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Without looking, put a number between 1-42 in my ask box! [grab bag edition]
So you all know how these go, below the cut is a list of 42 RP prompts that came to me. If you’re feeling extra brave, reblog without looking! This list has a nice mix of shippy, non-shippy, fluffy, cracky, angsty, nsfw, and sfw and such forth. Who knows what you’ll get? *Also gender and sexuality neutral!
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The Wrong Foot [Varric & Sereda]
He cocked a brow at her, “I imagine I could… if I actually thought that your brother would pay up rather than just killing me for having the audacity to spill Aeducan blood or kill me for coming down below when I’ve lived all my life as a surface or kill me for being too tall… which isn’t a bet I’d take even if I was a betting man.”
He eyed her up and down and admitted, at least silently, that she was a helluva good looking woman. Rounded in all the right places and with an absolutely delicious pair of lips that just begged to be-
He stopped his thoughts right there and focused. This was a woman who was said to have killed her brother, and considering the Aeducan line, it wasn’t really that much a stretch to believe it. “As to changing my mind about things,” he shrugged, “nothing to change. I saw a cute dwaven girl being attacked, I stepped in to keep her alive for the sake of cute dwarven girls everywhere.”
He saw her eyes narrow and he rolled his own, “Right, so you killed you want to talk about the fact that you apparently decided to kill your brother… who hasn’t wanted to kill their brother now and again.” He paused, cocking a brow and said, “I mean… granted most of us don’t actually do it but, hey, royals are like actors. You’re held to different standards right?”
So he was a born Surfacer. Well that accounted for a lot, and he was right...he was tall...
Shaking her head she blushed then scowled as he looked her over, not missing the way his eyes lingered on the curve of her lips. Stop it, she snapped to herself. You don't even know his name. Even with this reproach lingering in her mind she couldn't help the smirk that began to blossom at his comment about cute dwarven girls. With great effort she managed to tamp the expression down in to a glare, which deepened into genuine anger as he began to speak about her history. The adrenaline that still tingled through her body darkened, becoming something poisonous and hot.
"Well, I'd tell you about how really it was my little brother Bhelen who killed Trian. I'd explain that his selfish lust for power destroyed my family and led directly to the death of my Father who never wanted anything but safety and peace for his people. I'd recount a few of the particularly horrific things I faced trying to claw my way out of death sentence given to me simply because I was in the way, but clearly you already know all the specifics of my life so I wont bother." She folded her arms tight across her chest, fingers clenched into fists, to hide the shaking of her hands.
It hurt her beyond telling that she seemed to find this attitude towards her family everywhere she turned. She wasn't an idiot, she knew the upper crust of the Diamond Quarter society had been filled with vipers, and she knew how hated they were and how poorly some of them treated those below them. But somehow she'd always clung to the belief that the people of Orzammar understood that her family, and her father in particular, had only ever acted with the best interest of the people in mind. And if they had made unpopular choices, if they had seemed to play the game, it was only because that was the only way to keep the power hungry nobles at bay.
It was hard to find that in truth the name Aeducan was just as despised as the next noble family. It was even harder to face the fact that there seemed to be a lot of justification for that hatred. It made her whole life feel like a lie. She might have cried if she hadn't been so angry. Drawing on that emotion she pulled herself up straight and glared at the handsome man in front of her.
"So," She spat, "Do you have any other questions or can I thank you for your assistance and be on my way? I have sweet meats to eat and Dusters to oppress. I'm afraid that if you were hoping for a reward you'll be sadly mistaken. Turns out rescuing princess don't mean so much up here, but," She tugged open a pouch on her belt and pulled out a slim leather wallet. "I'd be happy to offer you what little I have."
Metallurgy and Mistakes - [Elissa and Sereda]
Elissa nodded, watching as Sereda moved about the little shop finishing her tasks so that they could go. She ran a finger along the spines of several interesting looking books, making a mental note to return one afternoon when she had time and coin for shopping.
Her head snapped up when Sereda bid farewell to her employer and friend, and she dipped to return the embrace she was given. “I’ll always make time for you, Sera. I’m just sorry we couldn’t make our schedules line up sooner. My employers have been… less than cooperative of late.”
Less than cooperative in that they came up with contract after contract specifically designed to encourage failure, capture or death. But Sereda didn’t need to hear about that. It was a beautiful day and they were going to enjoy it.
