[ The country of Fiore lay across the ocean from Thedas. The two often had very little to do with each other, their cultures and technologies were leagues apart, and the distance between them too great for trade routes to be of any profit. A ship from Fiore would cross over once every several months to bring a small smattering of passengers, messages, or goods, but that was really all the contact they had with one another.
It was only by chance that news of the Conclave and the rifts reached Fiore at all. Most dismissed them as wild stories, but one wizarding guild in particular had experienced holes in reality first hand, and thought it best to investigate. That’s where Gajeel Redfox came in, a wizard of the Fairy Tail guild, and a dragon slayer as well. The portals that Fairy Tail had encountered before- powerful spells called Anima- did not work on dragon slayers, and since the other two dragon slayers in the guild couldn’t go for various reasons (Wendy was far too young to make a trip like that on her own, and Natsu got motion sick just standing on a ship at the docks), he was assigned to make the trip.
That suited the Iron Dragon Slayer fine. It was a chance to do some traveling, and, if the rumors were true, he’d get a few good fights out of this journey.
The Guild Master had tried to send word ahead, to get in touch with the Inquisition’s diplomat and let her know a wizard from Fiore was coming to aid their cause, if they needed him. (He may be rough around the edges, Master Makarov had written. But he’s one of the best Fairy Tail has to offer. I hope he can be of help to you.) Whether or not the message got through, Gajeel didn’t know, but either way he was making the trek to Skyhold.
He was smart enough to know that his appearance would probably garner some unwanted attention- considering the iron studs embedded on his limbs and his face- so he kept himself cloaked until he arrived at Skyhold’s main gate.
And that’s where he currently is, engaged in an argument with one of the guards who was refusing to let him pass, on account of being “suspicious”. ]
You wanna go, tin can? I’ll eat your armor for breakfast.
[ Dorian remembers some vague discussion with the Inquisitor. Something about a new wizard arriving from a guild from Fiore. The mage had been equal parts intrigued and skeptical, knowing little of magic from Fiore; evidently, neither did any of the other mages within the inner circle, to the Inquisitor's chagrin.
The mage had apologized, noting he would scrounge up what little information they have, for which the Inquisitor thanked him. She had also smiled wryly and said, Try not to get too jealous, either. I just want you to know, you'll always be my favorite, mysterious mage from a faraway land.
Please, my dear Inquisitor, Dorian had responded haughtily. I am everyone's favorite.
Dorian is climbing down the steps from Cullen's tower when he hears the commotion at the front gates. For a few moments, he merely watches from the battlements, amused by the growing agitation of all parties involved. He idly expects the confrontation might come to blows, and he glances back at the closed door of Cullen's office. The poor man had been suffering greatly from his withdrawal symptoms, as of late, and no doubt they would call on the Commander, should things get out of hand.
The mage sighs to himself, then climbs the steps down to the main gate. ]
[ Gajeel really doesn't know what to make of the look the guard gives Dorian- part annoyed and part startled. The dragon slayer crosses his arms over his chest, regarding the mage levelly with red eyes. (Perhaps Makarov should have sent someone less scary looking.) ]
There's about to be.
[ The guard, for his own part, lamely offers, He says he's from some place called Fairy Tail. ]
[ Now, that's familiar. Well, aside from the obvious homophonous connection, and perhaps that is what's causing the poor guard his concern -- that the man was telling him he was "from a fairy tale."
And that's to say nothing of the man's frankly alarming appearance. Cloaked as he was, it did little to conceal the metal glinting along his brow and the bridge of his nose. Dorian tilts his head as he regards the wizard again with new appreciation. ]
The man to which it is attached, however, is Dorian Pavus, most recently of Minrathous. [ He offers a far less dramatic nod in return. ] Charmed.
[ The mage turns to the guards, both of whom look baffled and concerned. ]
This man is expected by the Inquisitor. I assure you, it would likely be in your best interest to admit him. I would not take his threat to eat your armor idly.
[ The guards exchange a glance, before finally stepping aside. Gajeel brushes past and moves to Dorian, putting a hand on the mage's shoulder. (Yes, there's metal in his arms as well.) ] Since you're bein' the welcome wagon, how about a tour?
[ Dorian glances at the hand, returning his gaze to the man to which it is attached. His eyebrow arches, as if to say, Really? ]
This being a diplomatic exchange of sorts, Lady Montilyet would be more suited to showing you around the fortress. She has been greatly looking forward to your arrival.
[ No, she hasn't. She had been working herself into a tizzy, what with there being little by way of information regarding customs in Fiore. ]
If it's any consolation, the Inquisitor seems fond of mining the stuff, even when it's of no use to us. "One can never have too much ore," is her motto. Or it would be, if she cared to have one.
[ He says it as he's striding toward the main hall, and along the way, there are more than a few men and women who stop to observe the newcomer -- some more subtle than others. ]
Eating metal as easily as one might eat bread? Hardly so. Unless, of course, you'd like to include illusionists in traveling acting troupes, which I doubt you would.
I’d like ta see some circus act do this. [ He holds up a hand, letting his cloak sip down this elbow. His hand, very much flash and bone, suddenly transforms into an iron spike. Welcome to the wonderful, if somewhat disturbing, world of dragon slayer magic, Dorian. ]
[ Dorian, naturally, is goddamned fascinated, while those nearby are horrified. There might even be a few muffled cries of alarm. ]
How does that work, exactly? The tomes I found were quite vague on the topic. Transmutation, clearly, but is it, perhaps, a form of alchemy? An illusion, maybe?
