Alleyana shrugs, "I like fighting, but I know my strengths, and offense just isn't it. It would be one thing if there was a strike team that needed someone to defend them while they punched through enemy territory to take out the demons' leaders or something, but red's not organized for that sort of thing. Nor does it seem likely to work if someone tried; red team's full of solo acts."
So, she's here.
Where a shield might come in useful, and not just the one on her back.
"To make a very, very long story ridiculously short, I survived the Fade. Got back to the waking world, got taken prisoner by the surviving Chantry, got turned into their Herald of Andraste because obviously to them, the Maker was how I survived the Fade... found out the mark on my hand was the only thing that could seal up the tears in the sky that had started happening after the explosion. Tears in the Veil between my world and the Fade.
So I kind of had to stick around, lest the world end. A couple years of fighting, gathering allies, full blown war, so on and so forth-- I kill the thousands-of-years-old ancient Tevinter Magister Corypheus, who had the orb, and stop him from entering the Fade himself to claim godhood."
It's really hard to boil it all down to a few paragraphs, but she's trying.
"A couple more years go by, my Inquisition is just sort of mopping up the mess left behind -- and my hand starts to go haywire. The mark widens. It was already like a rift in my palm that lead right into the Fade, so having it do anything new was pretty alarming."
To say the least. In the here and now, all this talking is at least warming her voice up, making it smooth out. It's still damaged, but it doesn't have to sound like actual gravel and glass shards.
"I hunt down the ancient elvhen God who made the orb, and the Veil, and by then my hand is actively trying to kill me. Bones feel like they're melting through my flesh. Green lightning everywhere. Likes to lift me up into the air and then explode with power if I don't use it up fast enough. Got the power leaking out of my eyes by then. I can still taste it in my teeth.
"The ancient elvhen God, who worked for me in the Inquisition, reveals that this is his power, the same power that created the Veil and split the waking world and the Fade into two realms. He turns my arm to stone, and it crumbles off."
There's so much she's glossing over here, but it's in the interest in not boring her 'audience'. People don't usually want to know about her, it's usually only the other way around. Yondu's probably regretting asking, about now, so time to wrap it up.
"So now I have a bar for an arm, and," she unfolds her arms and holds the bar up, and some bright green power crackles down the length of it, starting from the covered stump. "And that. Residual power from the mark, stable now."
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So, she's here.
Where a shield might come in useful, and not just the one on her back.
"To make a very, very long story ridiculously short, I survived the Fade. Got back to the waking world, got taken prisoner by the surviving Chantry, got turned into their Herald of Andraste because obviously to them, the Maker was how I survived the Fade... found out the mark on my hand was the only thing that could seal up the tears in the sky that had started happening after the explosion. Tears in the Veil between my world and the Fade.
So I kind of had to stick around, lest the world end. A couple years of fighting, gathering allies, full blown war, so on and so forth-- I kill the thousands-of-years-old ancient Tevinter Magister Corypheus, who had the orb, and stop him from entering the Fade himself to claim godhood."
It's really hard to boil it all down to a few paragraphs, but she's trying.
"A couple more years go by, my Inquisition is just sort of mopping up the mess left behind -- and my hand starts to go haywire. The mark widens. It was already like a rift in my palm that lead right into the Fade, so having it do anything new was pretty alarming."
To say the least. In the here and now, all this talking is at least warming her voice up, making it smooth out. It's still damaged, but it doesn't have to sound like actual gravel and glass shards.
"I hunt down the ancient elvhen God who made the orb, and the Veil, and by then my hand is actively trying to kill me. Bones feel like they're melting through my flesh. Green lightning everywhere. Likes to lift me up into the air and then explode with power if I don't use it up fast enough. Got the power leaking out of my eyes by then. I can still taste it in my teeth.
"The ancient elvhen God, who worked for me in the Inquisition, reveals that this is his power, the same power that created the Veil and split the waking world and the Fade into two realms. He turns my arm to stone, and it crumbles off."
There's so much she's glossing over here, but it's in the interest in not boring her 'audience'. People don't usually want to know about her, it's usually only the other way around. Yondu's probably regretting asking, about now, so time to wrap it up.
"So now I have a bar for an arm, and," she unfolds her arms and holds the bar up, and some bright green power crackles down the length of it, starting from the covered stump. "And that. Residual power from the mark, stable now."