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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.
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"I see..." So the last time they met, at least from his point of view, it was after defeating Zeromus? "That's certianly a lot to deal with. I'm sorry, even if I don't completely understand your situation. And- I'd love to hear it all, if and when you'll have time,"
Rydia nods in his direction, now forgetting about her poor drink (that was taking forever anyway- did they still have to milk the cow or what?) and just offering him her complete attention "Half a year... I assume six months are a long time. I just arrived and I'm still trying to understand what to do or not- if there are people to protect I'll be likely to raise my stuff but things here don't seem so black and white." she shrughs "Well, at least I feel better knowing I can trust my back to someone now. Because if you're okay with it I'd love to consider you my comrade again."
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“It is a lot to deal with… and I’m not sure where to even begin to talk about the Gods’ War. We all came from many different worlds… somewhat like the situation for some of us here.” But he’ll have to tell her the whole story, or most of it. Eventually. He’s sure she’ll be interested to hear about it, after all.
There’s one thing at least that he’s sure he can say and do for now. They’d traveled together and they shared a world in common. He would trust her more than a lot of people. “I’d like the same… I’ll always count you as my comrade… as long as it remains fine with you, of course…” Kain knows he’s betrayed them all a lot. They have every right not to forgive him. He’s already sure that things would still be especially difficult with Edge, for instance. So Rydia would have every right not to trust him or want him around. It’s not as if they’ve ever even talked about the more distant past, what had happened at Mist. She has every right to dislike him. Yet she’s already interested in remaining allies.
“There are a lot of people to protect and horrible things to be fought here in this world. I’ll be glad to have you on my side once more.”
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Sorry, it was a long, long week"Well... we will have time? And you don't have to talk about it if you're not comfortable with it, really, we could start with, well, when you found yourself here. Even if a war betwee Gods certainly sounds impressive." She pauses for a moment "I'm glad you're no longer trapped in an endless war, thought..."
Poor Kain, he certainly had to endure his fair share of pain- not to mention he will eventually go back home only to find the maenads attacking and the planet being in danger once again. But him being in other worlds, that'd definitely explain where he has been for almost seventeen years, Cecil mentioned searching for him but no traces of the man until the second war. Oh, did it mean she was going to be missing from home too for an extended period of time? Rydia sighs and hugs her legs, Cuore is going to be fine, either someone in Mist will take care of her... right? To be honest the summoner should be more worried about the villagers considering the child's powers and how she still had to learn how to control them but-
"Mh-" she shakes her head and returns her attention to Kain, it's better think about different things, especially considering they're having one of the closest conversations they ever did "Silly you, as long as your heart is in the right place and you fight to protect those people it will be my honor to be at your side." There's an awkward pause "Doing whatever mages do in this world."
Oh... everyone already forgave him and even then Edge probably threatened of killing him out of grief and rage, their first journey had been everything but easy.
"The feeling is mutual, Kain. Even if you will probably have to teach me the ways of this place before I can actually be useful. I'm kind of used to feel a bit out of place, considering I was raised between monsters, but there are a lot of alien things here. Have you seen their..." Oh, what was that word again? "... horses?"
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No worries!!!! ♥"So am I... and I'm glad my memories were restored. I knew very little about home, about any of you... It was only constant battle. Though I got used to being on another world, and meeting others from distant worlds as well..." There were good parts to the war, the group had bonded considerably. Too bad that the constant struggle had been hanging over their head. Too bad it had ended permanently for some of them... but he doesn't want to frighten Rydia with certain details just yet. There will be time to talk about it later, he thinks.
Kain looks at her and gives a solemn nod. "Then I promise, I'll do all I can to be a worthy comrade once more. I swear this time I won't fail you." His mind has been free of outside influences at least, but there is still that inner darkness, something he has to fight against a lot of the time. But his struggles are his own, nothing to burden her over. He winces a bit when she mentions that part about mages. "This world's views of mages is unlike anything you've ever known. You'll have to be cautious... they fear magic and mages here."
He smirks, thinking of those peculiar animals. "I don't see why they couldn't ride something more sensible, like chocobos... but a few adjustments and you should be fine on a horse." He'd managed after someone gave him some tips.