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Alistair ([info]gryphonshield) wrote in [info]theconsolelog,
@ 2018-05-27 20:52:00

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Entry tags:alistair theirin, elissa cousland, morrigan, status: complete, status: open

WHO: Alistair, Elissa, & Morrigan (followed by Bastien & Kieran)
WHERE: Acorn Plains Way
WHEN: Right now
WHAT: Arriving in the Console and thinking it's a practical joke
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete




He doses off, gets a legitimate doze, and wakes up in what he can only guess may be a practical joke. Not everyone thought of the Wardens as people but especially in quiet times or that of extreme hardship--they were just as hardy and close of a family as one could get. And just the likes that would put Alistair in the middle of the Forrest while he was sleeping.

"Oh, guys, c'mon. I know I said we'd have to start rebuilding the fort and not just with haystacks but.." He muttered as he got to his feet. But wait. They had the sense to put him in his armor and--who dressed him? That was. A complete violation of personal privacy.

At least they had the good sense to leave him armed. With a small box of? What was it? "Maker's breath, where am I?" A slight rustle from a nearby bush and the longsword at his side was unshiethed, aimed pointedly at a walking....turtle. "Oh. Sorry." He'd never seen one of those before....


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[info]elissa_cousland
2018-05-29 06:34 am UTC (link)
Flemeth? Surely she'd misheard, given Flemeth was dead. She had seen to that herself and retrieved her grimoire for Morrigan. Clearly, there was a lot for Elissa to catch up on. "You have to tell me that tale," she said.

"Vacant? Where is this Princess Peach, another castle?" No matter, they needed a place to stay, the other questions could wait. Patting Bastien, she retrieved the coins he'd found. "Very well, Queen Elissa Cousland of Fereldon and company shall be staying until further arrangements are made."

"Probably a good idea not to inadvertently antagonize them, Alistair," she whispered as she walked past him. But that was why she was queen, having been raised in a noble lifestyle. And at least Kieran would get to stay in the castle.

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[info]swampwitch
2018-05-29 11:31 pm UTC (link)
Flemeth, Mythal, whomever she was - apparently an empty shell of a home for the old one, the protector and goddess. A powerful entity when it was merely a wisp had merged with a human like it was a pottery vessel, cracks forming, and who knew which end was up anymore.

"Many tales to be shared," Morrigan concurred smoothly, stepping into the castle once the toadstool let them pass - she'd given up her coins, of course, but could always come by more if need be. They needed a place to stay and this would do for now. "Once we...settle in."

It wasn't her home, but then again, did she want to be back in Thedas? That was the question. Right now, no. She wanted safety for her and Kieran, and it seemed relatively quiet in a castle guarded by whatever that thing was. "It does not seem so bad, does it?"

The scenery was picturesque, at least. Green grass, a moat, all those quaint things. And were those old books she smelled? This castle had a library.

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[info]gryphonshield
2018-05-30 12:32 am UTC (link)
Someone had no problems throwing their titles around..or being a little on the bossy side. This Elissa was definitely much different than the one from his “time”. Commanding the Wardens certainly didn’t hold the same air as commanding a kingdom, he was sure, and there was a reason he’d wanted to stay out of it. Thank the maker he had.

With a slight roll of his eyes he waited until the others hid filed in, taking one last glance behind them before going inside what was an impressively clean castle. Big. Open, quiet, but resourceful.

“You say that now, until we open up the pantry door and find snakes. And rats.” Though this certainly didn’t look the place. Alistair just didn’t believe in jinxing anything. There was too much they didn’t know and the rather large paintings of a princess, the fellows with giant mushrooms on their heads, and turtles were in a abundance. “Right. So I guess this is “camp” until we figure out what all this is, then.” He still had no idea about the strange box with knobs and coins he’d been given meant.

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[info]elissa_cousland
2018-05-30 12:29 pm UTC (link)
Yes,many tales to share. And at least they could do so in comfort. And some dealing with this odd convergence of different realms, if possible. Someone somewhere knew at least a little bit of what was going on, and Elissa wanted to know as much about the situation as possible.

Which necessitated the tossing around of titles. This was not a situation for subtlety.

"I'd rather not have rats in the larder," she said. "Last time that happened things didn't turn out too well." Though she did agree about it being a camp, at least temporarily, while the figured things out. "I don't know about anyone else, but I rather look forward to an actual bed and bath."

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[info]swampwitch
2018-05-31 02:24 am UTC (link)
"Bed and bath? How luxurious," Morrigan smirked, though she supposed that sounded nice as well. "Very well, then. Camp it is. I, personally, would not mind the snakes." But she adored all creatures of the animal kingdom - animals and plants, this witch held an affinity for both. Humans were rubbish, essentially.

Though she quite enjoyed Alistair's pessimism. It warmed the cockles of her ice cave of a heart.

Kieran had taken the funny device with buttons from Morrigan, and was studying the contraption, since she obviously hadn't a clue what it was. But she just let him, since it wasn't like she was planning to figure it out anytime soon. "Be good, mutt," she spoke to the Mabari - who was far too drooly for her liking. Alas. It too was a lifelong companion and friend, much like these humans she'd gotten stuck with.

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[info]gryphonshield
2018-05-31 03:00 am UTC (link)
“A bath? What’s that..” He knew he was the only one who’d find that little bit funny but he didn’t care. He’d gotten too used to being with the other Wardens who knew all too well that “bed” and “bath” for weeks on end meant the ground, a lake, or the rain. Skyhold was probably the last luxury he’d seen in some while.

But a real bed? That was about as rare as a bath. Maybe there would even be soap.

Now that they weren’t out in the open and Alistair didn’t have to look out for walking turtles or mushrooms who might come for his curious little son. He felt the slightest less tense. Slightest. He bent over to pet the Mabari, who was still ever bit all he’d remembered. Sometimes he was envious of the constant, unconditional companionship. “He’s a good boy, he’ll make sure there’s nothing in the larder, won’t you boy?” Seeing Kieran mess with the odd device Alistair stood to pull his from his back where his shield rested. Along with the odd coins they’d been given. “What do you suppose these are? I wonder what’s inside.”

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[info]elissa_cousland
2018-05-31 03:20 am UTC (link)
Bastien gave an exciting bark, Morrigan was giving him attention. The slight tilt of his head indicating he always behaved. "Something better than an old bedroll and a cold river," Elissa replied. "And something I haven't had the luxury of for far too long." As Warden Commander she was used to making do, but it was nice to have comforts on occasion.

Given the others had their odd device, she pulled hers out as well. "I'd venture a guess that it's something important, given that we all have one. Perhaps we'll learn more about them, assuming that anyone can answer questions here."

It was a better chance than trying to figure them out on their own, especially if Alistair decided to try to take it apart. She remembered well his fondness for playing with dolls. Or... figures, whatever he called them. She watched as Bastien lavished in the attention that Alistair was giving him. Spoiled thing. Especially since he had been her only companion the past months. She'd forgotten that he was a trained warhound, and at the moment, it seemed he had as well.

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