Marquis of Alyons

Indie RP-blog for the Marquis of Alyons a.k.a. "His Dour Lordship" from the text-based Dragon Age browser-game "The Last Court" || Please read Rules and About before interacting ||this is a side-blog, so no folow-backs || written by Kai-mun

[abcwreckme]

hey. can people who write characters over 25/30 reblog this (and i mean like… actually actively write them or want to write them)? also people who don’t use the stereotypical tumblr fcs you see all over the tags (such as w/e celebs are popular at the moment, or fcs that look like they are underaged, etc). i really need to find more of you.

[dealyons]

unexpected support

[dealyons]

Maria.

“Well, hello to you too…”

While she wasn’t unaccustomed to having people barge in on her work at random, they usually had the decency to give a greeting before making stupid demands.

Her eyes fell to the trunk, looking it over before she stood and cleared some space on the table. “That is a rather nice idea. Though I might advise him not to tell them *where* we got these, if any of them truly are elvhen. Dalish are quite picky about how their artifacts are found.”

Maria came closer to the trunk, hiding the itch to open it up and look inside. Hopefully she’d be able to take notes on what she found before passing it along… “I’m sure we can use at least a few for that purpose. What would you have me do with those I find are not elvhen?”

Pulling a chunky key from the pocket of his vest, Alphons carefully knelt down by his chest and opened the lock with a satisfying click. Pulling back the lid, he presented Maria with the chest full of various trinkets and artifacts of different sizes, all carefully wrapped in soft cloth.

Standing up again, he placed the key on her desk, before idly brushing the dust from his knees.

His first impulse was to tell her to throw the useless items away, but he realized this could be perceived as a weakness born from sentiment. So, instead he made a vague gesture towards his chest.

"Just put them back in there, I'll send someone to pick up the rest, once you're done with your examination. Please be thorough. I do not wish to have my servants upturned my chateau for nothing."

[brother-sebastian-vael]

OWD Summary

Alright, I finally finished my offline writing day. I finished a total of 18 replies. Which will be queued on their respective blogs to post on reply per day, starting tomorrow. Here’s a little breakdown, of how many replies are to be expected on which blog:

@brother-sebastian-vael: 3

@absolutionandscars: 1

@dirthara-an: 3

@filii-tevinter: 3

@dealyons: 3

@blarg-the-ghast: 3

@sammoedr: 1

@lioness-to-cow: 1

If you’ve been waiting on a reply for a specific thread and it is not among these queued replies, it means, I have lost your reply. Just contact me and sent me the link to your last reply. So that I can save it in my drafts and work on a reply, when I got some time for it. Now I will konk out for the night.

[brother-sebastian-vael]

IMPORTANT: Do I owe you a thread?

To make a considerable dent in my drafts again, I plan on scheduling tomorrow, Friday, 19th as an “offline writing day”. Those who know me longer, already know what that’s about. So they can skip the next paragraph and just read the last part. Everybody else get a brief explanation now.

An offline writing day, aka #OWD is when I cut off any internet-communication (that includes disc*rd and IM) and only focus on writing replies for my drafted threads for a preset amount of time (usually 6-8hrs). That usually assures that I get up to 30+ thread-replies done in one day and therefore is a good way for me, to clear out backlog. The replies don’t get posted immediately but set up in a queue, that starts posting the next day. Which is a measurement to avoid getting overwhelmed with reply-spam again.

This #OWD includes all my muses. So I will reblog this post on all my blogs now. In order to speed up the process and not waste time on having to dig through my activity-feed I request your help. Pls send me via IM, or submit, or ask the link to your own last reply, where I’m owing the next reply. Thank you!!!

[andsoimuse-moved-blog]

i   was    so    used to     being    alone because i thought i     had     to      be

                                 … but then you came along 

[ye-lost-bard]

