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hey! it’s been……….. a while. i’m planning to come back to al, but on another blog.  i’ll be very happy to see you all over there if you feel like following me! x

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hey! it’s been……….. a while. i’m planning to come back to al, but on another blog.  i’ll be very happy to see you all over there if you feel like following me! x

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hey! it’s been........... a while. i’m planning to come back to al, but on another blog.  i’ll be very happy to see you all over there if you feel like following me! x

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Alistair, even if you don't like to be king, what is one of the perks you enjoy?

‘ruling a nation is a duty. one doesn’t become a king because he likes it. well, he might be into the idea of having that much power, but you know. that’s not how it works. it can be a very gratifying job, though. especially when  your people let you know you’ve been useful to them. all the long sessions with celene pay  off!’ he chuckles. ‘but i went on a tangent  here, didn’t i! elissa said i’ve been doing that  a lot. you get to eat the best food in thedas. that’s very important.’ 

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you know what would be super cool? getting some ic asks so i can get back into the swing of things!

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@daughteroftyre cont. from here: [ x ]

‘in my defense, zevran paid me  two sovereigns for that. i’m sorry,   darling.’

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it’s been 35 years WOW HELLO EVERYBODY I’VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING SPACE PIRATES

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No one’s going to help you Alistair.  How many times have we told you about those traps?  

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( so while i have lie -3 muse for al, i’ve set up most of han’s blog. i can’t believe i actually did it. i’m tweaking the code a little bit, then i’m gonna share the url w/ you guys. i love that asshole of a character, but i can’t believe i’m doing this. )

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???;

              ( a smile like sunlight, all knowing & vibrant is offered like a consolation prize for a failed persuasion. he is not the first – & certainly won’t be the last – to try to wrench her from her motherlands; a wilderness so cruel that it pushed her from maidenhood to womanhood with a fierce ferocity that is not easily forgotten. )

                          “While you concern is appreciated, there isn’t much                                                                                        other than wolves and bears in these woods.”

             ( it’s going to be this trust of the wilderness that tightens the noose around her throat, kick the chair from over her feet and suffocate her until she breathes no more. with little more than speculation and rumours of a BLIGHT, she has heard little in the way of news, or had any interaction prior to this particular one she’s having now in MONTHS. )

                           “I can help you, if you wouldn’t mind my joining you?                                                                                   My tinderbox isn’t quite functioning &                                                                                                I can’t find any dry logs or branches.”

A SOFT HUM left his lips as his eyebrows quirked. It was already odd enough that those traps crafted by inexperienced hands actually worked, but having them catch something that seemed to be really scarce in those woods. 

“I guess that could work. It’s starting to get dark, though.”

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“YES, entirely human. As human as an angry innkeeper.” Little he knew that there was more elven blood flowing through his veins than in the ones of any other human around. “I know a few Dalish elves, but you have a very distinct look. Which clan did you come from?”

                                                ⌇♖⌇—❝…..❞

Legolas did not answer IMMEDIATELY after he was questioned. Truth be told, the human was not the first one to ask him such a thing. Many here did not BELIEVE him to be an elf; Ears POINTED && all. He did not look like the ELVES that inhabited these lands; it made sense for others to be skeptical of his origin. A thin, golden brow rose.

                                                                        ❝Aye. I am.                                                           && you’re a HUMAN, right?❞

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Not my fault.

Andraste’s flaming sword, you turn your back for five seconds…

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MORRIGAN;

“Why? Would you have prefered me to come to Ferelden instead? I thought I wouldn’t be much welcome there. I needed safety and Orlai offered me that. I doubt Ferelden or more like you, would have done that for me. ” 

“I CAN’T BELIEVE you think so low of me. We are  old friends, Morrigan”, that wasn’t said without a   tint of sarcasm. “Well, we fought the Blight together.  I wouldn’t like to see you harmed.”

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“Absolutely and terribly awful.” repeats the words to herself while pulling out the Alistair voodoo doll, "you will regret this toadstool."

ALISTAIR used KICKED PUPPY FACE.

(It was INEFFECTIVE!)

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Saw the other one, had to make this

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SAMSON;

Sam led Alistair down into the cellar, and suddenly they were surrounded by bounty. Barrels of mead, and ale, bottles dotting the walls like the work of a wine hive. Cheeses preserved in wax lay in racks, stacked on top of each other, and hanging in its own special section, the sausages and jerkies and salted foodstuffs meant for a grand old time. 

“Despite what most believe, lad, I don’t actually care to root against your efforts. Mine was a goal that had little to do with this righteous crusade of yours and more to do with the Chantry.” 

He selected a bottle of the finest Marcher wine and sat down on a barrel, using another as a makeshift table. “Get yourself some  cheese and jerky.”

THAT CELLAR was quite a sight for sore eyes. Despite feeling a bit tense due to the nature of what they were about to do, Alistair managed to pull a small smile. Oh, he did wish he had free access to that wonderful place.

It would take him a while to find something for himself. It would have to be a piece of meat, or cheese, that nobody would notice if it disappeared.

“I understand that the Chantry needs a reform.  I really do, but was that really the only way  you found to induce change? Rogue templars  and red lyrium?”

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SER CAUTHRIEN;

Betrayed his King? Oh the irony was… palpable. Cauthrien might have laughed if she hadn’t been so bitter in the first place. But she was not out of control this time, she had her position, she knew her place and her purpose. These were just painful memories now, nothing that could reach out of the past to drag her back into it.

“Which shows how much you knew, of both Loghain and Duncan… And the Wardens you serve.”

“MY LOYALTY to the Order isn’t blind.  Any organization that is formed by   people can be corrupted. I’ll do   whatever protects our interests best.”

Alistair had barely finished speaking when he realized that that might have been similar to how Cauthrien felt regarding the teryn’s actions. No, that was a different matter. He wouldn’t have stood by Duncan had he called a retreat in a situation comparable to Ostagar. Or would he?