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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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She nods, allowing him to take the sword while she puts most of her weight on her staff. Cullen's next words touch her lips with a smile, faint and fleeting.
"I do not think that I have time enough for that." She doesn't say I don't think I deserve to be a Grey Warden, nor does she say that she would find death something of a relief. Perhaps she'll see Carver for even a fleeting moment, if the marvelous things she's been told about death in this place are true.
"But I -- do appreciate the offer."
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She lived. So many realms where it didn't come to pass, but in hers she lived, and now Wonderland would take it away just like that? Like this? Cullen calculates their odds with clenched teeth. How likely for them to find a Grey Warden on time, how likely that they can do here what they can do at home? How cruel to make her struggle against both her will and the odds?
"Will you not try? Will you not- let me help you try?"
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The way that Cullen tenses up his face like that worries her, and although she really doesn't know if she has the strength to try, the fact that he's asking her to let him help her means that she cannot truly deny him. Although the smile she gives him is wane, at least it is there.
"If it would ease your mind." She's still doubtful that the Grey Wardens here will be able to do much more than suggest to Cullen that they put her out of her misery, but at least she would be passing the last few moments of this life with someone she considered a friend (at least where she was from).
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"Thedas couldn't claim your life. Don't let Wonderland succeed in its stead."
Once more it doesn't mean to her what it means to him, but Cullen knows no other world than the one without her. Hawke knows no world other than the one she left. A reprieve from that is one of the few mercies of this blighted place, and he'll do what he can to not see it end. What little he can do...
"Will you walk, or would you save your strength?"
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It's obviously important to Cullen that she not just give up in this moment, though, and she supposes she should try and keep him in better spirits until she potentially succumbs to the taint. It was motivation enough for her to nod, steeled for the moment.
"Right. Well, if we are to find a Warden and see what it is they can do for us, then I think I had better walk." She lets her eyes close for a brief moment, another fleeting smile touching her lips. "But you will have to forgive my slowness." And probably her lack of usual cheerful banter, not that he'd know much about that.
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One moment and nothing more, when he briefly leaves her supported on her staff. He gathers up his supplies, all he knows would be unwise to leave behind. Bedrolls, those were only ever a luxury to begin with. This is no place for sleep, least of all the comfortable sort.
(He glances at the screen of his communication device, and regrets that he did. It died a while ago, and he'd not been able to hear or reach anybody since. Of course it would, the one time he could find a use for it.)
Then he hurries to her side again, bracing as much of her weight as is possible. Wondering if he should have offered to carry her outright, if it would make them faster. He indicates one of the passages ahead.
"This was the passage I came from. Our best bet is to trace it back as long as we can." He nods at her staff. "I have torches left, but light would be welcome if you can manage."
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She leans on him as he moves back to her side more out of necessity than humoring him, as much as she'd hate to admit it, and nods when he asks for light.
"I think that I can do that." After all, fire had been one of the first things she'd learned to create as a mage. It isn't the most efficient to have the tip of her staff alight, but it is protected by enchantments.
As they start to walk, she can't help but ask. "Have -- you seen Garrett, by chance?"
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"If I-" In hindsight that question should hardly surprise him. He shakes his head. "Only on the surface, before the event began. Did he- come down here with you?"
But she didn't mention, and they would have had to split up. That would surprise him.
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"If you do find him, please try to keep an eye on him." Because whether he's being optimistic for both of them or not, she knows she's in no condition to look after Garrett right now. And then, because she feels it needs to be said, "And don't mention you -- helped me." Don't mention I'm going to die, she doesn't say.