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Date & Time: Sept 23rd, 2012.
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports have all arrived and have been shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings.
Warnings: None.

You've just been hustled and bustled through mazes of information and literal, wide corridors of the Initiative Hold and you've been equipped with your weapon—be it a gun, a sword, or even your existing powers. They've handed you this light netbook and a small pouch of coins (or a debit card, if you're more inclined), and there are several Transports before and after you going through the very same motions. You can hear the Greeter's voice as she walks alongside large groups, telling them all about the history of this place and sharing with you your purpose here in a hurried and urgent tone. "This isn't standard," she's saying, walking perhaps faster than most of the people she's dragging around. "We don't normally have so many Transports at once. Please, let me show you into the courtyard."

You pass what looks like huge gymnasiums, all with dummies and targets strewn and splayed around the room. Training areas. There are even classrooms, and a few small offices. You're rushed past a large library while the Greeter informs you that you can find almost all your information there, if you've got the time to look—and trust her, you'll have time. You don't spend a lot of time in the bank, and it's a bit of a blur of exchanges with more and more of these strangely-accented and oddly polite-seeming members of the Initiative.

Soon enough, you're in a massive courtyard bustling with all the other Transports. It's not exactly what you'd expect, and it looks more like barracks than anything—huge walls of concrete and stone, separating you from all of the hallways you'd just passed through. It's raining heavily, and dark clouds loom in the air. It's a chill cold, and there are shelters—long cloth hangings that extend from the walls of concrete to house you from the rain, but not enough. Most notably, the courtyard is filled with a marketplace. Even in the cold and the rain, there are several citizens seated at their covered booths and tables. They're selling all manner of their own handmade goods and foods, and citizens and Transports alike are traveling from one small covered shop to another in search of all manner of necessities.

The Greeter's voice has become so faint now, but you swear you can make it out in the back of the crowds as she tells you, "Good luck. Be safe!"

Her voice is drowned out by the busy marketplace, though even the transactions taking place are somewhat subdued. Nobody is overly happy, really, though most citizens can be found with smiles on their faces. It doesn't seem like they're that shocked to see you, either; even if you're not bound in tattered rags and wrapped in heavy shawls as they are. You're welcome to walk up to a shop, and find yourself something to eat—hey, maybe you'll even find something akin to a raincoat. Or, you can join the others under the coverings against the walls. Where am I? What war? She was talking so fast, and it didn't all make very much sense… did anyone else catch it all?

Welcome to the courtyard. Welcome to the Initiative Hold—and most importantly, welcome to Exsilium.

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[The anger she sees in his eyes mirrors the very look she'd seen on Alistair for an entire year, eyes darkening with rage whenever Loghain's name was merely mentioned. She knows that anger, that hate, very well herself. She reaches out and sets her fingers over his clenched knuckles, the gesture far lighter and more tentative than when he'd extended her the same comfort. It's almost as if she's asking permission at first, but then she settles her hand atop his.]

I am sorry. He was kind to us and he will never be forgotten. No Warden ever will be.

[So long as a Theirin is on the throne, the Wardens will be welcome. With any luck, even when Alistair goes to his calling, things will remain largely unchanged.

At length, she nods. That last word is said like he doesn't really think it's true. His concern is obvious. She loathes the idea of keeping him at arms' length in this but until she's had the chance to speak to Morrigan, she cannot tell him. Not everything. Not yet.

Instead, she focuses on the thought of Nathaniel, even if that, too, brings her some discomfort.]

We knew each other when we were younger. Not well but...enough. He heard that I killed his father and he came to kill me instead. I let him go and he came back to ask to be given a position within the Wardens. He knew what he was facing. He wanted something more from his life and he wished to regain his honor. I consented. We needed recruits.

[She hates admitting that she took him in so willingly. Had she truly care for Nathaniel's well being, she would have denied him entry. But it had been his choice and she couldn't deny him that, not when she recognized how much she had taken from him too.]

