[It had taken a while to get used to the idea of trains for Lavellan, a young elven woman who only knew magic and the most rudimentary of technology. After learning about the electricity and steel that drove them forward, that initial trepidation turned into fascination. Sometimes she found herself aimlessly riding the trains just to have a bit of fun, but today would be dedicated to watching them lurch along somehow.]
[Her brow furrows in concern when the squealing starts and quickly shifts into outright shock and sudden surprise when the train derails. Without further thought, she drops the bags dangling precariously from her arms and rushes towards the accident, shouting for others to do the same.]
Come on! We have to help!!!
[She may be addressing you, or she may be coming to your rescue. Either way, she's on a mission to do whatever she can to save as many people as possible.]
[PHASE III]
[Funny how after her last long heart-to-heart with Cole, Aeneth had been musing on how the mark embedded in her left palm felt as much a natural part of her as the hand itself.]
[Funny how it roared to life, pain arching up her arm all the way to her shoulder, a green glow spitting flame like shots of energy from her fingertips. Instinct forces her to curl around her arm, dropping to her knees with a barely held yelp of pain.]
[It's never acted like this before. It's never caused her fear. The mark was a gift. The mark was her way to protect Thedas. Why is it betraying her now, of all times? Between the white hot agony and her panic, Lavellan is barely able to choke out her words:]
S-Stay back...! I don't... I don't know if I can control it...!
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[It had taken a while to get used to the idea of trains for Lavellan, a young elven woman who only knew magic and the most rudimentary of technology. After learning about the electricity and steel that drove them forward, that initial trepidation turned into fascination. Sometimes she found herself aimlessly riding the trains just to have a bit of fun, but today would be dedicated to watching them lurch along somehow.]
[Her brow furrows in concern when the squealing starts and quickly shifts into outright shock and sudden surprise when the train derails. Without further thought, she drops the bags dangling precariously from her arms and rushes towards the accident, shouting for others to do the same.]
Come on! We have to help!!!
[She may be addressing you, or she may be coming to your rescue. Either way, she's on a mission to do whatever she can to save as many people as possible.]
[PHASE III]
[Funny how after her last long heart-to-heart with Cole, Aeneth had been musing on how the mark embedded in her left palm felt as much a natural part of her as the hand itself.]
[Funny how it roared to life, pain arching up her arm all the way to her shoulder, a green glow spitting flame like shots of energy from her fingertips. Instinct forces her to curl around her arm, dropping to her knees with a barely held yelp of pain.]
[It's never acted like this before. It's never caused her fear. The mark was a gift. The mark was her way to protect Thedas. Why is it betraying her now, of all times? Between the white hot agony and her panic, Lavellan is barely able to choke out her words:]
S-Stay back...! I don't... I don't know if I can control it...!
[WILDCARD???]
[WILDCARD!!!]