1st Story [voice]

[blue_satin_shoes]

[Unfortunately, Leliana had arrived during a time without a welcoming committee. Though she saw the flyer, she didn't have the immediate confrontation she needed due to the importance of the event she was taken from. Within the journal, she could only see a few entries and none were telling her that this was a completely different world. It's not like it was something she would come to the conclusion of while waking up in an unknown port town, and the great importance of the event she was taken from caused her to quickly add her own entry to the journal. She could have written it in the magical book, but it wouldn't have really captured the tone of her voice. Its desperation and urgency were very important. She pushed aside her initial uncertainty on the capabilities of the book, and spoke to it.]

So this legend, that poem... is true?

[She sounds almost disbelieving of it, but quickly goes on.]

I've never heard of it before, in any of the places I've been or people I've met. If it is supposed to be our only way back home, and it's been shattered, then I can only say that there's no time to find the pieces! There must be another way. All of Thedas, no, all of the world is in great danger! The blight... it must be stopped, before it grows too large.

[She wasn't sure what the light meant. She hoped that it had meant the end of the archdemon, but it could have been something else. It could have been the distraction needed to capture her and who knew who else, for example. Until she was sure, she had to make sure others knew of the potential danger.]

Everything you know, everything you've lived for will be destroyed. Killed or corrupted beyond recognition. All the beauty in the world, gone.

[She paused for a short moment.]

There is a small chance that the archdemon has been destroyed, but I don't know for sure. I was taken before I could find out.

[Her voice grew a little rougher for that last sentence. Her disproval very clear in her tone.]

But we can't take the risk if it wasn't destroyed!

Comments

[shipper_on_deck]

I also remember that it didn't take much to make you sing, but I guess that's slipped your mind, hm?

[welp. Other-Warden remembered sleeping with her, even if she doesn't]

[blue_satin_shoes]

I... what?

[It was an innocent statement, but the suggestive tone that Isabela used hinted at something much more.]

No, I never 'sang' for you... I would remember if I did.

[Mostly because it would mean that the Warden was involved somehow, but she'd never been with him.]

[shipper_on_deck]

[you could almost see the grin spreading over her face]

I never imagined a Sister could be that interesting.

[and. Well. Alright, here's an out.] Zevran was there, as well as the Warden. A woman Warden, that is.

[blue_satin_shoes]

[She could be very interesting. She blushed lightly but grinned at the statement, despite Isabela having no way to know just how interesting she could be. It was fortunate she couldn't be seen, or else her expression would have been telling on its own. Instead, she chose to tease Isabela a bit about it.]

Maybe you should get to know more of them. But not every Sister's like me.

Are you sure it wasn't a dream? The Warden is definitely male.

[shipper_on_deck]

I'd blame it on drink, but I can tell the difference between males and females, I'll have you know.

[blue_satin_shoes]

Oh yes, I'm sure you can.

[Her smile was there, at least, able to be heard through her words.]

If not a dream, even a very realistic dream, then had it happened some time after the defeat of the archdemon? In that... 6 months afterwards. [It was still strange to think about so much time passing since she last remembered and she still had yet to talk to the Warden about it.] Had a different warden become so pronounced to be considered 'the Warden'?

[She didn't think it would be possible. Sydni Surana would always be the Warden. Nothing could have happened afterwards to strip him of that, of his accomplishments.]

[shipper_on_deck]

No, it was in the middle of the Blight. And after that, the Warden became known as the Hero of Ferelden, or somesuch nonsense.

Anders and I share a similar situation with one of our other companions. I remember a rogue female Hawke while Anders remembers a warrior male Hawke. [her voice grows sardonic here] And the Hawke we have on board is a male mage.

[blue_satin_shoes]

Different memories of a single person...? How's that possible?