Meet-n-Greet

[cityship]

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings. New crew-mates might see a tall man in green armor and snake girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]

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[silverytongue.livejournal.com]

"Yes, from the mage tower off of Lake Calenhad, as you would rightly guess." Namira smiled brilliantly. "Madam, you are the first thing that's made sense all bloody day, and I could kiss you for it."

She laughed and her warhound visibly relaxed, sitting on his haunches and barking curiously at Boulder.

[nodamsel.livejournal.com]

"I'd hold off on the kissing, but the feeling is otherwise definitely mutual," she replied, smirking while Boulder cocked his head and wagged his tail at Hakkar.

"My name is Yve Cousland. And you are?"

[silverytongue.livejournal.com]

"Namira Amell--Wait. I'd heard all the Couslands had been killed," Namira's eyebrows drew together at this information and she tilted her head to the side, studying Yve. "It was the talk of half the trade routes through the Bannorn." And another reason there'd been such discontent with Loghain's usurpation of the throne.

Which Namira had been going to make use of as they built the army. She took another glance at Yve again, and blinked. Ferelden nose, Ferelden lips, and Duncan's Sword.

"I... Is that... is that really Duncan's?" Namira was ridiculously ham-handed with swords, as all of her attempts at Arcane Warrior mastery had proven soundly, but Duncan's blade had been worth more than a passing glance through all those days of travel from the tower. Why did this woman (who, sensibly, should be quite dead) have it?

[nodamsel.livejournal.com]

"All save myself," Yve replied, an even look on her face, though the trained ear may be able to detect she still holds an iota of bitterness, even after striking the man responsible down. She was about to explain that that was how she had come to be a Grey Warden, when Namira drew attention to her sword. Frowning slightly, Yve glanced back over her shoulder at the pommel, before her gaze returned to the mage before her.

"Yes, it is. A few of my friends and I returned to Ostagar after the battle, and I was able to recover it. You knew of Duncan, then?"

[silverytongue.livejournal.com]

It rang like a klaxon to Namira's ear (what was the point of being persuasive if you couldn't hear the cues in another's voice that allowed you to persuade?), but there wasn't time for that yet.

She raised an eyebrow. "Heard of him? He took me to Ostagar, and saved me from the tower. I spent almost a month with him on the road."

[nodamsel.livejournal.com]

That... didn't sound right. Yve stared at Namira, her brow furrowing.

"You... were on the front lines, then? I thought no Wardens survived that night, beyond Alistair and myself." That was possible, right? She didn't know for sure if there had been Warden mages on the front lines or not, but she knew for certain she did not recognize this woman's face from the faces of the dead she saw upon her return to Ostagar.

[silverytongue.livejournal.com]

That really didn't sound right, "No other Wardens survived that night besides Alistair and I." Alright, now they were just speaking in circles. Namira leaned on her staff, and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"I'm not sure what's going on here, but it's perfectly obvious that the both of us couldn't have both survived with Alistair," Namira noted.

[nodamsel.livejournal.com]

"Obviously," Yve snorted, crossing her arms in front of her. "So much for any of this bloody day making sense."

[silverytongue.livejournal.com]

Namira laughed shortly, "I suppose that we'll have plenty of time to sort this whole mess out, you know." She motioned around. "It isn't as though they'll be sending us back to Ferelden any time soon." She sighed and scratched the top of Hakkar's big head.

"Still, I truly meant it when I said I was relieved to see another Warden here, confusing situation aside."

[nodamsel.livejournal.com]

Yve squinted at Namira a moment longer before relaxing a little, shifting from one foot to another and tilting her head to the side, sighing.

"Yeah, I suppose whatever's going on can wait. And it's not as if you can fake being a Warden."

[silverytongue.livejournal.com]

"Yes, being identifiable is useful... sometimes." But, Maker's breath, if she had to hear, It's the Grey Warden! one more time... Namira reached up to touch her necklace and remembered it was gone.

"...Now, if I could only find my necklace," she mumbled. "In the meantime, perhaps we should split up and look for others. They might not be the ones we know, but it wouldn't be right to just leave them wandering about."