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Has this ever happened to you?!

Your character is more complicated than a coffee order in a parallel dimension where coffee orders are exclusively given in the morse coded version of a language you do not speak, your muse is as brand new as the brand new day in Sting's eponymous studio album on the morning of September 24 1999 when it was originally released, your need and will and desire to play are as strong as spider silk is to an hapless insect or would be to you if spider silk threads were greatly enhanced in size by the appearance of gigantic mutant spiders and you were caught in their massive web trying to escape your confines but you could not because the spider silk is SO STRONG it is too strong too strong to break before the spiders arrive to devour you oh god the spiders the giant spiders what has science done humanity has gone too fa--

THEN WE HAVE JUST THE THING FOR YOU!!!

MEET THE CHARACTERS! MEET THE PLAYERS! TAKE YOUR FIRST STEPS, AND TAKE A LOOK AROUND THE SETTING! HONE YOUR SKILLS, CREATE YOUR MIRRORS! STEP INTO THE LIGHT ~~AND LOSE EVERYTHING YOU HOLD DEAR DO NOT COME DO NOT GO HERE TURN AWAY AND RUN BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE~~ AT THE

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AND THAT IS ALL, NOW GO EMBRACE THE LIGHT, AND HAVE FUN!

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[ That's not a curse Brennan has heard a lot of in this place, so it's something that instantly catches his attention from where he's seated nearby, a training dummy set up much like the ones Cassandra had so often kept company with in Skyhold. Here, it's set a bit farther from the mansion, enough to give him a little privacy when he seeks it. He'd been settled on a tree stump with a whetstone, working on the edge of his axe more out of habit than anything.

His head comes up at the sudden appearance of the unfamiliar woman, his eyes intently skimming over her with curiosity before he pushes himself to his feet, careful not to startle her. ]

Are you lost, my lady?

[ So much for her attentive scouting. Robyn starts at the sound of a voice, hand moving to her hip, but she slows; he's clearly not about to attack, and if he is, she'll have to put trust into her reaction time.

So, the young woman eyes him uneasily instead, keeping a safe distance. ]

That is my assumption as I can't make sense of the land. [ He doesn't sound Ferelden, either, but... he does look and sound more to what she's used to (a wide variety) than some of the others she'd noted earlier. ]

Can you tell me where I am?

[ He holds up his hands to show he's unarmed, having tucked the axe away at his waist once more when he stood. He doesn't approach, letting her keep her safe distance, and he's in light leather armor today rather than his plate - not something that seems to be required so often around here, he's found in relief. ]

They call this place Wonderland. [ He offers the name with a wry smirk, motioning to the house. ] I'm not sure there is much about it that makes sense to anyone, I'm afraid.

[ She, too, is in light armor (leather, fit for a rogue) and notes his. He's a warrior of some kind or another, not dressed in the strange, unfamiliar garb of other strangers in this - ]

"Wonderland?" [ Well, it's straightforward, though the place has yet to inspire wonder. Robyn glances quickly up at the mansion and back down, frowning slightly. ] Then, you don't live here?

Permanently? I hope not.

[ He chuckles at the question and drops his hands again, relaxing somewhat when she seems content to talk rather than attack. That's always a nice change of pace. ]

This place has a tendency of... "borrowing" people from their worlds for a time. People come from all manner of strange realms, caught up by whatever magic has created and sustains this place. Most it sends back to the moment they left, after a while - and none the wiser, or so I'm told.

You seem awfully complacent for someone "borrowed" by a place.

[ Don't take it personally; she's on edge and completely off-kilter from this whole experience. You might be, too, if you had been about to fight an Archdemon. ]

"It" takes us and tosses us back... to what end? Where in Thedas are we, exactly?

Well, the moment you find me the correct person to blame, my lady, I will be happy to have some very strong words with them.

[ He just got done with that actually. Well. Sort of. And that hadn't even been the real threat. ]

We're not in Thedas. At least not as far as I've been able to discern. Although I was hoping that might be your place of origin - most people here aren't from Thedas at all. Is that a Ferelden accent I detect?

