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“It must be hard for you...” he said softly before his lips pursed inwardly. He didn’t know how he would feel if he had to kill his own clan; his own people. “I’m sorry, Dorian.” He told him before he looked down at his bow. “We will stop all this... so more people won’t have their lives taken... bad or no...”

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andruilblessed‌:

She nods back as she looks the way he pointed. She thinks she might have heard something one or two miles in that direction. Yavanna took her bow and readied herself in case of any trouble.   “ Alright, what are WE waiting for? Lead the way ”

“Are you coming with me, lovely?” The scout mused before he threw his bow onto his back. “I have no idea how far it is from camp. With my luck, we will run into beasties. Or a dragon. If so; I will pee on myself and sob like a baby. Fair warning.” He hummed before burned bare feet began to wander into the desert. “Perhaps we should bring Bull with us-- just in case. I feel like he likes to take down some dragons.”

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andruilblessed‌:

“ Yeah? Well, anything is better than the cold of the mountains, in MY opinion ”   she said to Fenll, trying not to make a fuss about the fact she was actually trying her best to walk as normal as possible (he was right, the Deserts were not made for their kind— yet The People were nothing if not adaptable)   “ Besides, there’s plenty here to keep us busy! …We could try and find some water, for example. Surely the terrain will be nicer near a RIVER or a lagoon, or something ”

The male nodded his head slowly before rubbing the back of his neck. “I think I saw a spring earlier. I know for a fact that the troops could use a source of water. I know I could. I’d rather be in snow than hot sand.”

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doriianpavxs‌:

Dorian finally found himself able to sit down, the mass of Venatori that had been occupying one of the areas now laid dead around he and his companions. “A shame they wasted their lives for… this.” he spat, he didn’t look at their faces anymore. There was too big of a chance he’d recognize one of their faces. 

The Dalish archer jogged over, getting there too late for the action. He huffed before crossing his arms. “Always too late.” He looked down at the dead. “Venatori?” Honestly, they scared him. Looking up at Dorian, he lips pursed together. “Do you--- know any of them?”

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“I hate the desert.” The elven scout huffed as he adjusted his robes. “I feel like I have sand in my arse and my toes are on fire!” He hopped from one foot to the other. This is what he gets for not wearing shoes.

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scout--harding‌:

Lace nearly doubled over in a fit of laughter at the image of some undead thing pulling Fenll from the tent not that any creature with half a head of sense would know better to test her. She might be small but she kept her arrows sharp and there was a knife in her boot. She wasn’t ever unprepared for anything. Wiping a tear from her eyes she gave him a smile “How much elfroot do you think we’ll need? Make sure we have some blood lotus in there as well and a few other things. We never know what were heading into but I’ll make sure to sleep next to a cooking pot and that way if something tries to drag you off we can whack ‘em and maybe we could take one back um er well ‘alive’ for them to study?.”

“Aw. You’d whack ‘em for me? I feel so touched.” He gave a dramatic sniffle came from him before he held up some Blood Lotus. “Already ahead of you, Lace.” The Dalish stood up, throwing the bag over his shoulder. “How long do you think we’ll be gone this time?”

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faithfollowed‌:

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about being sent out too soon.” There would undoubtedly be another scouting mission before he probably wanted to go. Hopefully after a trip to the tavern. Leliana watched the arrow hit the target. A small, amused smile formed upon her lips. “Have a preference on your attacks?”

“I like to see them squirm and cry in pain. And if it’s a Darkspawn, I wanna see if they really have something down there to hurt.” In actuality, he was frustrated with another scout. Shaming him for who he was. It’s bad enough that he was looked down on because of being Elven but also because he preferred men. An angered huff left him at the memory and he pulled the string back and shot another arrow, splitting one in half on the area.

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doriianpavxs‌:

“I’m aware my presence may be too much for some, if I’m that much of a distraction I can leave. I may even take it as a complement.” There was no telling if that was the case or not, it was simply too good to pass up at the moment. Or any moment for that matter. “Ah. I don’t have experience with exes personally but that would be one way to deal with them.” Exes meant people got close, there weren’t many people he’d let that close. 

As much as he loved to watch Dorian walk away; he enjoyed him there. “No, please. I actually enjoy you here.” Mainly to stare at his face but he wasn’t going to admit that out loud. “You don’t have exs? You? Or are you a one night stand kinda guy?” A small chuckle came from the Dalish and skilled fingers worked on the string of his bow, tightening it slowly.

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Zhang Yixing || Lose Control

[suvkanelf]

“It was incredibly gross! The whole time I was scared that one was gonna pop out and grab my feet. Even nibble on them. This is why we should wear shoes but, I hate wearing shoes. My toes are less free and I can’t feel the ground wearing shoes.” He wiggled his exposed toes. Was it an elf thing? To not cover exposed feet? His clan didn’t wear any and he noticed that Fenris barely had anything covering his feet.

