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entrancelogs2016-03-21 02:41 pm
noble_son) wrote in entrancelogs2016-03-21 02:41 pm
[OPEN][Arrival]
Who: Nathaniel Howe & OPEN
Where: The Mansion
When: Nowish
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary: The worst thing is he actually has some dignity to lose.
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By the time he makes it to the mansion from the forest edge, Nathaniel has stopped panicking. He heads for the building as the one source of apparent civilisation in the entire place, slowing his pace as he walks through the gardens and draws closer to the grand entrance doors.
It's here that he hesitates. The last that Nathaniel can recall, the Battle of Kirkwall was over and they were carefully picking up the pieces of their fallen comrades. The Chantry was in ruins, the Knight-Commander was dead, First Enchanter Orsino was dead, the Gallows courtyard was littered with fallen templars and mages and such a stench of blood.
Then, he'd been in a forest. A breeze had ruffled through his hair while the scent of death faded in moments and from that moment he had considered himself Fade-bound. What other explanation was there?
Nathaniel pushed open the mansion door, fingers drawing tight around the body of his bow. If there were demons to be found here, then he would face them.
Where: The Mansion
When: Nowish
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary: The worst thing is he actually has some dignity to lose.
---
By the time he makes it to the mansion from the forest edge, Nathaniel has stopped panicking. He heads for the building as the one source of apparent civilisation in the entire place, slowing his pace as he walks through the gardens and draws closer to the grand entrance doors.
It's here that he hesitates. The last that Nathaniel can recall, the Battle of Kirkwall was over and they were carefully picking up the pieces of their fallen comrades. The Chantry was in ruins, the Knight-Commander was dead, First Enchanter Orsino was dead, the Gallows courtyard was littered with fallen templars and mages and such a stench of blood.
Then, he'd been in a forest. A breeze had ruffled through his hair while the scent of death faded in moments and from that moment he had considered himself Fade-bound. What other explanation was there?
Nathaniel pushed open the mansion door, fingers drawing tight around the body of his bow. If there were demons to be found here, then he would face them.
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Still, he settles back against a counter, arms crossed over his chest as he watches Nathaniel's surprise at finding what's inside.
"The strangest sort. And impossible, apparently, if you listen to any of the mages from our world. But there you have it. Wonderland's own brand of making things comfortable for us. It responds to what we crave or wish for and gives it to us. Short of sending us home, of course. But the closets in our room work the same way - you can get almost any item out of them."