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It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?

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01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

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[ And Imshael is not the only one with a transformation in his back pocket. Here, there is enough room to spread his wings. ]

Let me deal with the little ones.

[ Once again that smoke swirls around him, and in his place the dragon takes form. Spreading his wings, he takes to the skies, his roar echoing against the stones, before he takes to the air. A deep breath, and fire spews forth against the red templars swarming to surround the demon in defense. Scorching the ground, he circles the courtyard, as the archer arrows bounce off his scales.

They still fire, of course, seeking to down the airborne assault. Most the arrows ping harmlessly away. But one lucky shot finds its mark, sinking just between the layer of armor, and Wrathion snarls in pain and rage as it sinks deep into his flesh. But the offending archer has only moments to savor victory before he lands before them, claws, lashing out to crush them against the nearby rubble. ]

[ Varric and Sera separate the Red Templars from Imshael with traps and grenade (and one might notice the strangely out of place but distinct sound of angry... bees?) before leaving the rest to Wrathion.

Imshael seems determined to get to the Inquisitor, but the warriors are swift in their defense. Still, that leaves Lasulahn with little room to move. If he comes from behind the defensive line, Imshael will only turn for him. So when he hears that roar, and his gaze snaps to the dragon to find an arrow in his hide, he can only call out. ] Wrathion!

[ When the form of fear fails, the demon shifts to rage. — A choice that Vivienne seems all too pleased to declare a poor choice. The mages' ice slows the demon's form, and provides Lasulahn the opportunity to move quickly and check on his new friend.

A fearling scuttles across the floor towards him, and Lasulahn proves swiftly that he is not helpless on his own. The lesser demon crosses a glyph, and promptly bursts into flames. He ensures it is quite dead first, glances for any more immediate threats, then looks to Wrathion. ] Are you alright?

A scratch, nothing more.

[ He seems more offended than hurt, tail lashing behind him as he turns to regard an oncoming handful of templars. And then his tail swings in earnest, sending three of them flying with a hearty 'smack'.

That massive head turns back towards Lasulahn, eyes burning bright. It's a little harder to tell what expression he has in this form, a reptilian countenance showing little in the way of emotion, but safe to say he's more annoyed than anything. ]

[ Lasulahn still takes a moment to check the wound, and gently pats the dragon's scales ina brief show of camaraderie. ] Solas can look at it if it troubles you after.

[ Worn down and increasingly enraged by the mate's onslaught, Imshael gives a road and shifts form once again- a demon of pride, far larger than that of rage. Lasulahn affords Wrathion a quick shield, and hurries to return behind the defenses of the warriors.

This form is... considerably more difficult. Lightning crackles across the Keep's roof, and a great orb scatters Cassandra and Blackwell, leaving Lasulahn exposed. The shield around him shatters from the strike of a whip of lightning, and the burn sinks deep into his shoulder, driving him to one knee.

Solas is quick qith another shield, and Bull launches himself at the pride demon form as Cassandra and Blackwall close ranks again. ]

[ It's big. But he's fought bigger. A petty creature with petty schemes, and they will not fall to it if he has any say in the matter.

While the warriors reconstruct their front line, the dragon cannily circles around to the beast's back, lashing out with his claws to tear at its hide. It's tougher than the others to be sure, but it only means putting in an effort this time. And seeing Lasulahn take that blow encourages a vicious sort of fury in his chest, a determination to see the demon fall.

When it wheels back to strike with that whip once more, Wrathion takes the opportunity and lunges forward, jaws closing on its shoulder and shaking his head savagely to throw it off balance as best he can. ]

[ The pain is dizzying, sparks tearing their way through his nerves, burning and numbing alike. But Dorian hauls Lasulahn to his feet, and the Inquisitor shakes himself off as best he can.

The demon thrashes violently in Wrathion's grip, but has also grown tired, worn down by mage and blade and arrow. In a moment where the demon stills as though to catch his breath, Sera, Varric and Cole take opportunity with poison weapons to strike weak spots. Imshael shrieks, and then finally, goes slack in Wrathion's grasp.