The sun and the sea

If you wander the Fade, you might stumble into a landscape that does look like directly out of a dream. With a bit of knowledge you might recognize the area. The meadow, fields and hills and the chateau there. There is a strange kind of twilight hanging over the area. Neither dusk nor dawn and with how the Fade is, everything is brighter, clearer than life and softer at the same time. You might question if it is really only a dream, because there is a coastline where none should be and a cliff, falling down short of the chateau with the waves breaking on the shore. But then you realise it has to be a bit more than a simple dream. Because it wasn’t the sinking sun that tinted the horizon in the light of dying embers. There isn’t exactly silence, with birds singing, the sound of the ocean and the wind in the trees, Just that the high, bright neigh makes it feel like that. And then fires breaks over the sky as a horse comes dashing from beyond the hills. At least it looks like a horse, and the being is bringing the fire, being it himself. Mane and tail of flickering flames, cloven hooves white hot iron that sears prints into the ground and a body  like coal and burnt wood. The horn is ashen, the colour when the fire has died and everything left is soot and ashes. But the eyes are a warm brown that promise no harm, just glancing at you as the being  gallops close to you, running for the shoreline. And at the neigh the sea has turned rough, waves rolling higher, swallowing the strip of beach and  crashing loudly against the cliff, that close to  touching the chateau on top of them. When the unicorn has come close to the cliff, there is another call. A yearning whiney as the fabled being raises to his hindlegs, stomping down impatiently before the being  rushes down the narrow path to get closer to the agitated sea. There the horned horse calls again, challenging, running along the  beach so close to the water that  steam is rising from the sand where the hooves touch the drenched ground. And than a waves rises from the ocean, greater than those before, massive enough that it might swallow the cliff and  the chateau on top. But the fiery being only stands waiting while the wave thunders, rolling closer, until it’s so close that the unicorn raises to his hindlegs again, calling out in a similiar thundering voice the wave carries with it. And while there is a being of sun and fire rearing on the beach, the wave cold and of an iron dark blue, breaking and enclosing the unicorn, the sky turns to night. Moon and stars blinking and illuminating the scenery with a soft light. The sea is calm again, and while now the unicorn is a calmly burning hearthfire instead of the sun, the wave has left behind a bull with the colours of the stormy nightly waters. Only a star shaped scar is left of the horn, but it doesn’t look as if the unicorn is caring for that kind of sacrifice, forehead pressed against  the one of the bull, nothing hindering the exchange of affections. And then they are running off together, first along the shore and crossing over to the neverending pasture once the cliff has evened out to sea level. You do envy them a bit, the playfull unicorn, basically running circles around the bull, sometimes bumping the being gently with his head, but also letting the bull catch him and push back, neighing happily while the bull huffs. You are not sure what you have seen or dreamt, but what you take with you into the waking world is a deep, settling feeling of love.

[dealyons]

His grandfather’s sword

[dealyons]

Dagna.

“I’ll take this one, Harrit!” Dagna chirped happily, bounding over from her work station.

The smith, Harrit, let out a small grunt of a laugh and went back to his work. If you had told him a year ago that he’d be sharing space with an excitable, enchanting dwarf, he’d laugh himself to tears. Dagna was a strange sort, but very friendly and harmless…well….mostly harmless.

“I’m Dagna, official Arcanist to the Inquisition! Ooh it still gives me shivers to say it. Nice to meet you! What can I do for you today? A little enchanting perhaps?”

The urge to take a step back, when that excited dwarf came running towards him, was huge. But His Dour Lordship successfully resisted it. Instead he opted to hold the sword like a convenient barrier between them.

"More like a professional assessment", he introduced the purpose of his visit first, before nodding in a subtle bow.

"Alphons, Marquis of Alyons. A pleasure Madmoiselle Dagna."

His sentences were short and crisp, his voice sounding somewhere on the edge between bored and vaguely intrigued and his accent was only barely recognizable as Orlaisian. Clearly, this man was not a chatty one.

"This sword has been part of the d'Alyons armory for many generations now. My father used to brag about it having had magical properties in the past. Yet, as you can see, he did not deem it valuable enough to treat it well. I wish to know the truth behind his words. And if it did have magical properties, I would like for it to be restored, as well, as you manage. If it is plain, however, you may do away with it, as you please."

[lioness-to-cow]

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[dealyons]

His grandfather’s sword

 @arcanistdagnarp  💖‘d this

His Dour Lordship stood at the entrance of the smithy, looking - for lack of a better word - a little lost. in his hand, he held what appeared to be the most pitiful sword in existence.

It was of a rather plain appearance, the blade rusty and covered in so many nicks, it could second as a saw blade. Yet, despite it's appearance, the man held onto it, as if it was of incredible value still.

"I was told... I'd find a smith here, who is well-versed in weapons with a touch of... ahem... magic?"

[dealyons]

unexpected support

@athlan-lansila  💖‘d this

"I was being told, that you are capable of recognizing elvhen artifacts."