"I need to make a quick stop at the weaponsmith’s two blocks over, if that’s alright. I commissioned a blade for a friend of mine and it’s ready. I’m hoping to give it to him later tonight.” Elissa grinned, glancing at her friend through a wind-tousled curtain of dark curls. “After that, we can eat wherever you like. I heard there’s a new vendor in the square that sells dwarves savory pies if you’re interested.”
"Mmmm! Savory pies! I knew there was a reason we were friends." Serada laughed, feeling happy and carefree. "You'll have to tell me about this friend of yours. Lead on."
As they walked and chatted she told Elissa about her day (We actually had someone come in and complain that Neria's flowers are TOO pretty today!), and her plans to re-tile the bathroom in her apartment. (I have no idea what I'm doing, it's sure to be a total disaster, you could come.). She listened to what Elissa told her about how things had been for her, but she had the feeling that she wasn't getting the whole story. That worried her a little, but this wasn't the place to press the issue.
They wound their way through the twisting Lowtown streets and shortly found themselves in front of a storefront she'd never noticed before, despite the fact that it wasn't far from her apartment. It must have been a fairly recent addition to the street because the usual accumulation of grime and ware that haunted all Lowtown shops no matter how well kept seemed less that most.
"I might have a look around." She said as Elissa pushed open the door and they entered to the light chime of bells. "I've been wanting to upgrade my dagger set."
Several things happened at once then. In response to the door a dark haired dwarven man stepped out the back room, wiping his hands on a well worn leather apron. At the same time Sereda stopped so abruptly that Elissa walked right into her back. Their small collision caused the man to look up and Sereda watched as all the color drained out of his face.
"My Lady--" was as far as he got before Sereda, moving without thought, launched herself into his arms. Her voice, when it came, was breathless with laughter and tears.
"Gorim."
The Wrong Foot [Varric & Sereda]
Varric considered the golden beauty for a pregnant moment, his fingers sliding along Bianca slowly as he sized her up…
And then he very slowly lowered her and said, “Well, after Bianca and I just went to so much trouble saving your life, it wouldn’t really make a lot of sense to go riddling you with arrows now would it?”
He grinned and then jumped lithely down from the crates, his boots splashing slightly in a puddle of blood left over from the one he’d exploded. He glanced down and then sighed and shook his head, “Think I got blood on my coat,” he grumbled before he absently slipped Bianca to his back and held up his hands when she didn’t lower her weapons, “Peace Princess. If I wanted to take you out, I could have done it half a dozen times over in the last 5 minutes.”
He waited for her to finally lower the weapons and then nodded and moved forward, bending to pull one of the dead attackers around so that he could see his face.
And then he was cursing as he pulled back. He knew what those tattoos meant.
Taking a slow, deep breath he said, “Right… so let’s take a few leaps of logic here shall we? You’re on the surface and don’t look much like a merchant, so you’re probably running from something. You’re a kiss ass fighter and extremely good with a blade, which screams rogue.” He nodded to the dead dwarf, “Annnd you’ve got Aeducan assassins trying to take off your pretty little head.”
He cocked a brow and said, “Should I bow Princess?”
Sereda forcibly bit back the denial that rose to her lips. The expression in the dwarf's eyes told her that no amount of trying to talk her way out of his question would work. Weighing her options while buying herself a little time, she bent to clean her blades on the shirt of the body at her feet. Slipping the blades back into their sheaths, but being certain to keep her hand close for easy retrieval she straightened and looked at the man with a mocking smile.
"Only if you're in the habit of bowing to exiled traitors who have been wiped from the Stone Memory." She grimaced, unable to keep the spasm of hurt off her face, her usual flawless facade too damaged to hide it. "Apparently, that's not enough for them. They want to wipe my life out too." She gave the dead assassin a shove with the muddy toe of her boot and laughed humorlessly. "Well, they're welcome to try again." Glancing up to meet his eyes again she grinned halfheartedly.
"Sorry about your coat."
She stood for a moment, unsure what else to say. His expression gave away nothing, and she didn't know what he was expecting her to do. That in in itself was unusual, she was pretty good at reading others, particularly her own people, but this man wasn't like anyone else she'd met, it certainly made things more complicated.
"So," She finally said, "Now that you know who I am, does that change your mind about things? I expect you could make a tidy sum if you sent my head back to my brother." She paused, eyes hard, as she waited to see what his next move would be.
