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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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Maker, he was right. It sounds entirely too odd, like that.
"--Hawke was, ah, raised in Ferelden, outside the Circle. I knew him in Kirkwall, for several years. You'll probably find at least one of them at the bar. I can speak to them, have them contact you, if you prefer."
He would prefer for Jowan to decline that offer. The greater his own steps in that direction, the better, though not wanting to wait on a chance meeting is hardly the greatest fault Cullen can imagine. He helps himself to a small piece of his own rations, then starts to pack up camp. Too much talk of their stay here already, when their search for an exit is not over yet. Not entirely, anyway...
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"But that's Tevinter!" he protests, trying and failing to help with packing up while simultaneously staring at Cullen like he's gone raving mad. "Do you want me to become a blood mage?! What if he wants me to summon demons? I don't want to be possessed!"
The Circle hadn't had a lot of information about Tevinter really, but pretty much all of it was that blood magic and demon summoning? Definitely happening all the time. And while Jowan's aware that the Circle and Chantry might be a touch biased about that, everyone knew that magisters were what mages shouldn't be. That a templar would actively tell him to talk to one was unsettling on a level he wouldn't have thought possible.
"Is this a test?" he asks doubtfully. "To see if I mean it about changing? There's not really a magister here, is there?"
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"We're not in the Circle anymore," he says as patiently as he can. "I won't test you, but whatever forces are at work in Wonderland well might. If what you told me is the truth, then you will need to gain confidence in your abilities, and you will need to do it without resorting to blood magic."
--Again, but Cullen spares the point. There is another to be made, and for it he stops packing, and makes sure to catch Jowan's eye.
"Dorian is a good man. He has rejected in Tevinter what you did not refuse in Ferelden. If anyone knows a better way, then it will be him."