Private Character Introduction: Sigrun

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Sigrun planted her fists on her hips and glared up at the ridiculous human.

"What do you mean, the Commander's gone?" she demanded of Nathaniel. "She's a mage, not a rogue. She's not sneaky enough to just up and disappear from her bedroll in the middle of the night!"

He sputtered, and Sigrun threw her hands into the air.

"Did you check the perimeter? Maybe she just...snuck out to relieve herself on your watch."

"He was too mortified," Velanna called from where she sat next to the fire, poking the morning's breakfast. "Typical."

"Can you do it?" Nathaniel pleaded. "I really would prefer not to stumble on her if that's the case."

Sigrun rolled her eyes and tucked her daggers into their sheaths.

"All right, all right, I'll take a look. I'm telling you, though, there's no way she could have just vanished, Nate."

She wandered off into the underbrush, muttering about the idiocy of tall people and how you would think after all these years of impromptu camping trips, the man would have relaxed a little. "Commander?" she called. "Neriiiiiaaa, where are you?" Nothing. And if Sigrun didn't know better, she would have thought her voice was echoing back at her, which was impossible. They were in open air woods. She took another step and felt the ground lurch beneath her, like she'd caught her foot on a root and gone tumbling.

"Oof. Uff. Ow. What the." When Sigrun stopped rolling, the woods had vanished, as had the quiet sounds of conversation from the camp and the smell of cooked sausage. Instead, when she got to her feet and dusted herself off, she found she was standing in the courtyard of a very large, very creepy, and very empty castle, the sheer size of which put Vigil's Keep to shame. She stared at the steps before her, leading up to a door that probably led into some kind of great hall.

"O-okay, now that's freaky."

RP: Cullen (cullen_fadewalk)

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Evelea had stared at that book for hours, pouring over the entries, the banter, the quips and doodles and jibes looking for clues. Her head ached and her eyes crossed and finally she'd admitted defeat. She wasn't going to be able to discern the verisimilitude of handwriting that she'd never seen.

The ones she recognized were worse.

She didn't know when she'd started to pray. She had rarely felt the need, never wanted to turn the Maker's gaze on her. She was a mage, and well, everyone knew the Maker had more than enough opinions about that. But somewhere as she crept along empty halls and peeked into abandoned rooms she'd started to whisper tiny, ardent pleas for help.

From anyone.

When she pushed open the door off the cloister garden her eyes focused up, fixing on Andraste's face. The short huff somewhere between a sigh and a laugh. "A statue certainly isn't going to fix this, but thank you for trying."

RP: Surana

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Well, first things first, then. The place looked mostly empty, but Sigrun might as well poke around and see what she could find. She headed up the stairs and inside the slightly open great doors.

At the sight of the sheer size of the castle's great hall, she had to stop and whistle.

"If this is another one of those wacky Warden dreams," she said to herself, "it sure seems real." She rapped experimentally on the closest stone wall, and made a face as she nearly bruised her knuckles. "And that looks like the Inquisition heraldry, I thiink," she inspected the banners. "Sure close to what was on that letter the Commander got." Her voice bounced back at her from the wide empty hall, and she grimaced. "And now I'm talking to myself in a ghost castle that may or may not be a certain mountain stronghold thousands of miles away that I've never seen. Greeeaat. Maybe Nate's not the crazy one."

Moving further into the hall, she chose a door at random, the first one on her right, and made her way into a large rotunda. She stopped to admire the frescoes there and glance over the books on the table in the middle of the room.

"Fade shit, Fade shit, elves..." she muttered in a much quieter tone than before as she skimmed the titles. "Well that's not ominous at all."

Taking another path at random, she climbed the stairs upwards and found herself in what appeared to be a library.