His Dour Lordship approached her desk without wasting time on introductions. Four servants carrying a heavy looking trunk between them followed in his tow. The relieve on their faces was quite obvious, when he gestured for them to put it down by her desk.

"The Inquisitor seems to be eager to solidify alliances with the Dalish for whatever that will be worth. So I had my servants search the chateau back in Alyons for artifacts, that do not appear typically human. I trust you will be able to tell which of them is typically elvhen. Consider those a gift of Alyons to the Inquisition. Maybe your Inquisitor can use some of them as tokens of good will, later."

[dealyons]

His Dour Lordship’s reaction to...

Somebody complementing His Dour Lordship’s looks:

@ye-lost-bard complementing His Dour Lordship’s looks:

[dealyons]

“What about my appearance makes all these young ladies assume, that I am willing to ‘chat’?              Is it my turned back?                      My dour expression? Or maybe it’s the subtle eyeroll I do whenever I get purposefully                                                       approached by yet another one?

Do I have to spell it out for you?              Attempt another language?                     How do you say ‘I’m not interested’ in ancient elvhen?”

[ye-lost-bard]

It’s the beard, darling. That went from nice to  oh dear godess, please yes!

No matter the level of grumpiness, nothing can defeat that beard-appeal.

[dealyons]

“...”

[dealyons]

"What about my appearance makes all these young ladies assume, that I am willing to 'chat'?              Is it my turned back?                      My dour expression? Or maybe it's the subtle eyeroll I do whenever I get purposefully                                                       approached by yet another one?

Do I have to spell it out for you?              Attempt another language?                     How do you say 'I'm not interested' in ancient elvhen?"

[recyclmeme]

Summoned to Another World Starters

From those who were summoned, to those who did the summoning, and the people in between. Great for cross overs or AUs! Feel free to adjust things as needed to fit your character’s voice. 

“Where… Am I?”

“And I dreaming?”

“This is a different world… Right?”

“Looks like I’m not in Kansas any more…”

“I don’t know where I am! One moment i was at ( location ) and then the next thing I know I’m here! What is going on?!”

“But what about my friends, my family my home?!”

“I want to go back! Send me home!”

“I’m not a hero.”

“This place has nothing to do with me.”

“Is that magic?! Real magic?!”

“Is this even edible…?”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to eat that.”

“I’ve never touched a weapon in my life!”

“I’m just an ordinary person…”

“Thank you! For you help that is… I’d be lost with out it.”

“Excuse me, can you tell me how far is it to ( city/country name )?”

“Wait… You mean there’s no cars? No planes? No trains?! No television?! How do you people live?!”

“It worked! It finally worked!”

“Please save us brave heroes!”

“Well… That wasn’t supposed to happen…”

“Welcome traveller to the world of ( name here )!”

“I’m sure you’re taken aback by your circumstances, but time is short here! We need your help!”

“We summoned you here using magic to save our race! Once you’ve defeated the Demon King you can return to your original world.”

“Your  home is here with us now.”

“If you’re not a hero then what are you!?”

“What do you mean you won’t help us?!”

“If my fault you’re here, so I’ll help you out until I can get you home.”

“I’ll do everything I can to get you back home, I promise!”

“We’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

“Are you alright?”

“You’re not from around here are you.”

“Your clothes are awfully odd…”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got your back.”

“Hmmmm, it seems like you hiding a pretty big secret but… That’s fine isn’t it? Everyone has things they don’t want to talk about.”

“how about this! You tell me about where you’re from, and I’ll teach you about living here. It’s a fair exchange right?”

“You’re from another world?!”

“Can you tell me what it’s like? Your homeland.”

“Here, use this to protect yourself.”

[reveriiea]

     The most  𝒆 𝒇 𝒇 𝒊 𝒄 𝒊 𝒆 𝒏 𝒕  way to  𝐥 𝐨 𝐬 𝐞  in a fight                                 is to  𝐚 𝐜 𝐭  without  𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈  your enemy.

[dealyons]

Starter Call

Like this post for a Starter of varying length.

If your muse is on a side-blog, or  multimuse-blog reply to this post with your muse’s name and url.

[thequotejournals]

Just because two people don’t wind up spending their entire lives together doesn’t mean their relationship was a failure.

Ted Michael, Crash Test Love (via emperoroforlais)