#dalishblacksheep

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The man was involved in his work, ignoring the ever present presence of the guard who had been assigned to him. He was reading tomes from ancient Tevinter magisters and translating them to the best of his abilities. His brow furrowed as he read the steps of the spell, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he wrote a few notes on what it could mean, hoping that context further along would make the meaning clear.

At first, he had been upset that the Inquisitor refused to have him executed. After everything he’d done, after losing his wife and his son, he deserved -- even longed for -- the peace that death would bring. Since becoming an agent of the Inquisition, however, he found that being able to research magic again brought him joy he never expected to feel again. He almost felt like himself again.

[goldenthiefshiro]

@dalish-black-sheep

Shiro had chosen the house earlier in the day, deciding it would be his first stop for his little job. Bedlams were probably his favourites to receive, because it left him with freedom of targets. Of course, the blond knew to watch out for the marks that warned him off, but that never stopped him from finding the people and places to steal from.

He would do any jobs given, because the guild had offered him a safe place even if they didn’t know. But he would feel a little happy when he could rob the high class citizens that made him want to raise a storm.

The young Breton, or so he appeared, peered down from the roof, little smirk on his face as he blended with the shadows, unseen. Few would think of looking up, and Shiro had long trained in the art of being out of sight, of making almost to no sounds. It wasn’t just becoming a thief, as the very reason Brynjolf had noticed him was how Shiro had easily blended in the crowd.

It had been vital for Shiro, after all.

Once satisfied with the quiet street below, the guards far enough, Shiro scaled down the wall. He dropped silently on his target ledge, and worked on picking open the window. It wasn’t too hard and soon the male slipped inside.

Heterochromatic eyes swept around the room, and he froze. There was someone here. It wasn’t the noble, and he had not expected someone else. His cloak his feature well, without forgetting that he stood in shadows; but the fact remained that he had been seen.

Because Shiro could tell the person’s eyes were open when they met with his own blue and green.

It took Shiro a few seconds before he also noticed the pointed ears, head tilting to the side. He couldn’t quite guess which kind of Mer they were, but it felt strange to see them in this house. Then it occured to him that, in his crouch, his twin daggers were visible.

Shiro lifted a single hand, open and palm toward the Mer in a gesture almost meant to soothe. Part of Shiro didn’t want to scare them, he was a thief, and he was here for good, not for people. And part of Shiro hoped they weren’t about to scream, or attack.

Mercer wouldn’t be too happy if he got caught, though he had not intent to be. Just like he had no intent to fight.

[ostwickjoker]

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“Inquisitor!” Dom roared out cheerfully from where he was sitting near the Herald’s Rest bar. “You’ve got t’ try this stuff! Proper Marcher whiskey!”

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“So, let me get this straight, the Red Templars have been taking people from Saharnia to work, and been just...  Keeping them?”  Talon’s eyes narrowed and he looked over his daggers, checking to make sure they were sharp and ready for the upcoming fight.  This wasn’t something he liked the sound of at all, and Maker he was ready to deal with those involved.

Yes, these are good he thought, standing and sheathing them.  “I’m ready to go kick some ass if you are.”

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Dorian made his way to the main hall of Skyhold, a frown on his face as he looked around. He shook his head and made his way to the garden, sighing softly as he made his way toward a bench. He put his head in his hands and massaged his temples, shoulders tense as he closed his eyes and let out another, heavier sigh.

[ayanelath]

On the Run

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“Somewhat, though I will take any hints,” he responded after a moment, his voice quiet to match the woman’s. “I will presume riding away on horseback is out of the question?”

He adjusted his pack and quiver, thinking he should take his bow in hand before dismissing the idea. Just follow her lead, he told himself, looking to the other elf expectantly.

Ayane tilted her head, considering the question seriously. “If you’ve a horse close enough, we may reach it in time. They’ll be here ... in ten minutes, at most.” She was skeptical about there being a horse close enough to give them such a chance, but hiding held its own risks.

And she didn’t especially like riding, but she didn’t care to mention that.

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“Inquisitor?” Immediately she chastises herself. He was one of them, there was no harm in being lenient. “Lethallin,” she begins again, “a word, if you’re available.”

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(Continued from [x])

Bull caught Torohir’s hand in his, brow creased in concern as he gently tugged the smaller man closer, letting the elf’s head rest on his chest. “I’ve got you, kadan,” he murmured to the man in his arms. He held him close but loosely, not wanting the other to feel trapped, wanting him to have a way out in case he needed it.