Bull ensures that the demon is well and truly dead (perhaps a little more enthusiastically than necessary, and grumbles about 'why does it always have to be demons' while cleaning his axe blade off. There's a moment of relative quiet as Cole steals along the ramparts to ensure there are no remaining enemies, and Lasulahn checks to make sure each companion is alright - including Wrathion. He cradles his own shoulder, but the wound looks more burned than open - what of it is visible beneath his tunic, anyway. ] You're alright? [ He asks again, soft as he approaches. ]

[ The wound is more visible now that the battle is ended. It isn't blood that wells to the surface, but something glowing hot and molten, and it burns and sizzles where it touches the snow before hardening like rock and ash. Wrathion grumbles, a noise far more intimidating in this form than his other. ]

Of course. Other than a sour taste in my mouth from that creature.

[ He snorts, nostrils flaring as his gaze falls to the wound the elf now bears. ]

See to your own injuries, Inquisitor. I will see if we have any other unwelcome guests to see to in your new Keep.

[ Lasulahn looks concerned, particularly as that strange substance drips from the wound. He thinks to protest, but Cole is suddenly back by his side. He urges softly that there is one Red Templar remaining and that perhaps... perhaps the Inuisitor should see.

Lasulahn follows the spirit to find a Red Templar laying on the ground, closer to death than not. The tortured man rasps out that Imshael had offered to cure them of their corruption. Whatever price the demon asked, was too high, and the man had chosen death instead. And in a few moments, breath fades from his lips.

The claiming of Suledin Keep, signified by the raising of the Inquisition flag is a little more somber after that. The next steps are largely for others - Inquisition agents cleaning up after the Herald's party, securing the Keep, merchants and Desjardins arriving to take command in the Inquisitor's stead.

Still nursing his shoulder a time later, but looking a little less pained for the salve of Solas' healing, Lasulahn approaches Wrathion again. ] There will be rooms ready for us by evening. How are you feeling?

[ By now, he's returned to his humanoid form, observing the snowy landscape from one of the sturdier-looking ledges of stonework. The wound is nowhere to be seen, though that's more to do with the jacket he wears than its absence.

His brow hikes upwards as the elf approaches. ]

A little chilly, truth be told. I'm not normally one for stone walls, but I think I might be a little grateful for them at this point. Are you well?

[ He nods towards his shoulder. Seems they were both clipped in that fight, though the elf had certainly taken the worse of the two blows. ]

I thought Skyhold was cold, but the Emprise is a miserable sort all its own. [ He motions Wrathion to follow him to a brazier nearby, and ignites it with a gesture. Merrily crackling within just a moment, Lasulahn warms his hands near the flame. A wistful, if not sort of sad expression crosses his countenance. ] I dont care for stone walls either, in truth. I'm used to the open air, or my family's aravel.

[ He looks back to Wrathion, brows raising. ] Ah? Oh- it's alright. My arm is a little numb, and it will likely scar, but Solas tended to it. It will heal.

That's good to hear. I can't imagine it tickled.

[ If his own injury still bothers him, he's not showing signs of it. Of course, he's gotten relatively adept at hiding pain and weakness. A minor discomfort like this is hardly an issue.

It seems the elf has a similar outlook, as dismissive as he is of the wound. His fortitude is an impressive thing, as is his skill in a fight. A faint smirk lingers on his lips as he moves closer, and again there's that sense of heat radiating as much from him as it does from the fire Lasulahn has conjured for them. ]

But the end result must please you. You are now the owner of a very run-down keep in desperate need of decontamination. How lucky for you.

Solas is a talented healer. [ That, and embrium draughts for the pain, downed between meeting one Inquisition agent and a runner from Sahrnia. Grimly, he thinks he's growing used to being injured.

A wry smile crosses his expression, and he shrugs slightly, gesturing vaguely to indicate the Keep. ] It will serve as an important outpost, once cleaned out. But more importantly, we have taken an outpost from the Red Templars, eliminating their foothold in this area for the most part. We've cleared the quarries, so with the Inquisition presence, they'll be hard-pressed to —

I'm sorry. I doubt this interests you.

[ A pause, and he glances away, then returns to the dragon's gaze. ] I wanted to thank you. You did all we asked and more. Once the Crossing is passable and we've ensured no Red Templars have a hold there, we'll return to Skyhold.

