sirenspull | Escape 01

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[It takes some fumbling around, but eventually Anders thinks that he does have the strange magical amulet working like he was told that it would. Well, presuming that this isn't a strange plan to make him feel like a fool, that is. He does wonder that part a little as he clears his throat and offers a bright smile to whoever might be watching him.]

While I'm still rather new to this whole 'kidnapped from everything you know' bit and trying to get used to it all, one thing I can tell is when a healer might come in handy. Now I might be reading this wrong, but it seems like there's a bit of an illness going around, yes? I haven't had the chance to find out much more than that, but... I'd like to help, if I can.

[He shrugs and his smile edges just a little towards being nervous.]

I don't know what sorts of opinions people have on mages and magic here either, but hopefully no one's about to go running to the Chantry to turn me in? Or at least be the type to give a man a head start first, I hope.

[It feels strange to try and talk to something that can't answer so, with a sigh and a small amount of fumbling with the amulet, Anders manages to turn off the feed.]

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--There is no Chantry here, my friend. Not like the ones in Thedas, at least.

[This one is an elf. Tattoeed face, Dalish armor, ridiculously handsome.]

No Chantry? You mean they're not here at all, no templars or anything going to come after me?

[The hopefulness that brings out temporarily overrides the interest in this new person, though he'll certainly get there sooner or later.]

The templars would have their hands full here, considering it is a prison for everyone with - how is it they call it? - special abilities.

They say if you are but an ordinary person, you will find some new, strange power awakened within you.

Their hands full and quite a bit of anger, I'd say! Maker, everyone in the city with some kind of magic or ability... It's hard to imagine what that must be like, let alone how it's even possible.

[He grins at the elf, noting that the tattoos don't seem like the ones of the Dalish that he's seen, nor is the accent anything close to what he'd normally hear in Ferelden. It conjures images of warm cities and just the right amount of danger to make life very interesting and often, if people weren't careful, very brief.]

So does that mean you have an ability as well? Other than being dangerously attractive?

It is said this place was much like a Circle in days long ago. People were sent here by boat and left to their own devices. Then the Core started behaving strangely, there was a disaster that makes monsters come out after dark, and the Core started Pulling people here.

[Let it not be said that Zev was inattentive when finding out more about his new prison, even if he had not been provided what he really wanted: a hint on how to leave.]

--Believe me, between my good looks and my many skills, I need nothing more. [Zevran has fun being a Badass Normal.]

It doesn't sound that much like the Circle other than the whole looking people up here against their wills, I have to say. No templars watching you all the time or making you go through Harrowings... Give me a Circle like that any day.

[He laughs.] Although I'd probably still try to leave. I don't really like being locked up.

[Which goes for here as well, though he'll wait until he's found out a little more information before trying anything.]

I wouldn't mind hearing a little more about these monsters, if you don't mind. Are they anything like the darkspawn? Have you seen any of them?

The ones I have seen more resemble shrieks than anything else. Though some are like animals with insect parts, or flying things... While they resemble darkspawn, the way they move and the sort of corruption they spread is different than the ones I have fought. The darkness creatures also get quite a big bigger. [Yes, against all advice Zevran had decided to face the darkness himself - more than once. He's had quite enough of it for the time being, though. If it safer to travel by day, then he will do his best to only travel then.]

Like the darkspawn, they almost seem to have and endless supply. Except even if you clear out an area of this or that menace, they will be back in the same numbers the next day.

[Anders listens careful, his smile slowly fading as he takes note of Zevran's descriptions. So much for thinking he'd somehow ended up kidnapped to a city of people with magic and the entire thing turning into a pleasant stay.]

Because what we really needed are darkspawn that return the next day. [He sighs.] Well I suppose they told me during the Joining that there'd be no going back. The work of a Warden is never done.

A Warden? [Zevran raises an eyebrow.] Where did you say you were from, exactly? [Because that accent sounds Ferelden, and he is clearly not one of the two remaining Wardens Zevran is currently traveling with. How strange.]

Ferelden. The Warden Commander conscripted me not too long ago, stopped the templars from taking me back to the Circle again. Probably for the best as well. Rylock seemed rather upset about the whole thing, said she was going to try and get them to hang me. Can you imagine, wanting to hang someone like me?

Tch tch. Your neck is far too pretty for a rope. [He shakes his head a little, sympathetically. If that argument actually ever worked, he'd use it to stop the Crows from slashing his throat, but, alas.]

I know not this Warden Commander. Last I heard, all but two of the Grey Wardens in Ferelden died in Ostagar.

