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Tweak says, "YOUR FACE."

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

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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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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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