tdm 14

[hohnkai]

T E S T D R I V E

Survival is the exception "living is an act of courage." THROUGH THE INGRESS The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a rocky planet. Former crew of the Moira are there to greet you, and it’s a grim message they have to share. The Moira has crashed and is beyond repair, but there’s good news... the destination the crew has been heading towards for over a year? You’re standing on it. But before you get into exploration and survival, it’s best to deal with the effects of coming through a broken Ingress. ☄ slip and trip find your footing fast Coming through the Ingress has left your character with one of three changes - an age slip, a form of body horror, or an extreme weakness. The first, the age slip, will mean that the character is either older or younger and this change can’t be rectified during their first month in game. The second, body horror, comes in the form of an alteration to the character's body due to whatever they were carrying at the time they came through. If they were wearing a watch, it’s now fused to their wrist, clothes are permanent, knifes replace fingers, and many other alterations (anything goes) and it lasts the first month as well. The third, extreme weakness, can be a mental or physical decrease - weaker arms, legs, or the weaker ability to talk or do math. ooc: the choice of change is up to each player and this prompt can be game canon. ☄ introductions aren’t awkward as long as you don’t shake their hand too long A new planet. Physical and mental changes. Talk of a ship that crashed and a Hub that is home to the ‘creators’ of a technology you’ve never heard of. A lot is happening and the best way to sort through it is by getting to know the Moira’s crew. They’ll help you settle in and get you any care you might need, all the while informing you that the group is on its way to the center of the hub. Something that might seem mundane is an absolute necessity for survival. Ask a seasoned space traveling veteran for answers and guidance. ooc: this prompt can be game canon. ☄ dealer's choice just make the right one Characters have the option of coming through an Ingress that is any possible location on this planet. It can be inside a cave, at the top of a rock formation, etc. This means you can have your character have to climb or slide down, have them yelling for help, and have other characters see them and come to their aid. Your character's arrival is completely up to you, and since this is a unique situation that hasn't happened before, go nuts with it! ooc: this prompt can be game canon. OUT OF CHARACTER INFO FAQ | LOCATIONS | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS | NAVIGATION For mature or graphic content, please label. For questions, please direct them to the FAQ. As always, be kind and have fun!

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Cousland | Dragon Age

[escutcheon]

☄ introductions aren’t awkward

[ She's going completely damned insane. Yeah, it's not the most pleasant conclusion to come to, but all things considered, it just makes sense to roll with the punches for the present. Not being in a constant state of moderate pain courtesy of many, many broken bones is a luxury the Warden is content to appreciate for what it is.

Momentarily divested of her much beloved heavy plate armor, Cousland finishes rolling up her new uniform's sleeves to her elbows, sizing up the other occupants passing by with a steadily increasing air of suspicion.

Now, she's no mage of course - greatly preferring the simplicity of 'hit it with a sword 'til it stops being rude at you' - but still. Run into demons enough times and you start questioning the legitimacy of reality almost constantly in outlandish worlds just. Like. This. Sure, the walls are missing that specific kind of greenish cast that hints towards Fade dreams, but it's always better to be safe than sorry.

So, only after making a point to secure her shield and longsword on her back and hip respectively, she'll march right on up to the closest individual she can find - one hand raised in greeting. ]

A moment of your time, if I may.

[ From her tone, that really isn't a request. ]

☄ dealer's choice

[ A.k.a The Yakkety Sax Prompt

There is no doubt a breathtaking vista to appreciate in even the most bleak landscapes if you really look for it. Spires of rock against a cloudy sky, a winding stream nestled in the bottom of a ravine, etc etc.

It's somewhat less breathtaking when one has been plucked from somewhere stable and flat to be placed on a steep incline instead. Being given no more than a split second warning, Cousland naturally does the smart thing and attempts to right herself.





As in: pitching ass-over-teakettle down the scree and rock with an excess of dust, noise, and a steadily lengthening repertoire of curses in increasing volume directly tied to her rapidly increasing speed.
Maybe you're just passing through, minding your own business, or in a similar situation of unexpected relocation, but either way... probably want to dodge the Warden Express barrelling down the hill at you. ]

I'm so sorry for everything in advance

[crowkiller]

[He's been keeping himself busy on the ship, it's not all that difficult. However, when someone take away his weapons and his precious leather boots its only a miracles that keeping busy doesn't equal snapping necks in the dark. He knows the rules though, and he would rather not be abandoned on a strange planet when things at 'home' are still strange to him.

And then he hears a voice that makes him pause. It had that ring of stern, honorable, and merciful that was very familiar to him. He grins as he turns, a hand on his hip and his smile on widens when he sees it is exactly who the thought.]

For you warden, I have several moments.

MY BODY IS READY.

[escutcheon]

[ Stern, debatable. Honorable, kinda. Merciful....... you're really reaching now, aren't you?

This is the same person that jumps at the first opportunity to punch dragons in the face, so maybe "utterly bonkers fearless" might be better? But more in that "lacking the self preservation instinct they were born with" sort of way. Something to think about, at any rate.

As Zevran turns in place, Cousland can't help giving him an exceedingly deadpan stare for a moment or two prior to running a hand over her face - all weary resignation. Telling the difference between the genuine Antivan and a particularly clever Desire demon is a chore she's not really relishing at the moment.

The Warden just wants a few rounds of really awful beer and maybe some muscly men to ogle from a safe distance, dammit. All this Fade crap really isn't in her contract. ]

Right. Fair warning, I'm half convinced this is magey, fade-y tinkering with reality again, so. One hint of demons - just one - and I'm going to start breaking things.

Or people.

Probably people.

[crowkiller]

[Okay okay, maybe merciful isn't the exact word he is looking for. But she wasn't stupid, even if she should have killed him after that whole thing that happened between them. He chuckles at her response and he nods in agreement as his hands open to show he has nothing.]

Agreed, but I promise you that I have not seen any demons since arriving.

[Well.....almost none.]

Have seen darkpawn though, good thing you are here now.

[escutcheon]

[ Ah yes, that thing... he had his reasons, even if they are particularly depressing reasons, and 'glorious death by Warden' might at least sound impressive on one's postmortem list of accomplishments.
Cousland relaxes a little, giving him a rueful smile, and moves her palm from where it had been settled on the pommel of her sword - ready to draw at a moment's notice. ]

Of course there are. I can never just have a nice, relaxing, non-darkspawn-infested vacation, can I?

[ As long as there isn't a Broodmother somewhere. She'd NOPE out of the vicinity at the speed of light. ]

No sign of an archdemon, I hope. One heroic dragonslaying effort was quite enough for me.

[crowkiller]

[His mouth opens for a moment as a finger rises and his face twists into a look of displeasure. He really really wishes that he could say no...but he needs to be honest with her.]

I'm afraid not, Warden.

[The darkspawn and the archdemon were what caused the ship to crash. He hoped that they didn't survive, but only a Grey Warden can kill the tainted beast. Everyone knew that.]

I saw something that looked like the archdemon...I didn't stay to see if it actually was it though.

[But wait. One dragonslaying already???]

When did you fight a dragon?

[escutcheon]

When did--

[ UHHHH...
Well, I mean, technically there wasn't just one dragon. You know. Details. Anyway, the look she shoots his way is nothing short of utterly exasperated. ]

Which one? The crazy cultist god, the crazy shapeshifter, or Ser Blightywings Crazypants herself?

[ There's something to be said for Cousland's brand of utter irreverence when it comes to situations like these. ]