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[closerift]

" this is cecily trevelyan of the inquisition.
i cannot be reached at the moment, but if you leave your information i will reply quick as i can. "

Comments

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

Well, I said 'go fuck yourself' so that made them unhappy enough to put me on their list. Worth it, though.

What'd you do to piss them off?

[Voice]

[closerift]

Ah, excellent. They do love language being spat at them.

[ Apparently. ]

Honestly? I'm not sure what it was. Probably about the same thing as everyone else. You know, mouthing off.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

If I was put on a hit-list every time I mouthed off, I'd be dead countless times over.

I'd conscript them, but only you and maybe Cole would get the joke.

[Voice]

[closerift]

Is it possible you already are and don't know it yet?

Ah. Well, if only other people here respected the authority of the Wardens. ... Or of anything, really.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

If you're implying this is the afterlife, I gotta say: I'm not impressed.

Ha! That hardly happened even in Thedas, I don't expect it here.

[Voice]

[closerift]

Neither am I. I hope the Maker's bosom is a little more pleasant than Hadriel.

Oh, well, wait until I tell you more about the Wardens of the future. They're very pushy. ... No offense meant. To you.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

...did they get themselves banished again? Because I told them they needed to cut that shit out.

[Voice]

[closerift]

Er... a bit.

[ She'd exiled them, but, come on. They'd been up to No Good. ]

You - or any other Hero, I assume - weren't involved, though, so no hard feelings there.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

That's good, but now I feel like I ought to know what happened. You can't leave it hanging.

[Voice]

[closerift]

All right, all right. Well, this isn't really a conversation for the... devices, though, so we'll have to meet in person for it.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

Sure, where at?

[Voice]

[closerift]

I can meet you anywhere, but I'm in our home at the moment.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

Okay. I just got a job at the speakeasy as a bouncer, but I won't be working today, so I'll head right back.

[Voice]

[closerift]

[ ... Hang on. ]

A bouncer? [ Her lip twitches, the little smile clear in her voice. ] Oddly, I can see you working that job exceptionally well.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

That's exactly what I did in Denerim, you know? The Pearl and the Gnawed Noble Tavern both had assholes that needed ejecting, so I was the person to do it. If I don't have darkspawn to kill here, I might as well go with what else I remember how to do.

[Voice]

[closerift]

Ah ha. More of the pieces of our Hero fall into place. [ She chuckles. ] Well, I can't say that I don't see you doing a fine job of it.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

Thanks, I try!

Where were we? Oh, right, Warden stuff. On my way.

[Voice]

[closerift]

The door will be open when you arrive. Safe travels, Warden.

[paragonbrosca]

[Before too long, the front door opens and Aren strides in after Barkspawn streaks past her to find his fellow mabari.]

Yo, I'm back!

[closerift]

Welcome! Got to warn you, my friend: the story you're about to hear isn't exactly a fun one, and it doesn't reflect especially well on... er, the Grey Wardens.

[ SRY ]

[paragonbrosca]

So, it's like Sophia Dryden all over again? Maferath's balls, when will Grey Wardens ever learn?

>[Aren heaves a sigh, wondering what it will take for her order to keep its head out of its ass.]

[closerift]

... Something like that. [ She sighs softly. ]

Will you sit? Can I offer you a drink...?

[paragonbrosca]

Thanks, but nah. I'm good.

[Ever since the Dust Town dream, Aren has been a less enthusiastic drinker at home or outside. Seeing her drunken mother might have had an effect.]

So, what happened?

[She plops down on the sofa, Garahel sprawling out on the floor after licking his buddy.]

[closerift]

All right. [ She hovers, then sighs again. ]

Essentially, a Venatori magister working for Corypheus won the ear of Warden-Commander Clarel, and he convinced her that there was a way to spare the Wardens the fate of... er, a Grey Warden. And that 'way' was with blood magic rituals.

[ Surprise! It didn't work out!! ]

A lot of Wardens were being sacrificed against their will for this, so that Clarel and the others could summon demons. They were branding anyone who spoke out against them as traitors, including Alistair Theirin. That's... the gist of it. How it began, anyway.

[paragonbrosca]

[Aren follows along as best she can, grateful that she's learned some of those terms before this conversation. At mention of blood magic sacrifices, she leans forward and rubs her temple.]

Fucking seriously? What is it with people sacrificing and summoning demons as a first resort?

...wait, Alistair? [Her brow furrows.] I made him king, why would he be--oh. This is one of those things the other Warden changed, isn't it?