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entrancelogs2016-01-21 10:51 am
heroica) wrote in entrancelogs2016-01-21 10:51 am
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( closed ) you've got the story all made up inside your head
Who: Warden Robyn Cousland and Commander Cullen Rutherford
Where: The first floor "armory"
When: Tuesday, January 19th
Rating: PG-13 for language (probably)
Summary: "You have to kill them all to be safe," he'd said. It was a decade ago for him and only months for her.
The Story:
[ There is a new room on the first floor.
Thankfully, the mansion has gone back to normal after its rainy, dangerous weekend in the woods. Though she'd herself insisted that she spend her first night in Wonderland out among the trees (to which the Inquisitor had objected), this 'event' had been almost fatal for the Warden. Robyn had gone out, thinking there was someone in need of help in the foreign forest, and almost wasted away at the base of one of the traitorous trunks. If the Courier hadn't found her-... but, he had, and she'd lived. Not everyone could say the same.
It's a relief to be out of the rain and the peril, then, because Wonderland's mansion is at least the devil she (thinks she) knows. Robyn lays a hand on the head of the dog at her side, removing it to swiftly braid it around her crown, when she hears the noise. Having been on her way to the kitchen, the Warden slows to a halt, peering curiously at a door she hadn't noticed before. Inside is, unmistakably, the sound of clanging metal, as if someone's stashed away weapons and armor within.
Have they finally built an armory? The brunette peers at Oren the mabari, who tilts his head in mirrored question. ]
Well, you aren't very much help. [ At the very least, she could take a look around as if there's anything to be had there that she couldn't get for herself from the closets. And it isn't someone's room, anyway, so it isn't as if she's just nicking other people's stuff. Because that never happens. So, briskly, the young Warden pushes open the door, glancing around, and the room is occupied.
Occupied by someone who probably should have locked the door, at least. It is an armory, to some degree, but there's also a man standing in the middle of it all stripped down to his breeches and moving to continue changing into, she guesses, some of the armor that's been strewn about. ]
Ah- Wait! [ Oren barks, as if trying to alert the stranger to not remove his pants, and trots over to the half-dressed man. Robyn, however, turns on her heel and shuts the door behind her with a snap. ]
Sweet Andraste. [ She sighs, exasperated, pressing her back to the door. Where do these people come from? ]
Where: The first floor "armory"
When: Tuesday, January 19th
Rating: PG-13 for language (probably)
Summary: "You have to kill them all to be safe," he'd said. It was a decade ago for him and only months for her.
The Story:
[ There is a new room on the first floor.
Thankfully, the mansion has gone back to normal after its rainy, dangerous weekend in the woods. Though she'd herself insisted that she spend her first night in Wonderland out among the trees (to which the Inquisitor had objected), this 'event' had been almost fatal for the Warden. Robyn had gone out, thinking there was someone in need of help in the foreign forest, and almost wasted away at the base of one of the traitorous trunks. If the Courier hadn't found her-... but, he had, and she'd lived. Not everyone could say the same.
It's a relief to be out of the rain and the peril, then, because Wonderland's mansion is at least the devil she (thinks she) knows. Robyn lays a hand on the head of the dog at her side, removing it to swiftly braid it around her crown, when she hears the noise. Having been on her way to the kitchen, the Warden slows to a halt, peering curiously at a door she hadn't noticed before. Inside is, unmistakably, the sound of clanging metal, as if someone's stashed away weapons and armor within.
Have they finally built an armory? The brunette peers at Oren the mabari, who tilts his head in mirrored question. ]
Well, you aren't very much help. [ At the very least, she could take a look around as if there's anything to be had there that she couldn't get for herself from the closets. And it isn't someone's room, anyway, so it isn't as if she's just nicking other people's stuff. Because that never happens. So, briskly, the young Warden pushes open the door, glancing around, and the room is occupied.
Occupied by someone who probably should have locked the door, at least. It is an armory, to some degree, but there's also a man standing in the middle of it all stripped down to his breeches and moving to continue changing into, she guesses, some of the armor that's been strewn about. ]
Ah- Wait! [ Oren barks, as if trying to alert the stranger to not remove his pants, and trots over to the half-dressed man. Robyn, however, turns on her heel and shuts the door behind her with a snap. ]
Sweet Andraste. [ She sighs, exasperated, pressing her back to the door. Where do these people come from? ]
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He debates another question, but truthfully there is something else he must discover first. No amount of answers will serve him before he knows more about the one who gives them.
Cullen looks pointedly to the door, and back at the woman who stands between him and it. ]
You say there are others from Thedas who would confirm what you say. If I would seek them out, will you let me pass?
[ Without battle, he hardly needs to clarify. Because try to pass he will. ]
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If I have it on your honor that you won't go attacking the people here without cause. [ Robyn says, finally. Oren pants heavily, looking between his master and the other, bigger Ferelden. ]
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Not without cause, [ he repeats, as much promise as it is warning.
Then he takes his first step towards the door. ]
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