faderift | A Cruel Twist of Fate [closed]

[Mingle, socialize, etc. The good stuff.

Some may note that Twisted Fate is a little more anti-social than usual, looking introspective and hasn't been particularly talkative. Very unlike a man who likes attention so much.]

[As the group continues further north, it does become a bit colder. Frost bites at the grass and trees, threatening a winter to arrive and snow everyone in.

Twisted Fate is careful to help guide the group through the thick of the woods, and undoubtedly the other Dalish elves can assist all the same. Those of roguish qualities and trained hunters will absolutely note that there is no lacking of traps in this forest. Clan Frandruil is protective, and it shows.

They will find the Serpentine River, wide and winding through the foliage, the water roaring. Eventually, the camp is found, and the elves have mixed reactions.

An older elf, undoubtedly the Keeper, approaches in front, standing before the Inquisition agents.

She greets Twisted Fate with a bit of coldness to her voice:] Andaran atish’an.

[He frowns in response, and says nothing.

Now is an opportunity to either interact with Keeper Shoshanna, or attempt to socialize with the clan or find out more.

Or perhaps check to see how well Twisted Fate is managing being home again.]

[Sometime after parting from the clan, it's an opportunity to see the village before dealing with the rift.

The villagers are all human, and they are incredibly wary at the sight of all the elves. Nonetheless, their shops are available and they're ready to talk, if need be.]

[Conveniently, its location is somewhere between the village and the clan's camp, out in the field. Slowly, snow begins to drift from the sky.

Are you ready for the demons coming through?

It's fighty time!]

[The villagers and elves alike are grateful that the rift is sealed, but the time has come: the humans are still upset with the elves, and the Dalish are was untrusting as one might expect, and then some.

Will you argue on behalf of the Dalish? Perhaps the villagers?

Or find a way to help them both?

Perhaps decide among yourselves before making the ultimate choice, if you can, and behold the consequences.]

( No pressure or anything, Ruby. No need to panic. It's not like you're the only person here with a shard, or anything.

For all the concern about not wanting to let anybody down, not wanting to see anybody get hurt because of her again, Ruby keeps her cool. There's more tension in the way she moves, her usual bright smile is gone, but Ruby is ready. First thing, though, before she even starts to disrupt the rift, Ruby hurls a collection of elemental grenades towards the demons. )

Let's do this.

( More to herself than to anyone else, as she raises her hand up towards the rift. )

Right!

[Having fought alongside Ruby before, Korrin is comfortable having her back. She wastes no time in casting Barrier over them both and anyone close enough, before blurring over toward the nearest, biggest demon and slicing at it with her spirit blade. It may seem ironic, but in the heat of battle she's far more at ease than she's been during the entire rest of the trip. This, she knows.]

[Not Dalish or even an elf, Korrin leaves the socializing to her elven companions. She's less at ease than she was among the last Dalish clan visited, as the tension is contagious. So she'll turn her attention to finding Fate while others speak to the Keeper and her people. Maybe he'll be more forthcoming than she would expect on the road, surrounded by everyone else.

Wherever she finds Fate, the Vashoth woman comes up behind him -not attempting stealth- and rests a hand on his shoulder. She glances down, expression grim and sympathetic.]

So, how badly do you want to punch something?

[It's a good thing Korrin isn't an elf, then, isn't it? Perhaps. Well aware of how humans often perceive her kind, the Vashoth woman nonetheless hopes that her apparent outsider status will be useful. While shopping, she'll take note of anyone who seems approachable and see how they respond to inquiries on the the rift, the elves, whatever they'll tell her.]

[Nerva isn't particularly talkative either, but that's not as unlike her as it is unlike Fate. For the most part, she takes up the rear guard - forever vigilant - but when they camp she tends to stay near Fate, even if they aren't talking. She wouldn't call it hovering, exactly, but she is totally hovering.

She has also being spending extra time polishing her armour, and for some reason the closer they get to camp, the more intimidating she seems to look...]

[Nerva does not speak to the Keeper, but she recognizes her. The recollection of her brief time among them has come back hard and fast and she recognizes far more faces than she cares to admit.

Remembers far more than she wants to.

But she made herself a promise - she's here for Tobrevas, not for herself, and when the Keeper finally turns her back, dismissing them, she's already at his side, a hand just pressing against his shoulder, steady and firm.]

[This is one thing she can do, for him, without making things a hundred times worse. So she goes to the village, alone, from a different direction, to see what she can learn about their dealings with the Clan.

