[Leliana wakes up like any other morning, but something doesn't feel right. For one, it's suddenly a lot colder, and there's a lot of snow everywhere. More than that, however, she can't shake the slight sense of disorientation that colors her morning routine ( Read more... )

[Filtered a certain Antivan Crow.]

Zevran.

I have no intentions of standing idly by while these... things rampage the town, slaughtering innocents in search of a man who is both terrified and incoherent. A house near mine just went up in flames for no reason other than they were thereThese suited things... they're like darkspawn ( Read more... )

((Forward dated just long enough for Zevran to have purchased Leliana a rifle and given her some instruction on the basics of its usage. Callie and I agreed to handwave that bit.))

[People who live and/or travel around 1764 Beaver Street might notice that the redhead with the French Orlesian accent who lives there is not primped and dressed up ( Read more... )

[it's been quite some time since Cuba was droned. At first, Leliana hoped it was only temporary; listening in to other conversations around town suggested that it was possible ( Read more... )

[Leliana wakes in a strange room for the second time in a week, something that does not please her at all. Has she been kidnapped and transported again? That's obnoxious ( Read more... )

[Leliana wakes up in an unfamiliar bed wearing strange nightclothes. She sits up and looks around, recognizing exactly nothing that is in the room with her. Sun shines in from the window and a few birds are singing outside, but those two things seem to be the only things that tie back to any sort of reality that she's familiar with ( Read more... )