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allthisshitisweird2017-09-30 08:13 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME!
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!
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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( The smile doesn't drop when he turns away, but her sharp interest in her surroundings drifts from her host to his space; the things he chooses to have around him and all of the exits.
She sits, too, makes herself comfortable with one (bare, a new habit) foot tucked beneath herself in such a way as to not much slow her if she should need to move suddenly. The letters are offered forward -
These, though. These are the handiwork of children; she's already removed their drawings, but it's immediately apparent from the writing and their tone, the content. Letters from four little mages of Orlais, Katherose and Annouche and Benoit and Thierry: all of them imprinted onto their rescuer like baby ducks, telling her stories of Skyhold and how many baths they've had and the return to lessons.
The frights at night; the dreams and memories that she had been talisman against while she shepherded them up the mountains. How they cling to one another still, how they miss those who are gone and those they may never know the truth of.
Benoit says his tattoo is healing very nicely and he covered it up with his gloves like she suggested. )
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when he's done with the four letters, he folds them back up, bundled together. he offers them back, leaning forward in his chair to press them into her hand as she reaches for them. ]
Your little friends used Trade, mademoiselle. But if your mother tongue is Orlesian, it may come easier for you to learn that first.
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But they're better off where they are, for all that; better that they learn to rely on themselves than only her. It will make it easier, when they lose her. )
Oh, I expect so.
( Her interest in learning either seems to be more out of politeness to him for having made the offer than any real drive to do so - she can see the benefits, of course, but it's so much sitting and looking and there are a hundred people here who can do the things he's talking about, why does she so badly need to be one of them? Haven't they all got more important things to do than make her be still? )
You must be very busy, ( gamely. Someone lower on the foodchain might present her with more of a challenge, but Thranduil likely has a hundred things on his plate more pressing; she can doubtless extricate herself from lessons without much difficulty. )
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[ not that the inquisition as a whole had provided anything to the rifters, only individuals offering sporadic lessons. he himself had been left on his own to learn written trade, orlesian, tevene. he wonders where this girl will place herself, but she will be of little use to anyone illiterate.
he gestures gracefully to the door to his left. ] I have an assistant, should emergencies occur, but I find myself with enough time either before breakfast or dinner to provide at least an hour of instruction a day. It should not take more than a few months of a few hours a week to give you a basic understanding, enough that you will not be a hindrance.
[ if he could make his son sit down and learn his letters, he could certainly try with anyone so clearly willing to slip his grasp. ]
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( Thaaaat's not a commitment to do so. He has a point, of course, about orders and directions - and it's hard to personally sift through information for anything interesting with regard to her own agenda when she can't read it - but there's still enough room in that not an explicit order from a superior offer to wriggle loose later, if she has to sit through an hour of it now-
until she's ordered. Probably, in time, someone will think to order it. Until they do, though, it's going to be astonishing how busy she can keep herself in the hours he suggests. )
I will keep it in mind. Thank you- very much.