[It takes a little time for the tension in his grip to lessen. Riordan deserved better than that, but didn't they all? He nods, covers her hand covering his, and then draws away to finish up with making his tea. He sets the strainer aside on the saucer and pulls his cup in close. The warmth feels good against his palms.]

So you had your vengeance on Howe. [He doesn't seem to disapprove, meeting her gaze over the rim of his cup.

There's an odd hint of relief in his demeanor when he lowers it again. Joinings forged in acrimony and revenge rarely ended well, his own career aside. He wouldn't have wished the eventual guilt and bitterness on her or the Howe boy that could come of that.]

If he came to you in good faith and seemed competent, you had no reason to turn him away. People have joined for less noble reasons than that and still managed well. Things between the two of you now are eased?

[She says nothing during all of it, letting him work through his own anger for the time being. There's nothing to say, nothing that can ease his pain. And there should not be. There was no excuse for what Loghain did, just as there was no excuse for what Howe did to her, and she's barely scratched the surface of his crimes. There is such a thing as excessive detail, however, and she chooses to leave it at that.]

He was working for Loghain. He convinced him that my family was spying for the Orlesians. He locked Anora up. We would have had to deal with him eventually at the Landsmeet, if nothing else.

[But she would be lying if she said it hadn't been satisfying to cut him down after everything. Her face conveys the sentiment enough, meeting his gaze without guilt.

She warms her hands over her mug for the time being.]

Yes, things are well. He's proved an invaluable ally and friend when I've needed someone at my back. He was a powerful fighter before his Joining. He's taken to his new life well, all things considered, and he's regained some of what the Howe's lost thanks to my brother. I think he's content.

[They don't speak much about their own feelings on Warden life. They've never been much for sharing such personal details.]

The other Warden here from my group is named Anders. He's a mage from Kinloch Hold who's escaped the circle...multiple times. [She smiles thinly as she finally sips from her drink.] He's a healer. Very powerful. He runs the clinic here.

More likely he used Loghain's paranoia to further his own ends. That partnership would only have lasted for as long as Howe could benefit.

[He had known the man more by reputation than getting personally close. For all of his lauds gained during the rebellion, he had seemed nothing more than a grubbing opportunist. He had known enough like him on the streets to smell it from a league away.]

Loghain allowed his own daughter to be locked away? He must have worried what she might say about Cailan, or that she could keep enough of his popularity alive that the Banns wouldn't fall easily into line. He underestimated them, or he overestimated his own popularity. One cannot rest on a former reputation forever, not when one is actively ruining it in the present.

[He took a slow sip of his tea and set the cup back down with a soft clack.]

I'm glad to hear that about the younger Howe. Also glad to hear that Fergus lives. I was going to get around to asking you about him soon.

[Rather than seeming alarmed or disapproving of her description of the mage, he seems quietly impressed.] Good for him. [A soft murmur.]

Many of my friends in the Wardens through the years have been mages. They're wasted in the circles more often than not.

It would not surprise me in the slightest.

[Manipulative bastard. How long had he supped with her family, all smiles, while he planned to have them all murdered? He'd been greedy to the very end, believing he deserved more for being the wicked soul he was.]

The Bannorn refused him in so many ways but he was still Anora's father and in charge of their defenses. He led the army. They were frightened of his power, and rightfully so. When we sprang her loose, Ser Cauthrien had no idea she was being held. It's...always possible that Loghain was so far wrapped up in his own plans that he hadn't realized what he'd almost lost.

[That thought pleases her no more than the idea that he'd willingly imprison his own child because she dared to stand against him. How could a father be so distracted as to never notice his daughter was missing?

She nods absently.]

Fergus is fine, last I checked. Teyrn of Highever, as my father before him. We don't get many chances to send letters to one another...but he thinks of me. It's all I can ask for.

[He's never far from her thoughts, just as he had been on her mind during the Blight. Now, however, she doesn't need to be as afraid for him.

She smiles, lifting her mug to her lips.]

