Keeping Spirits Up After too long spent tossing and turning, you give up and stand, change back into something that could pass for clothing, and exit the building. You avoid the courtyard and the tavern, instead heading up long stairs to the ramparts. The guards look at you peculiarly, but no one moves to stop you, which you suppose means you’re allowed to do it. It would be their job to stop this sort of…
Suspicions The panic thrumming through you doesn’t leave much room for thought. You manage to keep the churning chaos inside of you; that’s about the most intelligent thing you can manage. It wants to come out, to burst out of you and burn the mist away. Instead, you force it down, down, into the depths of your gut, and move swiftly along the side of building. Your mind is screaming at you to get to…
Remember “Hey, there you are!” You recognize the voice as Thea’s even in your half-unconscious haze. You groggily force your mind into the waking world, blink to clear your sleep-filled eyes. “Where’d you get off to yesterday? I was a li’l worried.” “Nrrg,” you grumble, attempting to sit up. “Was downstairs,” you manage. “Flirting with the apostate, were you?” “Pff. Hardly.” You rub at your eyes, run your tongue around your mouth to get the…
Connections Another long night, followed by a short sleep and an early morning. It’s a good thing you’re used to not getting much sleep, or you’d be wearing yourself pretty thin. As it is, you’re just glad to be waking up in an actual bed. Remembering the uncomfortable bedrolls stuffed between cracks in cold caves, you can almost think that the Inquisition is worth the risk for the bed and walls alone. Your mind floats…
The Past Should Stay There “Did… did you skip lunch again?” You glance up at Thea, who looks mildly pissed. “…There is a distinct possibility,” you admit, glancing around at the nearly empty library. “Alright, that’s it! Put that book away, I’m taking you to dinner. Honestly, you need a keeper!” You snort at the turn of phrase, but know she wouldn’t get it. “Just let me finish up this sentence. Calligraphy is hard, you…
Hangover Confusion. Confusion and pain. Those are your only two companions. You groan as you begin to wake, seriously regretting every decision in your life. What… what happened last night? Wait, more importantly, where are you? You blink, blearily, and try to focus on your surroundings. This isn’t your tiny little room, and for a confused moment, you wonder if the whole “joining the Inquisition” thing was just a drug-induced nightmare. You don’t recognize the…
Fitting In You awaken to Thea’s face looming over you, and you can’t even summon up the energy to be surprised. “Mornin’, sunshine!” she says cheerfully. You glance out the narrow window. Sunshine is one thing particularly lacking; it’s drearily overcast and it looks horribly cold. You suppose that’s simply what living in the Frostback Mountains gets you. “Here, supplies for the new recruits are making their rounds. I guessed your size.” She plops down…
Arrival You look around at the fortress, your new home, with no small amount of awe. No small amount of fear, as well. There aren’t a lot of places to run from here. And you’re used to being able to run. In the end, however, it’s the lesser of a whole lot of evils. Running around during a mage rebellion had made things difficult enough. Then this madness with the rifts started happening, demons fucking…