[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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[righteous]

[ 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. ]

[coiledscales]

[ 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.