SECRET SANTA!!!
For Velanna
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Velanna,
I hope this letter finds you well. I’m not sure if you celebrate human holidays like this one or not, but I have found that rarely is it a bad thing to relieve a gift of friendship whatever the month or season. I hope you will agree.
I don’t know how much we’ve spoken of this before, but when I was young (eons ago it seems!) I used to spend hours at my workbench. Dwarves are all about their craftwork, as I’m sure you know, and my favorite…the class I never skipped, the pastime I always returned to, was jewelry making. Some of my kinsmen saw this area of metal art as unimportant, or unworthy, but I have always believed that putting things of meaning and (hopefully in this case!) beauty into the world is just about the most worthy thing we can do.
Since leaving home I haven’t had the time or means to work as I once did…honestly I was a little afraid that returning to those old habits would be painful…and at times they have been…but I had forgotten how much joy it brought me.
Anyway, the real reason I am writing you today is because I hope you will let me share a little of my dabbling with you. I’ve been working on a few pieces that, for lack of a better word, chronicle what the last year has been like for me and a few nights I ago while I was failing at going to sleep I remembered an encounter I had quite forgotten about. It’s funny the things you start to remember once you allow yourself to.
I was making my way through some part of Ferelden, trying to stay one step ahead of my brother, trying to convince myself that it really was better to keep moving forward than to just lie down and give up. I’m not even sure exactly where I was, I wasn’t very good at navigating such large open spaces, but I stumbled into a clearing where the most beautiful creature I have ever seen was waiting. I now know she was a Halla, then I had never even dreamed such a creature was possible. She wasn’t afraid of me. She just turned her graceful head toward me and for the longest moment we just looked at one another and I swear it was like she looked into my heart and KNEW me. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Finally she just turned away and moved quietly into the forest, and I can’t explain it, but as I watched her walk away I felt for the first time since everything fell apart that maybe I was going to be OK.
I made the enclosed that same night, remembering the graceful sweep of those impossible antlers. And I thought, if you didn’t mind too much, that I’d send it to you. I know there are things in your life that are painful, and maybe sometimes you feel like I did that day in the forest, ready to just sit down and say ‘to hell with all of it’. I hope that if that ever happens, maybe this will remind you that you are not alone. You’re people are with you, even if they don’t understand how to be just now, and your friends are with you too, even when they are clumsy and unsure of how to tell you as much (That’s me…if you were wondering.).
Anyway. You’ll have to forgive my sentiment, I guess I’ve bought into the ideals of this Human tradition more than I though. Let’s have dinner soon.
All my love, Sereda
Gorim y Aeducan de Aimo
11, 35, 54, 80
11. Been drunk and threw up?Huh. I'm ashamed to admit to this one. There was a rather embarrassing incident with a really handsome, unbelievably irritating Casteless Dwarf at the Hanged Man a few months ago. It ended badly. He probably hates me now (if it was possible to top the distain he already felt for me) which is a shame...I think he might have been a really good man. Guess I'll never know now, I fucked it up good and proper.35. Most visited web page?I don't go on line much. I don't have internet at my apartment and I don't really want to know the things people probably say about my family and me. Also, I have no one I need to contact that I don't see on a pretty regular basis.54. First best friend? Her name was Nara Odras. She was the daughter of a merchant in the Orzammar markets. I used to sneed away to play with her. When her father found out he forbad her to see me again because he was afraid of what my father might do. It crushed me.80. Broken someone's heart?I...don't really know. I've only been with one person...and I have no idea where he is or even if he's still alive. Our relationship ended quickly and violently. I don't know what that did to him. I don't think I'll ever know.
2, 36, 51, 55
2. Last phone call.To Neria, to let her know I'd just locked myself out of my apartment and would be late for work. >.>36. Favorite colorThat pearly warm gray that has an almost pink undertone. 51. Right or lefty.Righty, although I trained as a duel weapon fighter so I'm pretty good with both.55. First hookup.Well, I'm not sure 'hookup' is really the right word...but OK. His name was Gorim and he was my bodyguard. It got...complicated.
