Beleth Lavellan (
arlathvhen) wrote in
faderift2016-09-23 07:15 pm
Player Plot: I will call you home
WHO: Beleth, Cyril, Merrick, and Ellana Ashara, Thranduil, Sina Dahlasanor, Metaari, Sam Gareth, Kallian Endris, Alistair and Ruby i think??? whoever wants to go
WHAT: Keeping Up With The Asharas, the reality tv show
WHEN: Backdatedish, around mid-kingsway
WHERE: The Heartlands of Orlais
NOTES: OOC post
WHAT: Keeping Up With The Asharas, the reality tv show
WHEN: Backdatedish, around mid-kingsway
WHERE: The Heartlands of Orlais
NOTES: OOC post
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| Tel'enfenim, da'len Irassal ma ghilas Ma garas mir renan Ara ma'athlan vhenas Ara ma'athlan vhenas | Never fear, little one, Wherever you shall go. Follow my voice-- I will call you home. I will call you home. |
| Clan Ashara currently resides in a small valley nestled into the mountains, that seems idyllic for a Dalish clan. A stream runs through the valley, descending into a waterfall with the steep cliffs on one side, and sheer mountain walls going straight up on two other sides. The only way in and out is through a gap big enough to lead several aravels through. It's a defensible position, safe from any threats. Except the fade rift that has opened up just a little ways from the gap. The hunters can handle the demons spewing from it well enough, and there are always a couple stationed there to pick off whatever appears. But it's too dangerous to lead the aravels and noncombatants through, and thus, they are forced to wait. To compound the issue, there's a village close to where they're currently staying, and while both sides have kept to themselves, neither are pleased with the current situation. They've helped get a message to the Inquisition in hopes that someone will come take care of the problem, and now both are tensely waiting for something to happen to change the situation, for better or worse. And so the members of Clan Ashara, with their friends in tow, return back to their clan. |







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"Ma serannas. I think so too." She pauses, trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going. "It must have been quite the journey here."
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On the other hand, when was the last time Deheune changed her plans for the sake of anyone's convenience? Never. That would be, precisely never. Not even once, until now.
"Listen, though, these Rifts... Can the strangers really close them? I mean, does it work?"
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"Good," He says, heavy-voiced, "I'm sure the world looks different, when you can count on these things going away. But it's not so easy, for us."
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"Demons do come out of rifts, you know," He's shaking his head, momentary gravitas gone with the wind, "If they could make them bigger too, we'd be up to our eyes by now."
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Few enough resources to spare without tying up additional hands for scouting. Few enough maps without making the few safe routes they could count on into impassable, demon-blocked nightmares.
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But moving on. "Thranduil will be able to close it. I've seen these rifts be closed before."
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"Thranduil. He's..." Tall, elegant, slightly terrifying? "...Kinda intimidating. What can you say about him?"
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"That the world he's from has elven kingdoms, or at least areas of protection. He's the king of one of them. The elves there are highly respected, immortal, and have shaped the world in ages past. There are also humans, dwarves, and even a race called hobbits. But elves get along better with humans than they do with dwarves. I never really asked why that is." Something to ask him or Galadriel about someday, it seems.