[ Just hearing Anders' voice sets Carver's teeth on edge. If he's not careful, he'll grind them down to nothing and be relegated to eating just mush to get by. Still as annoying as ever. A shame different "worlds" can't change that. There is—he will relent internally to himself and only to himself—something different about him. But, now really isn't the time to ponder it. There are other, even more annoying, things at hand to be agitated about.
Never in his life did he think he'd have to constantly be repeating shitty news. What sort of nutcase pulled them all in from somewhere different but still the same? It's not right or fair. Less fair to shove him here having what knowledge he does have and barely anyone else retains. Of course, he could just be quiet about it, not share everything he knows but... Duty and honor gnaw away at his insides so he knows he'll be spewing out everything he knows.
For now, he even ignores snapping back at Anders in favor of just rubbing a hand over his forehead then pushing back through his hair. He shifts uncomfortably then just exhales a drawn sigh. ]
Don't have to ask them. I already know.
[ Where does he even start? Maker why is everything such a convoluted Maker damned mess? ]
All right. So. There was a Calling and everyone knows about it. [ His gaze slips over toward Alistair for a second but then just stares at a spot in the distance, not really looking at anyone. ] I don't even know where to—Okay. I guess I should start and say that the time I come from is 9:42 Dragon. In 9:34 something was happening in the Deep Roads that... involved my family. So, I was allowed to travel with my sister and it was kind of a disaster.
We fought our way down through mind controlled Carta and darkspawn through an ancient Warden prison tower. [ He glances at Anders quickly, remembering how the blasted fool had turned on them. As if they hadn't had enough to fight at the time. Bloody idiot. He doesn't say so, though. ] Once down there we— [ He pauses abruptly and wets his lips, ] There were Wardens down there, obviously. One of them—a Warden-Commander—was there. His name was Larius. He was half cocked out of his gourd from the Taint but helped us get to the bottom of the tower. More or less.
Turns out what was down there was an old Tevinter magister-darkspawn called Corypheus. An extremely powerful one that holds influence over Wardens. [ He looks at each one of them then, hoping the implication is met with that. ] So, you can probably tell where this is going. He'd been imprisoned there since the first Blight and the seals were weakening. We didn't know until then, but Larius apparently forced my father into blood magic to reinforce the seals—hanging threats to his family over his head so he'd do it. [ His temper flares at that, remembering hearing the story and feeling his gut twisting and wanting to rip the sodding arsehole's throat out himself. But, now isn't the time for that so he just shakes his head. ] Another Warden, Janeka, wanted to free Croypheus to use against the darkspawn until she realized he was too powerful for anyone to control. She wound up killing Larius before we—my sister, [ he opens his mouth to say a name but abruptly closes it and changes track; ] —two others, and me—fought Corypheus.
He was dead. We saw it. All of us. But, Janeka never made it back to the Wardens. None of the Wardens with her made it back. Later that same year the Wardens sent a small unit to go investigate what happened. Because I'd been there, I went along. We only found more questions. Though, it became apparent soon enough that Corypheus didn't actually die. The sodding bastard possessed bodies. After we killed him, he jumped to Janeka's body and that's why she was never heard from again. He was determined to rip the world apart by going to the Black City and had support from various places in Thedas. Because of what he was, he was able to produce the false Calling. Every Warden heard it. Plenty were scared about it and did as his supporters bid. Which kind of turned into a fucking mess and involved blood sacrifice and a demon fucking army.
[ Nearing the end, he sighs again and lifts his shoulders in a helpless sort of shrug. ]
Don't know how it is for the Inquisitor here, but the one where I'm from exiled the Wardens from Orlais after a battle ensued at Adamant Fortress. Sodding qunari. I wasn't there, but already on my way to Weisshaupt, which is where everyone eventually made the trip to as far as I know. I'd been there for a while before I showed up here. And that's... about it, I guess. [ a beat ] Oh, he's dead now, Corypheus. Real this time.
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Never in his life did he think he'd have to constantly be repeating shitty news. What sort of nutcase pulled them all in from somewhere different but still the same? It's not right or fair. Less fair to shove him here having what knowledge he does have and barely anyone else retains. Of course, he could just be quiet about it, not share everything he knows but... Duty and honor gnaw away at his insides so he knows he'll be spewing out everything he knows.
For now, he even ignores snapping back at Anders in favor of just rubbing a hand over his forehead then pushing back through his hair. He shifts uncomfortably then just exhales a drawn sigh. ]
Don't have to ask them. I already know.
[ Where does he even start? Maker why is everything such a convoluted Maker damned mess? ]
All right. So. There was a Calling and everyone knows about it. [ His gaze slips over toward Alistair for a second but then just stares at a spot in the distance, not really looking at anyone. ] I don't even know where to—Okay. I guess I should start and say that the time I come from is 9:42 Dragon. In 9:34 something was happening in the Deep Roads that... involved my family. So, I was allowed to travel with my sister and it was kind of a disaster.
We fought our way down through mind controlled Carta and darkspawn through an ancient Warden prison tower. [ He glances at Anders quickly, remembering how the blasted fool had turned on them. As if they hadn't had enough to fight at the time. Bloody idiot. He doesn't say so, though. ] Once down there we— [ He pauses abruptly and wets his lips, ] There were Wardens down there, obviously. One of them—a Warden-Commander—was there. His name was Larius. He was half cocked out of his gourd from the Taint but helped us get to the bottom of the tower. More or less.
Turns out what was down there was an old Tevinter magister-darkspawn called Corypheus. An extremely powerful one that holds influence over Wardens. [ He looks at each one of them then, hoping the implication is met with that. ] So, you can probably tell where this is going. He'd been imprisoned there since the first Blight and the seals were weakening. We didn't know until then, but Larius apparently forced my father into blood magic to reinforce the seals—hanging threats to his family over his head so he'd do it. [ His temper flares at that, remembering hearing the story and feeling his gut twisting and wanting to rip the sodding arsehole's throat out himself. But, now isn't the time for that so he just shakes his head. ] Another Warden, Janeka, wanted to free Croypheus to use against the darkspawn until she realized he was too powerful for anyone to control. She wound up killing Larius before we—my sister, [ he opens his mouth to say a name but abruptly closes it and changes track; ] —two others, and me—fought Corypheus.
He was dead. We saw it. All of us. But, Janeka never made it back to the Wardens. None of the Wardens with her made it back. Later that same year the Wardens sent a small unit to go investigate what happened. Because I'd been there, I went along. We only found more questions. Though, it became apparent soon enough that Corypheus didn't actually die. The sodding bastard possessed bodies. After we killed him, he jumped to Janeka's body and that's why she was never heard from again. He was determined to rip the world apart by going to the Black City and had support from various places in Thedas. Because of what he was, he was able to produce the false Calling. Every Warden heard it. Plenty were scared about it and did as his supporters bid. Which kind of turned into a fucking mess and involved blood sacrifice and a demon fucking army.
[ Nearing the end, he sighs again and lifts his shoulders in a helpless sort of shrug. ]
Don't know how it is for the Inquisitor here, but the one where I'm from exiled the Wardens from Orlais after a battle ensued at Adamant Fortress. Sodding qunari. I wasn't there, but already on my way to Weisshaupt, which is where everyone eventually made the trip to as far as I know. I'd been there for a while before I showed up here. And that's... about it, I guess. [ a beat ] Oh, he's dead now, Corypheus. Real this time.