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Something was wrong with the air.
Alistair had never finished his Templar training but the ever-present awareness of magic energies wasn't something you could simply douse or put away. Cousland had insisted he continue to practice his skills, had even asked to learn some of the simpler tricks, and as always, Alistair found himself thanking the man for his foresight.
The air here had a metallic taste, a pungent tang and a heavy weight to it, as if a thunderstorm was about to break. It had been that way for almost an hour, ever since Alistair had awoken in a bed not his own, in a small room over looking a garden courtyard. The tall stone walls of the castle were not familiar....and neither was the roiling, ugly sky or the seemingly floating chunks of mountain he could see in the distance.
It reminded him of nothing but the Fade - the awful experience in the Kinloch Hold with the Sloth demon. But Alistair was very much awake...as a stubbed toe and loud swearing had proven. Whatever had apparently happened while he had been asleep, it was nothing good.
"...I'm not going to get that paperwork done any time soon, am I?" Alistair sighed, and leaned against the railing wall, staring mournfully down into the garden.
"Maker's balls."
Alistair had never finished his Templar training but the ever-present awareness of magic energies wasn't something you could simply douse or put away. Cousland had insisted he continue to practice his skills, had even asked to learn some of the simpler tricks, and as always, Alistair found himself thanking the man for his foresight.
The air here had a metallic taste, a pungent tang and a heavy weight to it, as if a thunderstorm was about to break. It had been that way for almost an hour, ever since Alistair had awoken in a bed not his own, in a small room over looking a garden courtyard. The tall stone walls of the castle were not familiar....and neither was the roiling, ugly sky or the seemingly floating chunks of mountain he could see in the distance.
It reminded him of nothing but the Fade - the awful experience in the Kinloch Hold with the Sloth demon. But Alistair was very much awake...as a stubbed toe and loud swearing had proven. Whatever had apparently happened while he had been asleep, it was nothing good.
"...I'm not going to get that paperwork done any time soon, am I?" Alistair sighed, and leaned against the railing wall, staring mournfully down into the garden.
"Maker's balls."
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Date: 2015-08-18 06:04 am (UTC)From:She waved, an awkward little twiddle of her hand, and then she took two long steps backwards before spinning on her heels and melting into the shadows of the long hallway.
(OOC: Thanks so much for letting me join the scene for a bit! So much fun. :) Sera's out and I"m off to bed.)
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Date: 2015-08-18 06:16 am (UTC)From:"Should we look for yours now?"
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Date: 2015-08-18 06:31 am (UTC)From:Alistair set off, around the war table and out the bug double doors. He called back, "It's likely under the bed I woke up in."
(((OOC: and bed time for me as well. This seems like a good place to leave it, actually. Pick back up in another thread, after Alistair has found his journal and poked at it a bit.))
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Date: 2015-08-18 06:51 am (UTC)From: