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[roseonthegrey]

[Alistair's smile is wide and joyous ]  

Wait, you mean to tell me that you're taking me from Ferelden- in the middle of a Blight- and giving me over to unknown danger and possible death? Well, hurray! Yippee! Let me go ahead and cancel nearly all of my plans, aside from the premature death, because it simply can't get better than this!



Oh wait, yes it can.

It can get entirely better than this.

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[ex_apostasy775]

Did you really have that many plans beyond battling darkspawn and most likely dying?

[roseonthegrey]

Oh, you know. See the world, stab people in it. That sort of thing. Maybe stop in between crises for a quick lunch at the pub.

There's something all...warm and fuzzy about knowing what is most likely to kill you in terrible ways, you know.

[ex_apostasy775]

Oh, come now, it might not be as bad as all that. Apparently somewhere out there there are whole cities dedicated to sex.

Though I'm sure you could still manage to be killed in terrible ways in one of those. Maybe even by the undead or by great big tentacles, if it'd make you feel more at home.

[roseonthegrey]

I'm sorry, but did you just say tentacles-?

With that?

What do they teach you in those Circles?!

[ex_apostasy775]

Oh, so many things.

But, in the specific case of tentacles, everything I know I learned from the Wardens.

[griffonenvy]

Look on the bright side. Certain death by something other than Darkspawn's bound to smell better.

[roseonthegrey]

[ okay that gets a smile out of him. a smile under protest, however ]

And here I was just getting used to it, too. Now I'll have to find a whole new type of blood to coat myself in.

[griffonenvy]

I hear dragon's all the fashion in Orlais. Though...Hm, that may have been Leliana's version of there, there now, come to think of it. It does stick to your armor, doesn't it?

[roseonthegrey]

Leliana wearing a perfume made of a slayed beast? Shocking.

[ he sighs, punching the bridge of his nose ]

Just when things we're looking up for us, too. There goes the whole mess.


And by looking up, I mean no one had yet to be impaled or tortured.

[griffonenvy]

Cheer up, Alistair. There's plenty of chances for us to be horribly dismembered out here, as well. Why, whole new and creative violent deaths may await us brave wardens in this realm of 'games.'

[This is why Elissa has to bribe her companions into loving her with gifts. This right here.]

[canigetyoualadder]

What could be better than constantly waiting for the darkspawn to descend upon you in the night to offer heaping doses of death? What is your mundane thinking?

[roseonthegrey]

Don't forget the part where we sleep on rocks and only eat spoiled meat on a stick! That part's my favorite!

[canigetyoualadder]

And here I thought it was the heart-to-heart chats with Morrigan.

[That's awful, Amell.]

[roseonthegrey]

Riiiiiiight. All those nights, sitting by the fire, listening to her plans of making orphans cry.

[proelior]

Surely Ferelden was filled with unknown danger and possible death? Unless things have changed drastically since I was home...

[roseonthegrey]

No, no. Entirely too known and too probable. It was almost cozy, really.

[proelior]

Ah, I see. So it's a call for different danger. Perhaps you should visit Kirkwall again - we have Quinari, bandits, spiders, dragons... Even some Darkspawn, if you get nostalgic.

[roseonthegrey]

I've yet to leave Ferelden, but the...whatever it is insists that I'll be making a trip sometime in the future. I suppose it's too much to ask for a hot bath and a fine cheese tray to be waiting for me somewhere between vicious slaughterings?

[wildness]

I have never heard someone protest their possible salvation so much. You realize that being away from the Blight may keep you out of enough danger that you could survive, yes?

[Oh, right. He's got that duty and heroic thing going on. Le sigh.]

Then again, some of these places have their own atrocities. Or so I have heard.

[roseonthegrey]

Oh, it's you.


[ and have a pouty face for a moment, Morrigan. ]

Ah, yes. I forget how often my safety nears your list of chief concerns.

[wildness]

Do we not aid one another on the battlefield? You act as if it is a foreign concept to me. Were you to fall, our Warden friend would have to face the Blight alone. I do not wish that on anyone.

[She's just being cheeky, seriously. If the end of Ferelden wasn't imminent, she really wouldn't care what happens to Alistair.]

[roseonthegrey]

Oh right. You zap a few darkspawn and suddenly we're the best of pals and your only agenda is in assisting the Warden and not throwing us all in some cauldron or something the moment our backs are turned, yes?

[spellmight]

Of course it can! We could hire some minstrels, find the finest ale around and take bets on how long it would take for Sten to end up passed out beneath the table.

[ she can't help but smile. ]

At least it's a chance to live a little before this premature death we're otherwise rushing towards.

[roseonthegrey]

You know, I think I would rather like seeing someone attempt to serenade Sten. What do you think? Maybe we get some cookies and cheeses to go with it. No use celebrating without a proper meal in our bellies.

[spellmight]

That would take a brave, brave soul. Would you be up to the task?

[ the image really is funny, but she doesn't laugh. too much. ]

Done. I've some coin to spare, thank the Maker. Just don't feed any to the dog.

I think he's developed a liking for cheese.