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[vitaelamorte]

Has this ever happened to you?!

The theory is beautiful but the practice is ehhhh, the spirit is willing but the flesh needs canon revision, the muse is new and the task is daunting, and people on plurk were like OMG GO APPLY but you were like eehhhhhhhhhhh again and entranceway, what is it with this weird game and questionable run-on sentences in its memes is there no law is there no order is there no country for old men or young men or a bigger animanga cast WILL I LIVE UP TO MY EXPECTATIONS AND THE EXPECTATIONS SOCIETY PLACES UPON ME WHY ARE YOU STILL TYPING LOOK I JUST WANT TO PLAY A FEW THREADS AND SEE HOW THAT CHARACTER WORKS OUT IN THIS GAME oh wait you just want to play a few threads and see how that character works out in this game this game of wonderful Wonderlands well then

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Comments

[heroica]

I'm afraid I know firsthand how flimsy trust can be. [ The deaths of her family is a prime example of what happens to those who trust blindly and without question. So she sighs softly, considering; meanwhile, Oren returns to her side, sitting down and continuing to pant. ]

You don't, really. And I won't press. But, if you find you have more questions, you're welcome to ask. It needn't be me; there are dozens of others who arrived just as we did, though there are only two more from Thedas.

[therebelprince]

[Maric decides to change the subject so that he doesn't have to dwell on the fact that apparently there are people here that aren't from Thedas, which he finds endlessly perplexing.]

You said King Maric. Does that mean that in your, er, future, the rebels won?

[Just keep it casual.]

[heroica]

It's my past, but still your future. [ She corrects kindly, again smiling. ] Are you sure you want to know?

[ She'd let Brennan tell her of her own fate; that had been an easy decision, somehow. But this man wasn't asking of his own future in the same way, though the result of the war would still likely determine the direction of his life.

Potentially. She doesn't yet realize how much. ]

[therebelprince]

[Does he? He doesn't know who she is, not really. She claims to be the granddaughter of the Teyrn Cousland he met as a boy, and a Grey Warden at that. A Grey Warden from the future, no less. It was laughable. Even Maric, who generally prefers to see the good in people, doesn't think he can trust her. The situation is completely ridiculous.

Maybe this is all a dream. Maybe the battle happened at Gwaren and he's deliriously imagining all of this while birds pick at his entrails.

Maybe this really is the Fade.

Still...]

Yes, I really do.

[He really is awfully curious about whether or not the Warden's version of his future matches up with the one foretold by the witch.]

[heroica]

[ She won't deny that the situation is laughable and ridiculous, but that doesn't make it untrue. ]

All right. [ Small steps. Bits and pieces. ] Yes, the rebels won and their leaders took to power. They did it well; their prince became a very good king.

[ He'd begun a number of changes within Ferelden. And done a few other things that she's personally (and privately) grateful for. ]

What else would you like to know?

[therebelprince]

[At that, Maric breaks out into slightly bitter laughter.]

And that's where I know you're lying. Prince Maric doesn't know his arse from a hole in the ground, so he's not exactly king material.

[How could he be a good king? If it weren't for Loghain and Rowan and Arl Rendorn, he'd be lost. He doesn't even lead his rebels--they do.

But there is something he's curious about.]

You're a Warden. Does that mean there is another Blight?

[heroica]

Well, it's true, I've never met him, but... [ Robyn looks at him with mild scrutiny, considering him. ] You seem to have a more personal grudge, if you'll pardon the assumption.

[ There's something in his expression; had he known the man or, rather, does he know Maric? ]

Would that I could say no. [ There's a small, sad smile. ] But, yes. A true Blight, Archdemon and all.

[therebelprince]

[Should he say it? Should he give the game away to a Grey Warden in this completely mad place?]

It's not so much about me having a grudge as people having a grudge against me. [He gives her an elaborate bow.] Prince Maric Theirin, at your service. For what it's worth.

[And then the Warden confirms what he was fearing. The Witch was right.]

And here I halfway thought that the Darkspawn were just children's stories. Is...well, am I... [He takes a deep breath.]

How bad is it, for Ferelden?

[heroica]

[ Maker, she shouldn't be surprised, not after the way he'd spoken of Maric, but she can't fault him for hiding his identity. Robyn knows of the war, has read of the things the would-be king had faced and managed; it's easy to understand why he wouldn't immediately trust her, let alone a Grey Warden.

She sweeps quickly into a curtsy, head ducked. ]

Your Majesty, forgive me. I ought to have recognized you.

[ Never mind that he's much younger and she's never actually seen King Maric before. It explains why he looks so much like Alistair, she thinks, suddenly, but that... is for another time. ]

What I spoke was true. [ She says, rising. ] And... it hasn't been easy; the effects have been felt across the country. But we've done the best we can, and I'm told that we are able to defeat the Archdemon within the year.

[ A blessing, isn't it? She smiles thinly, not eager to pursue the topics of his fate or the fates of his children. Or... of Loghain. ]

[therebelprince]

[He watches her display with a slightly alarmed look on his face. Maybe he shouldn't have told her after all. He always feels awkward when people are so formal around him.]

Um, Highness, actually. I, er, haven't been crowned yet. And really, just Maric's fine. There isn't much Your Royal Highness-ing in a rebel camp anyway.

[His expression darkens as she continues to tell him about the Blight.]

It's not fair. The people have already suffered so much under the Orlesians, and now a Blight. I have never seen a Darkspawn, but I've read about the corruption and disease and mayhem they bring with them. Maker preserve us.

[heroica]

Not in your time, I know. I'm sorry; this can get very confusing.

[ It'll be hard to call him just by 'Maric' with the level of formality she was brought up on, but she'll try, at least. She does still refer to Brennan as the Inquisitor more often than not. ]

It could have been much worse. The entire kingdom was able to come together and lend their air because of our treaties.

[therebelprince]

[A Blight. A real, honest Blight. With Grey Wardens and an Archdemon and everything.

And, if the Witch was right, Maric isn't going to live to see it.]

I'm glad your treaties are being honored. Are you getting much support from the Crown?

[heroica]

[ Mmph. The Crown. ]

Well - [ No, the answer is no, because there is no one on the throne. She thinks of Anora, of Cailin and Loghain and Alistair, and how the Landsmeet is looming over them all like an obelisk. ]

Not... exactly. Your Grace.

[ Robyn worries briefly at her lip, debating intensely within her own mind. ]

It's fairly complicated, actually. But - the treaties. Yes, we've managed to gain the support of the Dalish, of Orzammar, of the mages and Arl Aemon, too. Without all of their help, it wouldn't be possible.