[ It isn't the Fade. She knows right away that this is something else entirely, and stranger still, that fact doesn't bother her. In sleep, Robyn awakens in a hazy sort of place, like she'd been dead-drunk the night before. Looking around, she realizes that she can't tell if the fog is in her head or in the landscape, sparse and unclear as it is. She spends some amount of time just standing still, dressed in her Grey Warden armor, not questioning the nature of the moment. In dreams, you don't think things are out of the ordinary, do you? ... But, in dreams, you walk the Fade, and she doesn't feel the same way in this place that she has throughout the rest of her life.
Eventually, it dawns on her that this is different. Concerning. The brunette swallows, finally taking stock of her surroundings, but there isn't much to see or to register. Truthfully, she isn't aware of much beyond her name and has only bits of her identity held solid in her mind. The rest of it drifts lazily around her, like how the air seems to hang in this place. No matter how much she walks, nothing changes, and eventually she has to accept that she's stuck in this... whatever it is. ]
Hello? [ Robyn calls, and in another twist, her voice sounds completely normal. It doesn't echo or sound otherwise as she'd expected it. Maybe this is the Fade. It isn't as if she's any expert, after, and her dreams since the Joining have been different enough that yet another change shouldn't be a surprise.
A little more resigned, but without any more answers, she settles down and sits cross-legged on the ground, searching her person for any telling objects or signs. There isn't anything there, though, not even a weapon (which will make things interesting if a demon or unfriendly spirit arrives)... ]
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Eventually, it dawns on her that this is different. Concerning. The brunette swallows, finally taking stock of her surroundings, but there isn't much to see or to register. Truthfully, she isn't aware of much beyond her name and has only bits of her identity held solid in her mind. The rest of it drifts lazily around her, like how the air seems to hang in this place. No matter how much she walks, nothing changes, and eventually she has to accept that she's stuck in this... whatever it is. ]
Hello? [ Robyn calls, and in another twist, her voice sounds completely normal. It doesn't echo or sound otherwise as she'd expected it. Maybe this is the Fade. It isn't as if she's any expert, after, and her dreams since the Joining have been different enough that yet another change shouldn't be a surprise.
A little more resigned, but without any more answers, she settles down and sits cross-legged on the ground, searching her person for any telling objects or signs. There isn't anything there, though, not even a weapon (which will make things interesting if a demon or unfriendly spirit arrives)... ]