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[bushelofmuses]

“He’s never asked my opinion before. I can’t decide whether to feel honored or put on the spot. Maybe a bit of both.” || for Ameridan, from Urnarseldo! (dai-era) @dragxnsfire

Fantasy Fiction Starters | Accepting

Ameridan hid his grimace.

Maker, what could Cullen have wanted advice on where it concerned the mages? Cassandra had told Ameridan a small bit about Cullen's experiences, enough to get the hint without straying into gossip territory. He got the point, and as a demon hunter, he knew what they were capable of and how horrific Cullen's experiences were.

But still, Ameridan wondered how much it clouded his judgement. At the end of the day, he was still a former Templar, still guilty by proxy to the horrors committed against mages.

"I'm almost afraid to ask for details on what he was looking for in an answer." Ameridan met Urnarseldo's eyes and offered an awkward smile. "And how well did that answer go over?"

[xspeakerofsilencex]

For @dragxnsfire Urnarseldo

Stories around the fire, whispers from friends, the passing comments of strangers, to Lucien it was the same at the end of the day, deep down, those with the darkest of secrets even if it was only a small part, yearned to confess, for it to be known. Whilst he was not receiving a juicy confession that he would be able to share with his brothers and sisters, Coldharbour did hold some interest. He was no scholar, no mage, he was a loyal follower of Sithis. When it came to his love for his family and the Night Mother, nothing could compete. This didn't mean he wasn't allowed other interests, on the contrary, if he saw the opportunity to learn he often took it. “So, how did you survive such a journey to Coldharbour? If your story is true, how do you stand before me, stranger?”

[noamuth]

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them? 🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

Admittedly, Dalamus is pretty committed to being a grump, but he does take notice of people's behavior around him, when they respect his boundaries or apologize for crossing them, and there's a certain happiness in that. A pleasant surprise and a slowly growing trust.

He also likes to observe nature--the flow of a river, the stars in the sky, the fractal nature of trees and their branches, the small animals which call the Surface home.

He likes to find and collect stones to polish or cut to see what is inside.

He also likes flowers, although he has not seen a great variety yet. Most wildflowers are small, delicate things, but there is beauty in that, too.

The hard part is getting him to actually stop long enough to sit and really appreciate these things. He does not want to get "too distracted".

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

Answered here :)

[dreadwxlf]

@dragxnsfire sent: stop looking at me like that . From myndilon! (Maybe just before veilguard :>

~ Solas blinks as Myndilon's words bring him out of his thoughts, and he realizes he had been staring at the poor elf. The other's wizened appearance was a constant reminder of Solas's mistakes, of what he had done to his people -- it was hard not to lose himself sometimes, especially with the ritual soon approaching. ~

~ " My apologies, lethallin. I was lost in thought...The ritual demands much of my attention in these last few days. " ~

[idolbound]

‘ People aren’t always who you think they are. You learn to see through it. You learn fast. ’ ( @roquenxnar / @dragxnsfire ) for Runilaros.

The chaos of the crowd - one of Hightown's bustling markets - takes longer that the Knight-Commander would've liked to clear the area and allow herself and two other Knights to pass through. Vendors with sales, calling out for highest bidders of rare items has caused quite a ruckus, and while not the objective of this outing, it does draw her attention through the crowd, noting just who is here and doing what.

Call it a habit of years of experience, but hunting down apostates requires to search for those living amongst the people incognito. Standing tall amid the crowd, the Knight-Commander cuts an imposing figure, with sharp, pointed pauldrons adorned on her shoulders, and the crown emulating Andraste Herself resting above Chantry robes of red, and skirts of navy.

Yet, it is the voice of a man unknown to her, spoken aloud in passing - and in some capacity, she wonders if it is not meant to be directed at her, necessarily - but it garners Meredith's attention, turning toward the source of the voice, where piercingly bright eyes fall upon him - an elf, eyes green and hair grey - and for just a moment, she almost mistakes him for First Enchanter Orsino, and the scrunch of her face and flare of her nostrils nearly gives away the very thought.

"Indeed. It would appear there are many in Hightown that would fall under that very premise..." The insinuation lingers in silence, but her tone dictates it as such. "What has drawn such a crowd here today?"

[sharransepulchre]

❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜ from Belthan, @roquenxnar!

