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Room 322, Wednesday Morning
Dec. 24th, 2014 10:29 amAnders had stayed away from the metal bulbs the day before, except for one accidental glimpse that showed him a reflection of what he was almost certain was the Great Hall at Circle Tower. He wasn't afraid of the stupid things, but neither was he eager to get too close to what seemed to be an enchantment he didn't understand.
But the one hanging on his bedside lamp this morning caught him by surprise. Before he could look away, it showed him an entire scene:
Anders, much older now and with a long beard, was hungry, hurting, shivering inside the remains of what had once been a handsome coat with feathered shoulders. He'd obviously done something terrible: Guilt hung on him like a weight. A voice from outside the -- was he in a cave? -- spoke: "-- shouldn't go in alone, Inquisitor. He's dangerous."
The bulb shattered into a hundred pieces when Anders tossed it against the closet door. He didn't know what that had been and he hoped to never find out.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post. Inspired by this terrible concept art that makes me want to wrap Anders in a blanket for snuggles forever.]
But the one hanging on his bedside lamp this morning caught him by surprise. Before he could look away, it showed him an entire scene:
Anders, much older now and with a long beard, was hungry, hurting, shivering inside the remains of what had once been a handsome coat with feathered shoulders. He'd obviously done something terrible: Guilt hung on him like a weight. A voice from outside the -- was he in a cave? -- spoke: "-- shouldn't go in alone, Inquisitor. He's dangerous."
The bulb shattered into a hundred pieces when Anders tossed it against the closet door. He didn't know what that had been and he hoped to never find out.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post. Inspired by this terrible concept art that makes me want to wrap Anders in a blanket for snuggles forever.]