I agree. He would wholeheartedly agree with you too. He's been against the circles for as long as I've known him.

[And getting more vehement about their dissolution by the day, it seems. That's the troubling part, coupled with the Fade spirit inside of him.]

There's another Warden here, one I didn't meet before I arrived. Her name is Bethany Hawke, another mage. She's new to the order and I'm afraid she's having a hard time with her new life. [A pause.] And you'll find Anders isn't very enthusiastic about the Wardens either. [Best to get that out in the open before he starts asking the mage questions.]

[He listens quietly to the rest of it. If Loghain would abandon his own son-in-law on the field of battle, the son of his closest friend, it's not a stretch to imagine him writing Anora off as a liability to be dealt with when it was more convenient. He glances down into the surface of his tea as though it might have answers for him. The reflection of his own troubled features reminds him that the here and now is of more concern.

When he lifts his head, his demeanor is clearer.] Your brother was an excellent scout. I'm not surprised to hear he made it through the battle alive. It's good that the two of you are able to correspond at all.

[He takes a sip of his tea, considering what to tell her and what to keep to himself. She can hardly be thought of as his protege any longer. She wasn't under his training for that long and has far exceeded expectations.]

I wasn't pleased with my Joining. I was conscripted. It's something every Warden handles differently, regardless of the circumstances of how they come to the order. In this place, aside from the Taint, it's less of an issue than it would be in Thedas. I'd much rather deal with them as people first. Our bond is hardly reason enough to expect them to trust me. I won't throw it in their faces.

[She spares him her thoughts about Fergus, how she worries about him. He hasn't remarried. It's not that she'd expect him to so much that she knows he's still grieving. Highever is empty. He left a family and came home an orphan. She wishes she'd thought to request for leave from the Wardens for a while so she could see him. When she goes home, she just might.

Elissa faintly smiles, fondness in the corners of her lips and in her eyes.]

And always will be. We're lucky to still have each other.

[At first, she consented to sit back and have some of her tea while he spoke. But she stops mid-sip to listen, eventually setting the cup down. He's absolutely right, of course. She's done much of the same. But perhaps she's pushed too far as well in her hopes of pulling their misshapen group together for some semblance of unity. She nods.]

I don't know Bethany well enough to know her circumstances. She's a sweet girl, though. [And witty to boot.] Anders was all right with being conscripted. It was that or be dragged back to the circle. Things just went...horribly wrong when I left Amaranthine. I still wish I knew all of what happened but he won't tell me.

[That, in itself, is strange. It's as if she's come back to find the front door's been locked on her.]

[He taps a finger at the edge of his cup, the only sign of any internal agitation. He hadn't been thinking of it immediately upon arrival. He had no reason to. He couldn't have known other Wardens would be here, or how many.]

Perhaps he needs time. A time of Blight and the years afterward are always tumultuous. History paints us that picture vividly.

[He's quiet again while he tries to work out what he wishes to say. He lifts his cup for another slow, thoughtful sip.]

Perhaps we should focus less on being Wardens here and more on the fact that we are all far from home. The Joining is rarely a guarantee of trust or unity. Bitter feelings are often engendered. At home, we had the threat of the darkspawn as a unifying reason. It's less black and white here.

There are also current circumstances that will be volatile. We must handle those with care to ensure all of us from Thedas remain as strong as possible. That we remain united in more than simply captivity or helplessness.

[Anders had his time, she wants to say, and look what happened. But she holds her tongue for both Duncan's sake and her own. She isn't in the mood to talk about what he's done or what will happen. There's nothing she can do to stop it.]

I hope he'll come around to at least being more at ease with us, even if he doesn't want anything to do with the Wardens. That's all I ask of him.

[But she knows just as well as he does that being a Warden is nothing you can escape from. It is not a blessing, but a calling.]

Once we work through those things, I think we'll at least be ready to challenge the circumstances of our plight.

