[The warmth of a high noon sun so soon after the bloody battle at Vigil's keep is suddenly replaced by the shadow of the inside of a shuttle, the wooden boards at her back now metal and thrumming with energy. Hawke opens her eyes and blinks back the bleariness, glancing around at the people around her.
The shuttle stops and opens, the few people sitting now rising to leave the transport. With some hesitation, she follows, the view opening up to a bustling and crowded skyline, blinking lights in the faint half-dark.
This is most certainly not Kirkwall.
For a moment, she simply gapes. This has to be something out of a dream; this can't actually exist. She doesn't even recognize the people around her, much less the machinery. How is everything metal? Her head spins with the strangeness of it all and she quickly steps away from the main group, going to actually try and get a good look at the landing pad itself. With some care, she reaches up and touches the staff still strapped to her back. At the very least, she has that.
open!
The shuttle stops and opens, the few people sitting now rising to leave the transport. With some hesitation, she follows, the view opening up to a bustling and crowded skyline, blinking lights in the faint half-dark.
This is most certainly not Kirkwall.
For a moment, she simply gapes. This has to be something out of a dream; this can't actually exist. She doesn't even recognize the people around her, much less the machinery. How is everything metal? Her head spins with the strangeness of it all and she quickly steps away from the main group, going to actually try and get a good look at the landing pad itself. With some care, she reaches up and touches the staff still strapped to her back. At the very least, she has that.
So where in the Void is she?]
(ooc: action or prose, up to you!)