OOC: World Details

[varricmod]

Thanks to some unknown magic exploding from inside a now-broken eluvian, Skyhold Castle has been unmoored from the Frostbacks and dragged into a version of the Fade. All of the castle is available for exploration/gameplay. (Please assume it has extensive grounds/fields/and orchards to the back of the castle, plus as many additional rooms as you, the player, require.) The Normandy from ME3 is parked in the “back yard” right before the orchards begin. It is currently broken beyond repair/unable to move, and the shuttles are missing. Otherwise, it is also fair game.

Currently, all characters are stuck in Skyhold. Beyond its walls is a sudden drop into an abyss. The sky is heavy with stormclouds, but otherwise, the weather is clear, there is plenty of air, and there don’t appear to be any demons or spirits lurking around. Yet.

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OOC: Rules and FAQ

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Questions? Ask them here.

OOC: Claim a Character (or two...or three...)

[varricmod]

To claim a character, simply reply to this post with the character name, a very brief description of their universe, a name for that universe, and whether it is open for other players to join.

For instance:

Varric
Varric comes from the "ground zero" Dragon Age Inquisition universe. He's from the end of the game after the defeat of Corypheus. Cassandra is Divine, Hawke is dead, and Blackwall is a Grey Warden.
This is the "Ground Zero" universe. It is open for others to join.

Or:

Cullen
Cullen comes from a modern day AU. He lives in New York and works a member of the NYPD. He's been in love with a girl on the force with him for years.
This is the "NYC Blues" universe. It is open for others to join.

ETA: Periodically, I will go through and clean up the threads, listing them here instead. If you see "Eluvian" next to a name, it means the character is claimed and is in play but is currently missing in action. If you have Eluvian by your character's name and want to become active again, just reply here to let me know you're back in the swing of things, then post your triumphant return. I will remove the "Eluvian" from your name.

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Private Character Introduction: Varric

[varricmod]

The long slog was finally over. The sky had been healed. Corypheus had been defeated. The Venatori had been chased back into the dark corners of the world to stroke their mustaches and plot for another day.

Hell. Even most of the rifts had been closed.

Skyhold was quiet.

Too quiet.

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OOC: Need mod help?

[kaidanmod]

Kaidanmod and Varricmod are "mod characters"--meaning, if you need someone to step in for any reason, they can do so. Just come here and ask!

Private Character Introduction: Kaidan

[kaidanmod]

Kaidan shoved James away, already scrambling across the messy—and empty—shuttle bay toward the elevator even before the landing doors had fully closed.

“Whoa, whoa!” James called, trying to grab for him. Garrus made a low, fluting noise, blue blood spattering across the floor. Kaidan’s, red, pooled at his own feet. They were just that freaking patriotic and,

“Damn it, Shepard,” he muttered, slipping and crashing toward the elevator. He had to get to the cockpit; he had to make Joker turn the Normandy around. They couldn’t just leave Shepard out there to die, not before he…

Not when he’d never…

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OOC: Hookup Central

[varricmod]

'Shipping isn't necessary to gameplay, but it can be fun! If you'd like to 'ship but don't have anything lined up, reply here with a description of your character and what you're looking for. Who knows? Someone may take you up on the offer!

Public Post

[varricmod]

Well...shit.

If this is Corypheus's way of saying he's back in business, Bianca and I have got some words all locked and loaded for him.

And most of those words end in you Maker-taken asshole.

Anyone else here? Curly? Inquisitor?

Private Post

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RP: Shepard

[kaidanmod]

He'd been unconscious long enough that blood was a thick, tacky halo about his body and his limbs felt as if they belonged to someone else. At first, Kaidan had tried making his way down to the infirmary. It was slow and painful going--especially when it turned out the elevator was down and the power off, meaning he had to make it the long way around.

In the end, he stumbled, fell, crawled, and dragged his way along with more determination than real strength, leaving a trail of garish red in his wake. He paused now and again to catch his breath and flip through the strange journal that had been there when he'd woken up. He wasn't sure what he made of all of this, but since there seemed to be a castle visible just outside the Normandy--and since the guy he was talking to kept mentioning some kind of Inquisition--he figured...

...what? Blood loss? Hallucinations? Or was the afterlife a hell of a lot weirder than he'd ever figured?

Whatever it was, he wasn't the kind to just give up and die, no matter how drifty he was starting to feel. There was medigel in the infirmary. He just had to get there.

Kaidan managed to half-crawl, half-drag himself all the way to its (closed) doors after God-knew-how-long. The whole ship seemed to be spinning, and he felt peaceful enough to really be getting scared. He propped himself against the door and reached up to wave it open, breath coming in labored pants.

The door didn't open.

Shit. The power was off. Of course the door didn't open.

Kaidan dropped his forehead against the closed medbay door. "Well," he said, voice gone low and husky. "Fuck me."

Private Character Introduction: Dorian

[dorianfadewalk]

"Yes yes yes, fine," Dorian said, waving away the third messenger in as many hours with an air of practiced can't you see I'm much too busy to be bothered by the likes of you? He was canny enough to take note of their livery, of course--it wouldn't do to insult the wrong house and invite yet another assassination attempt.

He was rather fond of living, all things told.

