closed, ish.

[byblow]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Alistair
RECIPIENT: Grey Wardens & Other Shady Fuckers
WHAT: Shopping lists, probably
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: From Halamshiral to wherever
NOTES: PLEASE THREADJACK, PLEASE GO OFF TOPIC, this is for bonding and chatter for Wardens + anyone else living in or around the Guild House/Camp Shady in the valley. If you're not sure your character would have been included then you're welcome to assume they were! He'd be liberal about who's on the list. He's just not bothering The Whole Inquisition. This is such a long note. I'm sorry, for that and for so much else.

Hello Wardens and... [ assassins and bards and blood mages? ] ...friends. This is Alistair; I'm in Halamshiral; there's a market that hasn't been burned down yet. Does anyone need anything?

If it's expensive, you may have to send me some money. Or tell me how it will stop the Blight. One of the two.

Comments

[justice_is_blond]

[There's a quiet stretch on his end too... but that's because he's actually laughing.]

All right, all right. But he did ask for it.

[byblow]

Maker's—

[ This is the darkest timeline. But he's not a quitter. After a horrified pause, he takes a deep breath. ]

YOU KNOW ANDRASTE'S OLD MABARI. HE DON'T SHOW UP IN THE CHANT— [ air gulp ] —AND IF YOU ASK THOSE HOLY SISTERS, WELL, THEY'LL SAY ANDRASTE CAN'T HAVE SOME BIG OLD SMELLY WARDOG, BUT ALL FERELDEN KNOWS IT RIGHT— [ air! ] OUR SWEET LADY NEEDED SOMEONE WHO COULD WARM HER FEET AT NIGHT.

[justice_is_blond]

[The noise that comes from one participant is wheezing, rather than lips smacking. Alistair is singing loudly to drown out any sounds of making out. The Alistair. Is singing. A horrible, awful song. While Anders is with Nate, and near Kaisa, and the world isn't so bad.

He can't make out because he's laughing too hard to breathe right.]

[pinprick]

No no no no, [Nathaniel whispers, the occasional bubble of spiteful laughter breaking out.] If we stop, he'll know he has a weapon he can use later.

[But it's no use. Anders' laughter is infectious. Soon Nathaniel is bent over Anders' shoulder, laughing harder than he has in months, maybe years.]

[byblow]

[ EXASPERATED SIGH you can't just light the city on fire Beleth. ]

Any books of songs I found in Orlais are likely to be Orlesian.

[ombranera]

[ Have a second voice chiming in, with a howling dog and infant's laughter in the background. ]

And there's Andraste's mabari
By the Holy Prophet's side.
In the fight against Tevinter,
That dog would never hide.
They say the Maker sent him special,
Always loyal, without pride,
So he could be the sworn companion
Of the Maker's Holy Bride.

[ombranera]

Two bandoleers of throwing knives, One vial of deathroot extract, two cartons of black bees wax and Rodrigo's fine resin. For killing darkspawn of course.

[justice_is_blond]

Careful there, I think that probably counts as mood music for Fereldans.

[But there's joy in his voice as he says it.]

[chainlightning]

Do they have any nice things for horses? War horses?

[byblow]

What's wrong with regular-color beeswax?

[ombranera]

I am the Ombra Nera. The Black Shadow. Not the beige-yellowish shadow.

[byblow]

Do war horses... want nice things?

[byblow]

Do you have a war horse?

[byblow]

Are you wearing the beeswax?

[byblow]

[ Briefly aside: ] We only need one of you to be put off.

OH THAT DOG HE GUARDS ANDRASTE WITHOUT ARROGANCE OR FEAR--

[chainlightning]

For their definition of nice, I would think!

And yes. His name is Honeysuckle. He also has a very fancy war name, but I like "Honeysuckle" better.

[pinprick]

[Nathaniel is a bit competitive. Just a bit. He grabs Anders' hand.]

Hold onto your crystal, we're headed for our tent.

[failedfirst]

You're not funny.

I need quill pen nibs as well. Size 6, extra fine. I just noticed I only have two left.

[byblow]

[ There's a thoughtful pause. ]

Would you ever consider marrying me, Merrill?

[justice_is_blond]

Say no, his serenades are the worst.

[byblow]

Mmm, now call me obnoxious.

And tell me more about nibs.

[chainlightning]

Oh! Well, you are very kind, and also quite handsome.

Maybe if things with Mal don't work out.

[ is she joking? who can say ]

Why?

[justice_is_blond]

Love.

[It's far more quiet than other comments; he's not talking into the crystal. Rather, he's forgotten his is on for the moment.]

Not over the crystals. And they're being funny. It's... It's nice.

[byblow]

Quiet, I'm proposing.

[aintwejust]

Things with Mal will work out. Just say'n. Don't need no fancy Grey Warden fool keep'n you company.