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elvennekromantia‌: 

     ( ♕ ) “I have heard the stories about  the Circles and the templars. I have not seen one  before. My clan did well to avoid them.”

  Or well, at least the templars.  Ellana didn’t know much  about either of those things.  She had also desperately  avoided them, then and now.  There was only so much that  she could do to hide the fact she was a mage.  People had enough questions when they noticed her vallaslin.  As if her strange appearance didn’t draw enough attention.    

    “And no. I have never been to the  Free Marches. Though I met many travelers.  My clan lived on the Storm Coast and we met  many sailors.”

  Life was much simpler back then.  Then she mostly had to worry about getting slivers from old abandoned boats,  stepping on a sharp rock, while they played in between  lessons.  Of course, they heard many strange stories and Ellana wondered how many were true.

    “Is this your first time to Ferelden?”  

“Your clan was one of the smart ones, then.”

With all the time Aldelsine had spent living in the city of  Kirkwall, she had learned two important things: Qunari  swords can and will cut you in half, and Templars can and will kill you for standing between them and their prey, both of which she saw happen with her own eyes.

(Well, the sword part was less cut you in half and more  cut any fragile parts away from your body-- including your neck-- but that wasn’t something that needed to come up  often). 

“I wish I could say I was familiar with either area, but I’m afraid that before now, the furthest south I had gone was Kirkwall. It was a lovely city, really, as  long as you like slavers, and bloodthirsty qunari... and the random templars and  abominations murdering each other and  anyone in their way.”

She laughs tiredly, suddenly reminded of why she had  decided to move on once the dust had settled. At that  point, all she could truly do was go south, because there  wasn’t much else for her in the north.

“Ferelden seems... peaceful in comparison, if I’m being honest with myself.”

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hewasonceagoodman‌ : 

     ( ☩ ) He’s never much enjoyed the  taste of a healing potion.  Or any potion, except maybe lyrium.  That was a for different reasons.  Right now, he was just wondering how much longer he was going to live. Maybe a few more moments, maybe another six years.  Maybe the Maker would grace him with a quiet retirement  when this was all said and done.  Samson doubted it but it  was a nice thought to have right now.  

    “’S not a problem.”

  Samson slurs, his head tilting to the side to try and focus his eyes on the woman.  Good thing someone had a kind heart.  Shame it was being wasted on Samson. 

    “It’s not like we wanted to come here.”

  Meredith would have their heads if they disobeyed even the smallest order.  If they didn’t come here, they would probably end up dead.  Or worse.  Samson shudders just thinking  about it.  But he doubts anyone other then the templars, and  some of the mages, would understand.  Most people assumed Meredith was just a tough leader.  

    “She’s not goin’ to be happy to see  us back there ‘nd empty handed. The knight - captain  is goin’ to get whipped.”  

  There’s the familiar tingling sensation in his body, knowing it was healing.  The man wasn’t looking forward to going  back to the gallows.  

    “I’d offer ya a drink but I don’t know if we’re goin’ to be seein’ each other again.”

“It’s not like they wanted to have magic. It seems we’re all here because of that bitch.”

For a moment, Aldelsine forgot to hide her face,  meeting his eyes as she watched the potion take  effect. She knew it would work, having been the  one who made it, but there was still that part of her that worried that she hadn’t done it right, or that it  wasn’t brewed well. She could make a poison strong enough to paralyze a full-grown man in seconds  with no trouble, but creators forbid she try to make  an elfroot potion without a recipe.

However, the moment was broken when he spoke  about the repercussions of the night’s events, a  harsh huff of laughter escaping as she looked  over his wounds. He’d make it... whether or not it  was a good or bad thing was to be discovered later.

“Maybe the knight-captain deserves it-- give ‘em a taste of what they’d be doing  to innocent people that only wanted to  live their lives.”

She needed to leave soon, preferably before the man  is able to draw his sword or overpower her. She almost  thinks about checking to see if there is any of her  paralyzing agent left in her belt, although she knows that  the last of the viscous substance was used trying to get  to safety in the first place. All she had was elfroot potions and a mixture of monkshood and amanita, neither of  which would give her the result she desired... especially  when he was offering her a drink as she debated killing him.

Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo.

