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[By now, Carver and his sister have been frightened enough times by the bizarre, talking magical books that appeared in their possessions. They speak in voices and change every day, so it took some tinkering before they were able to figure out how, precisely, to work them.

But now they have. Sort of.

Carver's face appears in the image, glaring, focused in entirely too close for him to know what he's doing with it. He taps on it a few times and once he can see himself, tries to adjust so he's a little easier to see.
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Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me? [It statics, because he's yelling into it.] Maker! Damn this blighted thing...

[Giving up on trying to make the communicator work, he goes back to the subject at hand.]

If anyone can hear this, my name is Warden-Ensign Carver Hawke. My sister and I- I don't know how we got here, but we're here. We came out of that- that metal building back there.

We're holed up in a little shack not far from that metal building, on the south side of the mountain. I don't know if anyone else is out there, but if they are--

[He coughs, clears his throat, and his voice turns all business.]

I'm going to go ahead and assume this is somewhere in the Anderfels, so you'll probably know what a Grey Warden is. So in that case I'd like to request some food and supplies for both myself and my sister, who is not a Warden, but you're going to be damned bloody sorry if you refuse to her.

And if nobody else is out there... well, then we're in a pile of shit, aren't we...
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[To say that Pepper's looking like she's been over twenty miles of bad road is really just stating the truth at this point. (And underselling it -- it's been a lot more than twenty miles, all totalled.). Still, she's back in town, her apartment's spartan furnishings visible behind her as she lays claim to a couch that's seen better days but is, blessedly, not a horse.

There remains a businesslike gleam to her eyes all the same: Pepper, it appears, has A Plan.]


I haven't managed death by horse, thanks largely to Captain Rogers and Dr. Banner, and I've got potential good news on the food situation. However, it's not really straightforward, and not really something to discuss over the network.

What I can say is that we've been asked to retrieve some goods as payment, that I have a map, but that it's very old, and that I've been warned about hazards in the location. So, while I can bring this to you, it's not something I can honestly handle myself.

If you're interested in either going along with or leading an expedition to do some treasure hunting, let me know. And if you have experience with translating very old maps, I'd very much like to hear from you. I'll be at my apartment for, um... well, let's just say that not moving sounds like an absolutely amazing idea right now.

[[OOC: Details on things here:]]

VOICE.

Aug. 8th, 2012 10:20 pm
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-- know not how this device operates or what means that it broadcasts information... though, I have heard voices come through. I can only pray that this message is heard and whatever means I had to relay it has come to the ears of those that may help me.

My name is Sebastian Vael. I am a Brother in Faith at the Chantry. If you know not know what it is, that is ... fine, for the message I have is not one of the Maker but one of my own ... concern.

I wonder if memories are fluid when we arrive to this world. Can they change and alter as greatly as the tides do? I ask this for there are ... discrepancies between myself and another who is from my world, who I know. I must know if this is a common occurrence... and if it is... what can be done to return my memories to what they should be.

... I will accept that burden, regardless of what it will mean. To live in a lie, though a happy one, is unacceptable and the work of demons, at best.

Please, tell me that the message was --
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[Aveline follows the lights -- well, first she tries to head in an alternate direction but it proves not to lead anywhere, so then she follows the lights -- but when they take her to look at a city close that looks...ruined is the only word Aveline can think of for it, with another, glowing, city far off in the distance she decides to go looking at her belongings.]

I can't exactly say that this was what I've been expecting.

[Aveline doesn't have a great idea of how this type of magic works, but she can read. And while reading the wrong thing can be dangerous, she's not in the mood to accept complete ignorance of where she is. They don't have technology that can communicate across distances like this that Aveline's really seen, but she's heard the idea floated as something that would make serving in the guard a lot more convenient. It's nothing more than theory, but this looks like the sketches she was shown.]

If this works for some reason, then whoever's on the other end please identify yourself, where this is that I've been taken, and what state this region identifies itself with.

[Because it seems like a good idea to find out if she's in the Tevinter Imperium, for example. If so, she'd be suspicious about alerting anyone that she's here, other than the glaringly obvious fact that she didn't come here on her own free will and so whoever put her here must already know where she is.]
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