Isabela (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
likebigboats) wrote2014-09-11 05:29 pm
likebigboats) wrote2014-09-11 05:29 pm
Entry tags:
Memory - Saving her crew from Qunari captivity.
Being a rogue, Isabela is able to squeeze herself into the room Alistair and Varric have been locked into by the Qunari - by wriggling down the chimney, bearing gifts of blades and arrows. She’s pretty beat up, from something she doesn’t get back in this memory. The men are surprised to see her, with Varric exclaiming “Maker’s bursting blackheads!”
Isabela compliments them on their awfully nice prison cell, and cuts off a “how did you” question from Alistair by announcing she beat up a priestess. Right answer to the wrong question, he wanted to know how she found him. There’s a little more banter, and Varric isn’t certain an escape is the right move, since it’s sure to start another fight. Isabela’s certain, pointing out they don’t want to be forced to abide by the Qun. She quietly instructs Varric to make sure Allistair escapes as she picks the door’s lock. Varric wants to know what she’ll be doing, and she lets him know she’s going to find her crew. “They can stay or die fighting, but they deserve the choice.”
Click. Door’s ready, and Isabela is giving them final tips on how to get out of the Qunari stronghold. Chimneys worked for her, but she advises Alistair would never fit. Alistair realizes she just called him fat. Isabela wishes them luck, and kicks the door open so they can burst out and surprise the guards on the other side.
Isabela proceeds to sneak along rooftops and alleys, looking for her crew, mentally monologuing. This is how I abandon my friends for the sake of flea-ridden bottom feeders who can barely hoist a sail without vomiting up last night’s wine. They’re my crew, and my bloody responsibility. Whatever else I am, I’m a damn good captain.
She finds them in underground cells, speaking through a grate in the cell’s ceiling to them. Specifically, she’s talking to a blonde elf named Brand. Brand says they’re four to a cell (he’s apparently bad at counting, there’s five) and they heard a crewman named Leandro “howling for days” until he “just . . . stopped.” Isabela says she can get them out of the cells, but the Qunari will probably kill them all in the escape attempt. The crew has the option of converting to the Qun, and they’d get to live.
Brand: You said life with the Qunari wasn’t worth a barrel of maggot-ridden offal.
Isabela: I say a lot of things. It’s your call.
Brand: Get us out. We’ll fight to the end.
Isabela: That’s my boy.
As she’s saying that, a Qunari shadow is falling over her - that priestess she fought. Isabela pulls the dagger she kept, and suggests the horned woman is missing a few goons. The priestess responds her colleagues believed Isabela would have run from the start, but the priestess knew better.
Isabela: You don’t know me at all.
Priestess: Your guilt would have you throw yourself on the pyre rather than flee. A waste, when you could be so much more.
Isabela: I’d rather be dead than like you.
Priestess: So be it.
They fight. Isabela does a badass jump over the charging Qunari and gets a shallow swipe in with her dagger before the priestess grabs her wrist, grapples her, and pins her on the ground.
Priestess: Enough, child! I once admired your determination - your struggle against a diseased world. Now I see that it has infected you.
Isabela manages to get herself turned over to face her, and starts struggling to try reclaiming her dropped dagger.
Priestess: You do not even know why you fight - and so the cure we offer is beyond you. ”Do not weep for the animal that thinks itself a man.”
Isabela finally manages to get the dagger, and plunges it into the priestess’ side. The Qunari demands her name in a weak voice as Isabela regains her feet, apparently a detail that has been of great frustration to her. Isabela kicks her and drops her on her back, going to pin her with a hand on her throat.
Isabela: My name was Naishe. It’s not anymore.
She lifts the dagger . . . and plunges it into a crack in the stones next to the priestess’ head, and proceeds to walk off to finish collecting her crew, with the other woman staring after her.
Isabela compliments them on their awfully nice prison cell, and cuts off a “how did you” question from Alistair by announcing she beat up a priestess. Right answer to the wrong question, he wanted to know how she found him. There’s a little more banter, and Varric isn’t certain an escape is the right move, since it’s sure to start another fight. Isabela’s certain, pointing out they don’t want to be forced to abide by the Qun. She quietly instructs Varric to make sure Allistair escapes as she picks the door’s lock. Varric wants to know what she’ll be doing, and she lets him know she’s going to find her crew. “They can stay or die fighting, but they deserve the choice.”
Click. Door’s ready, and Isabela is giving them final tips on how to get out of the Qunari stronghold. Chimneys worked for her, but she advises Alistair would never fit. Alistair realizes she just called him fat. Isabela wishes them luck, and kicks the door open so they can burst out and surprise the guards on the other side.
Isabela proceeds to sneak along rooftops and alleys, looking for her crew, mentally monologuing. This is how I abandon my friends for the sake of flea-ridden bottom feeders who can barely hoist a sail without vomiting up last night’s wine. They’re my crew, and my bloody responsibility. Whatever else I am, I’m a damn good captain.
She finds them in underground cells, speaking through a grate in the cell’s ceiling to them. Specifically, she’s talking to a blonde elf named Brand. Brand says they’re four to a cell (he’s apparently bad at counting, there’s five) and they heard a crewman named Leandro “howling for days” until he “just . . . stopped.” Isabela says she can get them out of the cells, but the Qunari will probably kill them all in the escape attempt. The crew has the option of converting to the Qun, and they’d get to live.
Brand: You said life with the Qunari wasn’t worth a barrel of maggot-ridden offal.
Isabela: I say a lot of things. It’s your call.
Brand: Get us out. We’ll fight to the end.
Isabela: That’s my boy.
As she’s saying that, a Qunari shadow is falling over her - that priestess she fought. Isabela pulls the dagger she kept, and suggests the horned woman is missing a few goons. The priestess responds her colleagues believed Isabela would have run from the start, but the priestess knew better.
Isabela: You don’t know me at all.
Priestess: Your guilt would have you throw yourself on the pyre rather than flee. A waste, when you could be so much more.
Isabela: I’d rather be dead than like you.
Priestess: So be it.
They fight. Isabela does a badass jump over the charging Qunari and gets a shallow swipe in with her dagger before the priestess grabs her wrist, grapples her, and pins her on the ground.
Priestess: Enough, child! I once admired your determination - your struggle against a diseased world. Now I see that it has infected you.
Isabela manages to get herself turned over to face her, and starts struggling to try reclaiming her dropped dagger.
Priestess: You do not even know why you fight - and so the cure we offer is beyond you. ”Do not weep for the animal that thinks itself a man.”
Isabela finally manages to get the dagger, and plunges it into the priestess’ side. The Qunari demands her name in a weak voice as Isabela regains her feet, apparently a detail that has been of great frustration to her. Isabela kicks her and drops her on her back, going to pin her with a hand on her throat.
Isabela: My name was Naishe. It’s not anymore.
She lifts the dagger . . . and plunges it into a crack in the stones next to the priestess’ head, and proceeds to walk off to finish collecting her crew, with the other woman staring after her.