Prompt 1: Write a chapter excerpt from This Bleep! Is Weird: The Inquisitor (Name Here) Story in Varric's story about your Inquisitor and favorite companions.
Meet them by the shore in the Storm Coast, the contact had said. It'll be worth the trip, they said.
Ever eager to be out of the confines of Skyhold and the people who insisted upon addressing her as "Your Worship," Eylarra Trevelyan had set out to meet the mercenary band.
Only, they hadn't wound up at the Storm Coast, at least, not at first. A wrong turn had found them most of the way to Redcliffe before Lady Trevelyan bothered to pull out a map and consult it. It was after making yet another wrong turn and finding themselves in Crestwood cutting down dozens of undead that Warden Blackwall finally had enough.
"Maker's Balls, Inquisitor! Does this look like a bloody coast to you? Do you see even a hint of sea or coastal cliffs around?!"
Varric and Dorian exchanged glances. Sure, sass talk the towering woman hauling around a giant axe, their looks seemed to say.
"Er... no?"
"Give me that bloody map!" he held his hand out.
Shrugging, the Inquisitor handed over the rolled up parchment. With a spate of swearing and bringing out a compass, Blackwall soon had the group heading northeast, to the coast. To the surprise of both dwarf and mage, the noble-born warrior hadn't offered complaint over being directed. However, she'd stopped to pluck every second elfroot plant that caught her eye.
The scent of sea air informed them that they'd made it to the general vicinity of where they needed to be. Now, it was time to find the specific cove where the mercenaries would be waiting. Taking point once again, the Inquisitor attempted to find the coastline. Attempted. Instead, they were in a cave- near the coast, to be fair- filled with giant spiders hissing their annoyance at uninvited guests.
Staying clear of a shrieking Eylarra's wildly swung axe, Blackwall grumbled and hoped the mercs had bothered to pack a lunch. And possibly dinner. This was going to take a while.
