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" 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. "
" 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. "
Inquisitor, when you have seen the missive just posted by Hope please return correspondence as soon as you are able, I would request time to discuss our next course of action when you are available to do so.
[He doesn't begin or sign his texts but he still types them out like he's writing a note sent by raven.]
[He doesn't begin or sign his texts but he still types them out like he's writing a note sent by raven.]
I am returning to the house presently, I should arrive within the hour unless you would prefer to meet elsewhere. Thank you, Inquisitor.
I will keep my wits about me for certain. Regards, I will see you upon return.
[He was about twenty minutes out, taking the direct route back rather than a more circular one he usually employs as a patrol of sorts to check in. Stomping his boots off and leaving them by the door with his sheathed sword and shield because Rainier is not a goddamn forest hobo no matter what Dorian says, he goes in to look and see if the Inquisitor is in yet.]
[He was about twenty minutes out, taking the direct route back rather than a more circular one he usually employs as a patrol of sorts to check in. Stomping his boots off and leaving them by the door with his sheathed sword and shield because Rainier is not a goddamn forest hobo no matter what Dorian says, he goes in to look and see if the Inquisitor is in yet.]
[ She is in, having returned moments earlier. Cecily appears from the hall and steps into the living room, device in one hand, sheets of papers in another. Even without their designated war table, she often takes over the one in the dining room for purposes similar to theirs, today. ]
Hope will revive one of the three whether we cast our votes or not. [ Hello to you, too, Inquisitor. ] He doesn't seem to have any interest in what we think or do beyond our giving him power; I'm surprised he asked our opinions at all, rather than just summoning the god who'd most benefit his cause.
[ Which would be Delight, she thinks, frowning over her notes. ]
Hope will revive one of the three whether we cast our votes or not. [ Hello to you, too, Inquisitor. ] He doesn't seem to have any interest in what we think or do beyond our giving him power; I'm surprised he asked our opinions at all, rather than just summoning the god who'd most benefit his cause.
[ Which would be Delight, she thinks, frowning over her notes. ]
[Rainier inclines his head as a greeting before going to join her. Straight to business, he appreciates that.]
It makes me wonder if his 'cause' is more complex than he lets on.
[Rainier isn't one for communicating with either self-styled gods, but he still keeps reading whatever they're willing to announce publicly.]
Or perhaps he simply finds joy in giving us enough rope to hang ourselves with. We choose the seemingly safe option and get almost nothing in return, [Sorry, he loves alcohol as much as the next person, but Rainier seems the odd man out for having arrived with his weapons and an armory would be of great use. Not to mention a place for healers - he knows there are others getting together what they can, but to have one created, fully stocked? It would go a long way.] or chose the more dangerous road for potentially greater reward.
We've also got no guarantee that this 'Delight' is kind - Hope might be providing what we need to survive but he seems a brusque fellow at best. For all we know she'd take her delight in putting us through the wringer even more.
It makes me wonder if his 'cause' is more complex than he lets on.
[Rainier isn't one for communicating with either self-styled gods, but he still keeps reading whatever they're willing to announce publicly.]
Or perhaps he simply finds joy in giving us enough rope to hang ourselves with. We choose the seemingly safe option and get almost nothing in return, [Sorry, he loves alcohol as much as the next person, but Rainier seems the odd man out for having arrived with his weapons and an armory would be of great use. Not to mention a place for healers - he knows there are others getting together what they can, but to have one created, fully stocked? It would go a long way.] or chose the more dangerous road for potentially greater reward.
We've also got no guarantee that this 'Delight' is kind - Hope might be providing what we need to survive but he seems a brusque fellow at best. For all we know she'd take her delight in putting us through the wringer even more.
I've no doubt that it is. They seem straightforward, but there's no chance they're being entirely forthright with us about their intentions. I don't think they have any idea what the other is planning, either.
[ They bicker enough that it's likely the animosity is true; after all, when have the ideas of hope and fear ever really worked in tandem? ]
... Though, we should be wary that they could be working together. Anything is possible, here.
[ Just look at the technology.
Cecily nods at Rainier's musing, considering it. ]
I think, if we can take Hope at his word, that our best option is to secure an armory. Even if the god is "Rage," dangerous as it sounds, we need that boon. Too many of these power have no defense. [ ... ] Though... there are some who offered to Fear's alter. To Hope's, too, and... should they be given free reign of the lot of swords and Maker-knows-what-else?
[ They bicker enough that it's likely the animosity is true; after all, when have the ideas of hope and fear ever really worked in tandem? ]
... Though, we should be wary that they could be working together. Anything is possible, here.
[ Just look at the technology.
Cecily nods at Rainier's musing, considering it. ]
I think, if we can take Hope at his word, that our best option is to secure an armory. Even if the god is "Rage," dangerous as it sounds, we need that boon. Too many of these power have no defense. [ ... ] Though... there are some who offered to Fear's alter. To Hope's, too, and... should they be given free reign of the lot of swords and Maker-knows-what-else?
[Rainier gave a thoughtful hum at her question, answering with a slow and deliberate care.]
I think, right now, we can't afford to pass judgement on those who might have just been hedging their bets. For all we know they were also trying to secure a boon for the good of their companions.
[And Rainier, as much as he's wary of trying to curry favor with either so called 'god', has long been in a spot of not really being in any place to judge others at all.]
I know Cullen was upset that he was brought here without his weapons. Rage it is. We fought plenty of rage demons in the past.
