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It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?

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01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

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[ The broken bridge is a small obstacle. Easily overcome with the use of wings, as it happens. But there's a sudden reticence there.

He's not certain what to expect from these other dragons. And perhaps he ought to rest himself, be at full strength, before he approaches them. Oh, it's not that he wishes to appear worried about such things, but he's prideful. Not stupid.

The dragon's reptilian face appears contemplative for a moment, staring in the direction of those distant ruins, before a snort expels a plume of dark smoke. ]

Hm. Shelter may be the wiser course for now, if you wish to speak further.

[ After all, the flakes are falling fat and fast now, and it's not likely to improve if the look of the sky is any indication. ]

[ The small elf looks at little startled at the plume of smoke, but to his credit, he doesn't jump this time. The surprise shifts to a look of curious wonderment, before he considers the dragon's statement. ]

There are not many buildings around that might shelter a dragon like yourself... and there are people around those that might, save for those across the bridge. ...Valeska's Watch, perhaps? Ah, though getting through the doors may be a challenge. They are large to me but... perhaps not so much to one such as yourself. [ He indicates to a tower visible against the night sky to the southeast. Near there, the specks of the Inquisition's campfires burn. ] I should inform my companions, too, lest they mistake you for one of the dragons seen nearby. [ He is curious about this dragon, and whether or not he proved to be hostile, Lasulahn would not wish to resort to combat before absolutely necessary. ]

Hm. And what plans did they have for these other dragons, I wonder?

[ A knowing look is leveled at the elf, boring right into him for a moment or two, before the dragon's breath exhales once more, this time almost as if the creature is sighing. ]

But you present a valid point.

[ He'd expected to address the dragons first, as one of their own, albeit from another time and place. But if he is first to stay among the mortals of this realm, better to do so less conspicuously. With that decision made, the dragon's head tips back, and suddenly that massive form seems to dissolve away into smoke and ash, which dissipates on the winds of the snowstorm. When it clears, the dragon is gone.

In its place is something decidedly more human in shape and size. He still likely has a good foot of height on the elf, with dark skin, sharp features, and long curly hair, dressed in traveling leathers a little too ornate to belong to any common rogue or hunter.

Those glowing red eyes remain, however, no different than they had been before. With a smirk, he gestures broadly at his new appearance, and when he speaks the deeper resonance of his voice appears to have vanished. ]

Would this be a more convenient size for such accommodations, then? Or should I still expect it likely as not that they will attempt to shoot me on sight?

To assess their threat, first. [ The Iron Bull may have a love of (fetish for?) hunting dragons, but the Inquisitor holds no such fondness for what others might refer to as sport. Still, if they proved a danger to the Inquisition or people of Sahrnia, there would be little choice.

He hastens to back away at the sudden smoke and ash, holding a hand in front of his face momentarily. When he looks back up, the dragon is no longer there.

In its place is a man, but with the same distinct eyes. The mage grips his staff a little tighter. Odd, how a man would feel more threatening than a dragon. Perhaps it's the fact that the dragon can turn into a man... or vice versa. ]

The Inquisition is not so quick to violence, when it's not necessary. But I would know your intentions, that I might better vouch for you. [ He still has his manners though, and introduces himself. ] I am Inquisitor Lasulahn Lavellan, of the Inquisition. We are here in Emprise Du Lion to eradicate the Red Templars. [ He gestures to what is now a small pile of snow. ] They, and their masters, are responsible for the red lyrium that was affecting you.

I know something of 'inquisitions', and from my experience their missions rarely end without blood.

[ Though he doesn't look remotely afraid. Why should he? For an 'Inquisitor', this elf seems rather peaceable. There was no reason for him to aid him when he did, when he could simply have attempted to slay him where he lay. And yet.

His actions speak well of him. And perhaps his organization is cut of the same cloth. Perhaps not. Time and observation alone would tell. But as the elf -- Lavellan, was it? -- offered this much freely, it only fits to return the favor. So he tips forward into a courteous bow. ]

But I have no quarrel with you or yours, Inquisitor. I am Wrathion, the Black Prince, and I hail from a world called Azeroth. A world that, sadly, is now dying. Slowly and painfully.

[ As he straightens, that smirk fades to an expression far more solemn. ]

I am here to seek what I cannot find on our world. An answer. Something that will help to restore her, before it is too late.

Blood there has been and will be, I'm afraid, I will not lie to you. Though, it is not our cause and it is not without reason- and I seek to keep it that way. [ Lasulahn politely returns the man's bow, and listens with considerable bewilderment.

