exsilium | Entry II

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[The sight that appears on your device's screens is that of a wall of smoke, and hopefully you had the speakers turned down because the fire alarms they use here aren't exactly pleasant on the ears. For a minute that's all there is, smoke obscuring vague shapes and the sound of the alarm screeching its head off, but if you stick with it you soon see a shape start moving in through the black clouds, the sound of coughing audible under the alarm. Finally, Reya emerges from the smoke, her hand over her mouth.]

Enough!

[She gestures and shoots two little red orbs off in different directions. There's a loud crack and the sound of glass breaking, and suddenly the alarm disintegrates into static, and the smoke starts to lessen, just slightly. A gust of magically conjured wind speeds it along.]

May Ithilids starve themselves on the brains of whatever sadist designed these infernal machines!

[She turns back to the camera, wiping soot from her cheek.]

I'm certain the one who wrote the instructions on the back of our food is either long dead or not very concerned with my plight, but I would like to inform those providing it that not every world uses whatever absurd system you people have for measuring the passage of time.

[Coughing as she tries to take a calming breath]

Since I find myself with the choice of continually risking burning down my residence, starvation, or throwing myself upon the kindness of others, I am hoping some among you might be willing to explain 'minutes' and 'seconds' to me, as well as the proper use of this 'mi-crow-wave' device?

Also, to those living with me, I apologize for the mess, [She glances over her shoulder] and the window. I'll clean it up as soon as I'm able.

[OOC: Basically, Reya tried to use the microwave, and coming from a world where time measurement is based on people's best guess she made a botch job of it. Roommates feel free to action tag]

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You'd think that.

[He chuckles, though, shakes his head.]

I think they have written manuals for most of the machines here, if that helps.

Better than me bumbling about by myself setting things on fire and accidentally releasing ancient evils.

...does that whole 'releasing ancient evils' thing happen to you often, then?

Far far far more often than it has any right to.

[And he just ... rubs his neck.]

You might want to get that checked out.

[She sighs, reaching up to rub her ear idly]

It's a work in progress.

[That demilich seemed really trustworthy]

...you know, I'm sure there's some healers here that could help you.

They'd have to have a very specific sort of healing.

There's an array of people here, it might be worth a try.

The problem is more dealing with beings that can look like anyone or have the power to do a great deal of harm if I don't find what I need to stop them. Believe me, I don't go slogging through dungeons full of monsters and slime and traps and blood and pain out of enjoyment.

It's just, if I don't, then no one else will, and people will die. Just like they do when I make a mistake. I don't think even healers can fix that.

You know, I know this doesn't help much, but ... well, I do understand that.

You have to let it go. Or try.

[It isn't something that he's proud of, not being able to let go of Elissa -- but her being here hasn't exactly helped with that.]

You're right, it's not much help, but that's also not no help at all.

[Frustration and anger flash in her eyes for a second, before she deflates with a sad smile] Letting go isn't an option. Not for someone in my...position. The only easy retirement for me is a nice little plot of land three by six feet and seven feet down, because they'll keep coming for me whether I settle down or not.

[Alistair knows that feeling, honestly. Even as a King, he knows that if there's another blight ... they'll still come for him, even if he's on the throne.

And they won't stop until the Calling drags him underground to fight the darkspawn until he's dead.]

Ah, well. That I understand. Are they -- here, the beings that pursue you?

[She almost feels like he actually can, at least a little, but there are parts no one can. How it feels to be hunted constantly, not just by those wanting to use Bhaal's power, but by your own kin, knowing that you will one day have to hunt down and kill your own brothers and sisters, the only family that remains to you, because if you don't they will do everything in their power to butcher you and everyone around you without hesitation or mercy out of their own lust for blood and power.

That to survive means to be alone, and if you do succeed in killing all of your family, the fate that awaits you may be to become the new body of a dead god. Yet what she can't know is how she cannot fully understand him either.]

No, not yet, but in time they will come. They always come. [And the true danger, what they hunt, is still inside her]

[This -- this is some heavy stuff, even for Alistair. He rubs his hand through his hair, feeling awkward. He barely knows this woman, after all.]

Then I'm sorry. It always difficult, knowing there won't be a real end until -- well. Everything ends.

[She smiles weakly. Ends she understands. Daughter of Murder means she's very good at ends.]

Don't apologize. We all have our challenges.

Oh yes, and for me it's especially definitive. No Raise Dead spells here. Almost a relief.

That's true.

[He shakes his head, but pauses when she speaks about raising the dead.]

...yes, well. We're all very -- glad for that. Lack of -- raise dead. Because that is totally a thing that everyone has in their worlds!

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You don't have resurrection magic where you come from, do you? Cyric's Madness, what are your gods good for?

Nothing good. Nothing that's anything but -- blood magic.

That sounds both unpleasant and unhygienic.

Yes, both of those things. Among other things like being evil and a slippery slope to becoming an abomination.

[You know Dragon Age Characters, she knows a Ranger who would just love to meet all of you.] All power has the potential to corrupt, though I gather this is a bit more certain of a process.

[That is probably a terrible idea. Dragon Age's opinions on summoners of demons is very narrow-minded.]

Very much so. Dealing with demons can only lead to one thing.

[Oh no, this is a former NPC of hers who thinks all mages are demon summoning abominations viewed with suspicion at best]

A short and messy end if you didn't cast your protection from evil right?

Or a more drawn-out and painful torture at the hands of demons, but -- yes.

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