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Liaren Mahariel; once a hunter of the Dalish Sabrae clan, now a Grey Warden, and titled Hero of Ferelden for her role in helping to defeat the Fifth Blight. It's been a few years since most have seen the fabled Hero, but rumour has it that Liaren has been attempting to find a cure for the Calling... Main verse is during/pos Inquisition.

[dalishheroine-blog]

      ”I love Lupa, but one more mabari drool-bath wake       up call and I might have to start making him sleep       outside the tent. .” 

[dalishheroine-blog]

      Like for a starter!

[sanctumofjustice-blog]

"A rather pleasant coincidence indeed then, pray tell how do you fair? Did Oghren finally drive you off with all his drinking from the keep? Or was it Velanna and the stick up her ass? How’s Nate-Nathaniel?"

[dalishheroine-blog]

      "Oh, I dragged him halfway across the Deep       Roads and back; there's little that Oghren can       do that surprises me any more," Liaren laughed       slightly, "I'm well. And everyone else was well       the last time I saw them. How've you been?"

[ofxjustice]

' I  can  assure  you  that  there  is no such thing, I  would  not  be   caught  dead  anywhere  near that vile place, I’ve had enough of it for a lifetime '   For a moment he wonders if this might be a dream,   but he can’t for the life of him imagine dreaming about  being  stuck  in  the mountains with outlaws roaming left  and right (he’s had strange dreams, but the day he starts  dreaming of bandits he’ll start to question his own sanity) ' So, do share -   What brings you to these parts, oh great Hero of Ferelden ?’

[dalishheroine-blog]

      "Wonderful. I'd hate to have to go trampling off       after a rogue band of darkspawn any time soon."

      It amazed her how easily she could fall back into       the simple back-and-forth from her early time at       Vigil's Keep, and even from her travels during the       Blight. Maybe it was a sign that she shouldn't have       spent so much time on her own of late.

      "My clan is camped near Sundermount. I'm heading       to visit them," she explained, "Well, the Keeper's First,       anyway. I heard she's been looking into an artefact I       found right before I joined the Wardens and I need to       talk to her about it."

[xrutherford]

    ♞——-           “Ah, yes, he did mention your task. It certainly seems worthy of your           attentions,” Cullen stepped up beside her, gazing at the bookshelf she           was stationed next to. His eyes scanned the spines, attempting topick           out anything that seemed relivent to the Wardens or the Blight. “Noble           as the cause may be, it certainly hasn’t kept him from slumping around           like a stray mabari I’m afraid.”

[dalishheroine-blog]

           "You should have tried travelling with him during            the Blight. He rather perfected the dejected puppy            face," Liaren smiled fondly, "Our last conversation            didn't exactly end on the happiest note, even if he            understood the need to follow the lead we had as            quickly as possible."

[leofortis-blog]

                         ”I’m not sure the blame is entirely with her. The Wardens                                    were being manipulated, or so the reports I have read say                                    so.” That’s not to say he agrees with what they did. Far from                                    it, actually. “They were scared, but they could have handled                                    it better instead of running straight to the enemy.”

[dalishheroine-blog]

           "Yes, I did hear about Erimond," Lia nodded,            "The false Calling wasn't exactly something            any of us could have anticipated, and I don't            blame her for that. Though listening to the man            suggesting demon summoning and blood            magic was hardly the answer."

[hardlynxble]

"Perhaps some powdered elfroot and crystal grace, it’ll help take the gamey taste out." Wynne took a pinch of the powder substance and added it to the mixture the herb aroma rising from the heat. "I tried to focus mainly on my vegetable stew, though I must admit the smell was nothing like lamb."

[dalishheroine-blog]

      "I'm not so sure the texture was lamb either,"       Liaren laughed, scratching Lupa behind his       ear in the spot that made his stumpy tail       thump against the ground.

[dalishheroine-blog]

+ axquitas

      Kirkwall, Liaren had decided, was a decidedly miserable place. 

      More than a little worse for wear after running into two gangs of       thugs while trying to find the alienage – the Dalish part of her never       had become entirely used to finding her way around human cities –       and although she had dispatched them rather effectively, she had       earned herself what felt like a couple of broken ribs and a nasty cut       across her thigh. Perhaps fighting them on her own hadn’t been the       best idea. While she was sitting near the docks attempting to bandage       her leg, she’d overheard a couple of guards talking in hushed voices       about a healer in Darktown. Since she was mostly out of her healing       draughts, maybe the healer would be able to patch her up before she       sought out Merrill properly. Making her way into the Undercity was a       lot harder than she’d anticipated with pain flaring through her leg at       every step, but she found the small clinic eventually, a few patients       still lingering. Pausing in the doorway to lean against the frame and       gather her strength, Liaren’s eyes fell on a figure across the room and       she couldn’t help a small laugh as she recognised the healer.

      ”Well, this is a surprise.”

[delsinsfire]

Oh, how the times have changed…

[ceeyoutea]

kahlan amnell in every episode: denna (1.08)

[oathbonded]

                   ’ after i get the mental image out of my head, sure. ‘

[dalishheroine-blog]

      "Good. So long as you don't       think I've completely snapped." 

[overrunbyscots]

[oathbonded]

                ‘ i’ll say. ‘

[dalishheroine-blog]

           "If I solemnly swear to try and avoid shooting bandits             anywhere below the belt, are you going to still look at             me like I've lost my mind?"

[oathbonded]

                ‘ you could’ve not shot off his… you know… ‘

[dalishheroine-blog]

           "I'll stick to duel wielding next time then.             Archery never really was my strong suit."

[sanctumofjustice-blog]

"Liaren? Maker’s breath is that you? …You haven’t come to drag me back to Vigil’s Keep have you?"

[dalishheroine-blog]

          "Yeah, it's me. And no, I've got no intention of             dragging you anywhere. I always figured you              left for a reason, and I'm no templar. This just             happens to be a pleasant coincidence."

[dalishheroine-blog]

+ ofwittyoneliners

      She’d fully intended for her trip to Skyhold to be a brief one. Slipping into       the keep to talk to Grand Enchanter Fiona, in hopes that the other woman       could offer some insight into how she had been ‘cured’ of her Calling. Liaren       had planned the whole thing out in almost meticulous detail to ensure she       would go as unnoticed as the Hero of Ferelden could. The Inquisition was       growing stronger every day, and her own quest was something she needed       to see through. However, the Dalish woman had discovered the pilgrimage       to Skyhold had become infested with bandits of all kinds, hoping to prey on       those seeking the Inquisition’s protection. Taking on one such group, she       had managed to take a lightning spell to the head, her light travelling armour       not offering as much protection from magic as she would have liked. Liaren       had no idea how long she had been unconscious, but waking up in a warm       and comfortable bed within what she could only assume was the healing       room at Skyhold was distinctly preferable to the countless nights she’d spent       only lightly dozing wherever she could so as not to be caught off guard by       bandits or creatures. How she had arrived at the Inquisition stronghold was       another matter entirely. Carefully sitting up and swinging her legs out of the       bed, Lia hissed through her teeth as her head jolted painfully. Creators, she       didn’t think she’d had a headache that bad since defeating the Archdemon.

[dalishheroine-blog]

oathbonded:

                ‘ i can’t deny that it made me cringe! ‘

           "I could have let him attack us at camp later,                        if you'd have preferred." (Okay, maybe she's             just teasing him a little bit now).