[ Fair enough. Somewhat mollified, she thinks: At least I've been in worse situations than this. ]

They aren't from Thedas? [ An odd thing to say. ] Are we in the Fade, somehow?

[ But she doesn't remember anything that may have led up to this. It's possible, she supposes, that it's all another strange dream. ]

Oh - Yes, it is. [ Robyn smiles, distracted. ] But yours isn't, I think.

No, we're in some other realm entirely. A much smaller one, I'm afraid. Although this place has something similar to the Fade of it's own - they call it the Mirror Side. it's our opposite. A backwards reflection where everything is reversed, or so I've been told.

[ Realizing he's being rude, he ducks into a polite bow that would do any Orlesian proud. he's had lots of practice, of late. ]

My apologies for forgetting my manners, my lady. Inquisitor Brennan Trevelyan, at your service. Formerly of Ostwick, if the accent hasn't given me away already.

[ As an opposite, Robyn had practice as a girl, but less as a young woman (whose interests involved archery and roguish training rather than ladylike formalities) and as a Warden. Hurriedly, a little rusty in the gesture, she curtsies, straightening to peer curiously at him. ]

I suspected the Free Marches, but... [ He's clearly a nobleman, and despite her origins, she seems (likely) anything but. Fairly conscious of the state of her dress and how exhausted she must seem, she tucks hair behind her ear, clears her throat, and says: ] My lord, I am Robyn Cousland of the Grey Wardens, formerly of Highever.

[ No longer. Her family is dead and she is a Warden; who she was before isn't very important. ]

But, the Inquisition? Of the Chantry, you mean? I... didn't realize there was an Inquisitor.

The Warden?

[ It comes as such a surprise that all the training Josie's been drilling into his skull for the past months goes right out the window and he nearly topples onto his face before he straightens again, eyes wide and a little startled. ]

Your Majesty, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. Or... expect to find you here. Although I would think it's at least an improvement from the Deep Roads.

[ Although then the rest of her words catch up with him and he hesitates, because his Warden definitely knew of him, as they'd exchanged correspondence. She'd seemed surprisingly well informed for being in the depths of Darkspawn territory. ]

I... yes. That would be me. It's a more recent development in the grand state of things. [ Sort of. ]

What? I - No. [ Instinctively she speaks and acts, shaking her hair, confusion budding quickly. ] You must have me confused with someone else.

[ But, even as she says it, she isn't sure; it isn't as if there are many Wardens to confuse her with in the first place, let alone female ones. She explains, then, quickly: ]

I'm not royalty and, blessedly, I've only been once to the Deep Roads.

[ And what an experience that had been. She considers him, brows knit, bearing a slight frown. Something is wrong. Could this be a trick? ]

Forgive me, I hadn't realized the Inquisition was still... active.

Void take it, this place is messing with bloody time again.

[ He wish he'd known that before he'd just complicated things. He straightens again, raking fingers through his hair as he gives her a searching look. ]

Humor me but a moment, my lady, but what is the date, where you come from? What is happening?

Does it do that often?

[ Maker, just when she supposed things couldn't get more complicated. She admits a tired smile; he seems as wearied of the confusion as she does and she can't very well hold it against him for not having all the answers. ]

It is 9:31 of the Dragon Age. [ Could he be so far as to be in a different Age? May as well say it to be safe. ] Near the end of the Fifth Blight, if we are able to take the Archdemon tomorrow.

More often than I'm entirely comfortable with.

[ What a confusing mess with Morrigan that had made. ]

Ah. Yes, that would explain it, then. I'm afraid I'm from a little further ahead than that. 9:42 Dragon, to be precise.

And I don't suppose it can all be blamed on... I don't know, a rogue mage?

[ It's spoken with a weary sort of resignation; she's seen enough of the Templar/Mage conflict to not poke too much fun at either side. Wardens aren't meant to get involved in much else besides darkspawn, anyway. ]

Maker. You mean it, don't you? [ How can that be? Robyn studies him, not detecting deception, innocent or otherwise. ] Then - The Blight. Is it...?

