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[OPEN] +1 Confused Grey Warden

Who: Alistair and YOU (yes, you! come bother him!)
What: Arrived and confused.
Where: Melai Temple and the surrounding area.
When: Before the plot kicks in.

Outside Looking In

[It's not everyday you get dragged into some other world. Alistair was still fairly convinced he was dreaming. Perhaps in lieu of the final battle he had somehow managed to pass through the Veil in his sleep sending him into the Fade. It wasn't too much of a stretch to have that thought, though humans weren't meant to have any memories of their time in it if it was just from a dream.

Perhaps this would all be forgotten when he woke up. Though he distinctly remembers struggling to get any sleep. The knot in his stomach was very big and very annoying and prevented any useful sleep he needed.

He had been sat outside on a nearby rock, looking at the temple. He'd approached it earlier but something felt off. His sword oddly, didn't seem to appreciate it and it caused some discomfort to him also. So Alistair is sat there, every so often taking glances at the temple, then at the Mirror.]

Yep, you're still you.

[Small comforts at least... He rolls his eyes and huffs at his own stupidity.]

What to do... what to do...?

Temples bring back Odd Memories

[Having spent a lot of his upbringing in he Chantry, it was almost a recognisable setting. Of course this place looked a bit nicer than the usual places of worship back home, and the singing while slightly unnerving (where is it coming from!?) was extremely calming also. He didn't really want to be thinking about his childhood anyway...

He inhales deeply then exhales all at once. Something still felt odd and he couldn't put his finger on it but it wasn't as bad when the music helped to take his mind off it.]

Smells a lot nicer too.... Did I just say that out loud?

Teleporting is Bad (Woodland adventure! Kinda...)

[Alistair wasn't aware he was tied to a group at this point, and his instinct told him to explore the area. Maybe one of his companions could be found nearby. He wanders off into the woods, shouting their names to no avail. He'd almost given up when...]

Huh!?

[He felt an odd pull and a weird sensation as he ends up right back where he started, next to another would-be traveller such as himself.]

What... just happened? Did I bump into you? Sorry about that... I could have sworn I was-- No I was definitely in the woods just now.

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[Dixon shows up looking pleased with himself, whistling '9 to 5' as he idly swings a headless squirrel by the tail and hikes up the temple steps. He's getting better at this hunter-gatherer thing. This is the third dead animal he's brought for the group food stores this week, and this one he didn't even have to beat to death with a rock. The golden shield now strapped to his back has sides sharp enough that he used it for a clean kill.

He pauses when he sees a new person, then, either figuring they're not a threat or not caring, strolls on past him towards the line of clothing drawstring that's serving as a temporary place to hang up the kills before they're butchered, cleaned, cooked on a stick and meted out to the group.]

Well, I don't know what kind of shitheap you came from. [He's being crass, but he wouldn't be surprised if Alistair came from somewhere that would, in his mind, qualify as a 'shitheap'. He's already run into people from outer space and the Middle Ages here. He's gone numb to it. He still defines "normal" by his hometown's barometer, as if it were the middle of the spectrum from which everything else deviates, but how broad that spectrum is has grown exponentially and he doesn't worry about it anymore.]

Place smells like hell to me. [Dixon's been used to indoor plumbing and daily showers for a while now. People are starting to get a little rank, and their clothes have been taking enough of a beating in the river that everyone's looking scruffy and frayed. Cheap t-shirts and socks weren't made for the harsh realities of camping life. Dixon lucked out by coming in hiking boots and jeans, but some of the poor losers here showed up in Spandex or, bless their souls, full-suit body armor. At least Alistair looks like he's probably ready to last in the elements a little longer than that one kid in pajamas.]

You just show up? It's like we got a whole batch of new people rolling in.

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[Yep. Alistair was quite right to have regretted saying that out loud. Now he was attracting attention. It would seem it also wasn't the good kind of attention (if that exists here, he really hopes so...)

He raises an eyebrow at Dixon, taking a small glance at the dead squirrel he's carrying.]

I hear the place I come from smells a lot like wet dog. If the murdering elf assassin I was travelling with is to be believed. Which of course now I'm here I do kinda see what he was saying...

[Remember not to get side tracked Alistair.]

So this happens often then? People just... showing up confused? But yes I did just arrive. I'm honestly still convinced I'm dreaming...

[Dixon makes a snorting noise at 'murdering elf assassin'. He wonders if he should just start making up bizarre fantasy shit when he talks about his life, just to see if anyone ever stops him and asks if it's true. There's just so much suspension of disbelief that has to exist here.]

Been happening for the last few days or so, someone just pops up with no idea what's going on and teleports back here if they wander off too far. I'm guessing you got a whole message about saving The Green too, since the rest of us all did.

[He gets the squirrel tied. It dap-daps a few drips of blood onto the stone floor.]

You got a name? I guarantee you're not about to wake up any minute soon, so we might as well get to know each other.

[ Alistair frowns at the snorting, then brushes it off. Coming in and learning that there's people from all over, he's trying not to jump to conclusions so quickly. ]

Yeeeah I've kinda experienced all that. Guess the bright side is that at least we're not alone, though I'd much prefer to not be in this predicament at all...