“I hate to burst your bubble, but I think  the only time we will ever be in the same  room again is if I’m in chains for helping  the mages in the city... if we’re being  honest to each other. I’ve never been good at staying out of danger.”

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I swear to God I’m gonna be back on soon, but I’ve been crushed by school and work and shit. Idk if I’ll be on tomorrow (it’s my birthday so we’ll be celebrating and stuff) but I’ll be back by Monday to get things going again before school starts

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kaaras-adaar:

He had no idea what she’d just called him or what language she’d just spoken, but he paused to let her speak–at least getting the gist that she may have insulted him. He deflated a little and let his arms fall by his side, listening to her. 

Well, that was a good question… and Kaaras couldn’t answer it. He was only following the line of what he was taught as a child. He was Vashoth. He supposed it just helped people differentiate if they were from the Qun or not. It was a strange mix of religion and a whole people, and Kaaras didn’t know where it had come from or if it would ever stop. Perhaps it was for the sake of the Qun, but it also helped Southerners as well, since they were always so terrified of qunari. 

He laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck once more. “Well, I’m not the best person to talk about it anyway. I grew up in Ferelden, as far away as possible from it all, I’m probably the worst qunari to try and talk to you about why the Qun does what.” But he had no intention of telling Bull what Aldelsine had said. 

The way he saw it, the Chantry was no better in some ways. They’d pulled their Exalted Marches just as much as the Qun tried to invade the South. It was all a big, right mess, and Kaaras was here to try and put the pieces back in order. 

“But, your secret’s safe with me,” he chuckled in good nature.

“Well, you didn’t tell me that I would never understand, so this is going better than most of my conversations on the subject.” Aldelsine answered honestly, brushing her hair out of her face. Sure, it wasn’t an answer to her questions, but he had at least acted like she was an intelligent being. That was a good way to get her to listen to what you have to say.

“I tended to avoid that area due to some of the stuff going on in the shadows, but I can’t say I wasn’t a bit curious.” She said, shrugging her shoulders as she absentmindedly plucked the strings of her lute. She wasn’t going to lie, she’d never felt more vulnerable than when she realized how much larger the qunari were than her, so bothering them was the last thing she wanted. “I guess my mother was right, I always ask too many questions.”

Leaving Antiva had taught her more than she had ever expected to learn. She’d known the basic stories that her mother had taught her about The Creators, and that The Qun was different, but nothing more than that. In Kirkwall, she had been able to ask Merrill about Dalish customs, and try her best to learn what she could about the Qunari. No matter what, it beat living in the Salle alienage as a wife, that was for sure. 

“I guess it would be the same as you asking me about life in a Dalish clan, in a way... it’s still nice to have a few answers, though.”

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rpfunstuff:

this doesn’t necessarily mean it will be good advice that you should follow, fyi.

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@elvennekromantia || X

 ( ♕ ) “Are you sure?”

 Ellana cannot help but chuckle.  The idea that someone has never experienced magic seemed rather absurd.  Unless she was discussing combative magic.   That would make more sense.  

   “Do you maybe mean a curse? I have a hard time believing you have never been healed with magic before.”

“I mean, there was the clinic back in Kirkwall, but I didn’t really need  too much help patching myself up.”

To be honest, she hadn’t had much experience with magic before she left Antiva. It was just an  anomaly that kept the adults in the alienage had  whispered about, or something the sisters in The  Chantry lectured people about. Now? She wasn’t so sure about what she should think. Anders and Hawke and Merrill weren’t the monsters in their stories, but it still made her nervous.

“You’ve never been further up than  the Free Marches, have you? Magic is...weird, and no one seems to know  what to do with it except for shove  them in a circle and move on with your life.”

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hewasonceagoodman:

     ( ☩ ) Well, he wasn’t honestly expecting her to attempt to help him.  Not when he  assumed that she was part of underground.  He didn’t think that made her a bad person but there was a reason something underground was considered dangerous.  Was  it really going to matter?  Currently, he was in a position  where death was a very real possibility.  

    “Samson.”

  He manages to get out, sucking in a sharp breath  immediately after.  Samson tries to relax a bit more, sinking down against the wall a little further.  Would the Maker be smiling on him today?  Hadn’t he done his duty?  Or well,  at least did it the best he could.  Samson wasn’t a perfect  man but who was?  After pausing, his hand comes up to  try and peel away from of the armor.  It would be easier to  treat if the metal and cloth wasn’t in the way. 

