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allthisshitisweird2015-10-31 08:53 pm
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Test Drive Meme!
No, Seriously, You're Never Getting Out Of Here
Maybe the Inquisition sent you, maybe you came seeking the Inquisition. Maybe you fell out of a rift into this world last week and are still just trying to find your feet. However it happened, early fall finds you in the Hinterlands. Tucked between Ferelden's massive Lake Calenhad and the icy Frostback Mountains, the Hinterlands are a hilly region covered in patchy forests and small farms trying to eke out a living between the boulders. Though somewhat remote, the area is rich with game and minerals and home to Redcliffe, a bustling town on a busy trade route.
Lately the Hinterlands have also been full of mages and templars and rifts, all threatening to turn once-peaceful countryside into a dangerous warzone. The Inquisition has set up several camps and sent personnel to try to restore order to the region, unwilling to let it slip into chaos. There's a lot to be done, some of it straightforward killing bad things, some of it weird and nebulous morale-building.
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1. WHERE THE SUN COMES UP ABOUT TEN IN THE MORNING
QUESTS COME AND GO BUT BEARS ARE ETERNAL: You have turned the wrong corner, forded the wrong stream, crested the wrong hill, entered the wrong cave. Maybe you are far from camp. Maybe you are in camp. Whatever has happened, wherever you are: you are being chased by bears. Did you provoke the bears? Are they huge? Babies? Fade-touched? Mage-controlled? What are they chasing you away from? What are they chasing you into? What do you plan to make out of their hide if you kill them? What do you think they'll craft out of your hide if they kill you?
2. THEY MOVED DOWN SOUTH OF REDCLIFFE
NICE PLACE FOR A SPOT OF CAMPING: If there were an inn, which there's not, there wouldn't be room for you in it. Traveling with the Inquisition means carrying your own bedrolls, putting up your own tents, and sleeping alongside whoever you've been told to share with--no matter how much you hate them or how loud they snore. If you really can't stand it, the alternative is sleeping outside. On the ground. With the bears.
3. AND THEY LAUGHED AND SANG A NEW SONG
Hey, there's a big, crazy light in the sky that craps out demons! Let's worship it!: Not everyone thinks the Breach was a bad thing. In the southeastern mountains, a burgeoning cult has taken up residence in Winterwatch Tower to wait patiently for the Maker to reach through the tears in the veil and gather the faithful to his bosom. They're a little kooky, maybe, but harmless, and they're happy enough to share their wine and lager with travelers in the area. The demon-spewing rift behind the Tower, on the other hand... Too bad the Herald didn't close that thing before she bit it. Watch your step.
4. NO ONE EVER KNEW THERE WAS LYRIUM IN THEM MOUNTAINS
TROUBLE IN THE DEEP: The Carta is everywhere, but it's here in force, occupying dwarven ruins in a chasm behind a waterfall. Inquisition forces have already cleared most of the smugglers out of the hold, but there's still a vault to break into, bodies to loot, and old texts to search through for anything worth adding to the Inquisition's growing archives. Also: darkspawn. Sorry.
5. AND THE SUN GOES DOWN ABOUT THREE IN THE DAY
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE: hunt game, kill demons, gather herbs, track bandits, haggle over the price of armor, fall off a deceptively tall rock, get lost circling the same hill ten times trying to find a way up to the weird glowing skull on a stick you can see is up there, climb trees or abandoned towers, rummage around in empty homes, run from a dragon, cry over how cute that fennec fox you just shot was, set up camp and chat around the fire, knock yourself out (figuratively, or even literally if that's more your speed)-- the Hinterlands are yourFrostback Mountainoyster.
Leondris Nicolai | Dragon Age | OC Native
First, and perhaps most importantly he was spoiled, used to sleeping alone...well not in that sense, he was used to having his own space while he slept and he was not very graceful in sharing that space. Other people had...habits. Much like his tent mate, and those habits could have been anything from writing or reading by the light of a candle to chewing their nails and spitting them across the tent, habits had a tendency to keep Leondris awake...or as he preferred to be called, Leon (the name wasn't his idea, it seemed everyone from his neck of the woods had been blessed or cursed with flowery names like Marlowe, Sebastian, or Johane...that was the Free Marches for you).
For days it's been like this and his only option was to either leave or be driven mad by insomnia to the point where he lobbed one of his hidden knives down his nightly companions throat. That would be messy, it would also raise questions.
Nothing for it other than to escape the confines of his shared tent and find a comfortable bit of earth for himself and his bedroll. If he turned his head just so to the north then he could see Redcliffe Village silhouetted by the moonlight. It might be beautiful in this light, romantic even from a certain point of view, but he couldn't help casting a mutinous glare in its direction. No room his his Tantervale arse.
3. Sleep might have been impossible, but finding action and weird happenings in the Hinterlands was often a resounding success, at least Leon thought so as he and his traveling companion approached Winterwatch Tower. Personally he had nothing against them, do whatever makes you happy that was his motto. Of course his motto had dug him into a few holes in the past given his propensity to disregard duty in favor of playing the field...he liked to keep his options open and he liked being able to do whatever he wanted. Not exactly a common idea in the Free Marches, he wasn't all that certain about elsewhere.
Traditionally if you weren't the heir or the spare, then you were a potential rival and sent off elsewhere to be of some use and out of the way. This applied most specifically to affluent households and royalty. Generally it was off to the Chantry to become a religious fanatic and of his younger siblings Leon had no intention of being herded off like a chattled beast to live a life of fanaticism. Winterwatch Tower reminded him of this...at least the crazy fanaticism to a thing in the sky they hadn't a clue about. Not that he wasn't willing to sit in their little tavern and partake of whatever ale they offered with whomever decided to join him on this little expedition, which was basically mapping out the area and pinpointing the immediate dangers. His hunting and tracking skill were particularly useful for this.
"Bit bammy aren't they?" He remarked as his eyes scanned the area around him, his voice was low, discreet, not trying to be heard, but he really couldn't help himself. They were a bit crazy.
3.
Actually, Daylen was rather angry about these people. If the Maker could see them now... well, to his mind it was probably for the best he'd turned away from them. And no wonder if this was how people acted.
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