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✎ [ am I too late *chinhands* ]
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P1 - Alright, that’s it! We’re changing our party name from “Those Guys” to the “Loose Knit Confederation of People Who Don’t Want To Die” P2 - I still think we should be “Kleptomaniac People Who Aren’t Allowed to Go Nice Places”
RPing & Plotting with Tabbi: A Handy-Dandy Guide
Worrying about approaching other RPers, especially “established” ones, is a pretty common theme on tumblr so in an effort to lessen some of that stress I am going to tell you exactly how(e) best to start RPing with me. That way nobody has to feel anxious or like they’re a bother or anything like that okay? Okay.
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Because Varric hates to travel.
Please reblog if your muse is a CANON CHARACTER from DRAGON AGE
Reblog if you don't mind having multiple different rps with the same mun and muse
Not a Queen, a Knight-Commander.
Not a Queen; a Knight-Commander.
Fairest in the land, one might say, if one made certain to be very quiet about it and hide the compliment in a particularly violent coughing fit whilst simultaneously kicking the nearest dog. It went without saying that she had a strong face, famed with long, luscious, pale gold tresses, hidden beneath a hood of the richest crimson. Her eyes were more piercing than a Carta's dagger and colder than the cold shoulder a certain apostate gave when you suggest the Templars might be right. Men and women fell to their knees before her – and if they didn't, she had someone on hand to help them get there.
There was only one man—nay, one elf who could stand before her on trembling knees and not bow down to her magnificence. His name? Onisro.
Herein lies the completely true and not at all fabricated love story of the delicate-boned yet stout of heart Onisro and the force of nature itself known only to her subjects as Merrynith. Stay tuned for...
Gallivanting in the Gallows
Under Cover of Knight
//basically Varric.
//what can I say, I'm a charmer~
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// what this fine person said ;D
"Excuse you."
"Come now, Hawke, you can’t say you didn’t see it coming." Varric steepled his fingers over his collection of parchment, looking up at Hawke with feigned disinterest. "You. Him. Alone. Please don’t tell me you just sat and talked again. I think Isabela will cry.”
"How long’s it been? Don't hold back on the details, Blondie, this is serious stuff!"
"And just to what serious stuff are you referring with that?”
"That mostly depends on what exactly you’re thinking about that’s so serious, otherwise I don’t think there’s need for much of a discussion any how.” The mage shrugged his shoulders, eyebrow perking up. “But if you’re not picky, we might as well let whatever it is you wanted to discuss go and talk about something else, how’s that?”
He sighed a touch overdramatically, raising his hands in a 'what's a dwarf to do' kind of motion. "The scarcer you are with the details, Blondie, the more I am going to have to make up. Just don't complain when Isabela adds her two silvers and you suddenly find yourself described as a slightly-starved Antivan lion with a previously-luscious golden mane." Isabela could always be counted on for the good metaphors, even if they did get a little wordy at times. "But if you insist. What do you want to talk about?"
Reblog with a picture or gif of your muse's "Well this is awkward" face.
"Can I help?"
"That depends, Cricket." The look in Varric’s eyes was nothing short of mischievous despite the effort he made to keep his face completely sombre. "Can you keep a secret?"
"What’re you doing?"
Varric grunted as he tried to shift more of the rubble that had blocked their path, Sundermount apparently feeling a little cranky about its visitors today. He knew he shouldn’t have let Hawke talk him into going back into the dingy little caves. It was bad enough they’d met some sort of giant Dalish wonderbug the last time. Now they had to deal with a cave in.
"Me? Making us an escape route. Unless, of course, you’ve been holding out on us and your sword can cut through boulders. In which case, start swinging. I’d like to make it back to Kirkwall before the looters start going through my stuff."
