[OPEN] 🌿 I feel the fire flare alight inside me

[ofwovenstone]

WHO: Cassandra de Rolo (ofwovenstone) and OPEN, Aella Tabris (fangoffenharel) and OPEN
WHEN: November 1st to the 10th
WHAT: Backdated event shenanigans
WHERE: The town of Gazin and Vasari forest for the most part
WARNINGS: None at the moment.
NOTES: Starters for both in the comments.

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🌿 Cassandra de Rolo

[ofwovenstone]

🌿 a stranger and a storm

[ofwovenstone]

Cassandra cannot help but notice the unfamiliar face in Gazin. There’s something... unusual about her, something she can’t quite put her finger on. She reminds her of... she’s not certain. But the strange woman draws her attention. As does the fact that she doesn’t appear to talk. Smile, and hum... but never talk. The strangeness is more than that, though.

And she is curious.

She doesn’t seek the young woman out, doesn’t purposefully follow her, but she does make note of her when she sees her.

Until the storm hits. It’s a violent one, and other than checking on Melora in the stables, Cassandra takes shelter in the inn, spending most of her time sitting in an out of the way corner, reading, and writing, and drinking. And drawing.

🌿 a search and a symbol

[ofwovenstone]

After, though, there’s no missing the strange red-orange glow coming from the forest. And Cassandra wastes no time in saddling Melora and riding out towards the heart of Vasari. To investigate. There has to be a connection between the storm and the glow. Maybe even the woman; it was unusually coincidental for her to appear just before the storm came.

Could be nothing. But she’s a suspicious woman, and doesn’t truck with things being quite THAT coincidental.

Only before she can make it to the source of the glow she starts... finding something strange. Symbols, carved into the trunks of trees and made out of rocks and hanging from the trees made of twigs and twine. She notes it down... before turning around. She needs to do some research. See if she can learn what the symbol means.

🌿 outburst

[ofwovenstone]

Cassandra has never felt quite so warm. The weather is pleasant, as is the temperature... but somehow she is just... utterly roasting. It comes in fits and starts, and it’s driving her to distraction. When it strikes her she ends up slipping into her room and removing as many layers as is possible while still remaining... dressed. Scandalous, perhaps, but she doesn’t care. Her dreams have been different as well; in shades of orange and red, like there are flames flickering somewhere she cannot see.

She’s sitting and drawing in her journal, absentmindedly – doodles that mostly consist of the symbol and flames, with the occasional more detailed drawing of Vasari forest, lit up by the strange red-orange glow.

“Would you leave me ALONE!” The outburst catches her by surprise, and she looks up at the innkeeper and tavern owner in shock. Who had simply been coming over to check on her, nothing more. Oh, Pelor. What was going on with her? “I’m so sorry. I don’t... I don’t know what came over me.”

The innkeeper looks worried; he’s never seen her that short-tempered before. (He has no doubt that she can be, but she’s never been anything but warm and friendly with him.) “Let me get you something to eat. I never see you eating much. That can wreak havoc with you.”

She nods, ashamed. “Thank you. That would be lovely.”

As he leaves she buries her face in her hands. She’s never been so irritable, before. Short-tempered, her mood-swinging every which way abruptly and without warning. Or, she’s never been so unable to hide it before. She’s usually much better about keeping a rein on her emotions.

🌿 WILDCARD

[ofwovenstone]

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⚔️ Aella Tabris

[fangoffenharel]

⚔️ storming

[fangoffenharel]

Aella, however, doesn’t notice the strange new face. Morrigan is gone, and she’s still wrecked by the loss of her only friend. She doesn’t know what that Warden is like, the one she’s going back to, but she wishes... Well. It doesn’t fucking matter what she wishes. It’s reluctance that drives her from the spot in the forest where Morrigan had been staying to the inn, to take shelter from the damn storm.

She is drenched when she finally ducks through the door. And rather grumbly. So she sits and drinks and dries off. Fuck, she misses Zevran. And Sten. Ohgren too. What she wouldn’t give for her dwarf friend to drink with.

⚔️ exploration and creepy symbols

[fangoffenharel]

Once the storm is finally done and she’s not going to get drenched just by looking outside, Aella takes off. There’s a strange fucking glow coming from the forest and she means to figure out what the hell is going on. And besides, investigating this shit means she’s not thinking about things. Or missing her friend. So she goes.

“What the shit is this?” There are symbols all over the place, carved into trees and made out of rocks and HANGING FROM THE FUCKING TREES like some sort of creepy-ass warning.

“Okay, yeah. This is NOT good at all.” It gives her the heebie jeebies. The storm couldn’t have done this. And she really wishes that Morrigan was here. Because maybe she would recognize the symbols somehow. Maybe they’d mean something to her, being a mage. But they mean fuck-all to her. Using her knife, she cuts one of the symbols down that was hanging in the trees. Probably cursing herself, but really, what else is new?

Maybe someone in Gazin will know what it means.

⚔️ bar fight

[fangoffenharel]

It’s so fucking hot. It shouldn’t be this hot but Aella is ROASTING. To the point where she’s down to Dalish-style clothing. Barely wearing anything at all. And it barely helps. At least it’s not ALL the time. But enough to make her want to punch something.

She’s in a tavern, different than her usual, drinking something that’s barely ale at all. And trying really fucking hard to ignore the asshole trying to get into her trousers. She tries. She does. But her temper has been worse than usual and by the tenth time he’s tried to brag about something she can’t fucking take it anymore.

“Shut. UP!” she growls, turning and throwing the first punch, slugging him across the jaw as hard as possible. The bar bursts into chaos. Because of course he had friends.

⚔️ WILDCARD

[fangoffenharel]

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