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entrancelogs2016-05-05 08:10 pm
morework) wrote in entrancelogs2016-05-05 08:10 pm
[OPEN] He's searched the surface for an exit.
Who: Cullen Rutherford & YOU
Where: The Deep Roads
When: 5/5 to 5/9
Rating: up to R for violence
Summary: Cullen is a loyal collector of the Worst Things in Thedas series, but for over ten years the Blight has steadily eluded him. Now Wonderland is finally giving him a chance to complete his ensemble.
The Story:
5/5 - ( Closed to Anders )
The day is a nightmare long before Cullen hears the news. Shards of glass in his veins, where the lyrium ought to be. He doesn't rise from his bed before noon, before the living cards' strange appearance makes sense. Then he laboriously packs supplies, because all he knows is this: Something rose from the ground last time, something rises from it now. If the surface doesn't hold answers to their prison, then perhaps the space below will.
And he knows he can't do it alone. Couldn't, not on his better days. Not even when he's halfway out of pain's grip by the afternoon. Cullen makes a point of standing up straighter when he walks up to the fourth floor. He knows exactly which group of people he must ask, but the specifics make him question his own choice. There are others, he reminds himself, even as he stops in front of the mage's room.
Is saving room on torches really worth this? he asks again, but his hand is already a fist, and makes three sharp knocks against the door. Cullen swallows down the urge to announce himself. He'd rather see that door open once, before it gets slammed in his face again.
A) 5/7 - Tunnels
His steps sound remarkably small on the smooth floors of those massive roads, until a cave-in blocks the path ahead. With no way through the rubble he takes to a side passage, narrow tunnels dug through the rock. He barely rounds the first corner, when he hears the sound of a fighter - and sees the number of darkspawn no man ought to fight alone.
The leeway for strategy is narrow. Cullen charges ahead with a booming outcry, and lets his sword and shield clash together challengingly. "Over here!"
He sees the spawn turn his way, some more readily than others. The strategy, apparently, is this: Divert their attention, and hope that two of them will be enough to stand against the group.
B) 5/8 - Camp
Alone the campside brings neither rest nor relief, but needs must as much as they can. He risks a small fire, and tends to his wounds. Negligible, save for his arm, where an emissary's lightning seared its mark into his flesh. He slathers on some of the ointment he brought, and wraps it in what little clean cloth he has left. Good enough.
Cullen breathes a quiet sigh, and leans back against cold stone. Eyes and ears focused intently on the darkness he reaches for the rations in his pack.
C) 5/? - ???
[ Prompt me! Cullen will be down and available in the Deep Roads from 5/6 to the very end of the event, so encounter him wherever and however you like! Prose or brackets are fine, contact me if you'd like me to set up a starter for you. ]
Where: The Deep Roads
When: 5/5 to 5/9
Rating: up to R for violence
Summary: Cullen is a loyal collector of the Worst Things in Thedas series, but for over ten years the Blight has steadily eluded him. Now Wonderland is finally giving him a chance to complete his ensemble.
The Story:
5/5 - ( Closed to Anders )
The day is a nightmare long before Cullen hears the news. Shards of glass in his veins, where the lyrium ought to be. He doesn't rise from his bed before noon, before the living cards' strange appearance makes sense. Then he laboriously packs supplies, because all he knows is this: Something rose from the ground last time, something rises from it now. If the surface doesn't hold answers to their prison, then perhaps the space below will.
And he knows he can't do it alone. Couldn't, not on his better days. Not even when he's halfway out of pain's grip by the afternoon. Cullen makes a point of standing up straighter when he walks up to the fourth floor. He knows exactly which group of people he must ask, but the specifics make him question his own choice. There are others, he reminds himself, even as he stops in front of the mage's room.
Is saving room on torches really worth this? he asks again, but his hand is already a fist, and makes three sharp knocks against the door. Cullen swallows down the urge to announce himself. He'd rather see that door open once, before it gets slammed in his face again.
A) 5/7 - Tunnels
His steps sound remarkably small on the smooth floors of those massive roads, until a cave-in blocks the path ahead. With no way through the rubble he takes to a side passage, narrow tunnels dug through the rock. He barely rounds the first corner, when he hears the sound of a fighter - and sees the number of darkspawn no man ought to fight alone.
