many of the ingredients for this and more. Certain tonics should come in handy, resistance and armor should be useful to some, yes? Sadly I have a checkered history with dirt so in order to make this possible I'll need to know if we have gardening space and if we have gardening types among the crew. Not certain what I can offer you as compensation for your help, but I am open to discussing arrangements.
video;
You know for a Tevinter magister, I would have expected a lot more shifty eye glances and evil chuckles. Though, Maker, the thought that we both end up kidnapped from Thedas and brought onto a large metal thing flying through space is truly fate. It almost sounds like the start of a joke, you know.
"An apostate and a magister get kidnapped onto a weird space thing...". Now we just need a qunari and it's the perfect set up.
[Sometimes being part of a self-righteous noble family can have its perks. You at least tend to know the names of powerful houses across the land, even if you really didn't ever want to hear those lectures from your mother. Because nobility is boring.]
video;
I am a mage from the Tevinter Imperium, but not a member of the magisterium, that would be my father, Magister Halward. Which explains the lack of shifty eyes and evil chuckles, you need a magister's license for that. [This is the last time he'll explain this...well probably not, but one can hope.] Though you do make an excellent point, what are the odds? Astronomical I'd expect.
[Forgive him for wrinkling his nose at that bizarre joke set up.] We'd be like three cats in a sack, yes? Let's skip that bit and go straight for the drinks.
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[And she managed to put on pants today! You're a lucky man, Dorian Pavus. Oh and its her turn to wrinkle her nose at both the breakdown of technicalities (boring, you'll be explaining that again Dorian) and the mention of cats.]
No cats, they make me sneeze. Bar yes. And this place even has more than one!
[It's truly a magical resort planet.]
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[He'll draw pretty, pretty pictures next time. It's a promise.]
Two nugs and a mabari hound then? I've noticed the state of their taverns and I cannot complain. It's been quite some time since I've had wine this palatable.
[And then they'll pull it out from under their noses, better grab all the booze you can.]
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[Yes more pictures! More manifestos with pictures that is Hawke's vote.]
Works for me. As does do the taverns. I like the ones with little umbrellas in their drinks shaped like a strange face. It's so charming.
[Tiki bars are evidently the hip place if you don't have a dive.]
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[Because yeah, Kirkwall is a bit of a shithole.
Alright, they have a deal then, Manifestos with pictures, Dorian can write and she can draw. It'll be fun.]
I enjoy how they have taken wine to the next level. Have you tried the sangria? Exquisite.
[A couple of drunkaholics right here.]
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[It's funny see. Because they're both mages. Oh wait does he know she's a mage? Oh well, she's going to be incredibly amused at her own joke anyway.]
I haven't. But then again, I am Ferelden and evidently have little taste for anything except cheap ale that gets you drunk quickly.
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[At least on this ship.]
Oh yes...the vats of vinegar you drink in the South, I pity you. Once I introduce you to the finer things in life you'll never be able to go back...unless you're absolutely desperate.
[And in Skyhold Dorian is desperate.]
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[She should tell Varric and he can make money off space mage love stories.
Then she gives a little shrug.]
Despite having all the access to finer things in life. I still keep going back to the dives and piss vinegar water. It's a character flaw.
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[Oh! And it would be his best, worst love story yet!
They can retch together while reading it!]
I feel dizzy, suddenly. Say it isn't so!
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[She gives a little shrug.]
I am Ferelden after all! No taste and lots of dogs.
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[Yeah, Kirkwall.]
Yes...the wonderful smell of dogs...and who knew they could have so many smells. You adore your dogs, you should bathe them more.