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How To Avoid Misadventure, Monday, Period 4
"They say trust must be earned over time," Morrigan stated abruptly once the class had arrived. "This is hogwash."
She wasn't in the best mood. She was a horse, of all things, which was a form she had never learned, nor had any desire to learn. All attempts at regaining her human body were futile, but she could still shift into other animals and back. It was easiest to speak the common tongue as a horse, however, for some odd reason. Horses did not have vocal cords like humans.
"Either you trust someone to have the same goals as you for the moment, or you do not. What they plan to do after your goals have been accomplished, that is not something to concern yourself with when on a quest. If you die now because you did not bring all your resources to bear, it is certain that you cannot be betrayed later."
"Right, you're such a complete optimist," Alistair said. He wasn't rolling his eyes, but only by sheer feat of will. "But she does have a point, I guess. The best friends you'll have are the ones at your side when you're fighting the same evil. Bonds like that can shape in an instant, especially among honorable men and women. That's why the Grey Wardens work: we're all united against the same enemy. Where we're from, who we used to be, that isn't important any longer." He snorted in a sort of... annoyed way. "Being a pony isn't the same thing, just so you know. That's just up there with 'victims of badly placed spells'."
"Honor has no place in practicality," Morrigan pointed out. "Survival does. But, 'tis true, that those fighting with you against some 'evil,'" and yes, you could hear the finger-quotes there. "-are your staunchest allies."
"And so, 'tis time for you to test yourselves. Do you count yourself a good judge of character? If so, then find an ally to light your campfire with." Morrigan's smile probably wasn't friendly. "Do hope they do not set you on fire, and remember, 'tis them that would hold watch while you sleep."
Creepy, Morrigan, very creepy. And yes, she was aware that many of the students were also ponies. It just made the exercise vastly more amusing.
"Creeeeepy," Alistair said, dutifully. "Look, while you get around to this exercise, could someone maybe... scratch my back? I have this horrible itch near my hindquarters."
She wasn't in the best mood. She was a horse, of all things, which was a form she had never learned, nor had any desire to learn. All attempts at regaining her human body were futile, but she could still shift into other animals and back. It was easiest to speak the common tongue as a horse, however, for some odd reason. Horses did not have vocal cords like humans.
"Either you trust someone to have the same goals as you for the moment, or you do not. What they plan to do after your goals have been accomplished, that is not something to concern yourself with when on a quest. If you die now because you did not bring all your resources to bear, it is certain that you cannot be betrayed later."
"Right, you're such a complete optimist," Alistair said. He wasn't rolling his eyes, but only by sheer feat of will. "But she does have a point, I guess. The best friends you'll have are the ones at your side when you're fighting the same evil. Bonds like that can shape in an instant, especially among honorable men and women. That's why the Grey Wardens work: we're all united against the same enemy. Where we're from, who we used to be, that isn't important any longer." He snorted in a sort of... annoyed way. "Being a pony isn't the same thing, just so you know. That's just up there with 'victims of badly placed spells'."
"Honor has no place in practicality," Morrigan pointed out. "Survival does. But, 'tis true, that those fighting with you against some 'evil,'" and yes, you could hear the finger-quotes there. "-are your staunchest allies."
"And so, 'tis time for you to test yourselves. Do you count yourself a good judge of character? If so, then find an ally to light your campfire with." Morrigan's smile probably wasn't friendly. "Do hope they do not set you on fire, and remember, 'tis them that would hold watch while you sleep."
Creepy, Morrigan, very creepy. And yes, she was aware that many of the students were also ponies. It just made the exercise vastly more amusing.
"Creeeeepy," Alistair said, dutifully. "Look, while you get around to this exercise, could someone maybe... scratch my back? I have this horrible itch near my hindquarters."
Re: Exercise 2: Light Your Fire
Re: Exercise 2: Light Your Fire
"What's my ally's name?" That was generally a good thing to get from someone you hoped not to set you on fire.
Re: Exercise 2: Light Your Fire