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Tyler Cousland ——— ✚ ——— ❝ You are called upon to submit yourself to the taint for the greater good. From this moment forth, you are a Grey Warden. ❞ ——— ✚ ——— Independent RP Blog for The Hero of Ferelden

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couslxnd liked your post “like this and ill maybe draw a rlly dumb icon of hawke and ur muse…”

*strokes beard*

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[ i still need get on the ball with harvestmere. who wants to become extremely paranoid and think tyler is a vampire ]

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I’d take that offer if I were you. One way or another, you’re leaving my kingdom.

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attraction meme

[couslxnd]

Inbox me a ‘ღ’ and I’ll rate you with the following:

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[vigiilance]

Originally posted by mozartsmilfmansion

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vigiilance replied to your post: Tyler never appears with a full beard because...

THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE

[couslxnd]

Tyler never appears with a full beard because Blackwalll keEPS FUCKIN STEALIN’ THEM

[vigiilance]

                               EVERYTHING WAS GREY                                                               HIS HAIR                                                               HIS SMOKE                                                               HIS DREAMS

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[couslxnd]

i love you too much. heaven’s my witness, and this is a fact. you live in my soul, your heart is my goal.

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[couslxnd]

Fire burns and destroys… Mine will protect them all…

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       A grin finally pulled at her lips, showing chipped but healthy enough teeth, canines slightly sharper and snaggled, the teeth not quite fitting the profile of a human, but she was most definitely not any of the other races. He had manners– far from how she usually was greeted when hunted down purposefully.

❝No offense taken. One might think you ‘ad spoken to a witch, before, with ‘ow you ‘andle your words. We’re right, aren’t we?❞

       But she waved her hand dismissively, not actually caring about the answer. He had shown her no small degree of civility; the least she could do was return it in whatever amount she could be bothered to muster, and prove she was not as claimed by the wilds as she looked.

❝Sinnah. Sinnah you may call us; once upon a time a Warden-Lieutenant.❞

[couslxnd]

       Her smile was slightly unsettling, not anymore than an animal baring it’s        teeth in an attempt to intimidate threats however. That was most        certainly not her intent though, it was easy enough to tell. The way she        looked at him before made him think she was more concerned he was a        threat than he was of her.

       The man raised a hand slightly, about to answer, before he was        dismissed by her movements. It took time to realize how odd it was to        have a civil conversation in the middle of a swamp. It was a nostalgic        feeling, however.

              ❝ Sinnah, a lovely name. I am Tyler Cousland, Warden-                  Commander of Ferelden. ❞

        For some reason, he felt a bow was needed as well just to be polite.         Tyler also neglected the Hero of Ferelden part. He doubted someone          like her would care much for such titles.

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       Reaching up, she wiped some grime from her face, flicking it off in some feign attempt at looking presentable. But honestly, they were in one of the arguably filthiest places in Thedas. There was no looking presentable when every movement garnered you more mud one way or another.

❝Something, not someone? Curious choice of words from one who will likely meet the same fate.❞ She gave back as she crossed her arms, eyes following the glint of the armor around the ground line before locking back on his person. He wasn’t a threat– he was here on a job, and within all right to be.

❝Your scouts must ‘ave intimate knowledge of the area if they notice one little disturbance in the mud;but yes, we’re the cause. It’s…. quiet ‘ere. Too loud, below ground, to think.❞ She said with a small snort, shifting to settle her weight more comfortably on bowed legs. It wasn’t that she was running from her calling, but he more than anyone else she had known in a long time would understand the implications of her words. The song that chanted in their sleep and called their names so intimately in their darkest hours; and she could scarcely hear it in the soggy swamps.

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       Eyes watched the mud fly off her face onto the ground before returning        to looking at her with a perked brow. They were certainly becoming a        curious one. Tyler had never encountered a Warden far into their calling        before. Only a few left in his time as a Warden and they barely showed        any signs on their appearance at the time.

                   ❝ I apologize. I didn’t intend to offend. ❞

        They were certainly more together than the stories he’d heard from his          seniors. Most made them out to seem like the effects of the calling          would turn you near mindless. Tyler should know that most of what he          knows about the Wardens and darkspawn was changing.

                 ❝ I make sure to pick those familiar with the area. The                          more they’re there, the better they are at spotting                          inconsistencies. ❞

      He could imagine the noise down in the Deep Roads. The Warden was       mostly surprised that there was an  open path to the Deep Roads here.       He’d have to add that to the map when he returned to the Keep.

[apriciitatis]

That earns him a derisive snort. “Clearly you’ve never been to Kirkwall. You couldn’t breathe around one without them suspecting blood magic.”

[couslxnd]

       At least he gained some sort of reaction from her.       

                  ❝ I haven’t actually. I can imagine that must have been                            hard for the mages there. I’ve heard stories of the                            Templars of Ferelden as well. It seems hard to believe                            with the relationship between the Knight-Commander                            and the First Enchanter. ❞

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       She stayed in her spot, holding on to the tree like it might be her only lifeline to the stable ground. Her head tipped, body moving to change positions to peer out from the other side of the tree, leaning just barely more in the light. She eyed his weapons- duel wielding, and proficient in it by his earlier handling. Then night was long worn, but most of it had been spent stalking the new man.

❝Oh, looking for us, then? ‘ow was it that it went– either you will seek them, or they will seek you. Question raises though…. why seek us?❞ She asked, taking a low huff of breath, listening to the dull ache of the taint in her blood. The mire was so far from any darkspawn activity due to the sagging and collapse of the tunnels under ground; it was so easy to ignore the song here, but wardens were still taint, and it set drums in her chest to be so focused on his being.

       Finally she stepped out from the shadows, and stepped closer to expose herself, squinting at the light. Dressed in a soft leather dress that barely could count for rags, most of her skin was exposed and there was no shame for it. Bone beads on woven fiber threads wrapped her ankles and neck in decoration, hair matted in to thick dread coils, and splotches of mud clumped over her skin where she had been wading around the bog. She was by no traditional means pretty, but to a seasoned warden the early signs of ghouling might be present if they peered enough past the muck of the mire.

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      The Warden merely observed her movements. It was hard to see, but        bits were exposed lightly as she peered closer at him. He was more        focused on her than any threat around him. She spoke in such a        curious manner. Then again, Tyler had met natives of swamps before        and even they spoke in a much different way than he.

       Returning to a standing position, he attempted to get a better look at        her as the tint of his armor spread out more though it did barely        anything to illuminate more.

                 ❝ My scouts reported interesting activity in the area, more                           so than usual. I’m quite confident to say you are the source. ❞

       The taint in his blood rumbled even before she fully stepped into the        light of his camp. He didn’t believe one could have an outfit less modest        than Morrigan, thought ones who lived in the wilds didn’t have much to        choose from. The mud of the swamp definitely masked most of her        appearance, but the look in her eyes was an easy sign of what she was.

                  ❝ I must say. I never thought I’d see something like you                            on the surface. ❞

[apriciitatis]

“There really isn’t all that much to know, Commader. I was an apostate. I spent a life running from Templars. Better to fight the darkspawn than them.” 

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             ❝ I’ve heard that sentence many times in my life, it tends to                      not be that truthful. But I agree, focusing your talents against                      the darkspawn is a more worthwhile cause. It is much easier                      to negotiate with a templar than a darkspawn, at least most                      of the time. ❞