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((OOC: Backdated to just after Cullen is released from the cells.))

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I know the castle well. Should anyone wish to join me as I check our defenses and hunt the demon, I welcome the assistance.


Locked to Kaidan
We met only briefly, but I find myself at a loss as to whom to trust--so trusting an otherworlder doesn't seem so far a stretch. There's a woman in the room just beyond the throne. She's currently vulnerable and could use someone to watch over her until her strength has fully returned. Would you be willing?


Locked to Alistair and Sera
Status?


Locked to Anders
Someone has been gravely injured, judging by the amount of blood in the hall between the grand hall and war room.


Locked to Dorian (legacyofhousepavus)
I don't know what your relationship is like with the Cullen from your world, but where I am from, I was lucky enough to call you friend. If you're willing, I could use your help in this. And even if you're not, I could use a distracting round of chess and idle gossip when things have settled.

Open to all: kill the demon

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(OOC: Let's get the demon out of Skyhold. If a number of people are interested, then we can divide up into smaller groups for the hunt, have the demon skirmish with each, and use a random number generator to see which group kills the demon.)


Cullen didn't have time for anything but seeing his task through. He left the cells and strode to the war room, noticing the blood on the floor, Josie's desk askew. The blood was fresh yet old enough to indicate that the battle had moved on, though he made a note to search for the injured. But first...

A crate had been moved in the War Room, but that wasn't enough to ruffle his suspicion, especially as he focused on checking his armor and strapping on his sword. He took just enough time to jot down a note in the journal, and then he was striding out to track Envy, crouching by the pool of blood just long enough to catalog the scene and determine which way the demon had fled.

Then he was off.

RP: Kaidan

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Evelea grimaced as she came awake. The Silence had started to fade, and that was good, because being both defenseless and stupid wasn't going to help anyone. She groaned softly as she sat up, reaching for the journal. She read with dawning horror.

The demon had showed itself? While she slept, warm and comfortable people had been hurt. She felt ill, her throat working as she tried to choke back bile. She slid out of the bed, wishing she had a decent staff, but that had been lost in the scuffle with Cullen and she had no idea where it had fallen. The thought of asking him for a replacement made her cheeks sting, her stomach do another flip.

She needed to help, somehow, and if her mana was returning now, she could at least cast barriers or minor healing. She began collecting her gear, pulling on her boots and coat, then moved toward the door.

RP: Ashley, F!Shepard, M!Shepard, Kaiden, Tali

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{{occ: This is probably going to start out as Ashley and Fem!SHep, but Kaiden, Male!Shep, and Tali, please feel free to join in whenever. We will update the posting list as needed if that's okay.}}

It had only been a few days since Ashley had awoken in this place. She had stayed close to the ship, too afraid to venture forth. Even if she knew that there were other people in the place as they were, trapped it seemed as she was, the Major had yet to really grasp what happened.

Since walking around the ship had usually helped her work out whatever problem she was facing, Ashley decided that doing so now, in this place couldn't hurt. It was strange how quiet everything was. She was so used to hearing something humming, whether it be the drive core or the quiet murmur of the crew. Never had she ever heard the Normandy like this.

When she reached the docking bay, Ashley decided that walking around outside the ship couldn't really hurt. Granted, there were weird people about, but nothing could be weirder than having to work with a Turian. The thought of Garrus made her smile. She wondered where he was, if he was okay. Really she was concerned about all of her crew, but she had faith that they could take care of themselves.

Ashley didn't notice the body laying face up in the grass until she was practically on top of it. And when she did, the blood drained away from her face.

"Shepard!" Her commander looked like she was dead, the blood a sharp, crimson contrast to the white pallor of her skin. Ashley immediately bent down and checked for a heart beat, sighing when she felt a faint beat beneath her fingertips. "Shepard! Oh come on, Commander, you have to wake up!"

Private Character Introduction: Dorian Pavus (Soulmate (Voice) Universe)

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If one poured enough wine in, long enough, it turned out any hole could be filled. Dorian had suspected that when he'd soused himself stumbling after leaving Tevinter, night after night, trying to dull the ache of his father's actions.

Seated in a tiny tavern in a town that probably didn't even have a name it was so very, very quaint, (and if it did have a name it was probably something like Whiteholm or Bridgeton or Northridge or any number of other ridiculously literal, and painfully Ferelden monikers that Dorian wasn't going to be bothered to learn) he'd decided to test that hypothesis again.

Maybe, if he were very lucky, he could drink himself properly blind and then he wouldn't have to look at the sad-eyed stranger in the mirror anymore.

It was early goings yet, so the ache in his chest was still empty and gaping and raw. He drank deeply from his cup, ignoring the sidelong glances he was getting from the utterly charming locals who seemed to have cottoned to the fact he was both foreign and a mage and were currently working up the courage to see who would try to throw him out.

He hoped they'd wait until he was rather drunker. As it was, what was left of his pride wouldn't allow him to just get dumped in the gutter without at least a few horrors raised and greasy beards aflame.

The cup was empty and he raised a finger, crooking it at the barmaid, who blanched when she saw it, as if he was cursing her with some horrible blood magic right that moment and that compelled here to approach.

But before she had reached Dorian's table that place inside him that had gone still and cold, silent as a grave, it yanked and with a gut-twisting lurch he found himself simply someplace else.

"Fasta vass." The place involved rather a lot of strange alchemical and magical equipment, a full forge, a hole in the floor and a waterfall seemingly pouring endlessly into nothing. He picked himself up off the ground, hefted his staff and turned in a slow circle in the empty, cavernous workshop.

"Now this is interesting." The Fade, or something like it, but he was here physically, which sent the coldest of shivers up his spine. He cocked his head, frowning, turning slowly to look at the craggy face of the living rock to his left.

That couldn't be right. A hallucination, or an echo, or a demonic distraction. He swallowed, his throat tight and dismissed the sensation. He was confused by being physically in the Fade. He slapped the journal that had mysteriously appeared in his hand against his thigh and then frowned down at the thing.

No, no. Focus. He knew precious little about what had just happened to him, but to even entertain the slimmest of hopes that Taran was alive and calling to him? Impossible.

Private Character Introduction: Taran (the Herald)

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Taran still wasn't sure how he'd let himself get talked into this.

He shifted, trying not to be too obvious about eyeing the guards. Alexius was monologuing...why did they always insist on monologuing?...and the rest of his party was tense around him. Walking into a trap had seemed like a fine plan back at Haven, but now it was beginning to seem like a really bad idea.

A really, really, great, now the evil magister with some kind of weird crush on me is going kidnap me and exploit all the mages after all bad idea.

"So, not to interrupt," Taran interrupted. "But...can we get to the point? My men are getting restless."

He wasn't 100% sure his men had managed to infiltrate the guard, but if he'd learned anything about being the Herald of Andraste, it was that nothing beat a good bluff. And hey, look at that: the guards moved to flank him protectively when Alexius turned to glower. Maybe it was going to turn out all right after all.

(Which was naturally the world's cue to send him sailing ass over teakettle, tumbling through some kind of weird portal of magic that sprang from the necklace Alexius flung up and into...)

Taran sat up, rubbing at the back of his head. His sword had clattered to the ground next to him, and there was a journal sitting at his feet. He appeared to be in some kind of cell? A castle cell? Wow, so that had all gone spectacularly badly.

"Um," he said, moving slowly to his feet. "Crap. Leliana is going to kill me."