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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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[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.]

[OPEN] +1 Confused Grey Warden

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