48, 64, 68
48. What do you like about yourself?I've always been really thankful for my eyes. My father used to tell me they look just like my Grandmother Aeducan's. I like to think I'm like her...just a little.64. Want kids? In another life? Yes. More than anything. Here? I don't know. I'm not sure what kind of life I could give them.68. Hugs or kisses?Mmmm...both, at the same time. :)
Questions! · 1. Last kiss · 2. Last phone call · 3. Last text message · 4. Last song you listened to · 5. Last time you cried · HAVE YOU EVER: · 6. Dated someone twice · 7. Been cheated on · 8. Self harmed · 9. Lost someone special · 10. Been depressed · 11. Been drunk and threw up · THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: · 12. had sex · 13. How many people have you had sex with this year? · 15. Made a new friend · 17. Laughed until you cried · 18. Met someone who changed you · 19. Found out who your true friends were · 20. Found out someone was talking about you · 26. What did you do for your last Birthday · 27. What time did you wake up today · 29. Name something you CANNOT wait for · 30. Last time you saw your all of your siblings at the same time · 31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life · 32. What are you listening to right now · 33. When is the last time you had sex? · 34. Who’s getting on your nerves right now · 35. Most visited webpage · 36. Favorite colour · 37. Nicknames · 38. Relationship Status · 39. Zodiac sign · 40. Male or female · 41. Primary school · 42. Secondary School · 43. High school/college · 44. Eye color · 46. Height · 47. Do you have a crush on someone · 48. What do you like about yourself · 49. Piercings · 50. Tattoos · 51. Righty or lefty · FIRSTS: · 53. First piercing · 54. First best friend · 55. First hookup · 56. First Bestfriend · RIGHT NOW: · 59. Eating · 60. Drinking · 61. I’m about to · 62. Listening to · 63. Waiting for · YOUR FUTURE: · 64. Want kids? · 65. Get married? · 66. Career · WHICH IS BETTER: · 67. Lips or eyes · 68. Hugs or kisses · 69. Shorter or taller · 70. Older or Younger · 71. Romantic or spontaneous · 72. Nice stomach or nice arms · 73. Sensitive or loud · 74. Hook-up or relationship · HAVE YOU EVER: · 76. Kissed a stranger · 77. Drank hard liquor · 78. Lost glasses/contacts · 79. Had sex · 80. Broken someone’s heart · 82. Been arrested · 83. Turned someone down · 84. Cried when someone died · 85. Fallen for a friend · DO YOU BELIEVE IN: · 86. Yourself · 87. Miracles · 88. Love at first sight · 89. Heaven · 90. Santa Clause · 91. Kiss on the first date · 92. Angels · 93. How would you label yourself? · 94. Someone You Pray Everyday For
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The Wrong Foot [Varric & Sereda]
Varric blinked and his finger paused over Bianca’s trigger when the little dwarven beauty whirled into action. He’d thought in an absent sort of way that the blonde was attractive, but when the way that she moved with those daggers was like watching a dance of pure sensuality. She was at one with them in a way that made her attackers look like bumbling idiots, and Varric got the idea that they were anything but.
Still, despite the fluidity of her movement, she was still outnumbered. He leaned forward while she was still attacking and easily lined up several of them in his sights. Bianca’s aim was as true as ever and one of the men attacking her from behind went down with an arrow protruding from his eye.
Focusing on the ones that were attacking her back so that she could deal with the more straightforward attacks, he lined up shot after shot, using a repeating setting that allowed him to shoot multiple arrows at once, hitting them with a spray of projectiles that landed from naval to nose along their torso.
When there were only two targets left he focused on the one closest to his crates. A few had caught on to the idea that there was someone else helping the dwarf out, and their bodies lay in a neat line leading from her and toward him. Now he focused, loading an exploding bolt, and grinned when it hit dead-center in the attacking dwarf’s forehead. Moments later there was a hazy red spray as he was torn apart, leaving little but a pair of boots behind.
Standing slowly, still holding Bianca at the ready, though not ‘exactly’ aiming at the girl, he cocked a brow as she took down the last one, “So… I’m guessing you’re not exactly next in line for Miss Congeniality Orzammar?” he purred. He’d learned not to trust most of the dwarves that came up from the depths, and anyone who attracted this many assassins had probably done something less than savory down below.
Whoever her unseen rescuer was he saved her life a dozen times over the course of the next five minutes. She head the heavy thuds as bolt after bolt dropped the assassins around her. She didn't have a lot of time to wonder about his identity however. For the moment the fact that she was still standing, while many of those who were trying to kill her were not, was enough.
