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sojournerdeep2016-09-23 10:50 pm
altus_pavus) wrote in sojournerdeep2016-09-23 10:50 pm
[Location: Arrival plaza] [Open] The night is long, and the path is dark...
It's a nice room, the one he wakes up in. He's stretched out on a lovely divan, clad in the most exquisite brocade. It's a room he could stay in for quite some time, given half a chance. It's certainly better than his current prospects - perhaps there'll be a warm bed to crawl into at the end of the night, provided they find a way back to the present time.
That is to say, not the present future they're stuck in. The horrendous future, where red lyrium spreads to take over entire wings of Redcliffe castle. Where one of his countrymen made everyone's preconceptions about Tevinter mages come true - one of the foolish mages who think the ends justify all means you can think of.
It's a big, hard, bitter pill to swallow. No wonder his head aches.
Come to think of it, he can't remember what happened after jumping through the vortex for the second time in so many hours. Time magic. Such horror. No one should have that power, but trust his former mentor to find a way...
He rolls his head side to side, back and forth, and only then gives the room a more enthusiastic once-over. It seems rather strange, aside from the lovely furnishings. It's like a box. Like a gift box you give to children, filled with miniature furniture and dolls...
Dorian doesn't enjoy the idea of being anyone's puppet, but the image sticks.
Further inspection reveals he has his staff, and a book is laid out on that table over there by one of the four walls (how peculiar: is it a ruse of Alexius's doing? Petty revenge for going behind his back? It doesn't seem like him, but Dorian has been wrong about people before).
[Welcome] says a disembodied female voice that seems to fill the entire room, and despite its soft qualities Dorian still half jumps out of his skin.
Seems like it will be a long night.
~*~
The first person will do, he tells himself. First human, dwarf, elf or qunari he finds will do - he'll ask what in Andraste's ashes is going on, and maybe then he can figure a way out of here.
Yes. That's a perfectly workable plan: assault the first unsuspecting poor bastard he finds. Excellent.
That is to say, not the present future they're stuck in. The horrendous future, where red lyrium spreads to take over entire wings of Redcliffe castle. Where one of his countrymen made everyone's preconceptions about Tevinter mages come true - one of the foolish mages who think the ends justify all means you can think of.
It's a big, hard, bitter pill to swallow. No wonder his head aches.
Come to think of it, he can't remember what happened after jumping through the vortex for the second time in so many hours. Time magic. Such horror. No one should have that power, but trust his former mentor to find a way...
He rolls his head side to side, back and forth, and only then gives the room a more enthusiastic once-over. It seems rather strange, aside from the lovely furnishings. It's like a box. Like a gift box you give to children, filled with miniature furniture and dolls...
Dorian doesn't enjoy the idea of being anyone's puppet, but the image sticks.
Further inspection reveals he has his staff, and a book is laid out on that table over there by one of the four walls (how peculiar: is it a ruse of Alexius's doing? Petty revenge for going behind his back? It doesn't seem like him, but Dorian has been wrong about people before).
[Welcome] says a disembodied female voice that seems to fill the entire room, and despite its soft qualities Dorian still half jumps out of his skin.
Seems like it will be a long night.
~*~
The first person will do, he tells himself. First human, dwarf, elf or qunari he finds will do - he'll ask what in Andraste's ashes is going on, and maybe then he can figure a way out of here.
Yes. That's a perfectly workable plan: assault the first unsuspecting poor bastard he finds. Excellent.