TEST DRIVE MEME!

[faderifting]

I ROLL TO SEDUCE THE BEAR

Tucked between the massive Lake Calenhad and the icy Frostback Mountains in Ferelden’s chilly, hilly south, the Hinterlands are a region covered in patchy forests, small farms, and a bustling fishing village called Redcliffe. The region was recently the frontline of a war between mages and Templars, but the Inquisition’s military presence has restored order and is now focused on helping the locals and influx of refugees rebuild their lives. Whether you’re a recent recruit or a hardened veteran, a Fereldan local or someone who recently fell out of a rift from another world, you may be asked to go lend a hand.

I. FLOODS

A burst of unseasonably warm weather (in no way inspired by real life events) is initially greeted with relief, gloves discarded and scarves unwrapped—but followed within the week by severe flooding across the region. Maybe you’re sent out to help debris from a road or collect the bodies of those swept away. Or maybe you’re less lucky and instead there when the waters come, shepherding refugees to higher ground, or caught riding in the flow on a dislodged roof or log. Maybe there’s a bear on the roof with you.

II. TREASURE HUNTS

Given the lack of banks and lockboxes, when the people here have something they value, they often hide it—under the ground, in a tree, behind a waterfall. So here you are, with a sketch of some landmarks found on a body, trying to find… something. If you find it, it might be useful: weapons, runes, a stash of supplies. Or it might be someone’s box of racy letters and a request to deliver them to a now-married woman who will slap you on delivery.

III. BEARS

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?

IV. CRYSTALS

Members and trusted agents of the Inquisition are given access to one of the Inquisition's stores of ancient, mysterious sending crystals, allowing them to communicate instantaneously by voice. It's magic. And a magical excuse to ask everyone what their favorite constellation is in the middle of the night.

Or to call for help because you've been treed by bears.

Either way.

V. MISCELLANEOUS

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 your Frostback Mountain oyster.

Comments

[meds4sale]

Perhaps I would. It is fortunate they've been done away with then.

[The Medicine Seller wasn't a killer - at least not of those already alive. But he'd be hard pressed to express remorse over the death of slavers.]

You may read it for yourself if you like. It is quite lewd.

[He passed the letter towards Fenris. No sense in depriving him the pleasure.]

[lyriumcarved]

There are always more of them out there to deal with, unfortunately. This battle never ends.

[He certainly does hope such a day comes... when slavers and the like are gone, the magisters' rule overthrown. Though in a way, he's not even sure what he'd do with himself if there ever came a day that the battle did end. He'd just have to... deal with that if it ever happens, someday. Find yet another new purpose.]

I'll just... take your word for it.

[He says this simply, not really looking at the paper too closely. The fact that he can't quite read it is not exactly something he cares to explain.]

[meds4sale]

How troublesome. They sound like cockroaches.

[That was probably being a bit generous. Cockroaches didn't deserve that kind of comparison.]

[He turned the letter over, before putting it back in the box among the other correspondences. It was by pure chance his fingers brushed the edge of a wax seal.]

Oh my. This one may be ...troublesome.

[He lifted the man's will from the box of letters, quite bemused.]

[lyriumcarved]

They're far worse.

[Yes, he would agree there, it seems unfair to the cockroaches. Fenris glances at the letter that he's indicated, noticing the seal and definitely getting the notion of its importance. He may not be able to read it too well just yet, but he's always been keen at observations, closely picking up on details of things around him. Interesting...]

Maybe that's the main reason he wanted this collection found...