WHO: Nicola + You WHAT: Fresh meat. And eventually old gross meat too. WHEN: Bloomingtide, pre-mod plot. WHERE: Kirkwall & the Gallows for now. NOTES: Putting open and closed things for all my dudes in here as I write them, so if you want to plan something with any of them, tap my shoulder about it.
Her prompt answer of, “Ancient elvhenan was full of showy cunts,” does not actually seem intended to be some kind of niche jest, but rather her extremely specific and strongly held opinion on the matter. The remnants of that lost empire that remain mostly try to kill them in ways that suggest a kind of creativity arm’s race that stopped being impressive around the third time a spirit that looked like someone she loved tried to convince her to kill herself.
Maybe if Arlathan was so fucking great it’d still be here, or at least left some kind of legacy beyond mostly things that arguably shouldn’t exist.
It may be fair to say that the particular nature of their work is a biased sample (of things that shouldn’t exist), but say what you will about the Chantry (and she will, at length): they mostly aren’t booby-trapped out the ass. What refreshingly mundane oppression it engages in.
“Here,” she adds, letting go of him to direct them forward, “these are the mirrors we control.”
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Maybe if Arlathan was so fucking great it’d still be here, or at least left some kind of legacy beyond mostly things that arguably shouldn’t exist.
It may be fair to say that the particular nature of their work is a biased sample (of things that shouldn’t exist), but say what you will about the Chantry (and she will, at length): they mostly aren’t booby-trapped out the ass. What refreshingly mundane oppression it engages in.
“Here,” she adds, letting go of him to direct them forward, “these are the mirrors we control.”