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RP: Bull

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Dorian wasn't sure how long he hung there, dangling from the edge of the high tower roof like a less-than-graceful cat. Long enough for his arms to burn with the strain. Certainly long enough for him to realize he wasn't getting out of this easily.

He mentally flipped through all the spells he knew and the gadgets he kept on-hand. None of them seemed like good options. He could maybe slow his fall so he'd just be broken from neck to toes instead of a bright smear against the stones, but that hardly sounded any better. And despite the fact that he was a mage in his very last hours of training--and quite an accomplished one at that, if he felt up to bragging--there was very little that would give him the momentum he needed to swing to the safety of the walkway.

He was well and truly fucked.

"Well," Dorian said, trying once again to drag himself up to the lip of the steep roof--and nearly losing his grip and his life as the loose tiles slid beneath his hand, "this is an embarrassing way to die."

Private Character Introduction: Carver

[carverfadewalk]

"Another day, another voyage into the Deep Roads," Teyla muttered as she strapped on her armor. "Don't you just love being a Warden?"

"There are worse fates," Carver said. He checked the edge of his massive sword with a calloused thumb, absently rubbing the resulting drop of blood into his fist before strapping the sword to his back. They were a small group today--a scouting party, with Carver there as the muscle and the leader. There was a time when neither of those things would have been true.

(Not that he was still bitter about all that.)

(Really.)

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Private Character Introduction: Alistair

[exiledalistair]

Well this was different.

The throbbing pain in the front left side of his skull, the itching in the base of his brain, and the way his teeth were all growing hair: normal. Normal hangover, normal taint, and oh yes, more normal hangover. Even the pain in his jaw and the bruises on his knuckles, more or less normal, given the brawl in the alley he'd definitely not incited with a wild punch when someone had started in about... Maker's breath, what had he even been so angry about?

What was he ever angry about? The Wardens, or the Warden most likely.

But the cold damp seeping into his clothes from the bare dirt he was lying in, instead of a greasy puddle behind the tavern he'd been tossed out of, smelling of elfroot that he was definitely crushing beneath him? Not exactly what he'd come to expect.

He turned his head slowly scanning the dark courtyard, all silent and still. Above him either the foulest storm was brewing, or the sky had just... wandered off.

He pushed himself up onto unsteady legs, grunting as he cast a look around at the colonnades and gazebo and statue of Andraste, only to find a strange book tumble off of his chest and onto his feet. His fingers itched for it (also not normal) so he picked it up and tucked it into the front of his jacket.

Before he did any light reading, however, he needed to figure out where in the void he was.

RP: Shepard and/or James

[carverfadewalk]

Carver was still pounding uselessly on the door an hour or more later.

There was no way to go around the castle--from the outside, there was only the single bridge leading up to the door. Everything fell away into an impossibly dark chasm beyond that. And he was certainly not heading out into that strange, flickering darkness at the other end of the bridge.

So. He had to get the huge doors to open. But even though he was strong--and willing to yell at the top of his lungs as he pounded away--he was only one man. There was no way he was getting it open on his own, even if it was by chance unlocked.

He could scale the wall, he supposed, staring up at its face with a scowl. Likely he'd fall to his death, but maybe he'd get lucky...

OOC: Important Reminder!

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Don't forget to join the community once you make a journal (go here and click "join community" to do that!), and check to make sure all of your posts are going into the fadewalk community and not your personal journal. If you post in your personal journal, we won't be able to see anything.

RP: Surana

[varricmod]

Varric had parked himself in his usual spot in the great hall waiting to see if the kid would show up. No luck there, but he was scrambling a little at the thought of coming face-to-face with the Hero of Ferelden.

It was funny, he mused as he propped Bianca against the wall and waited, eyes scanning the hall restlessly. He could be the best of friends with a Champion--and fucking hero until the end; he would force the world to sing songs about Hawke even if he had to write the bloody sagas himself--and close with an Inquisitor and Herald of Andraste, but he was still nervous meeting someone like Surana.

Funny. Definitely funny.

Kind of pathetic, too, if he let it tie his tongue any. Not that he was planning on that.

Private Character Introduction: Neria Surana

[heromiyuu]

'It is been so long since we last saw everyone, isn't it?'

She glanced to the old Mabari hound sleeping by her side in the bedroll, snoring in a low, calm pace. His ears twitched at her question and he simply snorted, back to his sleep.

'Okay, I get, you want to rest. I won't talk anymore.'

A sigh escaped her mouth while turning on the bedroll, back to back with Jäger. The cold night was slightly more bearable with her faithful and loyal friend around, but her resolve towards her mission was starting to crumble. Too many leads, too many dead ends, too many years away from Vigil's Keep and her duties. Lying down like that, only the starry sky above her head, brought back memories of her days during the Blight. The fighting was harsh, relentless and cruel and she barely had her hope to keep going, but she wasn't alone. Neria had her companions... friends to fight by her side and to support her in the darkest moments. If there was something to be missed about those distant days, her friends were it, certainly.

She closed her eyes and slowly slipped to a dreamless sleep.


Neria woke up, cold, trying to understand when the ground had become so rocky under her bedroll. The oasis and the campfire were replaced by a small, dusty room, books covering the stone walls. Jäger woke up next, just as confused as his master.

'What in the name of...'

She stood up, searching the unfamiliar place for clues.
Things were really confusing now.