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I woke up with a throbbing pain in my left hand.
'i must've slept on it funny.' and as quick as i thought that i soon realized that something was wrong. My body feels stiff and sore all over like I got run over multiple times and was left out on the street to sleep it off. I opened my eyes as quickly as I could and soon found what else was amiss and suddenly felt like a bucket of water was dumped all over me and yet I was still dry.
‘This isn't my room.. Where the hell am i!’ The room I was in had no visible light source and yet I was able to see perfectly fine. There was an old yet huge door across from the bars…Wait bars? I went to rub my eye to check to see if I was seeing this right because this couldn't be right. CLING! My arms jerked forward yet never made it past my sides. I turned to look and what I saw made me jolt away any sleepiness I may have had. Chains. My arms were in chains connected to the wall behind me, my left hand had an eerily familiar green mark on my hand but what was really the kicker to my impending freak out was the color of my arms. They were a darkish blue gray with my nails more like claws.
“What the fuck?’ I muttered dumbly. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and when I fully turned my head to look and it was at this point that I realized that god was definitely having a go at my suspense. It was a thick yet somewhat boney prehensile tail that was somehow connected to me, swishing back and forth on the grimy floor. I could only stare at the damn thing, my brain at this point fully going numb with my impending meltdown that I knew was coming. Luckily I was alone in this weird fantasy-like dungeon. There wasn't even any noise past the door.
‘Okay get this together Rhiannon, let's figure out what's happening, what is the last thing I remember?’ I scooted back a bit closer to the wall my chains were connected to so I can actually bring my hands forwards and analyze them more.
I remember going to bed after playing Baldur's gate 3 till 12:00 am although I didn't really fall asleep until after 3:00 because I was reading a really good dragon age fanfic and it was at that last thought that things clicked into place. I know exactly where the fuck i am and what happened to me.
I'm in Thedas and I'm the soon to be inquisitor. Fuck. It's exactly like those fanfics I read, except for being an Elf or hell, even a Qunari, i was made into a tiefling and not just any tiefling but the one i just made last night in baldur's gate.
Another throbbing jolt that was more startling than painful ripped me away from my thoughts and into the anchor in my hand. That's strange, isn't this supposed to be Excruciating? Both in game and in the fanfics the mark always caused the inquisitor a lot of pain that it brought the player/character to their knees? Another thing is I seem to be awake a little bit earlier than usual. Cassandra and Leliana should be across from me playing good cop/bad cop about what happened, yelling in my face all the while I claim i have no clue what happened.
I groan and rub my face i am so screwed it's not even funny, i am a being that looks closer to a desire demon than any of the races here with the fucking mark on my hand thanks to Solas’s fuck up with his plan about his orb. Solas that goddamned egghead. There is no way I can avoid him as I have his mark on me and it is not like I can act normal around him. Why did this have to happen to me?
Well I might as well take advantage of the fact I'm awake much earlier than usual. I take the time and somewhat plan what I'm going to do now that I'm here. I refuse to become Thedas bitch to roll over and to die. I could claim that the mark changed my appearance, after all it's not like Solas can correct me on that without giving himself away, hell he might even believe it since this is unprecedented. Though it might backfire if the memory at the conclave shows me as a tiefing before gaining the mark, let’s perhaps not go with that option way too risky. I could simply say I was born like this and was treated as an outcast and so decided to live as a hermit far away from any civilization most of my life only occasionally going out to see what is going on in the world. That might work and it would explain my lack of knowledge? No that won't work either because why was I at the conclave in the first place then? Best bet is to go the amnesiac route. It's technically true thanks to that fear demon in the fade. I'll go with that; it's my best bet while cliche it's the safest to use. Next to think about is that eventually I'm going to have to fight, kill someone even in my near future. The thought chills me to my core.
‘ I don't know how to fight, I only stayed in my house hiding away from the outside world trying to find a job to support myself and my family. I cant use a sword or a bow and arrow, wait… what about magic?’ I sit up straighter and my body slightly protesting at the quick movement.
When creating my tiefing I picked the mephistopheles tiefling which are gifted in the arcane and I made her into a storm sorcerer!. But the question is will those apply here in Thedas or did I just gain my character's looks? Since I never had magic before I have no idea how to find out if I possess the gift of the arcane. And if I do, will I be following Thedas rules of magic or will i be using Baldur's gates rules of magic?
You know what fuck it since there is no one nearby i decided to take a gamble. I looked around to make sure I was completely alone and brought my hands together, closing my eyes and visualizing some small lighting between my hands. I did this for a few seconds and right about when I was going to give up I saw the smallest bit of lighting and a hint of ozone. For the first time since I awoke here in chains, in a body both unfamiliar yet not, I grinned fangs and all.