A Good Tale ~ Open
Dec 12, 2013 7:19:43 GMT
Post by Varric Tethras on Dec 12, 2013 7:19:43 GMT
A good tale had so much, and Varric had missed telling his tales when he had arrived. It had been a little hobby of his, spreading tales in Kirkwall but without a hero in all of his tales. The tales were so much better with a hero in the mix. Sure, he stretched the truth, but who wanted to hear the truth? It didn't captivate the audience, didn't catch others attention. No one was interested in the truth, but a tale of adventure, romance, amazement? That held them entranced! Besides, Varric thought with a bit of a dwarven smile, he liked his version better.
"Darkspawn had them surrounded, pushing and screeching towards one another. At once, they all charged forwards towards the two women that they had surrounded. One was a dark headed beauty, dressed in dark and thin armor it hung off her graceful frame and complimented her form. She held a sword in each hand, so don't kid yourselves!" Varric laughed, the enchanting voice of the tale momentarally torn apart with a bit of humor. His audience laughed slightly, eager for him to continue the tale.
"The second had long flowing dark hair, curled up about her shoulders. The second woman held a staff in her hands, summoning hell upon those who opposed her and her sister. She wore the robes of the circle, but it came down a bit farther on her chest as no one had anticipated what the top would have to hold up! Both of the women were splattered in blood, as the ordiel had been going on for some time. Hawke, the duel sworded one, swung her sword with such force the darkspawn's head came clean off. Bethany, the mage, seemed far more weary and tired then Hawke, planting her staff into the ground firmly and leaning on it briefly. 'We can't keep this up forever..' She warned, innocent in her voice. They stood little to no chance, as well equipped as they were. 'Neither can they.' Hawke pointed out, knowing their efforts were fruitless. As the words passed her lips, legions of darkspawn leap forward at once..." Varric looked at his audience with a smile, he had them captivated.
"Holding them back, the tide turned in their favor for a change. Darkspawn moved in with a feirce flashing of weaponry, forcing Bethany and Hawke back. A giant roar filled the air! Turning their heads from the battle both women glanced up towards the sky, seeing a black dragon pass over head. Breathing fire, smoke and flames the dragon beat it's mighty wings and hung low to the ground. Fire licked the darkspawn and it landed with a loud stomp and another fierce roar." Varric spun another tale, even he could see the dragon nearly passing overhead, instead of a low hung roof in his room in the Hanged Man. He told the tale in such a way that the audience found themselves intrigued and in love with Hawke, they simply couldn't help it. It wasn't anywhere close to reality, of course, though that one had included a dragon as well. Varric liked his version better, making improvements to Hawke's story. Hawke was by no means a story teller like himself.
There's power in stories, though. That's all history is: the best tales. The ones that last. Might as well be mine. Varric thought with another dwarven smile as he drew out the silence, holding the audience upon his every word.
"Darkspawn had them surrounded, pushing and screeching towards one another. At once, they all charged forwards towards the two women that they had surrounded. One was a dark headed beauty, dressed in dark and thin armor it hung off her graceful frame and complimented her form. She held a sword in each hand, so don't kid yourselves!" Varric laughed, the enchanting voice of the tale momentarally torn apart with a bit of humor. His audience laughed slightly, eager for him to continue the tale.
"The second had long flowing dark hair, curled up about her shoulders. The second woman held a staff in her hands, summoning hell upon those who opposed her and her sister. She wore the robes of the circle, but it came down a bit farther on her chest as no one had anticipated what the top would have to hold up! Both of the women were splattered in blood, as the ordiel had been going on for some time. Hawke, the duel sworded one, swung her sword with such force the darkspawn's head came clean off. Bethany, the mage, seemed far more weary and tired then Hawke, planting her staff into the ground firmly and leaning on it briefly. 'We can't keep this up forever..' She warned, innocent in her voice. They stood little to no chance, as well equipped as they were. 'Neither can they.' Hawke pointed out, knowing their efforts were fruitless. As the words passed her lips, legions of darkspawn leap forward at once..." Varric looked at his audience with a smile, he had them captivated.
"Holding them back, the tide turned in their favor for a change. Darkspawn moved in with a feirce flashing of weaponry, forcing Bethany and Hawke back. A giant roar filled the air! Turning their heads from the battle both women glanced up towards the sky, seeing a black dragon pass over head. Breathing fire, smoke and flames the dragon beat it's mighty wings and hung low to the ground. Fire licked the darkspawn and it landed with a loud stomp and another fierce roar." Varric spun another tale, even he could see the dragon nearly passing overhead, instead of a low hung roof in his room in the Hanged Man. He told the tale in such a way that the audience found themselves intrigued and in love with Hawke, they simply couldn't help it. It wasn't anywhere close to reality, of course, though that one had included a dragon as well. Varric liked his version better, making improvements to Hawke's story. Hawke was by no means a story teller like himself.
There's power in stories, though. That's all history is: the best tales. The ones that last. Might as well be mine. Varric thought with another dwarven smile as he drew out the silence, holding the audience upon his every word.