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alistcirs‌:

the particular location of that single arrow absolutely tickles alistair’s adoration for immature jokes , and he chuckles as he turns his head to look at the elf , his own sword training on hold . “ if you had gone to the tavern first , i doubt you would’ve managed to be such a magnificent shot . ” he glances over his shoulder at the tavern building . “ they serving good ale in there ?”

“You know it just really had it coming really. Reminded me of my ex. Just standing there, not listening and not saying a word.” The Dalish mused before he looked over at the person speaking. Ah, Alistair. The hot Grey Warden wandering around. Fenll cleared his throat before adjusting the strings on his bow. “The ale is amazing and the company is priceless. You haven’t been yet? I practically live in there.”

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somnieral‌:

“Fair enough,” Sora allowed with a laugh. “There was a Tavern in the alienage in Val Chevin. Dirty little place and filled with all sorts of folk. It was the first real tavern I enjoyed. I think it was called The Pointed Ear. So, I’m not wholly heartless when it comes to taverns and other unruly meeting places.”

She thought of the Fallow Mire. She was educated; that much had been seen to especially when she was found to have magic. She knew of the Fallow Mire. But books only did so much justice. “What was it like? It doesn’t sound like very much fun… Did it rain? It never stopped raining on the Coast.”

“It’s absolutely terrifying.” The Scout shivered at the thought of The Fallow Mire. “No; it really didn’t rain, well at least when we were there. “A lot of undead and I think some weird magic columns. The Inquisitor and perhaps some mages probably need to look at those.” He leaned on the building beside him. “We never had a tavern in my clan. I had to sneak good Ale sometimes.”

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lostcaused‌:

Letha quirks a brow from where she perches on a nearby crate. In her lap is a half-finished sketch of the fortress, her fingertips stained black with charcoal. “Then… go to the tavern?” she responds, brows furrowed. If he was complaining about it, why not go right now? Seeing as he had enough free time to mutilate a poor training dummy. She turns back down to her drawing, adding, “Or just tell them you need a break.”

“I’ll just get scolded.” He huffed. It really wasn’t a good idea when he spent all day in the Tavern then went out scouting drunk. “The last time I went on a mission after the tavern, I returned with frostbite all over my arm and I didn’t even know it. Here’s some advice-- never try to pass through a mage and templar fight drunk. Especially if the mage has ice magic.”

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somnieral‌:

“It’s not that great,” Sora offered, so used to the taverns and haunts of her master in Minrathous. She had seen splendor albeit on her knees. Still, Sora couldn’t help but snort when the arrow struck gold (or rather jewels), and they went to collect arrows for Fenll.

“Where did you return from? I’ve recently come back from the Storm Coast.” 

He scoffed at their words. “Taverns are practically my home so-- they are great.” Giving a little bow of his head, he took the arrows and placed them back in his quiver. “Thank you. Ah; we just came back from scouting The Fallow Mire. Not a big fan.”

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iscbelas‌:

“Yelling is nothing,” Isabela shrugged. “I’ve had worse. They’ve stopped even bothering now.” Her eyes followed his movements, watching as he tended to his weapon. “Perhaps. But if you truly don’t want to go, don’t. Your job, granted, is very important, and I’m sure everyone is thankful, but I imagine it gets tiring.”

“It’s a little--- tiring but sometimes it’s nice to see new places. When I was in my clan, we traveled a lot but we always tried to stay hidden. As a Scout, I can go to every crevice of a spot. Plus without me; Harding would be bored to death.” He let out a small chuckle before he looked back at her. “I don’t think I’ve gotten your name. I’m Fenll.”

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scout--harding‌:

“Squeamish about a little undead now are we?” the dwarven scout spoke nudging his side as she came in. Lace had hardly a fan of them herself but she knew full well undead could be vanquished like anything else could. Rather she hoped they could and Scout Lace Harding wouldn’t show fear. They were still gathering supplies here and readying to go out. She was ready to go but she couldn’t leave without the proper team. “I won’t let them nibble on you but the Inquisition needs us. Mostly I need you my friend”

“I’m just not too keen on the idea of those creepy things wandering around while I’m sleeping. What if one just pops into our tent? What if I get dragged out!” He gave a dramatic sigh. “I’m so young and just too beautiful to die now, Lace.” He shoved a few elfroot into his bag just in case him or one of the scouts got injured. He wasn’t a healer at all but he picked up some tricks in his Clan. Even chewing on the root of Elfroot would calm a sicken stomach. 

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“So I’m sitting there, Elfroot on my titties--”

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