[dirthelgar]

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Mika had been resting by the fire, watching the snow fall and the sun set, all the while keeping an eye on Torohir. He soon realized the other elf was quite likely getting cold, and there was no way he would let him stay cold even if Torohir had been keeping watch. The Inquisition scout was a bonus, too.

So Mika offered a smile as they went to the fire, the elf sitting again but leaving room for Torohir.

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Talon was increasingly on edge as they approached the town of Redcliffe.  It had been what, six, seven years since he’d been here?  It had changed, but that was to be expected.  

“Torohir, do I really need to come?  Surely you don’t need me for this.”  He spoke softly, unwilling to let the others hear the unease in his voice.  

He grew up here, knew the area well.  Under normal circumstances a person would be happy to return to their hometown.  However, normal this was not.  Talon wasn’t worried about people recognizing him from the scrawny child and street rat he once was.  Scrawny and a street rat he still was, but the assassin had grown significantly and the tattoos helped obscure his face from anyone who might recognize it from so long ago.  Rather, he was worried about someone he might recognize instead.

Logically, his father should be dead.  The man drank too much, didn’t really take care of himself, and probably lived in the same run down hut Talon had grown up in.  However Talon couldn’t help but have a bad feeling about coming here.  Walking this same road to town to steal some coin or something to eat.  Running down the little side path they were passing to go to an abandoned dock nestled in underbrush and trees that was once a safe place of his.  Despite trying to convince himself the man was almost certainly dead, the knot in his stomach only twisted tighter with every step he took.

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Dorian let out a soft sigh, rolling his shoulders as he focused on the books in front of him. He had a few open and he was diligently writing notes on as much as he could focus on. He sat back for a moment, rubbing his eyes tiredly and shaking his head, glancing toward the window to see what time it was.

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“What is this place? What are you planning to do to me?”

Hand wrapped firmly around the other elf’s wrist Matt led Torohir down the narrow hall. Perhaps he’d been a little too forceful with dragging the other along. It wasn’t something he’d put too much thought into. Like anything else he did while drunk for that matter.

“Oh, no need to be getting all worried. You always worry too much.” In all honesty Matt had no name for the place he’d found. Cellar number sixhundred and eight perhaps? He’d woken up there that morning anyway and figured it was worth showing someone. Not every day you find a skeleton in the middle of nowhere right? Especially one with a cool outfit. 

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“Kost, kadan,” Bull rumbled, reaching slowly for the man. “Kost, it’s all right. I’m going to touch your arm, okay? I want to hold you. It’s all right. It’ll wear off in a little while.”

[dirthelgar]

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Mika had not been totally unaware of how much work Torohir had, between seeing the judgements and the nobles coming and going. He had watched his fellow elf, knowing it had to take a toll on him; and so Mika eventually decided to do a little something.

So it was with a cup of soothing tea that he had subtly arrived, and for a few seconds he had watched Torohir work. Just enough to catch him as he pressed his hand in his eyes, and Mika bite back a sigh.

One day, he might understand why one of his first urge was a kiss when it came to Torohir. But at the present moment, Mika simply pretend he didn’t have a slight blush at the action, and smiled at Torohir.

“Things are good, on my side.” He pointedly gazed at the reports, then lifted the cup to attract Torohir’s eyes on it. “You, on the other end, look like you might need this.”

And he gave a grin, one he hoped would convince his friend to stop for a few minutes.

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@dalish-black-sheep [continued from x]

Cillian’s eyebrows lowered, along with his ears. They had lost many at Haven, and quite the number on the journey over. “Amid chaos, life is lost. It is a harsh and unfortunate reality I still struggle with. You knew your limits, da’len. I pray they all passed through the veil peacefully.”

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2. Covered in blood

“Maker’s breath--” Dom stared, coming to a halt just inside the door of the stables.

Torohir stood there -- on his feet, thank the Maker, if looking rather unsteady and with his armor stained from top to toe in blood. At a glance, Dom couldn’t immediately tell which was his and which was his assailant’s, and his expression turned tight with concern.

“Maker’s breath,” he repeated softly. “I...was coming to ask how things went in the Emprise, but I suppose I can guess. Are you all right, Inquisitor?”