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“If it is any consolation, Solas will not outlive you.”
Aedan Trevelyan glanced back at his companions. “She isn’t going to kill Solas. I’m going to kill Solas!” he snarled.
The Vissasala’s troops blocked the entrance to the Eluvian. An arrow to the chest quickly started the brawl.
Dorian glanced about him and quickly cast barriers on the melee team. As usual, he stood at the back of the group, with Vivienne and Varric. Between them, they were efficient and picked off the rogues within the Qunari ranks. Dorian smirked as he watched The Iron Bull slam his maul into the chest of a Qunari. Trevelyan darted between the Qunari ranks, blades flashing.
Beside him, Vivienne rushed forward and cast her spirit blade. Varric followed, unable to see at his current vantage point. A whirl of steel, blood and magic covered the battlefield.
Focussed on the battle in front of him, Dorian failed to notice the rogue behind him. He noticed the bottle cracking open when it collided with his back. He gasped at the unexpected impact, accidently inhaling the mist rapidly rising around him. Knockout powder!
Eyesight blurring, Dorian fought to stay awake. His grip on his staff slackened and he fell to his knees. His head was wrenched backwards by the Qunari and a potion was held to his lips. Dorian spluttered at the liquid, recognising the taste.
Fucking magebane. He tried to call out to the Inquistor, The Iron Bull, anyone! His lips felt numb and he slumped into the arms of the Qunari behind him. The magebane took effect, the sound of battle becoming mere background noise and his magic fading from his reach. The world lurched as the rogue threw Dorian over his back and threw an invisibility potion to the floor. Cloaked in darkness, they disappeared shortly from the battle.
I’m so sorry Bull! Dorian slumped into unconsciousness against his will.
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It was the gentle rocking that woke him. Dorian the throbbing headache was a mere side effect of being awake. Ugh…what did I have to drink last night? His mouth felt dry and tasted horrible.
He tried to move his arms but they refused to obey his commands to lift to his face. He moaned softly and somehow managed to gently roll on his side. Confused, he snapped his eyes open and memories came flooding back. Reaching for his mana, Dorian felt a stab of panic as he felt nothing. Fucking magebane.
Dorian looked down at himself to take note of his current situation. His hands were roughly bound in front of him and his ankles were lashed together, both secured to the floor. Magical sigils in the leather glowed slightly. Well, that answers that. It looked like the Qunari weren’t taking chances with him. He found himself desperately hoping that the Inquisitor and Iron Bull were near. Childhood stories of what the Qunari did to their mages made him feel slightly sick.
Dorian startled as the door opened. The short glimpse outside showed Dorian that he was inside some sort of caravan. That would explain the rocking.
A muscled Qunari swung inside the still moving caravan.
Dorian snarled, “Do not touch me beast.” He attempted to move his legs out of the Qunari’s reach but they were held steadfastly in place.
The Qunari ignored him, instead swinging a bag off his shoulder and removing something. The qunari grabbed Dorian’s face and forced the device into his mouth. Dorian unpleasantly discovered that they were clamps, designed to keep his mouth open. Once in, Dorian’s mouth was held open, with no way to close it. A bottle was then procured, his head held tight and the contents slowly poured into his mouth. He tried not to swallow but the Qunari slowly stroked his throat, allowing the contents to trickle down. Even though Dorian tried to resist, grunting as he did so, eventually the contents of the bottle were patiently poured into his mouth.
Head released, Dorian coughed around the clamp gag. It was removed and Dorian tried to bite the Qunari who had just drugged him. He got a hand slapped across his face for his troubles and a rough gag was shoved into his mouth.
The world swam as the combined hit and the newly fed drugs hit his system. Dorian closed his eyes and the world ceased to exist.