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entrancelogs2015-08-31 03:57 pm
heroica) wrote in entrancelogs2015-08-31 03:57 pm
( open ) in peace, vigilance
Who: Warden Cousland and YOU
Where: Outside (various)
When: 08/29
Rating: PG...?
Summary: The day Robyn arrives to Wonderland is very busy and very confusing.
( morning ; arrival )
[ It isn't Ferelden, that much she can tell. Robyn has spent her entire life in the place, knows its trees and air and people like the back of her hand. Not once has she traveled outside its borders (she's been to the Deep Roads, for Andraste's sake, but has never stepped foot outside of their fair kingdom). Well... that is, until now. Until they'd been discussing what would surely be the final battle, the clash against the Darkspawn hordes, against the fearsome Archdemon itself, and then...
This. She'd been alarmed, to say the least, but not panicked. After everything, it's hard to lose your cool at a simple change of scenery. All the same, she notices the plants, catches voices in the air that are distinctly foreign, and has to wonder.
Where am I?
She spends no time trying to figure that out, of course. The Warden, bow slung over her back, but dagger at her hip, moves quietly through the grounds. It'd be easiest to just speak with one of the natives and she's always favored a non-violent approach, when possible, but these are extraordinary circumstances. She hasn't felt this upended in a long time and it has to take some preparation. Not the usual (traps and such), but stealthy observation of the land around her and, if she's lucky, whatever people may be camped nearby.
"Camped," she thinks, until she comes across the mansion. The brunette stops dead, eyes wide and shocked; it hadn't seemed like any part of a town or city, but here is someone's estate, clearly, a bizarre structure that rises up from the grass like a jarring behemoth. ]
Maker's breath. [ But perhaps she's gaping for a moment too long... ]
( afternoon ; danger )
[ There is a wolf in the field beyond the gardens. It isn't just any wolf, however; the Blight Wolf will likely be alarming to anyone who is unfortunate enough to see the monster-like animal as it wanders through the grounds. Oddly, perhaps, the wolf doesn't seek out prey or attack and of the local animals or horses. It pants, sniffling around, exploring, but seems mostly without interest in anything living.
When someone crosses its path, the wolf lowers its head, bears its teeth, and growls. Watching. ]
( evening ; settling )
[ It isn't long before she makes camp. Well, a semblance of it, anyway; the young Warden rolls a log from the forest with some effort and leaves it on the outskirts. Following that, she arranges a series of stones, moving into the trees to gather firewood which she promptly deposits. Though a mage would make the entire process easier, she is alone at present, and lights a fire with a flint so that flames crop up between the twigs in bright shoots.
The mansion seems tame enough, her fears quelled for a time by the other she'd spoken with. It isn't her country, her world, even, or the Fade; that has anxiety prickling inside her like she hadn't felt in a while. It's so strange how easily the others seemed to accept it, too... and Robyn thinks, I've made it through worse, much worse, and contents herself with a short sigh, stretching out her legs before her. She's still sitting in full armor, though it's light enough not to be uncomfortable and, frankly, she finds it a great comfort to have the leather garb keeping her safe in completely uncharted territory. ]
Hmm. [ When darkness begins to fall, she wonders if she'd be better off inside the walls of the manor. She'd been told that it was safe, that there was food and warmth and a room for her, somehow. Well, they did bring me here. But something about it makes her uneasy and she's not in any hurry to leave the simple familiarity of the lonely camp she'd made in the grass of the very-foreign Wonderland. ]
Things can't ever be simple, can they?
Where: Outside (various)
When: 08/29
Rating: PG...?
Summary: The day Robyn arrives to Wonderland is very busy and very confusing.
( morning ; arrival )
[ It isn't Ferelden, that much she can tell. Robyn has spent her entire life in the place, knows its trees and air and people like the back of her hand. Not once has she traveled outside its borders (she's been to the Deep Roads, for Andraste's sake, but has never stepped foot outside of their fair kingdom). Well... that is, until now. Until they'd been discussing what would surely be the final battle, the clash against the Darkspawn hordes, against the fearsome Archdemon itself, and then...
This. She'd been alarmed, to say the least, but not panicked. After everything, it's hard to lose your cool at a simple change of scenery. All the same, she notices the plants, catches voices in the air that are distinctly foreign, and has to wonder.
Where am I?
