arlathvhen | I will call you home

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Tel'enfenim, da'len
Irassal ma ghilas
Ma garas mir renan
Ara ma'athlan vhenas
Ara ma'athlan vhenas

Never fear, little one,
Wherever you shall go.
Follow my voice--
I will call you home.
I will call you home.

Clan Ashara currently resides in a small valley nestled into the mountains, that seems idyllic for a Dalish clan. A stream runs through the valley, descending into a waterfall with the steep cliffs on one side, and sheer mountain walls going straight up on two other sides. The only way in and out is through a gap big enough to lead several aravels through. It's a defensible position, safe from any threats.

Except the fade rift that has opened up just a little ways from the gap.

The hunters can handle the demons spewing from it well enough, and there are always a couple stationed there to pick off whatever appears. But it's too dangerous to lead the aravels and noncombatants through, and thus, they are forced to wait.

To compound the issue, there's a village close to where they're currently staying, and while both sides have kept to themselves, neither are pleased with the current situation. They've helped get a message to the Inquisition in hopes that someone will come take care of the problem, and now both are tensely waiting for something to happen to change the situation, for better or worse.

And so the members of Clan Ashara, with their friends in tow, return back to their clan.

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[[ A catchall for the journey to the Heartland! Fight bandits or bears, chat with your neighbor, deal with the crushing existential dread of facing your family, or whatever you want! ]]

[[ This will be one thread, for the purpose of greeting the Keeper and First, and having a chance to introduce yourself or introduce others with you. ]]

The fade rift looms in front of the gap that leads to the valley where Clan Ashara are staying, but can be skirted around for the moment by the small group. When they do, the hunters that are standing watch for demons notices, and calls to them. After a quick conversation, one darts off towards where the clan is gathered. As the group progresses into the valley and towards the clan's camp, a figure in mage's robes can be seen moving towards them.

Beleth lets out a loud cry, and jumps off her hart, face lighting up in delight. Still yelling, like a mature adult, she runs at the figure, showing no intentions of actually stopping when they meet.

Edited 2016-09-22 17:03 (UTC)

As the rest of the party approaches at a more sedate pace, the figure seems to stop, as if he's heard something, then just as abruptly he is running towards Beleth. They meet in the middle, shouting, laughing, and swearing. It's pretty much the absolute picture of manners and maturity, right up to and including the part where Sorrel practically tips them both ass over teakettle trying to both lift and whirl Beleth at the same time.

He's definitely going to get an earful about spoiling the dignity of the moment, and you could ask him if he cares, but it's clear enough: he doesn't.

Edited 2016-09-22 18:29 (UTC)

Beleth seems to have little care for dignity, maturity, or the potential of tipping right over as Sorrel does his very darndest to twirl her around. She does not, in fact, seem to particularly care about anything, at all, except trying to babble excitedly at Sorrel, while also shouting and laughing and giving him kisses right on his dumb face. She's exuberant, that feeling that she's had since leaving the clan, like missing a limb, is finally gone, replaced with the familiarity of her constant companion since birth.

It takes her a bit to be able to be composed enough to actually speak more than an incoherent babbling mix of Common and Elvhen, but after a little bit, she turns to the group. "This is Sorrel! My twin! The one I told you about!" As opposed to all the other twins that she's been keeping secret. Then she turns to Sorrel, still grinning. "I told them about you! Look at you! You're a First!"

Deheune can be seen making her way to the group, at a much more dignified pace than her son.

"Don't believe anything she says, they were all lies," He tells them, calling right past Beleth in a flush of enthusiasm, grinning like the damned fool he is, "I know! I'm the First, who let that happen? It's a miracle the whole clan hasn't caught fire."

Ah, and he is the First, he abruptly remembers. Nothing can stop the smile, or the vibrating energy of being reunited with his twin, but he straightens his robes, and his spine, as Deheune makes her approach.

Right.

"Excuse me, I should do that again," Right, right, he's the First, he ought to be dignified about it, right? Right, "I am Sorellean, First of Clan Ashara. This is Keeper Deheune, who leads us in both word and deed. We welcome you."

He's undermining himself considerably by holding Beleth's hand, but it'd take raging dragons to pull them apart, and then the Dragons might be given a run for their money.

Beleth opens her mouth, poised to give him some kind of sass, when Sorrel remembers that he's an adult, which coincides nicely with Deheune finally reaching them. She gives Sorrel a Look, but doesn't bother to get after him at the moment. Instead, she turns to Beleth, reaching out to her.

"Look at you. You've changed, da'len. Does your mother get a hug?"

Beleth gives a sidelong glance to Sorrel, because raging dragons are one thing, their mother is another, and she reluctantly pulls away and commences to give Deheune what might possibly be the most awkward, perfunctory hug in Thedas. They part quickly, and Deheune turns to the rest of the group with a polite smile, while Beleth and Sorrel stand behind her, murmuring to each other.

"Andaran atish’an, Inquisition. I see many old faces--though some seem to be missing. You'll have to tell me how they fare." Beleth winces in the background, but Deheune continues, oblivious. "And new faces as well. As my First has stated, we welcome you to our clan. This is the first time we've allowed outsiders into the camp proper, I believe. Please, tell me your names."

[[ This is for anyone who wishes to have a private conversation with Keeper Deheune, and whomever else they might want to talk to her with. Deheune will be jointly played by Mica and myself. ]]

Deheune is a middle-aged Dalish elf, the Keeper of the Ashara Clan, and held in regard among the Dalish clans as one of exceptional competence. She may not always be the most friendly person, but she leads the large, tumultuous Ashara Clan with a skill few others could manage. Despite her stringent expectations on the members of her clan, Deheune is fairly progressive for a Dalish, more open than many Keepers to interacting and trading with outsiders.

Sure enough, she's politely amicable to any of the visitors to her clan, and if asked, will step aside with anyone who wants a private conversation with her.

Edited 2016-09-22 07:06 (UTC)

[[ A general prompt for anything happening while staying with the clan, interacting with other Clan Ashara NPCs, etc. ]]]

Clan Ashara is on the larger size for a Dalish clan, numbering over a hundred elves. Unsurprisingly, there are a wide variety of temperaments and opinions to be found, particularly regarding their new visitors, who have been allowed to explore the camp. As the Inquisition pokes around, they can meet the various elves and get an idea of how they feel about the current situation. Or, you can just keep to yourself and refuse to talk to anyone, if you want. You might get bothered anyway, though.

[[ blah blah placeholder for dahlasanor blah blah ]]

[[ This will be one thread for fighting the demons, with Thranduil for closing the rift. Feel free to NPC demons you're fighting, or throw in any Clan Ashara members you're NPCing to help. ]]

Once they get settled, fed, and rested, they are politely (but firmly) asked to get around to closing that damn rift, please. Other hunters from the clan join them as they travel to the rift to finally close it and allow Clan Ashara to move on. As soon as the group approaches the rift, it crackles with magic, and sends out the little tendrils of light that mean that demons are coming.

[[ The Inquisition will be allowed to stay, rest, and regroup for a couple days before the clan decides to get a move on. This is another catchall for any threads you want to take place after that, either directly as they leave, or on the way back to Skyhold. ]]

I will call you home

Traveling to the Heartland

Reaching the clan

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Meeting the Keeper

Clan Ashara

Clan Dahlasanor Emissaries

Closing the Rift

Back to Skyhold