( closed ) PLAYER PLOT: STILL WATERS

[dashing]

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.

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[dashing]

Lupeó chuckles a little. The more perceptive ones are more difficult, and yet so often so much more rewarding. Their sharpness, that caution, can be rooted in terribly injuries.

"This is the future you're fighting for. A future where... magic can exist in the streets without mages suffering, and without others living in fear."

With a little shrug, Lupeó snatches up the apple, and takes a bite from it. "Your presence here does not mean a storm has to follow. You can simply... be."

[galvanising]

Nell frowns as the apple is plucked from her grasp, taken and devoured, just like that. She claps her hands together, twice as loud as the sound of the apple out of spite, but then keeps them clasped, looking around again at the town around them. The children at the fountain, the bits of ice catching the light before they meet the water. A mother's voice hanging on Ander's long vowels, lilting through the cadence that still lingers in Nell's own accent when she isn't careful. She wonders if that voice is meant to recall her mother, if it's been plucked from some inaccessible depth of her own memory.

Whatever.

She shakes her head, and keeps shaking it. "In the Anderfels? I'm not delusional; no mage would ever be safe here even if we win. No great loss, since it's a Blighted shithole. I wouldn't want to be here if I could." That she can't is implied, but then a demon hardly requires implication, does it?