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wildestlands2021-11-26 02:14 pm
okayimin) wrote in wildestlands2021-11-26 02:14 pm
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Chantry Sanctioned Swears
[ The view from the mirror is mostly blurred trees as shaking hands fumble with it and a furious voice rants. ]
-expect me to believe this isn't some Fade nonsense. Of all the Stone deaf, sunblind, nugfucked shit-
[ The rant dies down to muttering, some creative profanities still audible. When the mirror is finally turned the right way, it shows a young woman (Dwarven to those who would recognize). She's wearing a nun's habit and wimple, though the reds and whites are a bit dull from dust and blood. A large s-shaped brand covers her left cheek. There are dark circles under her eyes. And she is clearly furious. ]
Right! I don't know what you lot are up to now, but I've had my fill of it. We're in the middle of a blasted war, if you haven't noticed. I'm very sure there are others who would be happy to indulge in this kind of magic-y surface dream business, however. I. Am. Busy.
[ She gestures with her free hand for emphasis. There's a bone saw in it. ]
If what those. Whatever they were that brought me here. Demons or spirits or what have you- Whatever they were, I was told there are others here. If that's the case, my name is Sister Sara, I'm a sawbones by trade. I'm hoping you lot are in better shape than the crew I just got yanked from, seeing as how these Fade creatures didn't even do the decent and bring my bag with me. I ain't sanctioned for it, but if we're in a pinch, I'll do your last rites. Don't reckon the Maker is too picky about who says the proper words in situations like this, so long as they get said. And if there's any of my company that happened to fall through with me, tell Sister Eloisa she can go to the fucking pit if she thinks for one minute-!
[ The rant and the recording will be abruptly cut short. Sawbones, resolutely marching away from the magical tugging feeling, is finally teleported to camp in all her bloody, exhausted fury.
The bone saw, however, has been lost to the forest. ]
-expect me to believe this isn't some Fade nonsense. Of all the Stone deaf, sunblind, nugfucked shit-
[ The rant dies down to muttering, some creative profanities still audible. When the mirror is finally turned the right way, it shows a young woman (Dwarven to those who would recognize). She's wearing a nun's habit and wimple, though the reds and whites are a bit dull from dust and blood. A large s-shaped brand covers her left cheek. There are dark circles under her eyes. And she is clearly furious. ]
Right! I don't know what you lot are up to now, but I've had my fill of it. We're in the middle of a blasted war, if you haven't noticed. I'm very sure there are others who would be happy to indulge in this kind of magic-y surface dream business, however. I. Am. Busy.
[ She gestures with her free hand for emphasis. There's a bone saw in it. ]
If what those. Whatever they were that brought me here. Demons or spirits or what have you- Whatever they were, I was told there are others here. If that's the case, my name is Sister Sara, I'm a sawbones by trade. I'm hoping you lot are in better shape than the crew I just got yanked from, seeing as how these Fade creatures didn't even do the decent and bring my bag with me. I ain't sanctioned for it, but if we're in a pinch, I'll do your last rites. Don't reckon the Maker is too picky about who says the proper words in situations like this, so long as they get said. And if there's any of my company that happened to fall through with me, tell Sister Eloisa she can go to the fucking pit if she thinks for one minute-!
[ The rant and the recording will be abruptly cut short. Sawbones, resolutely marching away from the magical tugging feeling, is finally teleported to camp in all her bloody, exhausted fury.
The bone saw, however, has been lost to the forest. ]
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[This is Very Significant if you know either European folklore or FPS games.]
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Well met, Cortana.
Now then, you said before you could have sensed a Rift if one opened. Is it just anomalies like that or can you pick up other things? I've been told there's an underground village near abouts that's been abandoned. Reckon we could strip the place for gear, but I need to know where the blasted place is and if it's Tainted.
[ Yeah, they're not in Thedas, but it's hard to separate underground from the Taint. ]
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My sensors seem to have been...affected by whatever brought me here.
[She's stuck with human sensory capabilities and how do you people not go crazy?]
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Reckon that'll be the luck of this place. There were reports of Rifters changing when they moved through worlds, maybe it's similar. [ And wildly annoying that she's constrained to her memory and the notes she has in her pocket. ] Right, let's do a run down of what you can do. We'll start with the basics, the way you do when someone's been in a cave in.
Can you move around all right? Don't know if light folk have feeling in their feet, but. Well, can you feel what you ought to feel?
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My diagnostics are haywire [aka "nonexistent" because she is now magic, which, fuck that] so I can't give you a good answer on an assessment.
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Can you see or hear your surroundings? Or is it just through the mirror?
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[Cortana's mirror goes away when she's an amulet, and she hasn't figured out her magical body yet, so right now she's perceiving the network as being very similar to the way one would work at home.]
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The devices we're using to communicate. [ This time she digs out the crayons and draws straight on the glass a quick sketch of the mirror. ] Enchanted, most like. A company I was with for a while had something similar, though it was only a crystal. Voice only, no images.
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I haven't got anything like that.
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By all accounts this place is supposed to be safe, but... [ She doesn't put an enormous amount of weight in that and Ay-Eyes don't sound like they're particularly suited for combat. ]