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Enter the Warden
Who: Revas, Cullen, and other Dragon Agers, possibly?
What: Revas arrives at the arena. She's not happy. Adventures ensue at the Dragon Age cave.
Where: Near the Dragon Age hideout cave
When: Early in the fourth week
Warnings: Swearing, probably discussions of violence
Revas had been kidnapped, drugged, and woken up in unfamiliar settings more than once, which was more times than she had ever wanted this to happen to her. She had to give them credit where credit was due, no one else had managed to inform her that she had been dragged some kind of kill or be killed blood bath of a game, then dumped her in the middle of an icy hell pit armed only with her sharp tongue and these foreign clothes. She plucked at the clothes as she tried to gather her surroundings. Not armor by any means, and she felt naked without the heavy metal that she usually wore (made especially for elves, after her attempt to don the armor made for the shems). All of this thoroughly unnerved her, and she would have found comfort in some sturdy steel standing between herself and this hostile new environment.
She stood around for a moment, scoping out the area. But the wind was bitterly cold, and it didn't take long for her to begin to walk. Whatever was going on, she would have to figure it out in a warmer place than this. Especially if what they had said was true, about other people trying to kill her, as she would have to kill them, in turn. Well, she had never been stingy about taking lives to protect her own. Though she would like to have a better idea of her situation, and the way that they had called this--What was it? A hunger game. Some game.
It wasn't long before she heard a voice...but a voice she recognized. A man's voice ripped through the frigid air, and Revas whipped around to face it, her face as though someone had punched her. "Alistair!" She shrieked, as the man's agonized cries continued. He had been brought here--Someone had already caught him, was already hurting him. She picked up her feet, racing through the tundra as the man continued to scream in pain, begging for help. She had to hurry, had to find him, save him from whoever was trying to kill him for this stupid, crazy game.
She had arrived at the beginnings of an expanse of caves, when she stopped to breath, and look around. The voice always seemed so far away, no matter how hard she ran. Panting, she rested against a tree, when the scream sounded again. Directly above her. Slowly, she looked up, to see a large black bird. Each time it opened its beak, Alistair's wretched scream would ring out. A rock was quickly located, and chucked at the bird with all her strength, only to have it fly off, still singing its terrible song. She groaned, anger rising in her stomach, and looked around, trying to comprehend what was happening, why she was here, why that bird was shrieking with her beloved's cries of anguish.
"What in ANDRASTE'S FLAMING TITS is going on here!" She demanded of the tundra air, shouting despite the danger. She gave the tree a good kick, which did absolutely nothing, save sting her toes a little. She slumps against the tree in temporary defeat. Catch her breath, then get her bearings, and maybe kick more things. A solid plan, all together.
What: Revas arrives at the arena. She's not happy. Adventures ensue at the Dragon Age cave.
Where: Near the Dragon Age hideout cave
When: Early in the fourth week
Warnings: Swearing, probably discussions of violence
Revas had been kidnapped, drugged, and woken up in unfamiliar settings more than once, which was more times than she had ever wanted this to happen to her. She had to give them credit where credit was due, no one else had managed to inform her that she had been dragged some kind of kill or be killed blood bath of a game, then dumped her in the middle of an icy hell pit armed only with her sharp tongue and these foreign clothes. She plucked at the clothes as she tried to gather her surroundings. Not armor by any means, and she felt naked without the heavy metal that she usually wore (made especially for elves, after her attempt to don the armor made for the shems). All of this thoroughly unnerved her, and she would have found comfort in some sturdy steel standing between herself and this hostile new environment.
She stood around for a moment, scoping out the area. But the wind was bitterly cold, and it didn't take long for her to begin to walk. Whatever was going on, she would have to figure it out in a warmer place than this. Especially if what they had said was true, about other people trying to kill her, as she would have to kill them, in turn. Well, she had never been stingy about taking lives to protect her own. Though she would like to have a better idea of her situation, and the way that they had called this--What was it? A hunger game. Some game.
It wasn't long before she heard a voice...but a voice she recognized. A man's voice ripped through the frigid air, and Revas whipped around to face it, her face as though someone had punched her. "Alistair!" She shrieked, as the man's agonized cries continued. He had been brought here--Someone had already caught him, was already hurting him. She picked up her feet, racing through the tundra as the man continued to scream in pain, begging for help. She had to hurry, had to find him, save him from whoever was trying to kill him for this stupid, crazy game.
She had arrived at the beginnings of an expanse of caves, when she stopped to breath, and look around. The voice always seemed so far away, no matter how hard she ran. Panting, she rested against a tree, when the scream sounded again. Directly above her. Slowly, she looked up, to see a large black bird. Each time it opened its beak, Alistair's wretched scream would ring out. A rock was quickly located, and chucked at the bird with all her strength, only to have it fly off, still singing its terrible song. She groaned, anger rising in her stomach, and looked around, trying to comprehend what was happening, why she was here, why that bird was shrieking with her beloved's cries of anguish.
"What in ANDRASTE'S FLAMING TITS is going on here!" She demanded of the tundra air, shouting despite the danger. She gave the tree a good kick, which did absolutely nothing, save sting her toes a little. She slumps against the tree in temporary defeat. Catch her breath, then get her bearings, and maybe kick more things. A solid plan, all together.