#fadecloaked

[neramontagueofficial]

Do you think the fadecloaks flesh would taste like a poultry meat, or maybe a mollusk or arthropod? Would it go good with lemon

I cannot tell you the answer to this question and I would ask that you perhaps seek some sort of religious consultancy for this one. If you have a free Augur who is willing to tolerate these kinds of questions, perhaps, or I hear much about the personal relationship one might be able to cultivate with Christ-the-Buddha, it might be a better use of these questions than my inbox, where I have seen enough of the biological functioning of a FADE cloak to give it a more-or-less permanent pass in terms of food.

[cremiisius-blog]

fadecloaked

           ❝ Your Worship. I've been meaning to thank you—- for what                     you did at Storm Coast. Bull told me. Saved all our lives                      back there, so... thank you. ❞

[ameamin]

fadecloaked

  "How do the shems treat you, lethallan?       I have been getting side-eyes since I walked through those enormous gates."

[eritvita]

fadecloaked

He’s been in two castles in his known life.

One in Antiva, over swift, fervent whispering as he was tugged along for a meager grabbing of fine, vintage’d wine, and good cheese and bread; for paltry sum, in the glowing taverns and cheap booze amidst cackling, triumphant laughter.

And, now.

Interestingly, surprisingly, he has no need to food and drink, for his stomach is full, and his throat is quenched; though, his thirst for knowledge and exploration is drier than the weather of beloved Antiva herself.

And so, Roland stalks the library, of this glorious home of stone’d walls and slit windows, ignoring the chill of forgotten memory, tapping the pads of his fingers in idle rhythm while slitted eyes scan for a book, yea, verily, but of what?

Tevinter customs, falsely brought? Dalish rites, littered with sacrifice and ritualistic sex? Perhaps so, for he needs a laugh! The book is taken, and held with great care, and he gives a little, huffing laugh at the mere thought of such rites.

If only, if only.

[fadetwister]

BREAKER     CLOAKED        HEARTED             TWISTER                 WEAVER

[eldarscion-blog]

                           ❝ I fear this section is off-limits, my Lady. Might I assist you in                                    finding whatever it is you are looking for? ❞

                                               closed / fadecloaked

[sorrowedvigil]

<<fadecloaked>>

He knew it was the Inquisitor who approached.  That particular set of footfalls, that particular  pattern, unique only to her.  He crossed his  arms across his chest and did not turn — but  he did not seek to push her away, either. His  gaze was stormy. Thoughtful.  And he scoured  the mountains as if there were some atavistic  secret tucked within its snowy peaks.  As ever,  there was no divine sign, no sudden moment  of clarity, no epiphany to illuminate his path.

               “Do you know anything of this history of this place?”  

[cremiisius-blog]

— inquisitor.

                       ❝Why, Krem, where’s your sense of adventure?❞ 

           ❝ Must’ve left it in Skyhold. Remind me what we’re here for, exactly? ❞

( @ fadecloaked )

[sympatheticspirit]

Elf mom doesn’t want your ratty never-been-washed scarf around her neck you silly ghost child

[visverbi]

fadecloaked

"I really wish you'd let me do something with your hair, Inquisitor. I know of a household remedy that would spirit those knots right away."

[killerpigfarmer]

fadecloaked said: { guess u could say it’s a quad… }

“Y’ain’t helping.”

[theharellan]

fadecloaked started following you

Skyhold had not seen such life in an age. Rubble still littered portions of the castle, but he had already seen the plans to restore such eyestores. It was only a matter of time before the ruins of Skyhold could truly be called a castle again.

Solas lingered in the doorframe between his corner of the castle and the main hall, his eyes sweeping over the newly placed decorations. These had not been here a few days ago. They glittered proudly in the sunlight, a reflection of how far the Inquisition had already come since haven.

Sensing the Inquisitor approaching, he lowered his gaze to meet her eyes. "I see you've settled in quite nicely. If I may ask, what inspired your choice in decoration?"

[cadashingrogue]

fadecloaked replied to your post:“You nug-humping piece of –” A pause. “I… didn’t...

“No, no. By all means, continue. I almost /want/ to hear how the rest of that goes.”

“It just won’t...”

Zera gestures to the lid of a trunk that’s just about the same size as she is.

“The sodding thing won’t open for me.”

[lionoffthelyriumleash-blog]

Morning Calls

"Madame Inquisitor--" Cullen said, breaching the stairs of her chambers carefully. He didn't move fully up them, stopping a little below. He called for her again, "Madame Inquisitor, sorry to wake you, but there are pressing matters for the day... mostly letters to write, but I would advise you to wake now if you'd like to rest later in the day" he had drawn the short straw so to say, and was forced by Josephine and Leliana to come and get Khaliya.

It couldn't be too hard of a task?

[nihthelm-moved-blog]

He stood quietly, leaned against a wall at his ease, watching as Khaliya made her way about the courtyard. She stopped to speak with Cassandra, wandered into the quartermaster’s office, then headed for the tavern. Not so long later, out came the elf again, making her rounds,, checking in on her folk.

Moryo’s lips twisted wryly; what an odd situation had brought them both to this place, but the First would always have been a leader, he supposed. She was just getting her chance a little early.

He stepped away from the wall as she headed for the stairs, moving to intercept her.

“First... I mean, Inquisitor? Hahren... Creators, I don’t know what to call you anymore,” he said, shaking his head in a fey sort of amusement. “Long way from the clan.”

fadecloaked

[sympatheticspirit]

“This can help....?” The look he gave Khaliya was something close to bewildered. He knew Bull would laugh before the sound started abruptly and stood still in anticipation of Varric’s hand as it patted his back in what the dwarf meant as comfort. Sympathy.

“I don’t think she meant for you to literally wear it, kid.” Varric said, voice amused.

“But she did,” Cole argued, voice sounding tinny in the hollow of the pumpkin. The look Varric fixed Khaliya with was supposed to be judgmental. The spirit boy could hear the intentions behind it but they were quickly swallowed by the laughter in Varrics mind.

“Well! That changes everything, doesn’t it?”