He supposes that this man, Wrathion, has no reason to lie. By the same token, his tale, short as it is, is so fantastical as to be unbelievable. Perhaps he misheard, and it is another land, not world. No one really seems to know much of what is across the Amaranthine Ocean, save the mysterious 'Executors'. Lasulahn gets the nagging feeling he did not mishear, though, leaving two options: that the so-called Black Prince is lying, or that there truly are entire other worlds, beyond Thedas and beyond the Fade. ]

I have... a great many questions, but as you say, perhaps shelter would be better, first. [ He motions again towards the tower. ] I should let my companions know, first, else they'll be out looking for me. I'd offer you a place in our camp, but I don't wish to wake them unnecessarily.

Of course. Do as you must. I believe I can find my way there on my own.

[ Woe to any that tried to stop him, that returning smirk seems to say.

It is a considerably more difficult trek to make with no wings and shorter legs, but he will make do. A simple glamor and the guards don't even notice the glowing eyes, just another adventurer out on the roads in need of a place to wait out the coming storm. Meanwhile it gives him time to consider his new acquaintance.

And that strange mark on his hand, the scent of it so much like that gateway.

'Inquisitor' is also not a reassurance. But one could make worse allies, he reasons. If he's been willing to help once, perhaps this mortal will see fit to do so once more. ]

[ The Inquisitor nods his agreement. Explaining the situation to the worried agent is more complicated than he expected, particularly when the agent heard the shattering of the red lyrium - though thankfully not clearly enough to know what it was. He explains cautiously that he had met a traveler, and was escorting him to Valeska's Watch to wait out the snowstorm. He might be a while, even though the watch is only a short distance away. Any offer to escort the traveler so the Inquisitor might actually get some sleep is gently turned down.

He joins Wrathion shortly, pushing open the great doors to the abandoned Warden fortress, and looks about the hall quietly. ] I hope you didn't have any trouble.

Not at all. The paths here seem well-patrolled. That would be your Inquisition's doing, then?

[ The dragon has taken to observing various parts of the ruin, the heraldry and statues, with considerable interest. He has no context for them of course, but it appears to have once been a hall for warriors of some variety. Long since dead, from the state of relative decay, and the scent wafting up from the stones.

He pauses in his exploration to look back at Inquisitor Lavellan, one eyebrow arching gently. ]

In this area, yes. There is much still that is controlled by the Red Templars.

[ He finds a brazier, standing close and giving a subtle gesture. The flame brightens, warmth spreading through the uncomfortable chill air. His attention returns to the other. ]

You mentioned you hoped to find something... do you know precisely what it is you are looking for?

[ The light throws shadows around the crumbling stone, deepening the contrast of those armored statues to an almost sinister degree. Wrathion observes them coolly for a moment, momentarily lost in thought. ]

Only that it is an object of great power. Such that we were able to track it through the veil between worlds.

[ And he gestures towards the elf's hand, the one that possessed that odd green glow to it. ]

Something very similar to that, in fact. Though not your actual hand, thankfully. You'll be keeping that for the time being, never fear.

There are few objects of such power that are known to us. [ Lasulahn speaks with a level tone, though he knows the mark on his hand comes from magic originally of Elvhen origin. Part of him feels protective over the magic of his people. Such an artifact could serve as a great bridge to understanding more of their lost culture and history.

Though... that magic is currently in the hands of Corypheus.

The Inquisitor is not a manipulative sort, but he is somewhat diplomatic. Should this man's story be true, they could join forces against a common enemy. Though- he is keenly aware of the idea that, should such a power transfer from the hands of an ancient Tevinter Magister to this shapeshifter supposedly of another realm, they could very well end up in the same position in which they started.

He's thoughtful for a moment, and chooses his next question carefully. ] Did you only recently begin looking, or did this source make itself known after some time?

Ah, not a simple answer to that, I'm afraid. The construct assisting us in our search was able to pick up the traces of magic through several...shall we say 'layers'. Barriers that lie between your world, and mine. It shone like a beacon, so brightly that it could be detected even between these layers, and the construct was able to triangulate its position and bring me here.

[ Again that thoughtful frown makes an appearance, Wrathion's arms folding over his chest. ]

It seemed to stand out all the more because of what could only be described as an anomaly. As if something were blocking magic from entering this realm freely. And the transition here was not the smoothest I've ever experienced.

I'm...not quite sure how much time has passed, to be honest.

