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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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You can ask Leliana. She's the one who did it.
[ She doesn't usually brag about her position, that's in poor taste. But for this particular situation, she thinks that she's allowed a little smugness. ]
I'm not the only one, of course. There are two others for the other divisions, but I am the current leader of the Scouting division. That is to say...
[ Here, she reaches over and swipes Twisted Fate's tankard, and maintains eye contact with him while she takes a drink from it. ]
...I am, along with the other leaders, the highest ranking Inquisition agent in Nothern Thedas.
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[It is sort of amusing that Beleth's been placed in such a position. She isn't bad at the whole thing; quite the liar, very good at her facades as he is. That's in part why he respects her. It would make sense.
But he keeps his smile, calm and curious as he watches her.
After she drinks, he only says:]
That's an indirect kiss.
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I told you, didn't I? I'm going to drag the Dalish into political relevancy, no matter how much kicking and screaming there is. On either side.
[ At his words, she just gives him a Look™, setting the tankard in between the two of them. ]
I daresay you'll survive. I might even survive. We'll have to see.
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[There is some truth to that statement; his relationship with the Dalish is a difficult thing, and he certainly has no urge to step into that political realm.]
Oh, don't worry. I'm very good at surviving regardless the matter.
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[ And, of course, it falls to Beleth to do it, because her life is a series of doing all the things no one else wants to do, but needs to get done anyway. ]
What a relief. It'd be a shame for you to darken our doorstep once more, only to keel over from an indirect kiss. I'm not sure how I'd explain that one to the advisors.
[ A small smile tugs at her lips, at that. ]
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[He chuckles.]
I can only hope you would do my theoretical death justice. Lay me down in a way that flatters me. He was as beautiful in death as he was in life, or something like that.
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[ Now she's torn between amusement and annoyance. An incredulous look seems to be the best compromise, here. ]
You're ridiculous, and you're not dying. Particularly not from kissing me. Though...that would make me a much more effective bard. Maybe if I put a film over my lips, and then used a topical poison...? It'd have to be dyed the color of lipstick...
[ yeah ok poison ivy ]
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[Whether it's good or bad remains to be seen. It could be a shitshow, but he knows she'll do something either way.]
As long as you don't make a habit of licking your own lips, but such a thing does exist. If you're into that kind of thing. Kissing someone to death.