[ He walks up closer, then he frowns again while looking at the squirrels. Mentally counting them though and being impressed that at least this guy was preparing well for the inevitable journey everyone was to go on. ]

Oh right of course, I'm Alistair and... is it okay for you to bring them in here? [ He points at them. He's not exactly big on religion and following rules, but he isn't sure if having blood dripping on the temple floor is disrespectful here or not. ]

Well, look at you, what with all your experience. [It's not that Dixon resents being thrown in over his head - he's actually quite passive about it - but he does resent that other people seem more oriented than he does. It's hard enough to keep up with others when they're all starting with the same deck, so to speak; he feels like he's playing two cards short of a hand and having to count cards.

Go figure that Alistair would be one of those people coming in with a hand full of flushes.]

Ain't a church, so I don't see why not. [Dixon's not the most religious man when it comes to Christianity, and when it comes to anything else he's downright dismissive and disdainful. Jesus Christ is just something everyone tends to where he's from, even if they don't always agree how; anything besides that is foreign and untrustworthy.]

[A brickjawed and muscular teenage boy wearing jeans and a T-shirt with a red S-shield symbol on the front passes by. He stops when he sees Alistair sitting there, huffing at himself and looking a little put out.]

[New guy, definitely. After that initial group, people have been trickling in for a while now. Alistair has an unfamiliar face and looks like he's having a very bad day.]

Hey, new guy, what's up? Did anyone explain what's going on? [A pause.] Not that we really know what's going on, but someone can at least explain what's up with the group and what we're doing next.

[They're trying to come together as a group. (Not that they can really be apart, thanks to that teleportation magic.)]

[What... what is this person wearing? That has to be the strangest clothing he's ever seen. Should he tell him? No that'd be rude, he doesn't know him and he was still trying to fi--- oh he's coming over well now this is awkward now he's trying not to think about it.]

New guy? Oh right me, yes well. Wait, new guy?

[He was no longer thinking about it, instead his thoughts were back to his situation. It was a... nice if not weird distraction from his thoughts at least. He furrowed his brow in thought.]

No, I'm afraid you're the first person I've spoken to. I just arrived here. This isn't real is it? This can't be real...

[The weirder part isn't Kon's t-shirt in and of itself, it's that he's so used to burning through his "S" t-shirts as a superhero costume due to battle damage that he buys the exact same design in bulk.]

Nope, totally real. A bunch of us all got dumped into this with only the vaguest idea of what the hell's going on because of those whispering voices in that weird leaf tunnel.

Some of us are used to this kind of thing - getting yanked around magically by either enemies or people too rude to just ask for help with something. But some of the people here have never done this kind of thing before.

[He's hoping what he's saying is making the situation seem more grounded and real. They're all displaced and confused but that means they're at least on the same page.]

I know it's pretty freaky but at least you're not alone? Whatever's going on, we can stick together and try to figure it out.

[ He rubs he head with his hand, he thinks he understands, but is also still so confused and with many questions. ]

So I'm not in any way still in my own... world. [ That was such a strange thing to say. ] And no one has any idea? That's not very helpful... [ He catches himself ] Oh I mean whoever brought us here, not yourself.

[he laughs in disbelief] So you're used to this? I don't think I could ever get used it. [ He stands up, turning towards Kon. He still can't understand the clothing... ]

Of course, working in groups is much more favourable. Two heads are better than one, or something like that?

-Ovelia had situated herself in prayer in the main hall of the temple, kneeling with her hands clasped before her. She may not have had much faith in the Church, but God still remained a guiding light in her life, and even in a strange new world, she saw no reason to not send her thoughts to them, particularly in a place as holy as the one she found herself within.

But... she couldn't help a slightly ignoble giggle, quickly covering her mouth, when the silence was broken by such a strange phrase.-

I fear it seems you have, sir.

[He scratches the back of his head, a nervous chuckle escaping him.]

Oh, excuse me. Haha. Didn't mean to interrupt you. No need for sir, Alistair will do just fine.

Twas nothing worthy of apology, Alistair. In turn, you may call me Ovelia.

You are as green as I when it comes to these lands, twould seem. Am I correct? -She turned fully to him at that moment, rising from her kneeling position to offer a polite bow.-

Nice to meet you, Ovelia.

[he instinctively returns the small bow] That is correct. I just got [gulp] swooped in here myself. Thought it'd be wise to take a look around, maybe get some answes.

Tis frustratingly little to be had at the moment, I fear. While these hallowed grounds do soothe my soul and my faith, they provide little in terms of information.

Twas a holy place, that is all I can really say. And what god or gods called this place home, though gone, left their essence behind.

[ (Un)fortunately for Alistair, he's teleported back to the temple and ended up next to what looks very much like a dragon. Alacruun has been quietly contemplating his next course of action and the interruption is not entirely welcome. But he's not in a terrible mood. Just slightly surprised that there's suddenly a human next to him. He swings his head over to give Alistair an appraising look. ]

Think nothing of it.

[ His voice is a deep rumble. ]

This place has very strange rules.

[He turns towards the deep rumbling voice, that's a strange sound coming out of a--]

Y-you're--!