Her armour gleams, imposing and impressive, as she enters the small tavern and orders wine. Wine, and a silver piece for anyone willing to answer her questions about demons.]

[ In contrast to their fearless leader, Sera is all kinds of talkative. Mostly, at the moment, about how utter shit that being sick business had been. Demons, she tells you.

Demons.

But there's also some fine bits on how much pine smells unnatural and hoping there's a good tavern in the village. Someone may also be waking up with a few newts in their bedroll. Just so she stays sharp while away from Skyhold. ]

The polishing your armor bit's not supposed to be real polishing, yeah? Just a line. 'Lemme in your tent, I'll polish it good.' Ha!

[There's all this silence and brooding and hovering going around, but Sera is apparently choosing not to acknowledge it. She'll just plot next to Nerva by the fire one night, shaking her head at all the literal, non-fun armor polishing going around.]

[This was the worst. Sera knew the story without anyone opening their mouths, so she wasn't much for chatting with the grown up locals. Fate wasn't being the right kind of elf, Dalish were perfect innocents and it was all the human's from five million trillion ages ago fault, blah, blah.

Fate has his own little harem of Skyhold ladies following him about though, so unless he stumbles on her she's ready to let it be. Rather she wanders over to the only people with any actual hope in this hopeless mess: the bitty elves. Until she's shooed away for corrupting their innocent little minds, she juggles daggers and tells stories about any place not The Woods- including (possibly very exaggerated) stories of the Adventures Of Fate The Room Stealer. Maybe one day they'll take a page from Fate's book and go take a look around and decide what kind of elf they want to be on their own, instead of just swallowing the Keeper's load whole.]

Tavern!

[ She's sprinting. Wariness was all fine and good, rifts, demons, dalish. She got it. But more important Sera getting back to civilization and earn a little good will towards their group through some liberal application of coin. ]

[Nerva glanced up at the voice, to watch Sera plop herself down, pausing in the polishing for a moment.]

In order for something to be used as innuendo, the action had to exist in the first place. And in this circumstance, one action will be much more useful than the other.

Demons don't care how shiny your bits are. Just stick the swords in. Then more time for the fun kinda chest polishing.

[She roots around in her bag for a sec, then pulls out some snacks to heat up over the fire.]

[In a way, he kind of appreciates the newts, because it's close enough to the sort of thing he'd do. Only, really, he likes using slugs by comparison.]

So did you spend all night running around collecting them?

Nerva.

[She's hovering. He knows she's hovering.

But he isn't unappreciative of it.]

You'll be fine when we get there? I suppose if I'd known sooner, I might have reconsidered asking you.

[The touch makes him look up, and he's relieved to look at Korrin's face. Selfish as it was, he's glad he asked Korrin, Zevran, and Nerva to come. Maybe it's ridiculous he needs three people for morale support, but he doesn't regret it.

He snorts a little.]

I'm not much the punching person, really.

That said, on a scale from one to ten? Ten. Absolutely a ten. [He sighs and rubs his face.] They don't even have to say anything. I know what they're thinking. It's always the same.

Don't forget to include the part where the vengeful owner of the room took her first step of vengeance.

[He's terribly amused to see Sera interacting with the children. Fate left so long ago that it's impossible to know these children; he left before they were even born, after all.

But he sees what she's doing, and Twisted Fate greatly approves.]

Better snatcher than that! Just some of it. Can't sleep with all this loud broodin' going around.

[Him she could get. If she had to wander back to the Dalish she'd be down right sulking. But the templar was being a bit of drag. And the rest all were thinking things too hard.]

Better get to some demons soon.

Why am I here?

[It's spoken quietly for her to hear, frustrated. He knows ultimately why, and maybe he doesn't owe them anything, but here they are.

Here he is, looking into the faces of the clan who--

Tobrevas sighs.]

Terribly sorry. I'll try to take the brooding down a few notches. Might scare off any other newts you're trying to collect, anyway.

[It's not typical for him, but it's a bit hard not to.]

Oh, don't worry. You'll get your wish soon enough. Might even liven things up around here.

A Cruel Twist of Fate [closed]

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ARRIVING: THE SERPENTINE RIVER - CLAN FRANDRUIL CAMP

ARRIVING: THE SERPENTINE RIVER - KALADOUN VILLAGE

THE RIFT

ELVES VS HUMANS: THE DECISION

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Sera OTA

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