. ☽◯☾ . starters from here

Normally, hearing Belthan's soothing tone and precise words uttering such a melodic timbre would have had the desired effect of calming her fried nerves - but there was nothing that could possibly pacify the waves of grief that crashed over her like turbulent waves against a rocky shore. Everything she has ever known, everything that she has ever been - it all came crumbling down around her the moment she cast away her Dark Mistress's spear. How could everything go so wrong?

Even now - as she kneels against her prayer mat with her forehead pressed into the ground, in an utterly pious manner to try and express her regret, her sorrow to her Lady - there is a flickering of void against her right hand. A deep, itching pain that burns at her nerve endings and flares into a decadent purple hue, followed by a crippling pain. The type of pain that forces all of her fingers to lock open, her veins to bulge in agony, and her teeth to grit. But this is not penance for sake of a lesson, for there is no memory that comes with this. Only pain. And hearing the drow paladin's assurance, she misconstrues pity. She won't take pity.

❝ it gets easier , does it ? ❞ She bitterly bites out, her tone tense and tight from the pain ripping through her hand. Her left grasps suddenly at her right, clenching it as if it were a burst blood vessel, ready to spill her life essence all over the standard issued prayer mat beneath her. ❝ i ' m sure you would know that . so well versed with lady shar, aren ' t you ? having allied yourself with selûne , i ' m sure you ' re so intimately familiar with her methods of -- ❞ But she's suddenly cut off as pain spikes through her trembling arm again. The half-elf's form shudders and she shrinks into herself, knuckles flushing white as she powerfully clenches at her palm, as if that would deter the pain. Her teeth grind as her jaw tenses, and sweat drips from her forehead upon the purple mat beneath her. Breathlessly, she forces out a few more aggressive words, equally biting - and grieving.

❝ just - just leave me alone . i don ' t need your gods - damned pity . ❞

[tidesfate]

a very careful 🐾 from haleth!

❛[ Send 🐾 to boop my muse! ≻ highly accepting !

THE CAUTION IS NEAR PALPABLE FROM THE OTHER. Befitting, of course, for many would not even think to touch the Prince of Knowledge. The decision itself was contradictory boldness // AND SOMETIMES, SUCH PLEASED THE ENTITY. It let the touch connect, then one of its own tentacles surged and encircled-- - appearing as if a reaction of IRRITATION. Stopping before actually constricting over the others body, and the tip merely pressing to the others forehead before the limb unravels with a chuckle. “&– - Keep that energy about you, but harness it to proper usage.” // @dragxnsfire

[thegreatstrongbow]

"You don't really want to do that, do you?" From Urnarseldo, for Beleg! (probably about leaving middle earth or somethin idk)

"... No. Maybe. I am not sure."

He loved Middle-Earth. He loved the earth and forests and mountains, the stars reflected in the rivers and lakes. But war encroached and he was old. Old, and tired.

"I don't know what I want."

[eldritchborn]

THE MIDDEN WAS FEW AND FAR WITH COMPANY. The seeker did not disparage this; it did not enjoy too much noise or people around. Never would it actively fuss, but often would it leave from the college corridors above back to what lay below (THE SPIDERS AND OCCASIONAL ICE WRAITH PAID NO MIND TO IT). However, there was a part of Omeluum that did find it surprising when one came to visit it in particular.... endearing, perhaps that was the word. It had sought about setting out a pot of tea- crafted with melted ice, fire magic, and its own collection of dried flowers (THOSE IT ENSURED WOULD BE HARMLESS TO THE OTHER). In turn, it observed what was brought to it-- - most interested in the plant at this moment. “&– - Apocrypha held many plants stolen from the mortal realm, but none grew naturally. It is... fascinating to see how they are meant to be. I do not recall a common name for this one; what is it you refer to it as?” Talons touched delicately along the petal, before retracting as if pulled out of thought. “&– - Apologies, I am getting ahead of myself. You must have sought me out for a reason- I will aid the best I can, Dragon Tongue.” // @dragxnsfire liked for a starter !

[ariveth]

            SHE'S USED TO HIM BY NOW and his inability to sit and relax, to simply not do anything for a while lest he somehow think himself not being 'useful'. "Sit," she repeats, this time actively walking toward Urnarseldo, taking him by the biceps ( at least the part right above the elbows, considering that unnecessary height of his ) and actively attempting to sit him down into the wooden chair at the table by force. "Please just sit. Relax. You don't need to help this time."

