Journal RP: Magic Research Team (Public to Anyone)

[heromiyuu]

Greetings,

Since this problem concerns the Fade it's up to us, mages and arcanists, to find out what exactly is going on. Curiously, it seems like multiple versions of ourselves can exist at the same time, so I trust the only safe way to share informations with everyone without it getting lost in some echo is through our journals.

Please, share your notes and your thoughts about this particulary version of the Fade as well anything regarding the Eluvian you might think it's useful. We'll never know were our breakthroughs are unless we try to cover all our bases.

For best understanding, try to easily categorize your information/theory (ooc: using the Subject section when composing a post). Please, refrain from writing down the same theory multiple times, let's keep our notes clean, so be patient and read the other's notes before writing down your own.

I'm aware we may be dealing with multiple scientific methods here, so to keep it simple lets use the subject/theory/proof as a model. For example: "Eluvian: Explosion Caused by Magic. Shards showed no primary impact marks." And then your are free to expose your thoughts as you see fit.

I will be more than glad to share my thoughts with such formidable set of minds so please, don't hesitate on contacting me. Sugestions on how to coordinate this journal are welcome as well.

Dareth shiral,
Warden Commander Surana

RP: Sigrun & Dagna

[heromiyuu]

Neria led the way to the Eluvian room, through the Great Hall and the Gardens, unsettling feeling of already have done that before. With Sigrun with her, though, she could see things a little clearer, probably due feeling safer; the odds of having friends by your side every time is that you can't think clearly when in strange/hostile environment.

Sorry Jäger, as smart as you are, I still can't have a proper conversation with you boy.

The Eluvian was there, shattered as she strangely recalled, the thought of it causing her to shiver. Self echos, what a weird thing.

She was about to enter the room when listened to glass being cracked by steps and a low muttering. Motioning for Sigrun to keep her guard up, she entered the room and saw a familiar face.

"Dagna...?"

(ooc: for the reply order I guess Neria/Sigrun/Dagna should work just fine ^^)

Private Character Introduction: Aria Lavellan

[lavellanfadewalk]

Inquisitor Aria Lavellan was someone easy to be pleased.

All she wanted, after defeating Corypheus, was some good time to rest and unwind, some free moments from the Inquisition and her huge responsabilities. But whenever she wasn't even able to drink her wine peacefully, she would thought she should have done just like Solas: disappeared after the battle and vanish in the world.

But nooo... she had to be brave, to face her responsabilities. The Greater Good she told herself... 'Only now the Greater Good is having enough time to sleep and to drink my wine. Curious how being the Inquisitor changes your perspective.

Cole's usual spot inside the Herald Rest was the best spot to lay low for an hour or two, just before the ruckus caused by the soldiers walking the battlements after her made Aria feel guilty and move back to her scheduled activities.

But not that night.

Aria ordered her wine and went upstairs, after exchanging few words with Krem and Iron Bull. If she couldn't think of something, soon the Chargers would leave, just like Blackwall before them. Cole wasn't nowehere to be seem, so she parked in her usual chair, reading a book and taking a sip of her wine. The candle's light flickered before being extinguished by the breeze; something was wrong.

Her mark exploded in bright green light and the pain took over her arm and shoulder and Aria clenched her jaw to avoid yelling. A deafening shattering sound was the last thing she heard before passing out.

She woke up with her mark flickering, hand pulsing with pain.
There was a weird-looking journal under her side and she could hear voices and chattering downstairs. 'How long have I been out...?'

When she went downstairs and saw not one, but two Dorian, she was convinced something was definitely wrong.

OOC: away for the weekend

[legacyofhousepavus]

 I'm going out of town for the weekend, so I won't be able to reply to posts until Sunday evening. I'm sorry about the delay, but I'll be replying asap!

RP: Cullen (maebyrutherford)

[lavellanfadewalk]

Everything was wrong.
That Skyhold was all wrong, quiet and eerie.
The Fade was wrong too, nothing to be seen for miles and miles where the eyes could reach.

Her private quarters lacked her personal belongings and the Great Hall didn't have her throne or decorations of choice; that was some Skyhold, but not her Skyhold. On the top of it, nothing of that was a dream; she knew she was inside the Fade in flesh, but there was also the unsettling feeling of when she visited the Crossroads with Morrigan, before defeating Corypheus. The emptiness filling the place, the thick air, the same inexorable sensation of fragility when walking over the thin ice on the top of a lake, impossible to now when a crack would engulf her and claim her life to the frozen depths.

Without noticing, when looking for a safe place, her legs dragged her to Cullen's Office; empty was well, without the usual safe aura provided by the Commander to the Inquisition Forces. Aria let out a tired sigh, sitting with her back against the bookshelf. The green mark throbbled in her hand and she shivered, without a single clue of what to do.

RP: Sera in the Tavern (moved from RP In the Tavern thread)

[hallianna]

 "No, sweetness, I want someone real." Isabela didn't move as Sera reached across her. She smelled like whiskey and honey and something...oh, something real underneath that, as real as the smell of sea and salt and sun-drenched sand was to Isabela.

 

It was certainly the realest thing she'd felt since landing in the Fade, or wherever the fuck they were.

 

And she wanted. She wanted suddenly and fiercely, and this little slip of an elf who didn't act at all like an elf was tugging on her. Making her want. Making her need.

 

Isabela's hand shot out, long, calloused fingers wrapping around Sera's wrist. The touch gentle but guiding, bringing the mouth of the bottle to Isabela's lips. The last drops hit her tongue, hot and spicy and perfect.

 

And the bottle crashed to the floor.