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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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[He smiles a little, encouraging-- even if she didn't return to Highever full-time, that didn't mean she wouldn't have the chance to at least see it again.]
You want to restore the order in Ferelden, then? A noble goal.
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[ She smiles in return, then has to wonder, distantly, if Fergus had started a new family. Found another lady wife, had a child.
The smile is tempered, not as bright, but still there. ]
I'm told that I've been on a very secret mission in the Deep Roads. [ By Brennan, who knew all about the Calling... though, she doesn't know what Dorian's been told, so she leaves that detail out. ] And then we might work toward that end, yes.
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Ah, yes. Not quite so secret anymore, I'm afraid, though I think we all wish for you to find success.
[An end to that particular mission still seems to be a ways off, but the matter is an important one.]
I apologize-- it must be unnerving, to hear a stranger claim to know so much.
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[ It's what waits for her, too, unless, as Brennan's suggested, she can go out to find a cure. ]
Unnerving... yes, but I don't hold it against either of you. I would be much worse off without the direction you've both given me.
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[Opinions of the Grey Wardens tended to vary, but it was impossible to notice the way they were treated when there wasn't a Blight on-- as though they didn't exist, or as hindrances rather than the great help they'd been when Darkspawn had been erupting from every corner of Southern Thedas. His own stance tended to be a touch more neutral, and though he'd disapproved of the actions those Wardens at Adamant had taken and the path they chose to follow-- still, he understood.
Power was a tempting thing in most circumstances, and moreso when you were desperate. Desperation made people willing to believe all sorts of lies.
He doesn't go into it now, it's not fair to heap any of that on her, and instead he smiles, cautious.]
I assure you that Brennan will do whatever he can to make certain you feel at home here, at least as much as is possible. He's just that sort. I promise you, my lady, we are friends, not simply harbingers of an ominous future.
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[ She smiles a crooked smile. It's that exactly which brought her into the Wardens; her dying father had promised her in exchange for Duncan saving her life. At the time, she'd thought it not much of a deal at all, would have rather died with her family than lived alone (with the Wardens).
Now? After everything? She has to be grateful. And she is, despite the disparaging truths of being in the order. ]
He's done as much already. As have you. [ Robyn smiles brightly at Dorian. ] Though it's been hardly a day since I've been here, I feel already much more at ease.