Ducking and weaving she threaded herself through the attackers, slicing at throats and sliding around outstretched hands to bury her blades between their owner's shoulder blades. It was oddly exhilarating, the rush of adrenaline that only combat could bring. She'd forgotten what that bitter edge of fear mixed with a finely honed fighting style could do. Of course she wasn't always in the right place at the right time, one of the Dwarf's blades bit deeply into her right arm and a few seconds later, distracted by the man in front of her with the giant ax she almost missed the throwing knife aimed straight at her head. She managed to duck, but only just and the blade opened the skin just above her eyebrow. But despite these setbacks, and thanks in no small part to her still unseen helper, at last she could straighten and relax her grip on her weapons.
Breathing hard Sereda turned to face the last dwarf standing. His face was twisted with rage, but his broken kneecap kept him on the ground at her feet. She had every intention of letting him go. Letting him craw back to Bhelen to report his failure. But as she stood there, staring down at him, blood dripping into her stinging left eye, she changed her mind. It wasn't how close he and his men had come to killing her, it wasn't even the slurs and barbed words he'd tossed at her during the fight trying to throw her off. It was the expression in his eyes. It was the same look she remembered on her little brother's face the last time she'd seen it. That hate so pure it burned, that smug assurance that he had seen into the depth of her being and proven to himself that there was nothing of value there. In that moment the snarling man on the ground before became Bhelen and she acted without thought. He had taken everything, EVERYTHING from her. She would give nothing back.
Reaching down she caught the Dwarf by his collar and yanked his face up to meet her own.
"I was going to tell you to tell my brother I'd see him in hell," He spit in her face, blood and saliva spattering her cheek. She smiled sweetly at him. "But really, I'd rather tell him myself." In one swift movement she brought the blade in her free hand across his throat and dropped him as his blood boiled out over her hand. Turning on legs that shook with rage she found that she wasn't quite alone after all. A new Dwarf stood there, and if the giant crossbow he had casually leveled at her was any indication he was the one who'd helped her dispatch so many of the bodies around her.
He was handsome, lithe and trim in that way that she'd come to recognize in the Surfacers, those who hadn't spent years pounding iron or breaking stone, but his face was arranged with careful practice and his eyes hard behind his casual comment about beauty pageants.
"No." She said, her voice coming out more thorny that she normally would have liked. "I don't expect I am." They stood there for a moment, each unwilling to back off first.
"I'm grateful for your help Ser." She said at last, adjusting her grip on her daggers, "But I trust you wont make the mistake of thinking my gratitude in any way impairs my ability to protect myself."
Metallurgy and Mistakes - [Elissa and Sereda]
It had been several weeks since Elissa first ran across Sereda in the Hightown market, and though they had kept in contact via text ever since, they’d been unable to synch their schedules enough to meet in person. Frustrated, Elissa cleared a day and suggested she come by the shop where Sereda worked so that they could step out together for lunch.
When the afternoon rolled around, Elissa dressed quickly and headed out, a single errand to manage on their way to the small cafe just around the corner from Petals & Pages. Shortly after they’d finished the job for which she’d enlisted his aid, she’d used part of her cut to commission Carver a rune-etched broadsword in both gratitude and apology. The craftsman was well known throughout the underground for well-crafted but affordable pieces, and Elissa was even more impressed when he completed the project nearly a full week before his estimation.
She pushed into the shop, smiling when she caught Sereda’s eyes and hoping her friend didn’t mind a quick detour before lunch. “Are you ready to go?”
"Hey!" Sereda's eyes lit up as she glanced over and saw Elissa enter the shop. It had been far too long since she'd seen her friend in person. "Yeah, just give me a minute to finish up here." Hurriedly she swept up the counter where she had been putting the finishing touches to the herb packets she'd been working on. Once everything was clean and tidy she slipped into the back room to grab her bag.
"I'm just stepping out for lunch Neria, I'll be back soon." She called toward the garden where the other woman was working. "Don't forget to eat something yourself!" With a little rueful shake of her head she stepped back into the shop and rounded the counter to give Elissa a quick hug.
"Thank you so much for making time for me." She said brightly as the two women headed out the door. "I know you must be so busy now...I want to hear about all of that by the way." Laughing she tugged at her scarf and felt happier than she had in months. It was a lovely day, she was setting out for a good meal with a dear friend. It was just what she'd been needing.
"So where do you want to go? Are you hungry for anything specific?"
