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TEST DRIVE #6

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OPTIONAL SCENARIOS

01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD.
The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks!

02. THE STATION.
Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms!

03. WILDCARD.
Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[Fenris raises an eyebrow]

You are from Thedas?

[Blissfully unaware of his impending doom. At least he gets to eat some of his peeled grapes.]

Formerly of Minrathous, currently with the inquisition. [He pauses. If Thedas was a term he was familiar with, then this man was likely from home as well. And because he's an elf with markings that don't seem to align with the Dalish...]

Does this mean you're from an alienage or a slave?

[Hopefully Dorian has quick reflexes because Fenris throws the wineglass he had at his head before picking him up and slamming him against the wall]

I am no one's slave, magister.

[Dorian manages to avoid the flying wineglass which was really unwarranted.]

Now just a--

[Whatever else he planned on saying gets cut off before he finds himself picked up and slammed against the wall. Instinctively, one hand goes out to attempt a spell without the help of his staff to focus his magic. He feels lyrium react and draws on it to forcefully throw Fenris off. The resulting force is more powerful than he'd planned it to be.]

And I'm not a magister.

[Now he finally grabs his staff from where he left it against a wall and holds it ready.]

Now I recommend you don't try that again. Lyrium, against a mage?

[When the magister pulls from the lyrium, Fenris nearly howls in pain. No one's done that in a while; he'd forgotten how much it hurt.

It doesn't keep him down for too long however, and he reaches for the greatsword on his back. He's fought stronger, alongside Hawke. He isn't afraid of this man.

He is glowing however. Brightly.]

Are you responsible for this kidnapping, then? Are we in the Fade?

[Dorian has absolutely no qualms against fighting and possibly killing this crazy elf. But he does object to the notion that he is somehow responsible for this solely because of his homeland.]

I'm flattered you think so highly of my abilities, but no. My homeland may be considered the source of all evil, but this is pushing it.

[Not to mention that if this was the Fade they should be able to see the Black City.]

Nothing good has come from Tevinter. How do we know this isn't some elaborate spell cast by the magisters?

[Fenris really doesn't know that much about the Fade, clearly]

And what would the Magisterium possibly gain from this, slave? [If he has to listen to constant insults about the Imperium, he's going to be a jerk right back.]

[Fenris's sword comes swinging down towards Dorian's head]

I am not a slave. Danarius is dead--no one has that claim over me any longer.

[The imps, meanwhile, are loving this and have gotten popcorn.]

[He barely manages to jump back in time to avoid splitting his skull open. He then swings his staff, summoning blasts of fire in retaliation.

The name Danarius is familiar in as much as all members of the Magsterium were known to him. Not personally, but with the awareness that they were both altus. Dorian knows that some slaves were treated poorly and this fellow must have been one of them if his reaction to the mere mention of Tevinter was this severe. It still doesn't excuse his behaviour in his opinion.]

I'm not the one you need to convince. [Dorian cares very little and he protests far too much.]

[And Fenris just dodges the fireballs. Really, he's dealt with worse]

You're the one who is calling me that. Do you see chains on me?

[Aside from the markings.]

I have fought stronger opponents than you and won. Do not test me.

[The fireballs then go on to splatter against the table and it's only because the food is on fire that the imps start to care about the fight beyond the entertainment value.

They hiss and swarm the two, scratching and biting at everything they can reach.]

I could say the-- Kaffas! What are these blasted creatures?

[He's forced to hop around and physically hit at the imps as they try and claw their way up.]

What the--get off!

[Fenris manages to get the imps off him rather easily--they don't like his pointy armor and all it takes is a hand through a chest or two before the others scatter, deciding that this one is so not worth harassing]

[After a few more carefully aimed hits he raises his staff to draw on spirits to terrify the imps into fleeing.

How do you like that display of necromancy, Fenris?]

Now where were we?

[Swordpoint to your neck is how he reacts]

Get out.

[Dorian holds very still. At this point, it's a matter of what's faster, his ability to channel magic or Fenris' reflexes and he's not keen to find out.]

Where to? I am a prisoner here, same as you are.

I am sure there are rooms other than this one. Get. Out. Or I will not be merciful.

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TEST DRIVE #6

HAVE YOU SEE THAT 'STACHE? THAT IS A WEIRD ASS 'STACHE

DON'T INSULT THE 'STACHE IT IS BEAUTIFUL OKAY

IT'S A CREEPER STACHE

YOU JUST DON'T APPRECIATE GOOD FACIAL HAIR

C R E E P ER

H A N D S O M E

ugly--and so are his shoes

at least he wears shoes

no elves wear shoes

because they're all losers

tell that to Solas

SOLAS IS A LOSER

NICE KNOWIN YA

nah it's cool that loser won't dare try something

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