[ It isn't as though Lasulahn has any real grasp of the complications of world traveling, so he shifts to try and better understand the timeline. ] Did you travel soon after? Do you know how long you've been here?

[ Not wishing to sound demanding, he offers a bit of information himself: ]

There was an explosion, recently, caused by a great force of magic. The same thing that caused this: [ He holds up his palm to indicate his meaning, before holding his hands to the warmth of the fire. ] I wondered if perhaps that might be what was 'picked up'.

Possibly. Though an explosion would have put out that power reading for only a matter of moments, correct? Meaning that to track it, it would have to have been a far more stable source.

[ One hand lifted to stroke his beard. He stayed like that a while longer, weighing the possibilities. If it were simply an explosion of power, then it might not be possible to replicate it.

Or it might be very unwise to bring something with that sort of explosive power back home again. Finally, he sighs to himself and glances upwards at the elf once more, brow furrowed. ]

These things are imprecise, I'm afraid. My hope was to find out more once I arrived. If I were to guess? I'd say I've only been here a matter of hours. A day, at most.

The object which caused it still exists.

[ He watches Wrathion quietly as the man seems to think through something. He seems sincere, though many nobles he's met thus far have made an art of appearing sincere, when they feel the occasion calls for it. So, perhaps that means nothing. ]

And you had the misfortune to encounter red lyrium immediately. [ He gives the other a sympathetic smile. ] I am sorry for that.

Yes, so it seems. What is this...red lyrium, anyway?

[ It seems to have the same properties as void magic, which is troubling. Particularly for a dragon like him, with a vested interest in not having his mind flooded with corrupting whispers, thank you very much. ]

It seems to be a corrupted form of lyrium, though what causes it we're not entirely sure. It seems capable of mind control, even in small quantities. [ They're starting to get a horrifying picture of how precisely it is created, though, as they continue to drive back the Red Templars and find more of their 'quarries'.

Lasulahn pauses. Ah, right- another world. Do they have lyrium in that world? They must, right? They have mages, in any case, so they're not entirely different. ]

[ A question that is almost immediately answered by his follow-up: ]

And lyrium? Forgive me, I don't think I've heard of that before now. And I'm quite knowledgeable about substances and materials.

[ Which means anything new is something he immediately wants to know more about. Any new news might provide details as to what he's looking for. ]

[ Lasulahn's brows raise. ] Are you... not also a mage? [ How could he not be, with the ability to transfigure himself into a dragon?

He pushes his cloak aside to reach beneath to a bag at his hip, and holds out a small bottle with a glowing blue liquid. ] This is normal lyrium. It is a mineral mined and refined by the dwarves. It strengthens a mage's connection with the Fade.

I'm a dragon, in point of fact. That comes with its own set of rules, beyond mortal spellcasters.

[ But the assumption that he might in fact just be a guy who could choose to become a dragon? That's cute. He can't help but be a little amused, though he's going to hold his tongue for the time being.

And the amusement swiftly turns to open curiosity, stepping closer to observe the luminous vial of blue liquid. It reminds him a bit of Azerite, just in the feel of it...but what are the odds this world also has a magical material mined from the bowls of the earth that happens to belong to the blood of a sleeping Titan? ]

Fascinating. You wouldn't have more of this, would you? I'd very much like to study it. In my own time, of course.

[ His brows raise again in surprise, and he merely utters a soft 'oh' at the correction.

What are the odds, indeed.

With a slight frown, he considers his stock, though only for a moment. ] Yes, take this one. [ With the Inquisition's trade with the dwarven miners, he could get more fairly easily- and he uses it as sparingly as possible, besides. ] The Red Templars are using the red lyrium the same as a normal mage would use this lyrium. It's far more potent as far as the abilities it enhances, but at a high cost.

The corruption.

[ Which seems to be absent from the vial he's being passed, held up to the light and considered for a moment. For a moment, something akin to a quiet anger sharpens his features in the relative dim of the ruined hall. ]

And there are always those who will trade their souls for more power. Despicable.

Yes.

[ He folds his cloak back together to keep warm, and the somber expression he makes suggests he's all too familiar with Wrathion's next statement. ]

True across worlds, it seems. Though reportedly some of the Red Templars either were forced by their superiors or lied to about the red lyrium's properties. [ Not all of them were evil, but they were all now enemies. ]

Ah. Unfortunate, but once corruption takes hold, it is very difficult to root out again. If it is possible at all. Something like this leaves marks very deeply on a person, I would imagine.

[ He taps the vial delicately with a single nail. ]

You mentioned that it allows mages access to...'the Fade', was it?

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