Nathaniel Howe
Warden Commander of Ferelden
Canon Character
Noble
Grey Warden
Post DAI Timeline
DAO/DA2 Timeline
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((OOC: Firstfall 10, 9:35, Afternoon, Practice Yards - Mara Kerr))
Nathaniel wiped the sweat off his brow with his forearm, taking a brief pause from his forms. His chest heaved, heavy breaths drawn in and let out slowly. The best cure for an over active mind, he found, was physical exertion. Today, however, there was no cure for such ailment. No matter the speed at which he went, his daggers furiously fast in attacking the straw dummy, he could not stop himself from thinking about Velanna.
Unlike the last time she left Vigil’s Keep, he did not see to her belongings. He left the packing of her things to one of the new servants he could not yet remember the name of. The girl, perhaps no more than 19, was the first servant Nathaniel passed on his way out of Velanna’s rooms earlier in the day. To her he gave the order to burn anything she did not want. There would be saving things should Velanna return. She would not becoming back. Not this time, of that he was sure.
He would need to write Cauthrien, of course. Velanna had not only been his lover but she was also a senior Grey Warden and mage. He should order her hunted. But he knew he would do no such thing even if bade to do so by Cauthrien. Velanna would not be found if she did not wish to be found. She was now yet another ghost to haunt the halls of Vigil’s Keep in memory.
Frustration wrinkled Nathaniel’s features with the whitening of his knuckles about the daggers in his grasp. The pommels of his daggers twisted about in his palms and Nathaniel went to task upon the straw dummy before him causing more straw to spray about in the air. If she could so casually disregard what he felt was growing between them, he would try to as well if he had to tire himself into indifference.
Nathaniel wiped the sweat off his brow with his forearm, taking a brief pause from his forms. His chest heaved, heavy breaths drawn in and let out slowly. The best cure for an over active mind, he found, was physical exertion. Today, however, there was no cure for such ailment. No matter the speed at which he went, his daggers furiously fast in attacking the straw dummy, he could not stop himself from thinking about Velanna.
Unlike the last time she left Vigil’s Keep, he did not see to her belongings. He left the packing of her things to one of the new servants he could not yet remember the name of. The girl, perhaps no more than 19, was the first servant Nathaniel passed on his way out of Velanna’s rooms earlier in the day. To her he gave the order to burn anything she did not want. There would be saving things should Velanna return. She would not becoming back. Not this time, of that he was sure.
He would need to write Cauthrien, of course. Velanna had not only been his lover but she was also a senior Grey Warden and mage. He should order her hunted. But he knew he would do no such thing even if bade to do so by Cauthrien. Velanna would not be found if she did not wish to be found. She was now yet another ghost to haunt the halls of Vigil’s Keep in memory.
Frustration wrinkled Nathaniel’s features with the whitening of his knuckles about the daggers in his grasp. The pommels of his daggers twisted about in his palms and Nathaniel went to task upon the straw dummy before him causing more straw to spray about in the air. If she could so casually disregard what he felt was growing between them, he would try to as well if he had to tire himself into indifference.
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