dashing: (♛ diogar.)
ᏂᏋᏒᎥᏗᏁ "ᏖᏂᏋ ᏦᎥᏝᏝᏠᎧᎩ" ᏗᎷᏕᏋᏝ ([personal profile] dashing) wrote in [community profile] faderift2018-04-01 03:33 pm

( closed ) PLAYER PLOT: STILL WATERS

WHO: Alistair, Herian, Myr, Nell, Prompto, Saoirse, Wren.
WHAT: ( Plot post ) Shady rumours concerning the Tranquil lead to a remote Circle in the Northern Anderfels. Its relative isolation from the rest of Thedas has prevented news from reaching the Inquisition sooner. Our crack team investigates.
WHEN: forward dated, around 21st-ish Cloudreach
WHERE: Salzklippe, the Anderfels.
NOTES: Content Warning for violence, murder, and other grim Dragon Age things. The grief demon threads in particular include themes of death, suicide, and gore. Please add additional warnings to subject lines where necessary.






Making the approach (group thread)
Into the catacombs (individual starters)
Discovering the lake (group thread)
Into the tower (individual starters)
Bossfight (multiple group-ish)
Later Stuff (individual starters)


FOR GROUP THREADS: in order to keep threads moving, I will be aiming to do a GM tag once every 24 hours. Don't worry about a strict tagging order, but please don't tag more than three times every 24 hours, just to make sure no one gets left behind.
byblow: (37)

[personal profile] byblow 2018-04-06 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Where—" Alistair says, and pauses, because he's just crunched several beetles underfoot and he needs a moment to be some combination of sorry and disgusted; "where would you rank darkspawn in there? Worse than the beetles, I assume. But better than the sandstorm? Right?"

They don't have to be close for him to sense them, and sensing them doesn't mean avoiding them. They can sense him, too. It's a matter of time. But on the up side, they can't sense anyone else. They won't know he isn't alone until they're here.

"Juuuust wondering," he says, though of course he's not.
crowncitizen: (All alone it was always there you see)

[personal profile] crowncitizen 2018-04-06 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Saoirse's appearance at his side prompts (ha) a smile out of Prompto, one that grows relieved as she chases the beetles away. But it doesn't last long as Alistair steps in (and on some beetles).

"That's a very specific thing to mention and compare to." Oh no, please don't tell him his fears about running into Bad Things down here are gonna come true. "Like, super specific and brought up out of nowhere and you're a Warden and that means there are freaking darkspawn coming, aren't there?"

...honestly, he'd almost take the sandstorm over them.
sulena: (79.)

[personal profile] sulena 2018-04-07 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
She cannot help scrunching her nose at the sound the beetles crushed under the Warden's feet make as he approaches. His question is met with a raised brow as she glances to Prompto out the corner of her eye as he talks, continuing to hold her hand out and letting the conjured fire offer some light to the darkness around them.

"Darkspawn are only slightly worse than the sandstorms," she says quietly. Quietly she looks around them, unable to really hear anything beyond the scurrying beetles and drips of water.

"Can we avoid them?"

She doesn't want to ask how many there might be. If they could avoid them then good but if not... well, perhaps it might be best to wait out the sandstorm than delve deeper into this cave.
crowncitizen: (and I've been blind)

[personal profile] crowncitizen 2018-04-10 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay so Prompto hasn't forgotten about the heavily hinted at threat of darkspawn, but something on the wall catches his attention. But then the light moves and the whatever disappears. Prompto gently takes Saoirse's arm - the one conjuring the flame - and moves it back until the writing's visible. He tries to make out the words. "For you, sung-we - song-weaver, one more I will - ah. Once more I will try." He glances at Saoirse, then Alistair. "Does that mean anything to you guys?"
byblow: (41)

[personal profile] byblow 2018-04-17 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"It means someone went looking for the Maker and wound up completely around the bend," Alistair says, ever so helpful, leaning in to look as well—not at the individual words, he trusts Prompto's ability to read, but the repetition. But maybe it wasn't the work of a single person. He certainly hopes not. "It's from the Chant."

No devotion there. Only nine years of involuntary religious training.

He hasn't forgotten about his own heavy hints of darkspawn, either. Hardly could if he wanted to. But he's pondering the question, can we avoid them—pondering and wondering at their numbers. He can't avoid them. That doesn't mean no one else can.
crowncitizen: (watching the sky fall)

[personal profile] crowncitizen 2018-04-21 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Prompto glances uneasily down the corridor towards the source of the sound. "...should we start... running?"