TEST DRIVE MEME!

[faderifting]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Maybe you’ve been around for a while, or maybe you’re new to the Inquisition. Maybe you’re new to Thedas, having recently fallen from a tear in reality and been collected by uniformed rescuers. Whoever you are, you’ve been sent to Kirkwall, to an outpost where many of the Inquisition’s members and allies work on some of the biggest mysteries and problems the organization must solve if it’d like to keep the world from ending, where “ending” means “falling under the power of an ancient powerful corrupted being who wants everyone to bow to him as a god.”

And just to be clear, it would like that. It would like that a lot.

I. THE GALLOWS: The Gallows is an island fortress in Kirkwall’s harbor. It’s been home to, in order: Tevinter slaves, a Circle of Magi, a lot of creepy red lyrium, and now the Inquisition, which has occupied the fortress with the provisional Viscount’s blessing. There are walls that still need rebuilding and corners that still need dusting, but for the most part the Inquisition has gotten down to business. There’s space in the stone-floored courtyards to train or spar; or, if your skills don’t lie in the realm of hitting things, there’s a large library and several offices supporting the Inquisition’s areas of research and diplomatic efforts. If you don’t know what to do with yourself, then by all means, ask; someone will definitely be able to put you to work.

II. KIRKWALL: A quick row across the harbor will take you to Kirkwall proper. The city is built into the cliffs, from exclusive and wealthy Hightown at the top to impoverished Darktown in the abandoned mining tunnels below. In the middle is Lowtown, home to taverns, merchants, and plenty of trouble to keep anyone looking for it happy. You’re welcome to spend your free time and your money here—but try not to annoy the locals too much, please, in case their welcome runs out. It’d be a shame to have to pack again so soon after arriving.

III. QUESTING: Barely had time to make yourself at home, did you, before you were sent away from Kirkwall again—but this time on a mission. There’s a rift outside of Markham, pouring demons into the fields, and the Inquisition has been asked to lend a hand. Maybe literally. If you have an anchor embedded in your palm, you’re needed to close the damn thing. If not, maybe you’re here to fight demons or guard against bandits on the road, or to gather samples and take notes on the rift’s location once its closed, or to speak to Markham’s nobility afterwards to make sure that they fully appreciate the Inquisition’s efforts. Regardless, it’s a long trip, so we hope you like campfire cooking and sharing a tent.

IV. SENDING CRYSTAL: Joining the Inquisition gets you access to the very latest in barely-understood magical communication devices—namely, a crystal, small enough to wear around your neck, that will allow you to communicate verbally with anyone else who has one. Or everyone else who has one. Say hello.

V. WILDCARD: The whole of Thedas is yours to explore, from coast to uncharted wilderness. Choose your own adventure!

Comments

[dashing]

Knights are bound to protect those that would be rendered victims from those that act with selfishness and cruelty. My duty is not an obligation, nor is it misguided.

( Her tone is neither reprimand nor condescension, just a quiet statement of fact. The thief eyes her, and she tilts her head in a silent direction for him to start moving towards the guardhouse. )

Are you a native of Kirkwall?

[ipseite]

( It doesn't enter her head that Herian might not mean knight in the sense with which Petra is familiar - certainly she sounds like one, the narrow focus of orders who believe themselves alone the arbiters of higher purpose and the understanding of duty, men she has rarely known to hesitate at belittling those they purport to serve. If Herian had met her earlier, she might have balked at the notion of a woman among their number -

but Thedas has taught her much, already. When she asks, )

What is your order, Sir Knight? I was not aware that Thedas had them in truth,

( it is honest curiosity, and not skepticism. A moment later, )

I am more commonly asked if I have come here from Orlais, but I know it no better. I am no native of your lands, no.

[dashing]

( Ah. Herian nods once, indicates her understanding. A rifter, then. She had not anticipated that one might express themselves so openly in Kirkwall, but perhaps Kirkwall has improved over the years, even if its reputation has not. )

I am a Knight Enchanter - a Circle mage trained to serve alongside the Templars in battle, and uphold Chantry law. Not all who train to channel their connection to the Fade view the... duty and obligations that accompany the speciality as I do.

( Well, she offers a slight bow. ) I hope that Thedas has not treated you unkindly, then.

( She says calmly, still watching that thief dude, making sure he ain't shifty. )

[ipseite]

( Ah; one of those. Petrana leaves that where it lies. )

Thedas owes me no more than what I earn through my own action, ( she says, politely. )

[dashing]

Aye, that is so - and yet it can be a hard place, regardless what actions be taken.

( And here she's just steering their charge to the left, up a staircase towards the guards. He seems to have accepted his fate at this point. )