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[In a shaky hand]
Anders is here. He wants to see you. Do with that what you will.
Anders is here. He wants to see you. Do with that what you will.
Aug. 3rd, 2015
Marian left Fenris attending to his business and went up the stairs, back to the battlements. She wanted to take a good look in the courtyard and see if there were anyone else around, maybe someone who could actually try to figure the situation.
She had barely climbed the stairs when she found a familiar face, where there was nothing before.
First, Fenris. Now, Anders. If this is not some kind of demon's work, someone here surely has a weird sense of humor.
Marian considered approaching the man, but she wasn't quite sure of how to proceed.
She had barely climbed the stairs when she found a familiar face, where there was nothing before.
First, Fenris. Now, Anders. If this is not some kind of demon's work, someone here surely has a weird sense of humor.
Marian considered approaching the man, but she wasn't quite sure of how to proceed.
Tali was sure that some day, kicking the bosh'd electronics was not going to work, and she would look silly, standing there thumping on a busted device.
But today was not that day.
The outer doors to the airlock finally popped open, and Tali dropped to the grassy ground just past the exit. She stared at the roiling sky, at the high stone (stone! like in the fairy stories of children!) walls of the castle, at the disturbing lack of solid ground that encompassed the whole of the building.
Then she scribbled off an invitation to the human she had been comparing notes with, and settled down on the end of the Normandy's closest wing to wait.
Baby steps, she told herself. You don't learn how to rebuild a combat drone during your first firefight.
But today was not that day.
The outer doors to the airlock finally popped open, and Tali dropped to the grassy ground just past the exit. She stared at the roiling sky, at the high stone (stone! like in the fairy stories of children!) walls of the castle, at the disturbing lack of solid ground that encompassed the whole of the building.
Then she scribbled off an invitation to the human she had been comparing notes with, and settled down on the end of the Normandy's closest wing to wait.
Baby steps, she told herself. You don't learn how to rebuild a combat drone during your first firefight.
Bloody Dorian. Bloody poncy mustache faced Dorian. Sera had the least amount of problem she'd ever had with a mage with Dorian, but there was more than one of them, and how was she supposed to know if this Dorian wasn't some slave-beater. Another rich pissbag she had to hate.
She didn't want to hate him. She liked Dorian, not that she'd say that to his stupid face. But she needed to know that the people here were people-people, even if they were rich tits in fancy shoes.
Could be he was a demon. Then she'd have to put an arrow in his pretty stupid face.
The roof of the tavern offered a perch she could use to see most of the upper courtyard. If he was coming from the great hall or the wallwalk down through the Herald's Rest she'd see him. See if he was a person.
She held an arrow nocked but not drawn, eyes scanning for movement, leaning back into the shadows so she'd be bloody hard to see from the ground. Or the sky for that matter.
Tits all, she hoped he didn't take too long. Sera wasn't patient and she with all her nerves she found she really needed a piss.
She didn't want to hate him. She liked Dorian, not that she'd say that to his stupid face. But she needed to know that the people here were people-people, even if they were rich tits in fancy shoes.
Could be he was a demon. Then she'd have to put an arrow in his pretty stupid face.
The roof of the tavern offered a perch she could use to see most of the upper courtyard. If he was coming from the great hall or the wallwalk down through the Herald's Rest she'd see him. See if he was a person.
She held an arrow nocked but not drawn, eyes scanning for movement, leaning back into the shadows so she'd be bloody hard to see from the ground. Or the sky for that matter.
Tits all, she hoped he didn't take too long. Sera wasn't patient and she with all her nerves she found she really needed a piss.
The Herald's Rest was mostly dark and silent, except for the fire lit in the great hearth casting flickering shadows about the walls, and the blue glow emanating from a certain apostate sitting before the fire next to Marian Hawke.
Anders took a deep breath and the fade cracks receded from his skin. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers, and cradled a mostly-empty mug of some piss-quality ale in his free hand.
"Sorry," he said, yet again. "We've all but given up Justice's return to the Fade being a possibility. Really, I think he expected to die when I did. Seeing as I didn't, that leaves us both in a bit of a lurch." He looked into the flames with a frown.
Anders took a deep breath and the fade cracks receded from his skin. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers, and cradled a mostly-empty mug of some piss-quality ale in his free hand.
"Sorry," he said, yet again. "We've all but given up Justice's return to the Fade being a possibility. Really, I think he expected to die when I did. Seeing as I didn't, that leaves us both in a bit of a lurch." He looked into the flames with a frown.
Looks like we're stuck here together, so I say we drink.
Heavily.
If you're anywhere near the tavern tonight (the big, slanty-roofed building), come on by. I've got the boys bringing up every cask, flask, bottle, and glass we had on the Siren's Call II. I think after all the shit that's going on, everyone needs a good stiff drink. And other things.
Do come, sweet things. I'm in desperate need of new company after being stuck on a ship for months with men whose vocabulary consisted of single-syllabic words. Maker.
Let's make it a party, shall we?
Heavily.
If you're anywhere near the tavern tonight (the big, slanty-roofed building), come on by. I've got the boys bringing up every cask, flask, bottle, and glass we had on the Siren's Call II. I think after all the shit that's going on, everyone needs a good stiff drink. And other things.
Do come, sweet things. I'm in desperate need of new company after being stuck on a ship for months with men whose vocabulary consisted of single-syllabic words. Maker.
Let's make it a party, shall we?