She spends no time trying to figure that out, of course. The Warden, bow slung over her back, but dagger at her hip, moves quietly through the grounds. It'd be easiest to just speak with one of the natives and she's always favored a non-violent approach, when possible, but these are extraordinary circumstances. She hasn't felt this upended in a long time and it has to take some preparation. Not the usual (traps and such), but stealthy observation of the land around her and, if she's lucky, whatever people may be camped nearby.
"Camped," she thinks, until she comes across the mansion. The brunette stops dead, eyes wide and shocked; it hadn't seemed like any part of a town or city, but here is someone's estate, clearly, a bizarre structure that rises up from the grass like a jarring behemoth. ]
Maker's breath. [ But perhaps she's gaping for a moment too long... ]
( afternoon ; danger )
[ There is a wolf in the field beyond the gardens. It isn't just any wolf, however; the Blight Wolf will likely be alarming to anyone who is unfortunate enough to see the monster-like animal as it wanders through the grounds. Oddly, perhaps, the wolf doesn't seek out prey or attack and of the local animals or horses. It pants, sniffling around, exploring, but seems mostly without interest in anything living.
When someone crosses its path, the wolf lowers its head, bears its teeth, and growls. Watching. ]
( evening ; settling )
[ It isn't long before she makes camp. Well, a semblance of it, anyway; the young Warden rolls a log from the forest with some effort and leaves it on the outskirts. Following that, she arranges a series of stones, moving into the trees to gather firewood which she promptly deposits. Though a mage would make the entire process easier, she is alone at present, and lights a fire with a flint so that flames crop up between the twigs in bright shoots.
The mansion seems tame enough, her fears quelled for a time by the other she'd spoken with. It isn't her country, her world, even, or the Fade; that has anxiety prickling inside her like she hadn't felt in a while. It's so strange how easily the others seemed to accept it, too... and Robyn thinks, I've made it through worse, much worse, and contents herself with a short sigh, stretching out her legs before her. She's still sitting in full armor, though it's light enough not to be uncomfortable and, frankly, she finds it a great comfort to have the leather garb keeping her safe in completely uncharted territory. ]
Hmm. [ When darkness begins to fall, she wonders if she'd be better off inside the walls of the manor. She'd been told that it was safe, that there was food and warmth and a room for her, somehow. Well, they did bring me here. But something about it makes her uneasy and she's not in any hurry to leave the simple familiarity of the lonely camp she'd made in the grass of the very-foreign Wonderland. ]
Things can't ever be simple, can they?
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[ It's unabashed, earnest. She doesn't know him much at all, of course, but you can learn a lot about a person from two lengthy conversations. ]
I don't think any of us are prepared for what we're faced with. [ Who could be ready for the slaughter of their family with the Joining of the Grey Wardens on its heels? ] But we... adapt. And we do the best that we can.
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I apologize if that comes off as... I don't know. I suppose it's rather blasphemous talk from someone labeled as the Herald of Andraste. But I've seen some of the worst examples of what unchecked power has done to those in positions of leadership. The depths to which some of those in the Templar Order and even the Chantry had fallen to. Not that it's confined to them, not at all, but... It was still an unpleasant understanding to reach.
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The order does seem to be... getting out of hand.
[ "Please, you have to kill them. Kill all the mages. We're all in dangers."
She swallows, shaking her head slightly. ]
You're hardly heretics because someone says so. [ She would know; it's apparently another experience they share. ] And you're all doing what you think is right and working to save Thedas, besides. No one could fault you for that, and if they do... they're afraid. I'm sure that's why they fear you.
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[ His voice is softer now for a moment and his gaze goes distant, focusing on something else for the span of a heartbeat before he shakes it off and turns back to her with a warm smile. ]
But we've just turned this conversation unusually grim. Enough of that. It's getting late. Would you like to accompany me inside, my lady? Or do you really insist on sleeping out here all night by yourself?
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[ She hums lightly, thoughtful. At the question, she glances at him with a faint ruefulness. ]
It really is safe? [ Remember, Brennan, she's been wanted by a powerful ex-general lately. ]
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You have my word. You can come stay with Dorian and I until you feel more secure in finding a place of your own.
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Maker. I am not a hero. [ Robyn huffs, but deflates a little. ] ... All right. If it will set your mind at ease, then... thank you. You've been overwhelmingly kind and helpful and we've only just met.
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