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So, whilst uninstalling and reinstalling games, it broke Lamia’s save. Wouldn't let me load… at all (hers and Kenzie’s). Luckily I had barely arrived in Ostagar (unlike Kenzie’s -.-), so I wasn't very far.

This also gives me a chance to kinda do my write up on my new Mahariel. I did change her name, because I realized I was going to be using Lamia as one of my Inquisitors. So I have dubbed her Ahri. I’m pretty sure I had an Ahri once upon a time, but she was no longer in my saves.

Like with my past mage, Syndra, I want to do little stories with the pics again, because I really enjoyed doing that. And I think others like reading them :)
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The forest seemed unnaturally quiet.

Tamlen had felt uneasy for days, but had yet to come across anything to justify the feeling. Keeper Marathari had told him to remain vigilant and not ignore what his senses were telling him.

And so, everyday he would traverse the woods, hidden in the dark shadows cast by the monolith trees. His dark blue leathers allowed him to remain hidden from any potential threat.

The sound of creaking wood caused his long tapered ears to twitch. In the silence and with the heightened senses of an elf, the sound seemed as loud as a scream. But in truth, was barely above a whisper. Someone or something was near and trying hard to conceal their presence. The question was: was it hiding from Tamlen or something else?

Tamlen looked up into the branches above his head. He needed to get to a vantage point. Quietly and gently, he slipped his bow into the quiver on his back that allowed his bow to be strung for easy access in a hunt or battle.

He reached up and grabbed one of the nearest branches and pulled himself up. These trees were ancient; the branches alone were wider than his waist. With strength and agility honed from years of hunting and training, he easily began his climb barely making a sound until he was completely obscured in the branches. He slowly began walking across the branches in the direction the sound of creaking wood had come.

He did not have to go far.

He had nearly come out into a clearing when a motion below him caught his eye. He immediately stopped and waited, his hand twitching near the hilt of the dagger at his hip.

He let go of the pent up breath silently as he saw the figure below as one of his clan mates. And not just any clan mate.

Ahri. He thought to himself. It could be no other.

Her red hair that was unique among their clan braided into long dreadlocks stuck out in sharp relief among the surrounding colors of dark green and brown, including the dark blue leathers that matched his own that were the mark of a hunter of the clan. She was tall, lithe and watching her movements, even more agile than even he; she moved like cat and was just as silent as one hunting prey.

She crouched on the thick branch she walked on and watched the forest floor.

As quietly as he could, Tamlen shifted his position to get a better look at her and what she was doing.

He thought he didn't make a sound, but Ahri’s head slightly tilted as if she heard something. After a moment she turned her head enough for him to get a side view of her face. But he didn't need to see it to know what she looked like. He knew her face better than his own.

They had grown up together, inseparable in every way until the last year.

Once she had been a thin pale child who had more than once bested him in races and hunting. Ahri had become a slim yet well-curved beauty, her smooth skin now soft and tanned from hours in the sun. The mousy face had grown fuller, much more feminine and appealing and marked in the traditional Dalish fashion of vallaslin.

Perhaps too appealing.

Times had altered matters between them. They were no longer youthful companions. The simplicities of their childhood had given way to the complexities of adult relationships. His feelings for her had changed and he knew that she, too, felt differently about him.

Over the last few weeks Tamlen had done his best to avoid her, trying to understand his feelings for her. It pained him knowing that she felt she had done something to upset him, but he could not come around to her just yet.

Ahri turned her attention back down to the forest floor. He was just about to leave when she sighed heavily. “I can sense you, you know.” She called out in slightly accented musical tones.

He didn't say a word and neither did he move.

“Tamlen.” She said gently. “Lethallin. I think it is about time we talked. Don’t you?”

Ahri's Story