[ Dare she ask what happened to them? If Thedas had fallen, he surely would have mentioned it by now. Wouldn't he? ]

For the record? Rogue mages don't appreciate having things pinned on them they didn't actually do. And if one is behind this mess, we haven't yet located him. or her, I suppose.

[ Sweetheart, if you think you've even seen a fraction of the Templar/Mage Conflict, boy does he have news for you.

At least she took the news about the dates better than anticipated. ]

I'm afraid I do. And calm your fears, my lady. The Blight ended in Denerim. You did take the Archdemon. You and Alistair, and your companions. You're practically legends in your own right, now.

Oh, I didn't - I'm sorry, my lord, it wasn't meant to be serious.

[ At the very least it could have been something Morrigan was involved in; that's perfectly reasonable to suspect. ]

"Legends?" [ Robyn just looks at him curiously, not quite believing; after all, for all she thinks of her companions, she doesn't consider herself doing much more than her duty to the people they serve. ] ... I'm relieved to hear it. Surprised, but -

[ Alistair. She peers at Brennan. ]

You know Alistair, then?

[ He just casts her a grin, bemused. ] I know. I've just been surrounded by very touchy mages for a while. I've been bashed over the head with 'responsibility' lectures far too often. It's becoming habit, I'm afraid.

[ Her curiosity has his smile deepening a hint and he inclines his head. ] I do. Sort of. We've only actually met in person once, and that was briefly. And... he was yelling at mages for doing something irresponsible, so I think I just tossed my own point out the window. But we've written a few times. He was having trouble with Orlesian negotiations and I gave him a hand. Not that I blame him. Orlesians are enough to give anyone a headache. But he seems a likable sort, I've quite enjoyed our correspondence.

There's no shortage of touchy people in Thedas, mage or no. I travel with two - But you already know that, don't you?

[ He may; she wouldn't be at all surprised if he knew each of her companions. ]

Well, yes, he's never been exactly taken with them. [ She thinks of when they first met Morrigan in the Wilds and smiles despite herself. ]

Negotiations- [ She cuts off, thinking suddenly to a bit earlier in their conversation, and her brow twitches. ] As the king, you mean. Maker. [ And Robyn smiles apologetically. ] It's... strange, I have to admit. Hearing of a future when it seems nothing like the present.

Ahh. Morrigan I know of. She's here, by the way. If you, ah. Haven't bumped into her yet.

[ He rubs the back of his head sheepishly for a moment. ]

She's from just after fighting the Archdemon, I believe, so at least the pair of you will be closer together in experiences. Where - when? - I come from, she's spent some time in Orlais, at the Empress' court, but she traveled to join us in the Inquisition as an adviser on the occult and arcane. She's been an immense help, I've been grateful for her assistance.

She - Really? [ Robyn brightens; she's perhaps one of few who might be happy to see a potentially dangerous and fairly sadistic apostate, but there you are. ] I haven't, but I'm very much looking forward to it. I had hoped there might be others from my camp here.

[ Though, since he hasn't mentioned the others by name, it seems doubtful now. ]

- After? [ Then she'll remember things Robyn herself can't. It's beyond bizarre, but something, apparently, that the young Warden will have to get used to. ] ... Hm. I'm not sure I can imagine her at court... or in Orlais, from all I've heard of it. An adviser, surely.

As far as I've seen, the others are from much stranger realms than ours. I've bumped into Morrigan, who comes from within a day or two of you, it seems. Meanwhile, I arrived almost simultaneously with one of my own companions. Dorian and I are from about a decade after, as I said. He's a mage, of Tevinter, but don't let that trouble you much. He's a good man.

[ He hesitates at that, unsure how much he should say past that. ] If there's anything you want to know, i will happily answer, but if you'd rather not, I can abide by that as well.

I believe you. [ He seems almost familiar and certainly trustworthy; she isn't quite so quick to judge, normally, but... Brennan doesn't exude any ounce of deception, and why should he?

She may learn otherwise later and she's far from naive, but, for now... ]

I'm not exactly sure what to ask. [ So many questions, so little time. She considers the mansion, dark eyes searching its exterior for something. ] We aren't exactly hostages, then... What is it that they want of us?

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