    “Yer not from ‘round here, are ya?”       

Fuck, she was going to have to hide out for a while, wasn’t she? She kept her face focused on his wound,  glad for once that her hair could cover the jagged  edges of her docked ears. Anything to keep him  from being able to pick her out of the alienage if he  survived this. 

“What gave it away?”

It wasn’t an answer, but a city elf from Antiva was an easy person to pick out of a crowd, if he even  remembered her when this was all over. Anders  would lose it if she brought a templar into his clinic, but she would never be able to forgive herself if  she let someone die alone in the sewers. She reached to help him, lips pursed as she pulled the cork of the vial out with her teeth, quickly pressing  it to his lips. The faster the healing potion worked, the faster she could run into the tunnels and figure out  where to go next.

“Maker, you silver fucks would  rather cause all of this bloodshed  than let one person go. Vaffanculo--”

She pulled harder on the armor than she meant to, knuckles white as she gripped the material. It was  less him than what would be coming, where they’d  be trying to find a new safehouse and move  everything around just in case so Templars couldn’t decide to finish the job. There were going to be  casualties, and eventually they’d retaliate in full... what did she get herself into?

“‘M not a mage, before you get  excited, not even close. Just have a bleeding-fucking-heart.”

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kaaras-adaar:

He wasn’t sure where this conversation was going, but her next question was actually more difficult than speaking of sex. At least sex was one way or another, when things came to the Qun? Especially when Kaaras wasn’t raised under it and his parents had sheltered him from it for so many years…

“Oh… uh…” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, the Qun is a philosophy, like… Andrasian,” he explained. “If an elf is Andrastian, you still call them an elf. That’s their species. Qunari is our species. For some reason we no longer go by Kossith since we travelled so far down South, and don’t ask me about that, because I honestly don’t have a clue.” It was hard to explain the difference between a qunari and a Qunari without getting confused since there was no way to capitalise that letter in speech.

“What I can tell you is, Vashoth are qunari who were born outside of the Qun, such as myself. Tal-Vashoth are those who have left the Qun. Qunari in general are still qunari but the Qun Qunari are those of the Qun, but… I can see how hard that is to decipher when it’s not written down. A dog is a dog, but a mabari is a kind of dog, if that makes any sense at all?” He felt like he’d just confused her even more–along with himself. 

“Wait, cazzo, take it a bit slow.”

Okay, so she could maybe understand this, but it was much harder to actually understand something when you’re also translating back and forth in your head. Fuck, indeed. “So, you’re all qunari, but some are more Qunari than others? The ones who left get the tal part added on, and their kids just don’t; why not just call all of them one thing and be done, instead of branches of branches?”

She paused for a moment, brows furrowed as she thought over what he had said. “Can I be honest for a moment, and know that you won’t tell The Iron Bull what I said?” Aldelsine asked, a smile quirking at the corners of her lips. “The whole naming thing that Qun Qunari do-- it’s absolute horseshit. Just call a dog a dog and stop arguing semantics... no wonder they have to attack a city to help it spread. No one else can fucking understand it enough to join after a second thought.”

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rp sentence starters taken from inkskinned’s writing. writing used : x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x 