We've spoken about the possibility of coming together to potentially build an army here, one that will be able to protect both the Imports and the citizens. [Against the United Earth and the Initiative goes unsaid.] But we need to build the trust and rapport of others outside of Thedas before we will be ready.

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If you think it might help, I can speak with him.

[It wouldn't hurt for him to gain a passing familiarity with all of the Wardens stuck there with him, Nate and Bethany included.]

It will be a start. [He nods as he listens, the warmth of the tea slowly having him feeling human again.] Indeed, and we won't be able to do that if they see the lot of us bickering among ourselves. We may not be able to force everyone to get along. I believe we'll be able to manage talking enough sense into them not to have any public scenes. [He hopes.]

I want you to meet them anyway, actually. Whether we band together as Wardens or as Thedosians...it doesn't matter. I want you to meet them. All of them.

[There's pride in her voice, for her recruits, her companions, and for Duncan himself. Why wouldn't she want them to meet the man who saved her life? And why would she want him absent from her circle of friends? She only knew Duncan for a few weeks, certainly, but this is an opportunity for her to know more about him. She wouldn't keep him out of her life even if he's dead in their world.

She smiles slightly, the gesture crooked. She takes a sip of her tea.]

I don't think we'll all get along. That would be impossible. But it should be easier to bring people together once we open our eyes and realize that we're not going to change anything by standing around like sheep and bickering.

We're all we have in this new world, like it or not. We need to make the best of that.

It's looking like there will be plenty of time for it.

[It feels odd to say for someone whose time had so recently run out. It's a moment of clarity, simple gratitude. It doesn't change his perception of the overall situation, but the mere idea that he's a dead man walking and not undead is a huge miracle he's not willing to take for granted.]

So we do, and we shall. We may have to drag a few to the realization kicking and screaming. [A soft snort.] We shall if we must.

[He polishes off his tea and sets the mug aside with a satisfied sigh.]

Thank you for the tea. I'm much warmer than I was before we came here.

[It brings a light smile to her face as she drinks from her cup, now warm but not so scalding. She's glad to see he's slowly coming back around after so much information has been shoved at him. The last thing she could ever want is for him to feel as though he should stand aside and do nothing because he's already dead.]

Of that, I have no doubt.

[She chuckles.]

But that's what we're best at, one way or another.

[She sets her tea down with a nod.]

It's the very least I can do. I know you'll probably have questions over the next few days while you get acclimated, especially once you've spoken to the people here. I'll show you where my room is before you settle in so you'll know where I'll be. No one's difficult to find in the apartments.

That we are. [For better or for worse. If there's any sort of silver lining to this place, it's that he can't feel so much as a whisper of a darkspawn, just the vague sense of her across the table from him and possibly other Wardens not terribly distant.]

You'll tire of them if I ask them all. I'll ration them a little at a time. It will give us something to discuss on dull days.

Ah, yes, I appreciate that. I have a room assignment. I haven't tried to go there. I was thinking I could do so after darkness fell.

[And BOMBS, but shhhh.]

[Nodding, she finishes off the last of her tea and sets her cup down once more. Her smile widens.]

Yes, because I certainly wasn't badgering you with questions after those first few days.

[Once the shock of the slaughter of Highever wore off and she'd come to accept her new life, she'd been just as aflutter with questions as she had been back home.]

They're not hard to spot. The buildings in the distance, the large ones, are the housing apartments. They're easy to navigate once you understand the layout. You won't have any trouble.

There were times I thought you might shy something at me across the campfire when I had to keep putting you off about the specifics of life in the Wardens.

[His expression eases pleasant. She and her hound had been decent traveling companions. The journey to Ostagar, for all of the grim purpose behind it, hadn't been a bad time, merely urgent and swift.]

They pay us and house us. How well they treat their fancy captives.

[A little dry.]

Shall we then?

[He's feeling restless, a need to get back out and explore, to see all that he can, learn what he can of the lay of the streets, and he doesn't want to take up too much of her time.]

I might have, in fact, if the circumstances had been any different.

