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TEST DRIVE MEME!
WHEN SKYHOLD'S GONE THEY'LL BEAR ON
How’s the weather, Inquisition? Terrible. Heavy rainfall pelts the plains and the mountains, four straight days of it! Dark clouds block out the sun. It may begin to feel like there’s no end to the storms in sight. When darkness falls, cold evening temperatures turn that rain frigid. Your boots, your socks, they’re soaked through. Everyone smells like wet wool.
And as if all that weren’t enough: the increased rainfall loosens patches of mud and shale, causing mudslides.
1. We’re not in Orzammar anymore…
2. Are you mad? That’s twelve year old scotch!
3. I gotta go, Julia, we got bears.
4. We got 12 skins of water, 56 ales, two vodkas, four whiskeys, six bottles of wine, tequila, hazelnut paste, cheese, bread, eggs, bananas, apples, bacon, steaks, pancakes, dry grain, milk, sweet tomato sauce, half a pudding, half-ounce Sour Wine, 3 1/2 grams Grand Inquisitor Kush, one ounce of 'shrooms, 15 ecstasy potions, a smutty woodcut, a bat…
5. Lots of fish… and lots of weather.
HINTERLANDS ARE FOREVER
How’s the weather, Inquisition? Terrible. Heavy rainfall pelts the plains and the mountains, four straight days of it! Dark clouds block out the sun. It may begin to feel like there’s no end to the storms in sight. When darkness falls, cold evening temperatures turn that rain frigid. Your boots, your socks, they’re soaked through. Everyone smells like wet wool.
And as if all that weren’t enough: the increased rainfall loosens patches of mud and shale, causing mudslides.
1. We’re not in Orzammar anymore…
A recent group of dwarven traders bearing fine crafts and goods were inbound for Skyhold, ready to flood the markets with their wares. Instead, they got flooded out.
Yes, word has reached the Inquisition that the traders have been unfortunately detained by the weather and they are now in need of a rescue. Dare you venture out into the lashing rain and sliding mud to rescue the traders?
If you do so dare, you’ll find some of the traders to be exceedingly grateful for your efforts, ready to bestow handsome rewards on you, O Brave Soul -- just as soon as you’ve escorted them safely back to Skyhold. Or you might find a cluster of more disagreeable traders, grumpy at the water in their boots and the loss of their goods. Some of those goods might still be rescuable, if you want to wade out into a mud field to retrieve a fallen chest, or tug an errant terrified donkey back onto what’s passing for dry road these days.
As you carry these treasures back to their masters, or back to Skyhold, you might consider helping yourself to a sampling of the wares on your way back. After all, your reward might not be adequate, and you are risking your life for these ungrateful sons of mothers. Just don’t get caught. These traders don’t look kindly on thieves, and frayed tempers snap easily.
Feel free to get stuck on your way to the rescue, too. Weather out the storm with a fellow do-gooder. These days, the rescuers might need rescuing just as much.
2. Are you mad? That’s twelve year old scotch!
In Skyhold and the surrounding tent towns, what with the confusion and the panic and the scramble for high ground, market stalls are left unattended and wares are ripe for the taking. For some, temptation proves to be too much. Where there’s disaster, there’s often looting! A few vendors defend their own wares, and those that can’t make desperate entreaties for assistance. Bandits! Thieves!
Are you a brave and hale friend to the Inquisition and to good honest trade, ready to defend the wares of the waterlogged merchants? Or maybe your sticky fingers spot a tempting treasure too great to ignore. If they didn’t want it stolen, they should have taken it with them! Watch out for that Qunari metalsmith with the mean right hook. He’s not to be trifled with, and his blow will leave you toothless in the mud.
3. I gotta go, Julia, we got bears.
The rainfall has disturbed more than the mud. Bears, resting in their caves, have found their caves to be too damp for their liking, and they’ve taken to the open air to vent their spleens. Some people say that the bears are as frightened as you are, but when you’re faced with a six hundred pound beast with huge pointy teeth, their innocence is a little harder to keep in perspective.
The tents surrounding greater Skyhold are especially worried by rogue bears. Make a stand against them, or else help evacuate a threatened campsite. Mudwrestling a bear is a great way to impress the ladies, or the gentlemen… but no one will blame you for beating a hasty retreat.
4. We got 12 skins of water, 56 ales, two vodkas, four whiskeys, six bottles of wine, tequila, hazelnut paste, cheese, bread, eggs, bananas, apples, bacon, steaks, pancakes, dry grain, milk, sweet tomato sauce, half a pudding, half-ounce Sour Wine, 3 1/2 grams Grand Inquisitor Kush, one ounce of 'shrooms, 15 ecstasy potions, a smutty woodcut, a bat…
TIME TO HUNKER DOWN. In the tavern, the barkeep is handing out free spiced wine to anyone who takes refuge behind her door. The din of conversation and lutesong makes a fine lullabye for the careworn traveler, and you might find yourself inadvertently dropping off to sleep. Or maybe someone’s fallen asleep on you.
