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tony stark. ([personal profile] propulsion) wrote in [community profile] faderift2022-04-01 02:01 pm

war table: one giant leap.

WHO: Intrepid heroes
WHAT: Forging a path to the second Crossroads Gate, and then poking it with sticks.
WHEN: Late Drakonis
WHERE: The Crossroads
NOTES: n/a



armd: (big arm)

spacing

[personal profile] armd 2022-04-10 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Abby has graced the party to help lift things and then punch other things in the face, whatever is most needed in the heat of the moment, but even she can't stop herself from asking questions. Hard not to when occasionally every Warden in the area goes distressingly silent and turns slowly toward the Rift as a unit.

"... What does it sound like?" She asks, after this happens for the third time.
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[personal profile] doneisdone 2022-04-11 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes Teren a moment or so to realize she's been addressed, and then she turns toward the source of the voice, blinking confoundedly until the question's meaning worms its way into her mind.

"There are no dogs in the Deep Roads," she sing-says in a low, vaguely tuneless rasp, "dogs are too good for the Deep Roads. Darkspawn wish they had dogs for their search for the gods, but they don't, they're dogless in the Deep Roads."

[callbacks]
Edited 2022-04-11 23:34 (UTC)
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[personal profile] armd 2022-04-17 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
She's obviously not meant to understand it, so she doesn't try to, and maybe the Rift really does sound like that: broken songs, old memories. She shifts her weight, and hikes her pack up a little higher automatically.

"Why can't I hear anything?"
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[personal profile] doneisdone 2022-04-18 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because you're not Blighted, or a Warden," Teren explains bluntly, "and a lucky thing it is you can't, or we'd have a new problem on our hands."
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[personal profile] armd 2022-04-25 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Glad I'm not," for clarification, her hands descending almost haughtily to her hips as she squints at the Rift. Still. "Anything I can do to help?"