( closed ) PLAYER PLOT: STILL WATERS

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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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[byblow]

Alistair isn't surprised to see him, can barely remember that his voice might not have sounded that way a moment before. And Duncan has been dead for so long now that the face, built out of Alistair's memories, may no longer be accurate. It might be kinder and less exasperated, and a little too old, because when he was twenty Duncan's forty seemed ancient. And Alistair knows better, he knows better, he knows better—

"I lost your sword," he says. His voice wavers.

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"Oh." Duncan's mouth twinges very slightly, just a little sideways jerk, before he smoothes over his beard. For long moments he is quiet, considering before speaking, though that silence seems more reflective than unhappy.

"Tangible reminders of the people we have lost have value, but they are not the only thing." Gently, he lays a hand on Alistair's shoulder. "The Wardens themselves should give you memory enough. That was how we met, and the brotherhood through which we are still bound. As the Wardens endure, so too shall we."