The Wrong Foot [Varric & Sereda]
It was late and he should be back at the Hanged Man getting ready to enjoy his last few drinks before going to bed. He had a lot to do given that he was pretty sure Hawke was coming close to getting enough gold together for the Deep Roads Expedition, and he doubted he’d be getting a lot of sleep once they went down there (even the idea made him shiver, not that he’d ever tell anyone that). But unfortunately his informant network indicated that something big might be going down tonight and it had to do with Dwarven assassins. No one was positive or could give him full information, hence his coming to check it out himself. He didn’t like the idea of Dwarven assassins in Kirkwall, even if it was just a possibility.
“Of course, why you didn’t call Hawke or Sprinkles or even Junior to get some backup would be the question of the day Tethras,” he grumbled to himself.
Shaking his head, he looked down to check his equipment as he came up to the area of the docks where his sources said this could/maybe/might happen. He was going to have to go and visit Pots again soon. Neria’s potions were the best and he definitely could use-
“You didn’ think you’d really escape us just by fleeing to the surface did’ya?”
Varric frowned and moved forward, climbing atop one crate to rest Bianca on another as he searched the darkness for the speaker. So much for this ‘maybe, might be, could’ thing just being a wild goose chase…
It had seemed like a solid enough tip. See the man at the easternmost docks. Ask him for the time and he'll pass off the packet of intel her source claimed to have gathered on the political state of Orzammar. Simple.
Right.
She should have know it wouldn't be that easy. When was she going to learn to leave well enough alone? She had a good life here in Kirkwall. Despite all the odds she'd managed to not only survive but prosper. She should just accept the fact that Lady Aeducan was dead and buried, she was just Sereda now. Orzammar, her father, revenge on her little brother...each one more unattainable than the last. She should let it go. She should.
And yet, here she was, frantically grasping at any straw of news she could shake out of the greedy hands of those few contacts she'd managed to scrape together. The obsession was becoming unhealthy.
And it was about to become potentially deadly.
There had been no dock worker of course. No packet of papers. Just the sound of the lapping water and too solid shadows. Dropping her hands to her belt, Sereda slid two slender blades from their sheaths and adjusted her grip as the shadow directly in front of her shifted and three dwarves stepped into the dirty half light. The one in front grinned nastily and 6 more dwarves moved in to surround her. She didn't recognize his face but she had little doubt who had sent him. She began seriously regretting not asking Elissa to come with her. This was going to be a hard fight.
"So." She said, her heart beginning to pound. "You're the best sweet little Bhelen could manage then? Not surprising really, he never did have much luck making friends who were worth anything."
One of the dwarves to her left let out a low growl but the leader just smiled and took a sauntering step forward.
"Well if it isn't the banished bitch herself. I owe you a gold Trendor, I didn't think she'd be stupid enough to show." The dwarf on her left chucked and the sound sent chills down her spine.
"You didn' think you'd really escape us just by fleeing to the surface did'ya?" He said, but the leader cut him off with a hand and a smile.
"Come on sweetheart." He said "Why don't you just save us all a lot of time and give up now? If you're a good girl I'm make it quick and painless...mostly." She was braces for his attack, her arms taught and steady, her weight balanced on the balls of her feet and if the attack had come from him or even the sneering dwarf to her left she would have been ready. But the first attack, when it came, was behind and to her right. There was a scuffle. A thud and then a gurgle. Sereda whirled in time to see the blade that was inches from her body fall from numb fingers as the attacker scrabbled uselessly at the arrow now protruding from his throat.
She didn't have time to wonder where the arrow had come from however. The rest of the gang were closing in, murder in their eyes. Tightening her grip on her daggers she turned and launched herself into the fight.
Are dwarven vaginas small, or just shallow? Does being below the plate in Kirkwall remind you of home?
Well, I'd ask you to come over here and find out, but I'm afraid it might be a little to much for your human heart to handle. You didn't think all that dwarven stamina was just for fighting Dark Spawn did you?Yes, I suppose it does. I hadn't thought of it like that really, but I do find Hightown rather uncomfortable...there is an awful lot of sky.
Do you think you will ever return to Orzammar? If you do, will you show the city to me?
I don't know. Maybe...if Bhelen were gone, or if I could ever find a way to forgive what he did to me, to all of us, maybe if the Void freezes over. Honestly I try not to think about it much.But, should I ever return there I would be honored to show you my home. I wish you could have visited when were were young.