[His hand instinctively grabs the hilt of his sword and unsheathes it in one quick motion, but a weird feeling comes over him as he drops it just as quickly, at least now he figured out why he was feeling odd. His bloody sword wasn't playing well with the temple. The feeling knocks him to the floor.]

Ergh! If I'm to meet the Maker now so be it, but I won't--

[His thought process is now catching up after his knee-jerk reaction]

Wait... You can talk? How!? What... are you? [He picks himself up, leaving the sword on the ground for the time being. He wasn't keen on picking it back up just yet. He's confused. This looks like an Archdemon, but he didn't... can't sense it like he usually would, or any darkspawn. But these were unusual circumstances.]

[ Alacruun watches, looking a little amused at Alistair's reaction. Which really isn't a pleasant look on a dragon, honestly, but it's better tha nanger or outrage in this case. His head cocks to one side and he leans in, nostrils flaring as he breathes out and then in, contemplating the sheer panic that's shot through Alistair. ]

Most dragons can talk. At least where I'm from. Although, to be fair to you, we still get reactions like that, so I'm not sure what difference speech would actually make.

[ There's a low, rumbling laugh that rolls up and out of his chest. ]

I'm not going to bite your head off, though. So do be careful with your sword.

[ There's still a twinge of concern over why his sword is reacting this way. If he needed to protect himself in future and something like this happened, he would need to think of an alternative. He was just happy he could at least attack somewhat with his shield. But that wouldn't be the best backup plan.

But his main concern was this dragon, and not a high dragon or an Archdemon. It was unusual and it could talk and he was oddly fascinated and still slightly terrified all at once. His heart was still pounding in his chest because his instinct is telling him This thing is dangerous but a part of him is telling him to actually listen to what it's saying. If it wanted to kill Alistair, he's pretty sure it would have shown that intent. There's a sigh as he calms himself down. ]

It'd be very useful if they could talk back home. Then maybe we could sort out our differences with diplomacy instead of all the killing and stabbing. [ There's a nervous chuckle, an attempt to change the mood. ]

My apologies it's just... back where I'm from, creatures that look an awful lot like yourself are... well they're basically bad news. And they definitely don't like to strike up a conversation. [ Well, not unless they are a shapeshifting crazy Witch of the Wilds at least... ]

[ He picks up the sword, and it takes every bit of effort for him not to drop it again from this weird feeling as he sheathes it, which is apparent in his expression. ]

Not... not sure what's going on with this blasted thing. I think being in the temple is causing some weird reaction with it... Erm, so... I'm Alistair, by the way. [ His now pulling a weird face, as introducing yourself to a dragon is not something you do everyday. ]

[ Alacruun, for his part, is finding the fear rather amusing. Mostly because he's something of an asshole, but also because it means he can still inspire fear in people. He relishes that. It gives him a little bit of power, even if he's going to try and put on a relatively friendly face for everyone. No sense in making too many enemies just yet, after all. Or killing people who might be useful.

That sort of thing. ]

Well, we can't all be civilized creatures, I suppose.

[ He inspects his talons for a moment, a low rumble echoing in his chest as he considers. His attention piques again when Alistair mentions that there's something going on with the sword. ]

Oh? I'm not entirely sure. I know there's something about this place that makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. I wonder if they're related. It might be worht considering or looking into, but... how long are we really going to be here?

[ Oh, wait, introductions. ]

Ah! You may call me Alacruun. A... pleasure to meet you. I'm sure.

[ One would think with all the teleporting shenanigans the group had already gone through, Imp would have been used to having people appear next to him by now. But nope.

A lifetime as a speedster who moved too fast for most people to really sneak up on him, left Imp ill-prepared for sudden surprises. So when Alistair spontaneously ports in near him, the kid lets out a startled scream and nearly trips over himself when he unconsciously jumps back away from him like a spooked animal. ]

[Alistair winces at the scream. He should have expected this kind of reaction but he didn't expect most things here, especially not teleporting]

Ow? My ears... [he rubs a hand along his right ear, pouting a little] Normally I'd say that was an overreaction but I suppose it's not unwarranted.

[a pause then he talks half to himself]

How did this happen though? I'm starting to think I'm going mad. [he turns to Imp] Did I say sorry by the way? I truly am. I really have no idea how this happened.

[ It takes a moment for Bart to settle back down, holding a hand to his chest, and letting out an exasperated sigh at the realization that, yeah, he definitely overreacted. ]

It's fine...just not used to people being able to- [ Did he really want to explain losing his powers to someone who literally just popped into existence next to him? ] Nevermind.

[Rubbing the back of his neck now, he looks a bit miffed with himself as he answers Alister.]

You must'a run into the border. There's some kind of magic keeping us all together. Get too far away from the rest of the group and [ He uses his hands to make a "poof" gesture. ] poof, you're teleported back with everyone else.

It can get pretty annoying.

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[OPEN] +1 Confused Grey Warden

Temple

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sorry it took so long!

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Outside Looking in

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sorry for the lateness of my tag!

temple

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sorry for the late tag!

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late tag, sorry!

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Teleporting is Bad

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