[ At that, the dragon's mouth curves a little higher. ]

Of course it interests me. The state of the world is a very crucial thing to understand if one intends to spend any meaningful duration of time in it.

[ If only to better navigate his way to his goal. He's been given a board to play on without understanding the pieces or their function, how they move and interact.

Time with the Inquisition will no doubt solve several of these mysteries, and should their goals remain aligned? Perhaps he could lend his assistance in more meaningful ways than simply slapping down the local demonic presence. ]

Well, [ Lasulahn ventures thoughtfully, perhaps standing just a tiny bit closer to Wrathion for the comfortable heat, ]

I could tell you what all I know - we'll have plenty of time while traveling. Though, keep in mind I've gone from a very specific upbringing and way of life, to being the head of a very public organization; I cannot promise my view is well-rounded. Solas knows much of elves, history, and the Fade. Cassandra can tell you of the Chantry, the Templars and Seekers. Vivienne can tell you of the Circles, where mages are kept. Dorian can tell you of Tevinter, a country to the north where mages are far more free than here - they rule, in fact - to my understanding, anyway. Varric knows much of the more human aspects of the Free Marches, and the city of Kirkwall in particular, which was perhaps the most instrumental city in the Mage Templar war beginning. Sera can tell you bits of all sorts of things. Blackwall can tell you of the Grey Wardens; they are a group responsible for defending against the Blights... though it's best to hear from him, the description of what a 'Blight' is, if your world does not experience them. The Iron Bull can tell you of the Qun, and Par Vollen far to the north. At Skyhold, Josephine can speak to most nobles in Thedas and the politics of each company, if that's more what interests you.

[ He pauses, realizing that might be quite a lot of information to dump all at once, but there's someone he hasn't mentioned— ] And Cole - he is a spirit... of sorts. According to Solas, something of an anomaly. But, he wishes to help. So if he said something ah, personal earlier, I apologize. It was not meant unkindly.

Ah. That.

[ His expression goes hard for a moment, recalling the pale-eyed boy intoning so clearly something he should not know. Mind-readers were one thing, but that? He'd felt his skin crawl realizing what he'd dredged up. Now, it's easier to simply shrug it away. ]

It's not something many would know. Not something I keep in my foremost thoughts, even. So it was...unexpected, to say the least.

I understand. He tends to bring up things like that sometimes. Though usually he is not particularly straightforward, so it often doesn't mean anything directly to those it isn't directed towards. [ Lasulahn judges by that comment - and expression - that perhaps it is not something he should dig too much into. Still, he gently offers, expression gentle: ] ...Are you alright?

Always.

[ He flashes his teeth with his smile, in a way that doesn't quite meet his eyes. ]

In any case, I find it fortunate that I should have so many points of view to investigate. Hopefully they see fit to humor my inquisitions, as it were.

[ Cole, he's going to give a wide berth. There's a little much there he'd rather stay unannounced, thank you very much. ]

[ He feels that perhaps Wrathion isn't being entirely truthful, but it's not his position to pry. So he offers a small smile in response, and gracefully returns to the other topic. ]

You'll hear a great deal just letting them talk amongst themselves, but- yes. Bull is quite open, Varric will talk as long as you care to listen about most things. The rest-- mm. I'm not entirely sure. Being given the title 'Herald' and then 'Inquisitor' I suppose commands a certain angle when requesting information. They'll open up to you soon enough, even if they're not immediately forthcoming.

I'm certain with time, they'll see we're all working to the same end. If not for the same reasons.

[ Some might still be more reluctant than others. He anticipates some of them might be more wary of him, and for more than enough reason. But he'll start where he can, make the most of it.

Having the Herald's ear might help. Or hurt. They might see him as interloper, a manipulator, a threat. It certainly wouldn't be the first time. ]

I agree. You've already proven your willingness to put yourself in harm's way to help our cause. I admit we're a strange bunch, but we've built a camaraderie nonetheless.

[ As for an interloper and manipulator... more than one of the Inquisitor's companions wants his ear for their cause. Some are more straightforward, if not more aggressive in their wants. But yes, perhaps they'll see Wrathion as both a companion and potential threat both, as several seem to see some others among their group. ]

I don't mean to nag - but would you like Solas to tend to your wound? Even if it is not severe, perhaps it's best to get it seen to?

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