[OPEN] +1 Confused Grey Warden

[righteous]

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.

WILD CARD

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Temple

[awfulcer]

[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.

Outside Looking in

[konman]

[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.)]

temple

[ofnovalue]

-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.

[coiledscales]

[ (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.

Teleporting is Bad

[outofresets]

[ 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. ]