When Ariveth had invited him to her tiny home in Windhelm, a meagre attempt to repay the hospitality of his grand estate in Solitude, she had expected some resistance. Not quite this much, but still. "Stew's almost done," she announces from the pot hanging over her firepit, dashing over to the modest oven to check on the bread. "Would'ya prefer spiced wine or alto?"

@dragxnsfire

[haresvoid]

🎂cake for (Ome, from Seldus!)

❛[ BELATED BIRTHDAY PROMPTS ≻ not accepting

'IT SEEMS THE INFORMATION HAD PASSED ALONG THE INDIVIDUALS WITHIN THE LODGE. At least that was the clear, logical assumption to be made when bardic visitor, a familiar face to the illithid, approached with the sweet (IT WAS AWARE OF TRADITIONS FOUND WITHIN OTHER SPECIES FOR SUCH AN EVENT). While not the same for its own // RECOGNITION GAINED APPRECIATION. Hands lightly grabbed the dish, helping place it upon a nearby desk-- - and grazing edge with claw // ACTION LEADING TO IT BRINGING THE RESIDUE TO INTERNAL MAW (TASTING THE FLAVOR). “&– - A much appreciated gift, thank you- I believe it is customary for others to partake in it as well?” It was as much a question as it was an offer // THOUGH THAT WASN'T TO SAY IT WOULD BE DISAPPOINTED TO RECEIVE THE WHOLE THING. Most would not assume Omeluum to be one with a sweet tooth, more focused upon the mind flayer's unavoidable appetites. However, it quite favored the sugars-- - regardless of the lack of bodily usage. (TENTACLES STRAYING CLOSE TO THE FOOD SHOWED MORE ITS VALUEING OF THE GIFT THAN ITS RESERVED WORDS) // @dragxnsfire

[illithidprone]

@dragxnsfire liked this for a lil thing! (for Seldus!)

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" While the drow wore a mischievous grin (knowing full well such words could be twisted to one of perverse nature), Gwyl was innocent in his intentions. He had overheard the other playing music, late at night after everyone in the camp had fallen blissfully asleep.

"Next time...maybe you should consider inviting me along, yes?"

[aetherianxarchive]

⚠️ Hal feeds his dogs people-food at every opportunity

Confirmed!!

[noamuth]

[Sick] My muse is ill and bedridden. + reverse for belthan :3c

Dalamus cautiously pushes open the flap of Belthan's tent to see the older drow laying on a bedroll. He seems pale, his brows furrowed in discomfort.

Frail old man. Condemned to rot in his tent until healing works or the illness runs its course.

Dalamus enters and closes the flap behind him, then sits beside the older drow, glad to be out of the sun. He places a glass of water within Belthan's reach, water which he had been entrusted and tasked with bringing to the tent, in addition to checking on Belthan's status.

Why Dalamus had been chosen, he does not know. Perhaps the others assume a kinship between them because they are both drow. Perhaps it was simply 'his turn'. Would Belthan complain? Demand a different watcher?

There is a tickle at the back of his mind which tells him Belthan is weak, and perhaps it is simply his time. Dalamus could even help it along.

Instead, he sighs. What good would it do? Would it please Lolth? Perhaps. But it might deprive the group of a valuable power and resource. Not to mention how suspicious it would look.

"I have brought you water," he announces. It is not even poisoned. "The others wish to know how you are feeling."

[dreadwxlf]

@dragxnsfire sent: “‘maybe’ is better than ‘no,’ last time i checked. i’ll take it.”  From Urnarseldo!

~ " I see little reason as to why the Inquisitor would deny your request, but as I said, I can offer no guarantees. But if I may ask... ". Solas tilts his head, curiously eyeing the other elf. " Why do you wish to join the Inquisition? We have no Dalish amongst our ranks, and I have met few of your people that ventured outside of their clans. " ~

[idolbound]

I'm not very eloquent, but I've really loved writing with you, and your Meredith :> I think she's just neat, and like your portrayal of her a lot 💖

positivity meme. | @dragxnsfire

hi!! Thank you so much - I'm definitely looking forward to continuing our thread <3 ! I really love Runilaros so far!