Neria strode to the courtyard, mesmerized by what her eyes could see; a black and white vessel, elegant on its form and bright as dream she had never dreamt before. Jäger, the old mabari hound, barked and took the lead, sniffing around before glancing at Neria again, excited.
"Yea boy, sure it is a pretty ship."
She stood there, not sure on how to proceed or how to make contact to announce her arrival.
"Yea boy, sure it is a pretty ship."
She stood there, not sure on how to proceed or how to make contact to announce her arrival.
( Private post )
Public post
My name is Cullen, and I am the commander of the Inquisition's armies and Skyhold. I've taken inventory of the armory, the smithy, and the requisitions office and gathered all weapons and armor--including enchanted items. If you require weaponry, please see me.
Public post
My name is Cullen, and I am the commander of the Inquisition's armies and Skyhold. I've taken inventory of the armory, the smithy, and the requisitions office and gathered all weapons and armor--including enchanted items. If you require weaponry, please see me.
If you haven't played a game like this in a long time, this primer is for you! There are a few different ways to do rps. You can have:
1) A one-on-one rp. This is fairly self-explanatory. It's considered a little rude to jump into a thread without permission. It's also a little rude to just start a thread without asking the other person if they're up for it. (Don't worry if you slip up now and again, as we all get super excited! But generally it's a good idea to ask.)
2) A small group rp. This is when you have three or more people in a thread. It is usually easiest to establish a playing order unless one of the players knows he or she won't be around much. In that case, they can stay outside the established order and jump in whenever they're able. As long as everyone agrees, all is awesome.
3) A large group rp. These get tricky! It's really hard to wrangle more than four people for a scene, so often the best way to play these sorts of scenes (like the tavern scene!) is to break it down into individual threads. So, for instance, Marian and Anders are talking. Someone can ask to join their thread, and they can treat it like a three-person thread. Isabela can start her own reply chain further down, and someone can respond to her as if it were its own separate rp. You can have multiple threads in one large group rp, as it's assumed people move about to mingle and time passes.
As always, if you have questions, let me know! :D
Oh, as a brief reminder: the NPCs aren't actually there. (So Cullen's soldiers, the random people living in Skyhold, etc.) The castle is big and weirdly quiet since there are so few people. I've seen a couple of references to NPCs and made a couple myself (oops!) so I though a reminder was needed. (But really, it's a relaxed game, so don't worry about slip-ups.)
1) A one-on-one rp. This is fairly self-explanatory. It's considered a little rude to jump into a thread without permission. It's also a little rude to just start a thread without asking the other person if they're up for it. (Don't worry if you slip up now and again, as we all get super excited! But generally it's a good idea to ask.)
2) A small group rp. This is when you have three or more people in a thread. It is usually easiest to establish a playing order unless one of the players knows he or she won't be around much. In that case, they can stay outside the established order and jump in whenever they're able. As long as everyone agrees, all is awesome.
3) A large group rp. These get tricky! It's really hard to wrangle more than four people for a scene, so often the best way to play these sorts of scenes (like the tavern scene!) is to break it down into individual threads. So, for instance, Marian and Anders are talking. Someone can ask to join their thread, and they can treat it like a three-person thread. Isabela can start her own reply chain further down, and someone can respond to her as if it were its own separate rp. You can have multiple threads in one large group rp, as it's assumed people move about to mingle and time passes.
As always, if you have questions, let me know! :D
Oh, as a brief reminder: the NPCs aren't actually there. (So Cullen's soldiers, the random people living in Skyhold, etc.) The castle is big and weirdly quiet since there are so few people. I've seen a couple of references to NPCs and made a couple myself (oops!) so I though a reminder was needed. (But really, it's a relaxed game, so don't worry about slip-ups.)
It will totally shock anyone who played Origins through that Zevran is one big sneaky mofo. (*gasp*, right?) Well, just because he helped defeat an archdemon doesn't mean he's done sneaking around.
Zevran has decided that announcing himself isn't really his style and that he'll learn far more--and potentially score a tactical advantage if the shit hits the fan--by keeping out of sight and trying to eavesdrop where he can. Plus, it's like an insta-soap opera watching all the drama and sexual tension fly.
Feel free to have moments of paranoid "someone is following me/watching me", because it's a good bet he is. I won't have him overhear anything specifically unless I get permission, however. Highly observant characters may notice dust settle or the occasional other subtle signs of a Crow in the rafters. Cole, of course, knows he is there. Zevran asks you to please not give up his game just yet.
Anyone observing Alistair may think the poor guy has an invisible friend or a case of the crazies, as Zevran likes to make Alistair yelp at inopportune times, but that is up to the Alistair player to decide. Occasionally as you explore Skyhold, you may run across evidence of someone having slept in abandoned rooms, attics, or even on roofs.
Zevran has decided that announcing himself isn't really his style and that he'll learn far more--and potentially score a tactical advantage if the shit hits the fan--by keeping out of sight and trying to eavesdrop where he can. Plus, it's like an insta-soap opera watching all the drama and sexual tension fly.
Feel free to have moments of paranoid "someone is following me/watching me", because it's a good bet he is. I won't have him overhear anything specifically unless I get permission, however. Highly observant characters may notice dust settle or the occasional other subtle signs of a Crow in the rafters. Cole, of course, knows he is there. Zevran asks you to please not give up his game just yet.
Anyone observing Alistair may think the poor guy has an invisible friend or a case of the crazies, as Zevran likes to make Alistair yelp at inopportune times, but that is up to the Alistair player to decide. Occasionally as you explore Skyhold, you may run across evidence of someone having slept in abandoned rooms, attics, or even on roofs.