[Spoiled, selfish thing she used to be. How quickly that changed between the massacre and Ostagar.

To his quip, she merely rolls her eyes as she begins to stand.]

Perfect hosts, frankly.

[The dog eases up onto his feet and stretches out as she passes to go pay the girl at the counter, thanking her for her hospitality and tea. She turns back to Duncan.]

I'll walk you to the main path, if you'll allow.

[She's no fool; he wants to keep exploring. She doesn't blame him. But she'd be remiss to send him on his way without at least taking him back to the main road.]

I was prepared. [He widens his eyes just a little and gives a nod.

Snorting at that, he stands and unrolls his poncho as he lifts it from the floor. He tosses it over his head and settles it all around for maximum rain deflection. He's still wet under the armor. Sitting indoors and drinking tea has allowed his body heat to permeate the fabric so that he's not so cold.]

Worried I'll get lost? Lead the way. I'm sure I'll get lost sooner or later. It might as well not be today. Thank you again.

[He turns to the serving woman.] And thank you.

[He gestures Elissa ahead of him and braces himself for round two of the cold wet.]

[She's certain he was and she's glad she never resorted to such behavior.

Carefully, she pulls her hair back so it may fit easily in the hood of her own coat when she does, at last, pull it over her head. A few drops linger from earlier but nothing so bad as before.]

I doubt you'll get too turned around. The main road is easy to find after a while. But in the rain, you'd have a miserable time of it. I was lucky enough to arrive when it was warm.

[The mabari darts out first, eager to be moving, and she follows.]

Really, think nothing of it. It's my pleasure.

[It's nice to do something simple and mundane, for once, instead of ridiculous errands for others. Better, still, that it was with someone she knew.]

Cold and wet seem to be a theme for me. It often is both whenever I arrive somewhere new. The first time I came to Ferlden it was in the dead of winter. This isn't that bad.

[He has enough of his equilibrium back to regain some of his wry humor.

He keeps pace with them and pays attention to the route this time, not as distracted by his thoughts. He's used to the close press of buildings. The pavement and lack of vegetation are what throw him off a little. It seems very odd not squelching through mud puddles and avoiding weed patches.]

I bet you hated it.

[She knows she would have if she had come from somewhere much warmer. But being Ferelden-born, she's taken pride in the climate, even its winters. Unless, of course, she's marching in the snow.

As they round a set a shops, her pace slows as a thought occurs to her.]

Alistair. Should I wait for you to find him and tell him that you're here?

[His diplomatic silence in response to the question is answer enough. His first forays into Denerim and the royal palace there had him less than impressed, and nostalgic for Orlais, which he hated for different reasons.]

That might be for the best. I don't want him dropping everything to try to find me or feeling anxious if he can't right away. If I don't manage to see him in the next few days, we can reassess.

[He'll feel sore at her for not telling him, she suspects. But it'll be worth in the end to see him reunite with his old mentor.]

That's probably best. I don't know how I'd begin to explain it to him.

[Duncan will be better at handling it, obviously.

Elissa takes him back to the main road at last, glancing one last time around at the few people milling around to ensure there's no one else recognizable there. She turns back to him.]

I'm going to go to the Hold and see who else is there. We haven't had recruits in almost a month. It's...unheard of, or so I've been told. I want to see what I can find out.

[She smiles slightly.]

If you need me, I won't be far. You can use your device to get a hold of me...or you can ask someone. I think you'll be just fine, though.

I'm not sure how to explain it myself. Perhaps when we see one another there won't be much need for explanations.

[He has no idea how he could be brought back from the dead or transported between worlds at all. Even with the Fade, it's not a physical transfer. So far he has had no indication that this isn't exactly that. He takes a slow breath on that thought, something to save for later.]

I'll call if I need. I'm going to do my best to start familiarizing myself with the place. Thank you again for the tea and answering my questions. I'm sure I'll see you again soon.

[He takes a few steps back, turns, and heads off away from where he was when he arrived, wanting a better overview of the terrain.]

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