DUTY.

we are warriors, already dead to our people. indie sigrun.

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i made a velanna?? neato 

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now i’m considering rping velanna. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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i love sigrun a lot but she’s too upbeat for me? i think.

i do want to play someone but i’m not sure who. actually making the blog for my human commoner warden would be fun but he’s sorta generic? because i don’t rly think that the thing darp needs the most is another neutral good human character lmao..

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contemplates making a blog for my human commoner warden??

[wnq-writers]

Speak these words until they don’t feel foreign in your mouth: I am enough. I am enough. I am most certainly enough.

shadyombre  (via wordsnquotes)

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i’m not feeling too confident in my portrayal tonight so i’m gonna get off.

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               “   Must be hard being a darkspawn. I mean, you don’t even get to have many                     things in your life because you always have to pack Blight.   ”

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borntocxmmand:

amgetoll || Starter Call

Ves missed Zevran. 

Yes, she definitely missed him. He was a witty and bright part to her life that wasn’t there and she wished he was. She spent some of her time writing letters that she couldn’t send and trying to memorise little things that happened that he would find amusing, just so she could tell him when he returned.

Yes, she missed Zevran.

But by the Paragon’s beards, Sigrun could pick locks so well. Just a few moments on her knees and that wonderfully satisfying click echoed through the stone walls. The chest opened to show a mirriad of useful gear and coin for her trouble. Beautifully done.

She also knew the Deep Roads just as well as Ves did, if not better! Oghren was a great addition to her party and she loved the man but it was nice to have a dwarf around who was both experienced and sober at the same time.

“You’re a damn gift Sigrun.” She said in a clear, gruff and matter-of-fact manner as she finished looking through the chest. 

“Voldrik’ll get the funds for the walls in no time at this rate!”

               “   Sent by the Stone herself.   ”

         As much as she loathes Orzammar’s caste system and the disservice it has done          her and countless other dwarves, she can’t say that it didn’t teach her anything. In          fact, there’s a certain level of “street smarts” that you get from growing up in Dust          Town and learning how to survive with scraps; one that you just can’t duplicate any          where else. If nothing else, she’s one sodding good picker of locks. And, sure, she’s          done questionable things to survive but, if nothing else, her skill set seems to have          a capable vastness.

         Tossing coin into a pouch and clunking found artifacts around (and sometimes gear),           she briefly laughs, momentarily satisfied with her handiwork. Still, they have to get a           move on, clearing out long-abandoned thaigs and caves to salvage something.

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verysmallgirl:

what doesn’t kill you makes you weird at parties

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bloodstrucke:

                            “see? there you have it.                           punishment for hangovers.” 

          there’s a flaw in this logic somewhere.

          Sigrun only squints. Fortunately, it seems like the Stone is more merciful, lest           she wants to turn ninety percent of Dwarves into grumbling, hungover messes.           But, then again, most of them don’t have to deal with the brutally loud thunder, so.

               “   If that’s the punishment for being hungover, I’d hate to see what else he has                     in store.   ”

[shxriffwoody-deactivated2014071]

anonymously tell me what you think of my character portrayal. i can't respond; i can only publish.

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howeabout:

It would be false of him to say that the crack of thunder did not shake his bones or that the lightning crackling above did not give him pause, eyes quickly darting towards nearest cover. Small droplets of rain begin to matter and he wonders if she does have a point – No, being crushed beneath shifting rock still seems far worse than being wet. 

          ❝ We can find shelter, you know. At least this is easier to get out of than say a landslide underground. ❞ He clucks his tongue tentatively, ❝ – Perhaps we should at least endeavor to find the others. Did you see which direction Velanna or Oghren might have gone off too? ❞

               “   Clearly, you haven’t been in a landslide in the Deep Roads. Besides, it’s                     all fine and dandy until one day----zap! Should’ve took Orzammar over                     storms while you had the chance!   ”

          She’s being stubborn and she knows it. Still, Sigrun can’t help but think that, being           a surfacer, Nathaniel just doesn’t understand. For all its wonders, she thinks, the           surface just doesn’t have the same level of security that Orzammar has. The walls           don’t crumble for nothing down there, and she doesn’t have to deal with storms. One           could also argue that the darkspawn threat only adds to balance out the danger, but,           hey; nothing she can’t handle.

              “   Sorry. Too busy not getting electrocuted. Didn’t see.   ”

[hedgieart]

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hedgehawke:

soap! on a rope! how quaint

[serenity-fails]

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serenity-fails:

Do you think they could get Hard In Hightown at Vigil’s Keep?

[pancakesprince]

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pancakesandplaid:

do not repost or delete artist’s comments

if in inquisition

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borntocxmmand:

amgetoll || continued from here

The grin that Ves gave at the invitation was one of true relief, clunking the bottle onto the table next to her fellow gratefully.

“Ah, you caught me out. I had a cunning plan to ensnare you into my company, my evil genius is revealed.” She spoke in a rather droll tone, a smirk on her lips as she slid into a seat beside her with a heavy sigh and poured them both a mug of the stuff. 

“I could have asked Oghren but I’m really not in the mood to watch him go from drunk to drunk..er… Have to be in the right frame of mind to appreciate him properly, old arse.” She paused to take a long drink, leaning back into her chair as she tried to control the slow swirl of sluggish thoughts that ran through her mind.

“You doing alright Sigrun?”

               “   Ha! Saw that one coming, O Evil One. Now you’re trapped.   ”

          She eases forward, hand cupping the mug. There’s a moment of nursing the thing           before she actually takes it to her lips and, when she does, she makes a bit of a           face. Sigrun’s had ale from time to time before, don’t get her wrong; it’s just that           this stuff tastes a little bit stronger. Nothing she can’t handle, she’d insist, taking           another drink.

               “   I’m fine, Commander. Just been thinking.   ”

          And everyone knows how dangerous that is. She thinks about her promise, her vow           to return to the Deep Roads and disappear there forever, fulfilling her oath to return           to the Stone like her fallen brothers and sisters in the Legion. Now she isn’t so sure;           at least not right away.

               “   Remember what I said about fulfilling my duty?   ”

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bloodstrucke:

                            “fuck what the chantry said.” 

          good words to live by, generally. 

                                                    “i don’t know. do you have a better explanation?”

               “   Well, no--that’s kind of why I asked.   ”