Who can blame the slumberers, finally safe and warm and dry? In the tavern, the fires have been built up to ward off the chill and the damp, but relaxation is a little more difficult these days. You really have to elbow your way in there to get close to that warmth. Once you get close enough, you’ll find that the hearths are taken up with dozens and dozens of wet socks and wetter boots, steaming gently as they dry. Be disgusted if you want, or else peel off your own and go barefoot while you wait.
Hey! What’s going on over there? Someone’s taking one of your socks! Stop, thief!
If you can’t make it to the tavern, you might find yourself holed up somewhere a little more unlikely. The limited space within Skyhold means there aren’t a lot of free rooms. That door you shoulder open in desperation might have an owner already. Intrusions aren’t always unwelcome, but beware of what -- or who! -- you might find.
5. Lots of fish… and lots of weather.
WILDCARD. Whatever you do, just remember: there’s a lot of rain, you’re very wet, and if you’re feeling amorous, keep in mind that everyone smells like wet wool. We cannot stress this enough.
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( That a child might even have magic to be persecuted seems to trouble her - a thought crosses her mind that she suppresses ruthlessly, her hands flexing at her side as if she forestalls some other impulse. Does not allow herself to reach. )
I know of no children who are taught to craft, in all of Lamorre's empire.
( Marius had so many ideas -
Would hers have been the first? )
But I fear they would not be spared the pyre, did they exist.
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Some have their gift show as early as four, other... I think the oldest to suddenly start casting was around fourteen or sixteen. I've not made a study of it. But I was twelve when it first happened.
[Not spared the pyre. Maker. At least he was alive, as were a portion of the mages born in this world. Many still died wrongfully, but many had a chance too.]
I can't wrap my mind around death being the sentence for all magic. I... Maker.
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Petrana realises her mistake, his; her hands press together and she shakes her head. )
Witchcraft is not - to have, or to have not. It's to do, or do not. I am made a witch, not born...my husband, he describes it as he might music - you might have within you unimaginable talent, but if you never hear a note played, nor touch an instrument, it is nothing.
Magic is natural. It is ... beautiful. It is in the world and pretending otherwise will not make it so, but, to be a part of it, to move the world with your own hands, you must learn, or touch something, or - it would never simply be, as you say, I think. I have never heard of such a thing.
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[Restrictions make a little more sense, then. But death is still an extreme response, especially when Anders whole-heartedly believes that magic can change the world in a good way. He shakes his own head.]
For us, we're born with it, and it manifests suddenly. I don't think any mage has ever been able to control their first casting. If you're not born with it, you can't learn it. Sometimes I think that's what fuels the hatred here - what we have, some can never have.
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but either of their lives would have been very different, would they have traded places. What good is it to wonder? )
Is it common here, that mages are ...
( What's a tactful way to put this. )
Well, you're a man.
( Yeah, nailed it. )
I suppose with it being so - being inborn, it's different.
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What? A man? I'd not even noticed. You'd think I would have checked, but I entirely forgot to this morning.
[Now his expression becomes something of a slightly smug smile.]
Are you asking if all mages are men? The answer to that question is no. We're equally men or women.
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( So he has answered her question, in any case; a moment later she clarifies-- )
I can't claim to have met many who work this craft, but they have been with but one exception women as myself. It is, ( a bit wryly, ) a womanly sort of wickedness.
( Or it's just that men have more options, if they want to change the way their lives look. But the church will have it how the church will have it -
and there are so many sins a woman can be punished for, but at the end of the day, most of them are getting uppity. )
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[Anders' expression becomes very wry, and a little sad.]
I've had my times of defiance in the past. And the current, and the future. You're likely to hear all about it from multiple sources more than happy to elaborate, exaggerate, and speculate.
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( Defying authority isn't a woman's pastime -
that's the point. And when they are too afraid to try, for fear of so many deaths gone before them, it stays that way. )
Men defy one another all the time. I am sure that is just the same, here.
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Incidentally, I happen to enjoy needlepoint. I made these robes myself.
[He gestures to them. They're not plain, blues with green and gold accents that aren't too flashy but also aren't exactly hidden.]
And mages rarely dared be defiant. The Templars were legally allowed to punish defiant mages by any means they liked. And they liked a great many. You may find the divide between mage and non-mage to be greater than that between man and woman.
[Because he's getting the impression there's a divide there, where she's from.]
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It is a strange place to which I've come.
( That doesn't sound like a criticism. )
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[Even he'll admit that. Then again, it's not like he's the biggest fan of how this world works.]
But you're not alone here, at least. I'm willing to help when I'm around, and the only reason I have to qualify that is because the magic I'm most skilled in is healing, and that comes in rather high demand.
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Thank you.
( She presses her hand just once before letting it fall back to her side, hiding away in her deep sleeves for what protection they offer from the elements. )
Thank you, ( she repeats, voice lost in the weather but no less sincere, for that. When was the last time she was shown such kindness without the edge of fear? Without a sidelong glance towards her ever-present shadows, now gone-
She is alone here. But that she might not have to be - that means a great deal. )