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Theodas
Legacy Name: Theodas
The
Cream BumbusOwner:
BlazikenAge: 12 years, 7 months, 3 days
Born: October 3rd, 2011
Adopted: 8 years, 8 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: August 24th, 2015
Statistics
- Level: 2
- Strength: 12
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 2
- Books Read: 1
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Cleaning Crew
DA:I Lavellan OC. Brother of Sorras.
Fight me.
Theodas stared up the mountain holding the impressive stature of his final destination: Skyhold.
He’d been travelling for weeks: his body ached to his core, his bare feet had become numb to the cold what seemed like an age ago, and he had run out of his last scraps food over two days ago. He was exhausted both mentally and physically, but upon knowing his plight was almost through, the small spark of hope in the back of his mind spurred him onwards for the last hour of his journey. He allowed his mind to be filled with the reasons for making the pilgrimage from where he first started, or rather, escaped - Tevinter. He had ignored the whispers from, the other Elf slaves at first, but one word kept being repeated in the whispers. Lavellan.
“Lavellan?”
Lavellan.
‘I’m a Lavellan…’
Lavellan.
It was then that he paid more attention to the whispers.
“Lavellan...white hair...Vallaslin of June…”
Lavellan.
‘Lavellan.’
"Sorras."
Theodas knew, then, that he needed to escape Tevinter. He needed to escape his life of slavery and find this Inquisitor Lavellan. He needed to see for himself. And as he reached the massive gates of his salvation, the last thing on his mind as he watched two guards rush towards him was that name. “Sorras. Sorras. Sorras. Sorra…” And his world went black. Theodas was left with the healers for no less than a week. The fourth day was the worst - the fever making him weak beyond measure, and the healers believing on more than one occasion that he would not last until nightfall. But the elf was strong, and halfway through the fifth day his fever finally broke, allowing the healers to finally help him. On the seventh day, Theodas finally woke. - - - - - -“Lord Inquisitor, Ser.”Sorras was pulled out of his daze by the voice of the guard addressing him directly. He fought the urger to dismiss the guard before he was heard out, but knew he would regret it if the message was an important one. Even if it was spoiling his first few minutes of solitary peace fopr the past three weeks. He tried his best not to look annoyed, but he knew his face betrayed at least a little of his feeling.“You have a message for me?”The guard must have been a new recruit - he was young and baby faced, and looked positively terrified as he delivered his message. “Ser, there is an Elf with the healers who is asking, or rather, demanding, to speak with you. He is asking for you by given name, Ser.”Sorras raised an eyebrow at that. “How is he asking for me, soldier?”The soldier inhaled, obviously not wanting to use the Inquisitor’s name, but complied. “H...his words were, ‘Sorras. Sorras Lavellan. I need to speak with Sorras.’ Ser, I also saw Lady Cassandra, The Iron Bull, and Ser Dorian headed that way presumably to speak with the Elf.”Sorras considered for a moment, then stood abruptly from the bench. “Thank you for delivering this message. Go on back to the healer's tent and ask for none of my Companions to speak to him yet. I would like to speak with him first. You may be dismissed.”“Yes Ser.” The soldier clasped his fist to his chest in salute, and turned on his heel to run back through the fortress.Sorras took a deep breath, and with his peace suitable shattered, made his own way through the Maze of Skyhold.