“ i know how to open these bones with just my teeth. ” “ when i cried nobody heard me. ” “ i’m sorry that i come as an expired body, already worn and already unbecoming. ” “ yesterday i almost told you everything. ” “ shit happens in storms and we’re just caught in the middle of one. ” “ i want to be someone who isn’t a burden. ” “ you’d find a way to make it my fault. ” “ you push over sandcastles and tell me the ocean is the enemy. ” “ the worst part is that you’ll never say you’re sorry. ” “ i have trouble looking at you. ” “ when i close my eyes i see who you used to be. ” “ i guess i see you differently. ” “ it would be weird to die naked anyway. ” “ sometimes i wonder if it would be better to just sleep for a while. ” “ i feel like i have no idea what i look like. ” “ i look nothing like what i thought i did. ” “ i feel faded from my own life. ” “ i want to touch you or an open fire or whatever will hurt me. ” “ i feel like i’m living in a loop where the end is coming. ” “ i’m running out of time while i’m just sitting here. ” “ is it possible to be terrified of death and at the same time a ghost who doesn’t care if they’re drowning” “ i want to kiss you or cut you or kill myself. ” “ at some point i realized i would never come first. ” “ by then i was empty. ” “ i had to beg you to come back. ” “ it’s amazing how long you can convince yourself to wait for someone before you realize they aren’t coming.” “ the bitterness is taking over again. ” “ i feel like there are rats in my bloodstream, chewing out the good parts of me. ” “ i keep waking up unable to breathe. ” “ i could never be honest with you about what i was feeling. ” “ i stripped myself down to weeds. ” “ you need to see yourself as winning. ” “ it just hurts, i guess. that you still mean a lot to me. ” “ welcome to the world of consequences. ” “ i gave you something and you destroyed it. ” “ i wish you knew how to take responsibility for your actions. ” “ don’t look at me like that. ” “ you took everything you wanted. ” “ did you really think you’d get away with it ” “ i know you wanted it to be different. ” “ you threw yourself at others because for a second the idea of love could silence the rest of it.” “ how many people did you hurt just because you could ” “ you pushed them away and now you’re sad they won’t come crawling back. ” “ biting the knife eventually cuts your tongue. ” “ all you wanted was a happiness that didn’t taste of blood. ” “ it is an odd thing to get over what hasn’t been. ” “ chew off the parts of yourself that refuse to callus and instead keep bleeding. ” “ the wound won’t close because the wound shouldn’t have opened. ” “ there is so rarely an ending before a beginning. ” “ the snake in my veins eats me. ” “ i would have chewed my own heart out if it meant feeding you. ” “ people are mirrors. ” “ i wasn’t good enough and the blood in me is dry already. ” “ i have all these plans but my hands are a paper cup and my dreams leak on out the bottom.” “ opportunities bang on my window and i wave at them as they pass by. ” “ i sit here wondering why i can’t argue myself into moving. ”

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Ranbranlt was surprised by the sudden comment. He hadn’t thought he’d done anything since arriving to incite such anger in someone, but it seemed he was wrong. He looked at the woman, taking in her appearance and then her deflation. He wondered if something had happened that she would be so angry with a stranger. 

“Va tutto bene. Una spada non si adatterebbe comunque.” Antivan. It was nice to hear it. Even if the words she spoke were coarse. “Thank you. Much appreciated. I will have whatever you are drinking. I am sure that will be fine enough. I am Ranbranlt. It is a pleasure.”

“Che palle...” The moment of shock and panic passes as Aldelsine lets out a loud laugh, shaking her head as she motioned to Cabot for a drink. At least the only person who seemed to understand Antivan was a good sport, even if she did just make an ass of herself. “You know, you could have pretended that you didn’t know what I was saying.”

Cabot slid the drinks down the bar, Aldelsine grabbing them before they could tip over. She’d grown too used to people staring at her blankly every time she opened her mouth, the rhythm of the language soothing her anger. “Aldelsine, and it should probably be my apologies first... it has been a long day, if you can’t tell.”

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   ( ☩ ) Life as a templar was never as a simple one.  Unless you lived in a small village but that was not the case for Samson.  Oh no, life wanted to be full of surprises for him.  Though he supposes maybe this was a better way to go.  Which, considering his other option was lyrium induced madness, wasn’t all that bad.  What a sad thought to have.  

 He’s managed to drag himself into a sitting position against a broken wall.  His head drops break, breathing labored now.  Would he be able to catch it?  Samson wonders if this is going to be it, if this was the end.

   “Care to share a drink with a dyin’ man?”

 Samson’s head tilts to the side, looking at the stranger. Maybe she would have a something.  Anything to take the edge off how he was feeling.

Working with the mage underground was a bad idea, but it was  better than letting people get kicked around and abused with no  help. Aldelsine knew the risks of helping sneak them through Darktown, and that her aunt would kill her for getting involved, but  letting people kick around the weak was the last thing she would  ever let happen. 

She’d managed to get away without being seen when the Templars found their most recent hiding place, thankfully empty after the last ship left the docks. Still, getting caught in that situation was no doubt a promise of trouble, although the ones caught had put up a fight.