The leeway for strategy is narrow. Cullen charges ahead with a booming outcry, and lets his sword and shield clash together challengingly. "Over here!"
He sees the spawn turn his way, some more readily than others. The strategy, apparently, is this: Divert their attention, and hope that two of them will be enough to stand against the group.
B) 5/8 - Camp
Alone the campside brings neither rest nor relief, but needs must as much as they can. He risks a small fire, and tends to his wounds. Negligible, save for his arm, where an emissary's lightning seared its mark into his flesh. He slathers on some of the ointment he brought, and wraps it in what little clean cloth he has left. Good enough.
Cullen breathes a quiet sigh, and leans back against cold stone. Eyes and ears focused intently on the darkness he reaches for the rations in his pack.
C) 5/? - ???
[ Prompt me! Cullen will be down and available in the Deep Roads from 5/6 to the very end of the event, so encounter him wherever and however you like! Prose or brackets are fine, contact me if you'd like me to set up a starter for you. ]
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"These are the Deep Roads, or- a place remarkably similar to it." Judging from all he knows, all he has been told. He's not set foot in the ones underneath Thedas himself. "The creatures here are called darkspawn, be wary of the corruption they spread."
He takes a look at the other man, but he doesn't seem any worse for wear. Good. Surprising, too. He seems dangerously underdressed for battle.
"Did you encounter any of them yet?"
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He hunkers down into a crouch, rifle laid out across his knees. Not putting that down now that he knows there's a potential for more than just an utterly painful death. Now there's the potential for an utterly painful death plus infection. Oh goody!
But he taps the rifle he has in hand without looking up, choosing not to raise a fuss. "Nothing I can't handle."
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Cullen used to wonder about how much truth there was to the verses. With Corypheus he has begun to wonder again. But down here in the tunnels the truth is superfluous; what matters is not how they came to be, but how to survive them.
Which seems of little concern to the other man, and Cullen doesn't think it will bode well for his odds.
"I can tell you which tunnel I came from, and as much of the way back as I can recall. I have supplies left to share if you have need of them, but that is all I can do."
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"I'm good. I'm - oh goddamnit." He utters a low groan and puts his head in his hands. The rock's showed up again, nestled next to the fire, staring up at him soppily with those absurd googly-eyes. "Back again, huh? Fuck you."
He knocks it into the fire with the toe of his shoe and turns back to...Commander Cullen. Wow, what a title.
"A way out would be pretty great, I won't lie."
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Somehow Cullen imagined them taller.
"Was that- the sound from before? What is it?"
He stares into the flames curiously.
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The last word is directed at the rock in question, which has reappeared and perched itself right beside him, regarding him balefully.
Alex thrusts out a hand to gesture at it furiously, as if to say, see what I mean?
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"The necklace, may I see it?"
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So he sighs, and offers it out.
"Here. Any idea what this thing does? 'Cause I don't."
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"This is incredibly valuable," he says, and traces the lines of enchantment with his finger. "This sort of amulet senses grievous injuries to its wearer, and releases a healing spell to counter the damages. This one is especially finely made, too."
Cullen hands the amulet back to Alex.
"It will shatter when its magic is used, but you should keep it close until then. It will serve you well."
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"Huh. Guess that is useful. Thanks." He sounds genuinely surprised that Wonderland would cough up anything of use to him, but hell, maybe he's been kicked in the teeth enough to have some good karma owed his way.
He waves a hand vaguely in Cullen's direction. "So what're you, then? Some kinda...wizard-knight Gandalf type?"
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"I'm not a Knight-Enchanter," he says matter-of-factly, and thinks the solid blade at his side would give it away. No, he's suspected it since meeting Captain Rogers: People here are- really not very good at making the distinction.
(Gandalf, doesn't he know that name from somewhere?)
"I serve the Inquisition of Thedas now, but I used to be a member of the Templar Order." Will that tell the man anything? He adds: "We are not mages, but we are familiar with the nature of magic."
Will that tell the man anything? If it does not, the explanation serves well enough. If it does, Cullen is sure he will add his own opinion in no time.
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Alex stretches, rolling one of his shoulders with a flippant disregard for whatever jargon Cullen just carefully explained.
"So what's a wizard like you doing down here then, huh? Got some kinda fancy quest item to grab or something? Did an elderly woman give you a mysterious prophecy or something?"