Nah, it's real iron. [ He reaches out and clanks it against the castle wall for emphasis, before his hand changes back ] Dragon Slayer magic can only be taught by a dragon. I ain't surprised it wasn't in your books.
Well. Most of the dragons I've encountered or heard about grow inexplicably hostile when approached. Perhaps they find the drawn weapons and grimacing faces unpleasant.
[ It’s at that point that Gajeel stops absolutely dead in his tracks. When he speaks, his tone is low, level and cautious. ] When did you encounter a dragon?
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It was only by chance that news of the Conclave and the rifts reached Fiore at all. Most dismissed them as wild stories, but one wizarding guild in particular had experienced holes in reality first hand, and thought it best to investigate. That’s where Gajeel Redfox came in, a wizard of the Fairy Tail guild, and a dragon slayer as well. The portals that Fairy Tail had encountered before- powerful spells called Anima- did not work on dragon slayers, and since the other two dragon slayers in the guild couldn’t go for various reasons (Wendy was far too young to make a trip like that on her own, and Natsu got motion sick just standing on a ship at the docks), he was assigned to make the trip.
That suited the Iron Dragon Slayer fine. It was a chance to do some traveling, and, if the rumors were true, he’d get a few good fights out of this journey.
The Guild Master had tried to send word ahead, to get in touch with the Inquisition’s diplomat and let her know a wizard from Fiore was coming to aid their cause, if they needed him. (He may be rough around the edges, Master Makarov had written. But he’s one of the best Fairy Tail has to offer. I hope he can be of help to you.) Whether or not the message got through, Gajeel didn’t know, but either way he was making the trek to Skyhold.
He was smart enough to know that his appearance would probably garner some unwanted attention- considering the iron studs embedded on his limbs and his face- so he kept himself cloaked until he arrived at Skyhold’s main gate.
And that’s where he currently is, engaged in an argument with one of the guards who was refusing to let him pass, on account of being “suspicious”. ]
You wanna go, tin can? I’ll eat your armor for breakfast.
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The mage had apologized, noting he would scrounge up what little information they have, for which the Inquisitor thanked him. She had also smiled wryly and said, Try not to get too jealous, either. I just want you to know, you'll always be my favorite, mysterious mage from a faraway land.
Please, my dear Inquisitor, Dorian had responded haughtily. I am everyone's favorite.
Dorian is climbing down the steps from Cullen's tower when he hears the commotion at the front gates. For a few moments, he merely watches from the battlements, amused by the growing agitation of all parties involved. He idly expects the confrontation might come to blows, and he glances back at the closed door of Cullen's office. The poor man had been suffering greatly from his withdrawal symptoms, as of late, and no doubt they would call on the Commander, should things get out of hand.
The mage sighs to himself, then climbs the steps down to the main gate. ]
Trouble, gentlemen?
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There's about to be.
[ The guard, for his own part, lamely offers, He says he's from some place called Fairy Tail. ]
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[ Now, that's familiar. Well, aside from the obvious homophonous connection, and perhaps that is what's causing the poor guard his concern -- that the man was telling him he was "from a fairy tale."
And that's to say nothing of the man's frankly alarming appearance. Cloaked as he was, it did little to conceal the metal glinting along his brow and the bridge of his nose. Dorian tilts his head as he regards the wizard again with new appreciation. ]
And under whose direction were you sent?
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[ he doesn't wait for an answer- he figures it is- and instead says, ] Makarov Dreyar. That gonna work or do you want my full list of credentials?
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While I might be interested in perusing that list later, for now I merely require your name.
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The man to which it is attached, however, is Dorian Pavus, most recently of Minrathous. [ He offers a far less dramatic nod in return. ] Charmed.
[ The mage turns to the guards, both of whom look baffled and concerned. ]
This man is expected by the Inquisitor. I assure you, it would likely be in your best interest to admit him. I would not take his threat to eat your armor idly.
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This being a diplomatic exchange of sorts, Lady Montilyet would be more suited to showing you around the fortress. She has been greatly looking forward to your arrival.
[ No, she hasn't. She had been working herself into a tizzy, what with there being little by way of information regarding customs in Fiore. ]
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I can at least take you that far, if you'd like.
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All I really need is a place to sleep and some iron.
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There's no getting rid of this strange bedazzled man, is there. ]
I can show you to the private rooms. As to the iron -- well, I'm not entirely sure how much assistance I can provide on that front.
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But lead away.
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[ He says it as he's striding toward the main hall, and along the way, there are more than a few men and women who stop to observe the newcomer -- some more subtle than others. ]
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Good ta hear. Wouldn't want me goin' hungry, after all.
[ He doesn't know what all Makarov put in his letter about what he can do, but they're bound to find out one way or another. ]
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That wasn't an exaggeration, then. You-- actually eat metal. Truly.
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I’d like ta see some circus act do this. [ He holds up a hand, letting his cloak sip down this elbow. His hand, very much flash and bone, suddenly transforms into an iron spike. Welcome to the wonderful, if somewhat disturbing, world of dragon slayer magic, Dorian. ]
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How does that work, exactly? The tomes I found were quite vague on the topic. Transmutation, clearly, but is it, perhaps, a form of alchemy? An illusion, maybe?
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