Altan has made his way to Heaven’s Bow once he’s confident he’s done all he can to save those who need saving. Despite his official alliance with the Sylph (the bounds and constraints of which he still doesn’t understand, and which he rests uneasily under with the fear that it’ll eventually cost him, however nice everyone’s been) frankly he’s spent more time in Salt Spire, and he shows a mingled delight and discomfort with the heights necessarily involved in the Sylph’s heartland.
Still, as shaken as he is by how Beleth’s brief peril had reminded him of Bethany’s death, “shaken” is something that he always covers with bombast. He drinks, he boasts; although even he holds a bit of secret unseen taboo against claiming to have saved lives that he hasn’t in case fate (he doesn’t believe in the Maker) is inspired to settle the score, he does play up his feats of physical prowess in clearing the debris caused by Triton’s disappearance.
He is, in short, looking for a distraction.
Vesper’s Request
Altan has familiarized himself with Cordelia’s domain, and so he returns to Salt Spire while the celebration continues. He’s searching for something (or someone), although he can’t place what until he sees the monumental shadowy form of Vesper. Again he’s struck by deja vu, a strange out of place sense of recognition.
Vesper’s implication that Triton will return rests relatively lightly on Altan. He’s already sure that things will find a way to go poorly, and people or circumstance agreeing with him is in its perverse way a comfort.
He’s been quickly losing his carefully ingrained Andrastian fear of the uncanny, which Vesper certainly is. He navigates the shoal of the crowd - elbow-room has been a luxury since Lothering anyway - to get close to Vesper, where he has a stilted conversation. He wants something from Vesper, but he can’t place what. This searching comes across in perhaps more skepticism towards Vesper’s virtuous purpose than he means to convey. How can he trust something like Vesper, something not remotely human? He thinks that perhaps what keeps this strange, powerful spirit so friendly is that everyone in Caldera seems so comfortably naive that they’re simply not full up on cruelty to reflect back to it. Him.
Still fascinated by Vesper and unconsciously eager to spend more time with him, Altan readily agrees to help him try to find his misplaced memories.
Special Quest: Astral Echoes:
[OOC: Coordinate with me to get this juicy drama - and, of course, Bones!]
Altan is obviously deep in his own head as he marches determinedly off after his conversation with Vesper, but is easily waylaid by anyone who gets it into theirs to go questing with him.
Choose [His] Destiny:
Altan is fairly obviously uncomfortable with the process of so clearly and markedly shaping another thinking being’s very essence, despite his passing familiarity with spiritbinding.
Altan Hawke | Dragon Age 2 | Sylph | OTA
Solemn Celebrations
Altan has made his way to Heaven’s Bow once he’s confident he’s done all he can to save those who need saving. Despite his official alliance with the Sylph (the bounds and constraints of which he still doesn’t understand, and which he rests uneasily under with the fear that it’ll eventually cost him, however nice everyone’s been) frankly he’s spent more time in Salt Spire, and he shows a mingled delight and discomfort with the heights necessarily involved in the Sylph’s heartland.
Still, as shaken as he is by how Beleth’s brief peril had reminded him of Bethany’s death, “shaken” is something that he always covers with bombast. He drinks, he boasts; although even he holds a bit of secret unseen taboo against claiming to have saved lives that he hasn’t in case fate (he doesn’t believe in the Maker) is inspired to settle the score, he does play up his feats of physical prowess in clearing the debris caused by Triton’s disappearance.
He is, in short, looking for a distraction.
Vesper’s Request
Altan has familiarized himself with Cordelia’s domain, and so he returns to Salt Spire while the celebration continues. He’s searching for something (or someone), although he can’t place what until he sees the monumental shadowy form of Vesper. Again he’s struck by deja vu, a strange out of place sense of recognition.
Vesper’s implication that Triton will return rests relatively lightly on Altan. He’s already sure that things will find a way to go poorly, and people or circumstance agreeing with him is in its perverse way a comfort.
He’s been quickly losing his carefully ingrained Andrastian fear of the uncanny, which Vesper certainly is. He navigates the shoal of the crowd - elbow-room has been a luxury since Lothering anyway - to get close to Vesper, where he has a stilted conversation. He wants something from Vesper, but he can’t place what. This searching comes across in perhaps more skepticism towards Vesper’s virtuous purpose than he means to convey. How can he trust something like Vesper, something not remotely human? He thinks that perhaps what keeps this strange, powerful spirit so friendly is that everyone in Caldera seems so comfortably naive that they’re simply not full up on cruelty to reflect back to it. Him.
Still fascinated by Vesper and unconsciously eager to spend more time with him, Altan readily agrees to help him try to find his misplaced memories.
Special Quest: Astral Echoes:
[OOC: Coordinate with me to get this juicy drama - and, of course, Bones!]
Altan is obviously deep in his own head as he marches determinedly off after his conversation with Vesper, but is easily waylaid by anyone who gets it into theirs to go questing with him.
Choose [His] Destiny:
Altan is fairly obviously uncomfortable with the process of so clearly and markedly shaping another thinking being’s very essence, despite his passing familiarity with spiritbinding.