Isn't it just? Hanging just seems like such an overreaction.

[Especially since he'd been innocent of what Rylock had claimed, but at least the Warden Commander had believed him there. Anders brightens a bit at the topic, though what Zevran knows seems strange.]

That was months ago! The Warden Commander was one of those two Grey Wardens, yes, but that was before defeating the Blight and everything. Are you from so far away that you didn't know the Blight was over?

--It is only just beginning, and I am helping the Warden gather armies in order to fight the archdemon. [It seems as though that information is irrelevant here, so he gives it freely.]

It is defeated, then? At least in your time.

[If it helps at all, Anders seems just as confused on the matter as Zevran is.]

Is that really possible? For someone here to come from before someone else--

[He realises then that it might also explain how Fenris knew his name, but why the elf didn't feel like telling him anything else, Anders can't imagine. He doesn't mind telling Zevran that the Blight was over, after all. It's good news, isn't it?]

The Archdemon's gone, yes, but there was a little trouble with the darkspawn after that. That's why the Warden Commander - the one you probably know as just a Warden - had to recruit more of us.

It must be, for there is no other explanation, no?

[Why bother to worry about it? It is what it is, or if it isn't, then he knows no better.]

Tell me... I don't suppose you heard the fate of a certain handsome elf assassin who acted as companion to the amazing Warden?

You mean you're the 'pointy-eared pipe-cleaner' assassin that Oghren was talking about? He did say that the Commander seemed to have a habit of recruiting people that tried to kill him. I didn't realise I'd ever get to meet you, though.

[Still smiling, Anders continues.] The Commander didn't talk too much about anyone from before, bit busy with cleaning up the last of the darkspawn and I got the impression that some people had just... disappeared somewhere, but I think there was a mention of you heading off to settle a debt in Antiva. That's all I know, I'm afraid.

Ohgren? [Zevran repeats the name. Sounds dwarven. Then again, they are destined for the Deep Roads. And he does know he'll have to face his past sooner or later, never the type to run when he could end a fight.

As for the Warden Commander...] Surely you do not mean Alistair? There's talk of him becoming King. [Which is sort of a bigger title than Warden Commander, though that, perhaps, suits him more.]

You haven't met him? Lucky for you. His smell alone can probably haunt you for years.

[Anders shakes his head in surprise.] No, King Alistair isn't who I meant. He was the one who allowed me to be conscripted, though, so I owe him as well. No, I meant the Warden Commander. Surely you must have met him?

The other surviving Warden is the female heir to Highever, the Cousland girl. I was unaware of there being any others. [Could this have been some kind of lie or trap after all? How could Anders have gotten such a simple fact wrong? His deadly sex goddess hardly hid the fact she was a woman, after all.]

What? [Anders' brow furrows and he's clearly just as confused about this as Zevran is.]

No, he's definitely male, an elven mage as well. We were in the Circle together, though we weren't particularly close. Are you certain you have the right Warden?

[Which really is odd to ask since there were only two of them from Ferelden but... Anders can't think what else is going on.]

I accepted the bid on two warriors, a man and a woman, whose veins ran with both noble and darkspawn blood. Indeed, I cannot forget her face when she decided to spare my life and bid me to be of use of her - even if I could, I would never want to.

[Zevran is strangely solemn about this, suddenly.]

Perhaps it is one more trick of this place. Or perhaps you are lying to me for some reason. Time will tell. [He gives a satisfied little twist of a smile.]

Or you could be lying to me, trying to get onto my good side or something. It could go both ways, you know. [Though really, his voice makes it obvious he's pretty certain it's nothing like that.]

But if it is something to do with this place... could that mean that we're both right? How can there be different versions of the Commander that aren't even the same race?

[Zevran just gives the mage a look like And why would I do that? though, to be fair, Anders appears to have about as much reason as Zevran does to lie about who he is. That is: none whatsoever.]

I once overheard Alistair saying Duncan looked for recruits all over the place. Highever, the alienage, amidst the Dalish, he even looked among the dwarves...

[He shakes his head briefly.]

Well, I have no reason not to believe you. I suppose this will make reminiscing about your past and my future awkward, so, let us not speak of it further.

[Because frankly this is all beyond him.]

It might be a little awkward, yes. Not that it wouldn't have been odd already, I suppose. Although... this noblewoman you knew does sound like she'd have been worth meeting. Maybe you could still tell me a tale or two of her some time?

Only if you tell me a tale or two of this elven mage. [He smiles.] So you will be at the newcomer clinic? While I have not yet caught the sickness... I may find myself in need of you sooner or later.

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