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FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Solas
RECIPIENT: Everybooooody, yeah. yeeeeah.
WHAT: Rifter Role Call
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Rock your booooody, yeah. yeeeeeah.

All rifters and shard-bearers are required to come and report to me, or Bruce in the healer's tents. You can find me at the base of the library tower.

If you cannot come to see me within the next three days, please inform me immediately, so we can make other arrangements.

Please remember that the shard's magic can be dangerous to both you and those around you - do not disregard my request.

[And then the crystal goes silent.

OOC: BASICALLY everyone with a shard needs to come see Solas. 90% of these will be handwaved, but otherwise feel free to hit me up and ask for deets, reply here with questions, or reply here with action threads. I know there are a bunch of rifters currently on a mission, or elsewhere, so obviously if you don't get this message, you don't get it! But Bruce and Solas will also be actively seeking people out.]

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[ Sam has heard about Solas, and he's heard him on the crystal enough to recognize his voice, but he's never met him. While normally he'd be thrilled at the prospect of meeting any elf, especially one so famous as this one, right now he's anything but. The abrupt, mysterious message had been unexpected and frankly terrifying. As much as he dreads having to report to anyone, though, the thought of having to explain any sort of delay and make arrangements for a later meeting is worse.

As is - naturally - the menacing reminder of how dangerous the shard in his hand can be.

Sam gulps as he reaches the base of the tower, and then clears his throat. ]

Mr. Solas, sir?

Ah, you must be Master Samwise.

[He had heard about this particular rifter, from various sources, and had a good deal of curiosity about him. Not least for what he could tell him about the elves from his home world.]

This won't take more than a moment, I assure you. Come in.

[ He does so, reluctantly enough, yet looking around the room curiously all the same as he enters. ]

Yes, sir. Only it's just Sam.

[ And now he's looking curiously at Solas, temporarily distracted from his fears by the sight of the strange elf. ]

Why, you do look just like your picture! An elf with no hair - I never thought I'd see it!

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[Solas looked a little bemused as he watched the... ... creature ... walk into the room.]

And I never thought I would meet one of your kind, but here we are. I understood from Thranduil that baldness is rare in your world, among the elves. I am sorry to say that it certainly isn't in mine.

You've met King Thranduil?

[ Suddenly Sam is even more interested in Solas than he had been - and perhaps a bit less frightened, too. After all, no one who was friendly with Thranduil could possibly be that terrible. ]

It's all right, sir; we can't all have golden hair like the Lady Galadriel. [ And with that backhanded compliment tossed off, he politely bows at the waist. ] Samwise Gamgee, hobbit of the Shire, at your service.

[Oh gosh he's precious. He can't really argue about Galadriel's hair - his own would not have impressed Samwise quite so reguarly. He can't help the small, amused smile.]

I have, yes. I consider him - a friend.

Solas, at yours. It is a pleasure to meet you, Samwise. Would you allow me to see your shard?

[ Oh yes, the shard. Suddenly the hesitation is back, as Sam freezes for a moment, then reluctantly extends his hand, hastening to downplay everything about it. He doesn't know what Solas has planned, but he suspects he might not like it. ]

It's not hurting so much as it was. And I haven't tried to use the magic - no one has, since, since Weisshaupt.

[Solas takes his hand very gently, raising his other to hover above it.]

This, hopefully should make it hurt less, and allow you access to its magic if you require it.

[His hand glowed - gently a first, a pale green, and then the glow spread and brightened, until a great green glow beamed from it. Then, as quickly as it had begun, it faded - and he released Sam's hand.]

There. How does it feel?

[ Carefully, Sam curls his hand ito a loose fist, then opens it - once, then again. He looks relieved, and nods his head. ]

Why, I can hardly feel it at all now! Only - [ He hesitates, then shyly looks up at Solas, hopeful and beseeching. ] Only - well, if it's not too much trouble, couldn't you just - take the magic away?

[He can't help but smile sympathetically down at the creature, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.]

I am truly sorry, Samwise, but I cannot. To even attempt it would put your life at risk, with very little chance of success. I am afraid you must be brave, and continue to bear it, for your sake and ours.

Oh.

[ Sam bows his head, crestfallen. With anyone else, he might have argued, but Solas is an elf, and obviously a very wise one, despite his lack of hair. ]

I understand, sir.

[Oh god he wants to keep him.]

[He pauses, and then says gently:]

I cannot offer you freedom, but perhaps I can offer you comfort? Some tea, perhaps, and something for a snack. I admit I am curious to hear about Thranduil and Galadriel as they were in their own lands, if you would be as kind as to share it with me.

[ Sam brightens immediately, first at the offer of a snack, and even more so at Solas' request. Talking about Elves, to an elf, over a meal? He can hardly think of anything he'd like more. ]

Oh yes sir, a bit of food would be very welcome, and... [ He wavers a bit. It would be rude to decline, wouldn't it? But Sam has never drunk much tea, well aware of, and because of, its incredible expense. He can hardly conceive of drinking Solas', out of what must be a very precious stash. ] Well, just - I'm not so thirsty, anyhow.