I will wield many before this battle ends. A cheap weapon even a Silver-rank could afford. This sword burns, and they shudder as they watch it. In that case, they stand there, and I stand here. They know that, and those soldiers standing in a line are braver than the riders on chariots will ever be. They look different, and all of Stitch-Folk is only skin-deep. I know how they look because I have seen them smile. Armed with genuine steel since Nerrhavia can afford it. These will be career soldiers, paid a bit better. Not so for one of Nerrhavia’s endless hordes, the primary armies from the capital. As poor as the -some will be conscripted. Almost like they were carved of rock compared to the intricate expressions of someone cut of Silk. I see the real fighters, the ranks of what, to us Humans, appears to be a cruder people. A few even try to throw spears from afar. The proud whoop at me, waving swords in arcs. Soon, they will lie in wreckage, broken, splintered wood to be hauled off for firewood or raw material for other, better uses. Markings to denote kills-even embroidery like fur. Not a one is not painted with reliefs of their kingdom, Nerrhavia’s Fallen.

But the Silk love to ride on them, casting javelins down and seeing themselves as the star of every battlefield. I grew up thinking they were such grand devices only to learn that few nations employed them in war. Galloping about their vaunted colors, such expensive dyes whipping flags and banners.Īnd the chariots. They are desperate, hungry, and, like carrion, they follow us. They are not noble soldiers-if such a thing exists. Fight with each other and, yes, kill each other over such finds. They will grab broken swords, or better yet, pieces of intact armor or weapons cast down. People will creep out of the darkness where they hide-sometimes all night, as a battle rages, in danger of stray arrows or spells striking them-rush forwards, and pick over this place. By darkness, under the glorious night sky with countless glittering stars, there will be a second battle. I am not so divorced from being Human that I have forgotten, yet.Īfter this battle is done, if there are not more to come-no, even then. I can feel the padding in my boots, the way my fingers flex. Cheering, as if they intend to hide the truth. Are they here? I cannot see them my eyes are locked on the faces in the distance. Broken armor and weapons lodged in the sand.Ī ’s paradise.

So recently it has not yet been covered by dust or bleached by rains. A pretty sight if you cannot fathom what it means.īlood spilled. I can see metal glinting, fragments shining as the sun catches them. Dark sand and dirt, already stained once over. It looks like rust on metal’s edge as the sun rises. I only hope they do, that they’ll turn tail and run-though I never would. Is it cowardice, that I hope they’ll flee? Apologies, and hope you have a good one yourself! I…don’t like turkey that much.) though they have not been heard from since.(I am on break until the 30th for Patrons so I can go and visit family for Turkey-day. A group of treasure hunters evidently mentioned them several years ago. He has provided us the location, but it should be noted we're not the first to investigate these glyphs. He claims they are a kind of map, showing the location to an ancient temple dedicated to Dirthamen, the elven God of Secrets. It required some 'gifts' to several Dalish clans traveling along the Waking Sea coast, but Cillian was able to get the texts he needed to translate the glyphs. One of our mages, a Dalish elf named Cillian, believes he may be able to translate the glyphs-provided we grant him the needed contacts Secrets - N/A Advisor suggestions Connections - Instant - Power cost: 5 Cursory inspection suggests they predate the ruins in which they were found-possibly transferred onto the stone from a much older edifice that dates back to the original elven nation or even earlier. The elven glyphs discovered in the Dales might prove valuable. The operation triggers once the Inquisitor has found all four glyphs. This operation is the last step in the Exalted Plains side quest Scattered Glyphs.

3.1 Connections - Instant - Power cost: 5.

Dragon age ancient baths glyph