Ugh. Dwarves. Nothing against them, but their security is a nightmare. For smugglers. One nice, neat gate to the surface, then no other entrance but the deep roads. Stupid. What happens when they all need to book it to the surface in an earthquake? What if their lava thingy erupts? There are a lot of crispy dwarves, that's what. And a lot of grumpy smugglers. Bad planning. No stars.
Veron managed it anyway. Because he's awesome. But it involved - um. Very creative planning, and it's not the sort of thing he'd like to repeat. So before he drops off his smuggled package, he's investigating other ways into Orzammar. There are various entrances into the deep roads, and an entrance into the deep roads from Orzammar. It stands to reason one could sneak into Orzammar and out of it through the back entrance. He bought a map, he's going to look. It's worth a shot, and it's a smart idea.
Well. Except for the darkspawn. Veron's lingering at the entrance of the deep roads, thinking about all of the horrible stories about darkspawn and wishing there was more than just - him. Maybe a bunch of Grey Wardens. An entire platoon of them.
Veron managed it anyway. Because he's awesome. But it involved - um. Very creative planning, and it's not the sort of thing he'd like to repeat. So before he drops off his smuggled package, he's investigating other ways into Orzammar. There are various entrances into the deep roads, and an entrance into the deep roads from Orzammar. It stands to reason one could sneak into Orzammar and out of it through the back entrance. He bought a map, he's going to look. It's worth a shot, and it's a smart idea.
Well. Except for the darkspawn. Veron's lingering at the entrance of the deep roads, thinking about all of the horrible stories about darkspawn and wishing there was more than just - him. Maybe a bunch of Grey Wardens. An entire platoon of them.
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Date: 2015-01-30 01:06 am (UTC)There is a sound from deep within the tunnel.
The sound gradually resolves into muttered swearing.
"...another fucking day I'm going to start seriously considering throwing myself in a lava pit, come on, it's got to be somewhere around here, come on come on don't make me turn around and take my chances with the darkspawn again... oh, shit!"
With a scrape and a clatter, someone climbs out of the anonymous little hole in the ground that appears on Veron's map as an entrance to the Deep Roads. He is short, skinny, wearing badly fitted armour and a mismatched selection of daggers and longswords, and covered in stinking black slime. Blue sparks swirl out of his mouth with every breath.
"Ugh," he groans, squinting his eyes shut and shielding them with an upraised arm. "No one fucking told me sky would be so bright."
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Date: 2015-01-30 01:08 am (UTC)"It's recommended not to stare at it," offers Veron, helpfully. "Hello there, you look like death. Or undeath, did a mage get you?"
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Date: 2015-01-30 02:18 am (UTC)Veron leads the skinny dwarf to water, but he does not make him drink. Or bathe.
"Here we are. Do you want me to leave food for you, or something...?"
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Date: 2015-01-30 02:38 am (UTC)Giggle.
"All right, all right. My name," he says, "is Stalas Aeducan. And I am the banished prince. But like I said, that's the end of the story. How much of the story do you already have?"
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Date: 2015-01-30 02:39 am (UTC)Veron starts laughing.
"Ha! Wow, okay then. I only have a bit of the story. Might not even be true. Just - start from the beginning anyway?"
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Date: 2015-01-30 02:42 am (UTC)Well, he is technically a merchant.
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