She ducked behind a battered wall, never noticing the man in armor until he spoke, dropping her dagger in surprise. She took one look at his armor, eyes wide. 

“Che palle...” She muttered, reaching her hand  out to help before drawing it back to her side.  She had some elfroot potion on her belt for any emergencies, but was a templar an emergency? “Cazzo, just-- hold on, serah.”

She fumbled with the potion at her belt, almost dropping the vial in  her attempt to hurry. If there was a Maker, she’d better get something in return for helping him after all they’d done to go after innocents.  Damn her bleeding heart.

“Tell me your name, and don’t give up just yet.”

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tal-fucking-vashoth:

Bull craned his neck from side to side, the joints popping in a pleasant way. He hadn’t been sleeping, just resting. It sucked not being able to sleep on his side sometimes, as it left his neck and back a little stiff. He’d heard something…singing maybe? Or humming? Either way he’d been intrigued enough to go out to the hall to see where it was coming from.

He just gave Aldelsine a warm smile and nodded at her in greeting. “Sleeping? No. Too early for me.” He explained to her, even though it was already late into the night. Being a mercenary he was used to staying up late for watch shifts. It didn’t do him much good to force himself to sleep earlier than he was used to.

With long strides he took a place next to her at the balcony and rested his arms on the banister. “I like being close to the drinks, so I was graciously given a room up here.” He told her with a chuckle then turned to look at her, attentive of his horns so he would’t smack her in the face. “I’m The Iron Bull.  I think I’ve seen you around before.”

“It’s quieter than it was back in Antiva City, yet louder than Kirkwall... I can’t seem to turn it all off, you know?” Aldelsine replied, ducking slightly as she twisted the lute on it’s strap so that it settled on her back. It made her feel more comfortable, as if her father’s craftsmanship was protecting her from enemies... also, trying to stab through a solid inch of wood wasn’t easy. “Still didn’t want to bother anyone.”

She ran her fingers over the aging leather across her chest, finally giving up and holding it in her arms, fingers trailing over the intricate pattern carved into the wood. She needed to find some oil to keep it clear of any spillage, a small crack in the original varnish from dwarven ale spilled by a man years ago. It wasn’t the prettiest thing in the world, but it was hardy and made to last, and she still couldn’t let her father’s work go. She quietly plucked at the strings, glancing over at the man.

“You’re the leader of those mercenaries, right? The one where no one seems like they go together until they all order drinks at the same time?” She asked, brushing a loose curl out of her face as the wind blew. “I’m Aldelsine, the rogue-slash-bard... although I haven’t really played for people in a while. Too many wars breaking out all over.”

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kaaras-adaar:

Well this was embarrassing. Kaaras felt the warmth in his cheeks linger. He frowned, though, looking at the woman across from him as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Those people are not ‘my kind’,” he stated. Yes, they were qunari, they were the same species, but they were not the same… 

“Those qunari were Qunari from the Qun. I’ve never known a life under that philosophy, and I don’t wish to. We might have the same physiology, but that’s all.” 

“I meant the stabbing kind you were thinking of, not... nevermind. This isn’t the kind of conversation I’m good at in Common.”

She’s not giving up, per se, but she needs to rehink her approach. This was a touchy subject, she knew it, but figuring out why was the key piece of the puzzle. Just like acting, in a way...

“Wait--why are you all called ‘qunari’ if you aren’t all from The Qun?” She finally asked, eyebrows furrowing. “You can tell me to fuck off and I will, but there wasn’t anyone willing to answer questions without conversion in Kirkwall, and I didn’t want to risk making a commitment if they didn’t allow music.”

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Usually, Aldelsine could handle drunks, but something about drunken, randy scouts and soldiers drove her beyond frustrated. She’d been listening to them catcall every woman that so much as breathed in their direction, even a few of them trying to play with her hair or breathe on her face. Maker, she missed having a quiet theatre to drink in.

"Impazzisci con la tua stessa spada, zoccola!” She finally snapped, rounding on whoever had sat next to her at the bar, expecting yet another person trying to be charming. Instead, she locked eyes with a large man that managed to tower over her when they were both sitting. Merda. “Scusa, I thought... can I buy you a drink.”