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allthisshitisweird2016-04-16 01:02 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME!
WHAT A GLOOORIOUS FEELING
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.
WE'RE STILL IN THE HINTERLANDS
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.
Kaaras ( dragon age oc) tal vashoth mercenary
[ the young man is a shifty thing, who with good reason looks frightened by the very tall qunari with a staff that crackles with electricity. He clutches the silverite dagger and flask of Antivan brandy, looking from stall to the one who had apprehended him.
Kaaras sighs. He was starting to regret choosing to stay out, and for what - watch over goods for little gratitude? Honestly, he was starting to regret leaving the Free Marches. Less mud and rain. ]
This can be very simple, just hand over the dagger and I promise not to electrocute you. Does that sound like a fair trade?
[ He has no intention of actually hitting him -- but the man hardly knows that. Regardless, he's convinced because a moment later, he puts the goods back with a terrified look and disappears into the night. Kaaras lowers his staff. Seeing nobody looking he picks up the brandy and takes a long pull from the bottle. ]
That wasn't so hard now, was it.
iii
[ of course, a bear wouldn't be so easily swayed from attacking. This one wasn't -- Kaaras didn't want to have to harm the beast that was only protecting its home, probably had a cub or two waiting for it.
But it was angry, and charging. He doesn't turn around, even knowing someone else is nearby. ]
You may want to stand clear for this.
[ It's all the warning they'll get as a blast of light rains down from his staff, towards the bear. It hits the animal with a loud roar of pain. ]
I'm sorry, friend.
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[ It's been days since he's felt this dry, this warm. He's hunkered down near the fire, boots shed, by his bare feet. Would anyone be foolish enough to try and take his footwear? He didn't seem to notice if anyone happened to stare in his direction, and despite everything didn't mind the crowd or smells. His tankard was almost untouched -- Kaaras seemed more lost in his own thoughts at the time being. ]
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Kaaras?!?
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Korrin, hello!
[ he turns quickly to the disgruntled looking man sitting next to him.. asking if he wouldn't mind moving a seat over. The man looks wide eyed and does it, quickly and without a second look. ]
Pull up a seat up here, near the fire.
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And here I thought that the spiced wine would be the only highlight of the day! It's good to see you again, Kaaras. I know it probably hasn't been that long, but everything before the Conclave seems like forever ago. How've you been?
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[ he reaches around with the other arm to give her a slight one armed hug. ]
Not too bad, I can't complain too much. Other than the fact that the weather is terrible and I feel like I'll never be completely dry again but other than that... [ Kaaras shrugs ]
So, how has everything been for you since last we spoke? Things with the Inquisition? I've heard some pretty interesting stories about it all.
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[Hugs, one-armed or otherwise, are always welcome and she chuckles.]
Tell me which stories you've heard and I'll be able to help you sift the truth from all the embellishments. Though I should warn you, enough crazy shit has happened that there might be less of a gap than you'd think.
I'm alright, but I'd be lying if I said all's well. There's a lot of tension within the Inquisition, over various things, and all those fractures have the potential to be disastrous. I hate to say it, but that darkspawn magister asshole better show up, so we can be reminded of why we're all here in the first place.