I think, right now, we can't afford to pass judgement on those who might have just been hedging their bets. For all we know they were also trying to secure a boon for the good of their companions.
[And Rainier, as much as he's wary of trying to curry favor with either so called 'god', has long been in a spot of not really being in any place to judge others at all.]
I know Cullen was upset that he was brought here without his weapons. Rage it is. We fought plenty of rage demons in the past.
That's fair enough. [ She nods at him, grateful for the honest reply, the way he takes the time to be impartial, at the moment, despite her mistrust of the others. ] I suppose they might be saying the same of us.
[ Why wouldn't they be? Those who have people they trust in the caves, anyway. ]
A dagger and a dog aren't so useful in the long run. [ She smiles thinly. ] He'll be glad for the swords.
[ Why wouldn't they be? Those who have people they trust in the caves, anyway. ]
A dagger and a dog aren't so useful in the long run. [ She smiles thinly. ] He'll be glad for the swords.
[Rainier smiles as well, though it can be hard to tell through all that beard. He does give a little nod just the same.]
Hey, the mabari's worth more than an armory.
Hey, the mabari's worth more than an armory.
I did see him trying to train it to fetch. It'll make a worthy warrior if our enemies are somehow impacted by retrieving sticks.
[ OKAY, she actually does know the value of the war hounds, but she also likes to tease all of her Ferelden allies for their questionable love for the dogs. ]
[ OKAY, she actually does know the value of the war hounds, but she also likes to tease all of her Ferelden allies for their questionable love for the dogs. ]
[Rainier just chuckles and shakes his head. He knows the Inquisitor is aware and he's hardly Ferelden, himself. He can take the joke.]
Rage it is, then. I'll make sure to cast my vote, for whatever it's worth.
Rage it is, then. I'll make sure to cast my vote, for whatever it's worth.
You don't think Dorian will go for the one with the bar, do you? I think we have enough here to keep us all happy, if the other night was any indication.
[ dorian pls
She doesn't really think he'd vote for Delight, but... well, maybe a little part of her does. It sounds nicer, in theory, but the result is much less useful in her opinion. She thinks she can count on Cullen to call for Rage, given how badly he's wanted a sword since his arrival and found none. ]
[ dorian pls
She doesn't really think he'd vote for Delight, but... well, maybe a little part of her does. It sounds nicer, in theory, but the result is much less useful in her opinion. She thinks she can count on Cullen to call for Rage, given how badly he's wanted a sword since his arrival and found none. ]
I think for all his pomp and frivolousness, Dorian will make a wiser choice than that.
[But, you know, this is said with the utmost confidence. Don't you dare tell him that Rainier thinks he's not a short sighted pompous dumb ass.]
[But, you know, this is said with the utmost confidence. Don't you dare tell him that Rainier thinks he's not a short sighted pompous dumb ass.]
[ by the fourth, cullen is steaming. it's not even about her leaving the house without a note, really, but it's an easy thing to pin his anger on. so when he comes home from a walk with pup to find her gone again with nothing to point to where she went, he texts her. ]
I never thought you were this petty.
I never thought you were this petty.
[ The truth is, she isn't this petty. They both know it... usually. Right now, though, the almost virus-like sense of irritation that's made itself at home inside her is justified; she'd gotten what she wanted. There was no note, no word of where she'd gone. He's annoyed.
It doesn't feel good; the feeling twists around in her stomach in deep, dark, negative bitterness. ]
I've always said you think too much of me.
It doesn't feel good; the feeling twists around in her stomach in deep, dark, negative bitterness. ]
I've always said you think too much of me.
[ She thinks of the illusions Fear had made them see before he even arrived. Of his, and the others', bodies strewn across the grass, bloodied and battered and decaying.
Her mind buzzes distantly with fear, but it's nothing compared to the rage that's swept the caves. ]
You're being maddeningly dramatic.
I already know you don't think I can take care of myself. You don't need to beat the subject to death.
Never mind my dammed ankle.
Have you even gone out of town? Do you know there's a full armory here?
I'd have thought that you of all people could appreciate the value of it.
Her mind buzzes distantly with fear, but it's nothing compared to the rage that's swept the caves. ]
You're being maddeningly dramatic.
I already know you don't think I can take care of myself. You don't need to beat the subject to death.
Never mind my dammed ankle.
Have you even gone out of town? Do you know there's a full armory here?
I'd have thought that you of all people could appreciate the value of it.
Of course I have. I was one of the people who wanted the blighted armory.
Don't try to change the subject. This is about you and your selfish disregard for the people that care about you. I don't care a whit about you going out on your own when it's not cold enough to kill an Archdemon. I know you're a capable fighter. But you're not alone here and you keep forgetting that.
Don't try to change the subject. This is about you and your selfish disregard for the people that care about you. I don't care a whit about you going out on your own when it's not cold enough to kill an Archdemon. I know you're a capable fighter. But you're not alone here and you keep forgetting that.
Yes. It's so bloody selfish to want to learn more about the now-third god who's got us trapped here so that maybe we might find a way back.
WHAT is it exactly you would have me do?
The longer we're kept here, the greater their power grows. I'm not about to sit by and let this happen. To let them besiege us with monsters and do nothing for my own bloody safety.
WHAT is it exactly you would have me do?
The longer we're kept here, the greater their power grows. I'm not about to sit by and let this happen. To let them besiege us with monsters and do nothing for my own bloody safety.
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