#thekeepershand

[lyonface]

thekeepershand replied to your post “thekeepershand replied to your chat “me: *falls down the stairs*...”

Indeed I have, sweet friend. You have made me the offer of bearing my weeping... I'm sure you'll need a mop for the tears.

I was...about to make a Hannibal reference. I will save it for when you get the context.

[lyonface]

thekeepershand replied to your chat “me: *falls down the stairs* it's fine. Ok. At least I got downstairs...”

O .O

You have been warned, ma falon.

[crowcrest-remade]

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[fadewalking-archived]

Hahren! Excuse the intrusion. I am curious about the runes used in the Fallow Mire. It's assumed that Apostate Widris authored them to document that poison of hers in a secure fashion. However, she wrote the measurements and developments within the journal that we recovered. Also, did Widris really seem the sort to tangle with unfamiliar runes that evoke vague thoughts and emotion? I am not convinced, and I am confused by this. It seems a discrepancy to me. What do you think?

Perhaps it was less of a documentation in the glyphs and more akin to a part of a key, separated into different parts for safekeeping. The journal, if I recall correctly, was more or less ramblings of her activities that got more and more paranoid by each page turn. Though that is all we could gather from what parts of it were intelligible at all. It was only in the last page where she had written a cipher for the glyphs she claimed as her own.

I do not think these runes were unfamiliar to her, if we are to believe she created them. She was clever, that much was clear, given her success with her concoction, and hiding the runes in plain sight yet keeping them indecipherable only seems to match that cleverness. I do not see the discrepancy you see. Consider it this way: If you had succeeded in creating a very powerful weapon, and you were sure that there was to be an attempt to steal it, would you keep the recipe entirely in one place? Or would you spread it out in encrypted notes, useless to all who do not hold the one cipher? The runes were a way of safeguarding her work, and a particularly ingenious one, if you ask me.

Though I do not think there is some greater conspiracy here, inquisitive minds such as your own seem a rare find in this age, and it matters that you thought to ask, da’len. 

[itha-tavir]

@thekeepershand

The Breach had been nothing but a giant accident, and the Herald was simply a smaller assumed impossibility in an ever growing list. His presumptions aside, Solas was quite certain that the assumption-shattering surprises would continue for the coming months, although he could only hope that they would appear at a slightly slower pace, at the very least.

He placed his hand over his mouth as he stared pensively at the Breach, its growth stable now despite it still being the most immediate threat to them. His resources on his own were nothing to scoff at, but they were still very slim in comparison to that of this fledgling Inquisition. As meager as it currently was, it was growing bigger by the day. As he watched Ma’nehn cross in front of him towards the Chantry, down passed the steps to the apothecary, he had to curse his poor luck. Granted, his luck seems to have always been poor, it was not truly a surprise.

The Dalish Herald was an unfortunate occurrence, although perhaps only for him in particular. It was difficult keeping his occasional irritation and bite back when addressing Ma’nehn. She was head-strong, over confident, and the exact picture that he had always carried with him in regards to those of the Dalish. From the moment he inquired after her heritage soon after meeting her, all the way to their first real conversation at the settlement, he had noticed a growing ball of resentment churning in the pit of his stomach. It was like déjà vu , speaking to her, as if he were addressing nearly every Dalish elf he had previously spoken to all combined into one package. He was convinced she would listen to nothing from him, and his nerves skittered at the idea that the organization’s opinion of him and his abilities would be influenced by their disagreements. He wanted to help, he felt obligated to in fact, but if this place was not safe for him, he would need to depart and seek out a solution on his own, without the anchor. Could he truly afford to leave, despite the potential threat to his health if the attitude towards him turned sour? If his plans were to come to fruition, he would still need the Breach closed. This was a benefit for him long term, but despite that, he still found himself entertaining the idea of leaving.