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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 filled with bears. Choose your own adventure!

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He's the King, if he says it looks good it does so nyah.

"Yes naneth, whatever you say naneth."

Maglor aims a swat at Elros this time. "Not your naneth!" Even as he flushes with shy pleasure.

"But you nag just like one!"

Elros grins, dodging the swat before reaching to tug at his sleeve meaningfully.

"But now that you're here, why don't you play us something?"

"Perhaps it is because you need to be nagged!" He retorts mildly before letting out a put-upon huff at the blatant request.

"As my king commands," he answers, and finally puts fingers back to harpstrings to play a song of light, for Elros' sake.

"I think you just like nagging."

Elros hums, pleased, and settles at Maglor's feet, as he did once, long ago.

"And I'm pretty sure I'm not your king!"

"If it helps coral you a bit, I do not mind."

Maglor gazes fondly down at him, leaning a knee against Elros as he plays for him.

"I have sworn no vows of fealty to you, but that doesn't mean you are not a king I would be proud to serve."

"I'm human though." He leans back against him, eyes slipping shut as he listens.

"And you're ancient."

"You are now," he agrees softly.

Maglor snorts, shifting his leg to give Elros a better leaning post if he ends up falling asleep- which totally isn't his plan.

"I am older than you know."

"It's weird."

He admits. "I still miss things. And I think Elrond worked it out, once."

Maglor takes a moment to pause and brush fingers through Elros' hair, pushing it back behind an ear.

"More time has passed since you saw me last than you think, yonya." Then he's picked the song right back up where he left off.

Elros leans into the fingers.

"What do you mean?"

He can't deny he craves this affection.

"It means I was there watching your brother Sail, some time after your passing."

"What?"

He sits up and twists, staring.

"But Elrond has no reason to sail! He never said ....wait ...my passing?"

Maglor frowns, fingers slowing on the strings.

"...Elros....What is the last thing you did before coming here?"

Elros frowns back, looking up at him.

"I had... just been crowned."

So very young, he realizes. He reaches down to brush fingers gently through dark hair.

"Much happens between then and when I was brought here, yonya."

Elros leans into the affection automatically.

"Well yes." He points out acerbically. "You know, I really hadn't noticed you stealing through the camp of the Valar and making off with a few bright shinies. Really." When in doubt, fall back to sarcasm.

His eyes are uncertain, though.

Maglor's head bows and he sighs softly, shoulders slumping.

"...Beyond that," he whispers. "Long years past."

He frowns.

"How long are we talking, adar?"

"Centuries of the sun," he answers, slowly straightening. He has to be stronger. He has to protect this precious child, and burying his pain is a burden he's familiar with.

".........I'm sorry, I thought you said centuries."

Elros says blankly.

A gentle tug to strands of Elros' hair and Maglor tries for an amused smile.

"Your ears have not failed you, yonya."

Elros processes this briefly and then pulls Maglor into his arms and squeezes.

"You idiot, don't tell me you've been alone all this time?"

He flinches before relaxing and leaning into the embrace, curling close.

"...Then I won't tell you?" Totally counts right?

"You fool" Elros says savagely, clinging tight.

"You should have gone to my brother! You could have come to me!"

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