inquisitor's path 1: well, shit

[dawnwillcome]

Who: Jove Lavellan
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: the marsiva
When: right now!!


Well.

[It's half breathless, half amused, and said with something of a strained grin. Why does weird shit keep happening to her. At least this time when she's waking up there's no chains around her wrists or incredibly intimidating women shouting questions at her. Her hand aches dimly, but it's nowhere near as bad as she's used to. She must be very far from home if she can't feel any rifts nearby.]

Could someone tell me what year it is? One moment you're jumping through a magical mirror and now here I am in... whatever this is.

I'm fairly certain it's not the Fade and I don't feel particularly dead.

[And then, more quietly,]

Cassandra is going to kill me.

Comments

[faithfulwisdom]

I cannot claim to share much of your culture, indeed from what little I have learned, it seems our peoples have quite different histories, but if you wish to exchange lore, I would be more than willing to do so.

[dawnwillcome]

[She's been cheerful, considering nothing about where she is makes sense, but now some of that is starting to bleed away. She'll talk about her people all day normally, but now? After the temple of Mythal? Everything leaves something of a bittersweet taste in her mouth.]

I'm afraid I won't have much to share, in that respect. Much of our history has been forgotten, and we... well, we seem to have gotten some things wrong as we tried to fill in the blanks.

[faithfulwisdom]

[Ah, he senses that shift in mood and he's sorry to have caused it. His brow furrows.]

I am sorry. I did not intend to bring up a sore point.

[dawnwillcome]

It's nothing you need to apologize for, though I appreciate the sentiment. We're trying to regain what we've lost, but it's been a very difficult road so far.

I hope you'll still tell me some of your own stories, despite me not being able to share quite as many.

[faithfulwisdom]

It would be my pleasure. And I am sure you have plenty of tales of your own adventures. A woman who has jumped through a magical mirror can't lead a dull life.

[dawnwillcome]

If you're very good, next time I'll tell you about the dragons.

[faithfulwisdom]

[Well, color him impressed.]

You speak in the plural? And I counted myself fortunate to have survived encounters with only one of the beasts!

[dawnwillcome]

I have friends who enjoy hunting them, and I've always been bad at telling them no when they've asked me to help them with... well, with anything at all.

What happened with yours? Nothing too perilous I hope.

[faithfulwisdom]

[Finrod just... stares for a good long moment in wonder and in awe.]

Dagor Bragollach was the first we saw of them- 'The Battle of Sudden Flame.' Glaurung, the father of dragons, lead the forces of the Enemy. We were no match; many elves fell that day.

To hunt dragon by choice- you are either the most courageous woman I have met or the most mad. [Maybe both]

[dawnwillcome]

[Hearing that, it's difficult to treat her own experiences with dragon hunting like they were nothing out of the ordinary. That's so many people to lose and to think she had just been bragging about her small group taking one down on their own...]

I'm sorry so many were lost, it's- it's truly terrible.

[The other bit gets a wry smile, though, and she ducks her head.]

I've been told it's a combination of the two.

[faithfulwisdom]

War is never kind. But thank you for your sympathy.

[And he gives a wane little smile in response to hers] Perhaps one trait requires the other.