A Dwarven Merc

Dragon Age Inquisition Roleplay Blog. Non-Inquisitor Dwarf. Currently does not have game icons.

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Mun notice

I haven’t been on here forever oops. I will be moving Thomek to my multimuse blog @beyondheros at some point. So all current threads will be stopped.

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Mun notice

I haven't been on here forever oops. I will be moving Thomek to my multimuse blog @beyondheros at some point. So all current threads will be stopped.

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Mum Notice

// Hi everybody I know I'm super inactive lately but that's because I've been coming up with new characters that I want to do. Cause I don't like just going one character. So I think at some point, I'll be moving Thomek to a multi muse blog that I have set up that goes by the URL of @beyondheros where I currently have two characters set up- one is not active as of yet because I need icons and transferring them from my PS4 to my memory stick takes so long. So yeah, just popping on her to say this and that I'll be over there for a little while tonight.

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Bohemian Rhapsody

"Is this the real life?"

"Is this just fantasy?"

"Open your eyes"

"Look up to the skies and see"

"I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy"

"Just killed a man"

"Pulled my trigger, now he's dead"

"Life had just begun but now I've gone and thrown it all away"

"Didn't mean to make you cry"

"If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on"

"Carry on as if nothing really matters"

"Too late, my time has come"

"I've got to go"

"Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth"

"I don't wanna die"

"I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all"

"I see a little silhouetto of a man"

"Will you let me go?"

"No, we will not let you go"

"Let him go!"

"So you think you can love me and leave me to die?"

"Nothing really matters to me"

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Anyone can find their soul mate now. A symbol unique in shape shows up on the wrist at age 18. Send "💘" for our muses to find out they have the same symbol and are soul mates.

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Semi Lurking

// Going to be reblogging some things and sending asks but I'm not going to be replying to anything tonight.

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Offline

// I'm so tired. Should be back again tomorrow.

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evora-eriu-mclaggen:

He did sound upset. Unless it was some good acting on his part, it seemed like a good call to pry. Farris quietly sighed with relief.

“I don’t mean to sound unfeeling, but it hardly seems to have taught you a lesson about snooping around. So what?” Farris shrugged at him, biting her lip. “You’ve made souvenirs out of those documents you’ve found? Were they in your house to begin with?”

“I found them on a dead body in Dirt Town. No snooping. Not much. And I put it in a drawer in my house where I forgot about it until 2 years later.” Thomek was beginning to sound a little defensive before he slumped slightly.

“I don't really care that I was exiled, not so much. I shamed my family’s name and stopped myself from ever returning to the Stone.”

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evora-eriu-mclaggen:

Leliana’s birds had a couple of blank pages about him. To fill them in on her own could make this cooperarion far more fruitful. Farris fell silent, hoping that he would delve deeper into the matter on his own. When he didn’t she urged him gently, hoping he’d disregard the fact she’s made him answer few questions too many already, and that perhaps he sought to share his story. Farris herself knew how much peace talking it out could bring.

“It wasn’t because of an unfortunate triangle, was it?”

He chuckled humourlessly and then shook his head.

“I found some paperwork that was signed with the signature of a dwarf named Behlen. It basically detailed a plot to kill the king at the time, King Aeducan, so that Behlen, who was the prince, could take the throne. And I chose to keep it quiet. A few years later, soldiers found the information in my house and I was accused of aiding and abetting. Now my family’s name is removed from history.”

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evora-eriu-mclaggen:

“Depends on what she’s doing, really. But it’s not up to me to decide”, she answered vaguely, but truthfully. If the elf is spilling Inquisition’s secrets she’ll be judged by the Inquisitor himself, who, no doubt, will follow Spymaster’s advice on this matter.

“Is there anything else you need to know before you start?”

“Why me? There’re many people experienced in this way of work, some better than me.”  He asked the question in sincerity before cracking out in a large grin.

“It’s because I’m a dwarf isn’t it? Easier to overlook.”

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37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

70 Horrible Questions... Fuck it

“Always better for forgive. Means you can remember what they’re capable of.”

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♟- one Muse spills something on the other

He wasn’t drunk. Maybe. Definitely tipsy at the very least. And even through the table leg is still in the same place it had been all night, Thomek could have sworn that it moved specifically to make him fall. It was the table’s fault that an entire pint of mead had been removed from his mug and landed on the Qunari who was now very wet.

“Uh… Sorry”

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The Tamassran didn’t go to the tavern in Skyhold often. In fact, she spent as little time there as possible. It was always crowded with drunken patrons, and often smelled quite foul at times. She had been working away at her notebook, documenting her day to make sure she had detailed records of her trip to the South when she returned North.

 She was about halfway through the sentence when the lukewarm contents of  dwarf’s drink were dumped on her. The liquid quickly soaked through her clothes, leaving the Qunari woman fuming.

“You should watch where you are going, bas.”

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“The table tripped me, I swear” Thomek began to tell his excuse, taking a couple of steps back so it would be easier to look at her completely. “It’s not the first time this has happened to me. First time with a gorgeous Qunari though.” He reached around his belt for his coin purse and opened it.

“I am sorry, though. I’m happy to give you money for new clothes if you need them. I know it sucks to sit in ale clothes.”

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“Well, this is awkward…” (Embarrassment Meme)

“Why do we wear pants?” Odd question, but rather a common one when coming from him. Careful considerations placed that few took seriously, though they should! If there was curious contemplations that hovered above, even toward those few activities people engaged without thinking, they should sit and think regardless. To determine why they fit a role. Why they stayed on trend. Where it would eventually take them.

A bit of a dramatic conclusion for a question about pants.

It wasn’t a simple inquiry normally posed between strangers, nor one that he should spend their valuable time considering!

“A protection of the dangly bits, but what about the head?” Some wore hats and helmets, but they weren’t everyday fashion tips employed while out on the run, performing duties. There were no helmeted figures in shops, bartering for their ware. Or out in the fields picking daisies.

“A restriction of motion, difficult to stretch. There may be choices more favorable, but will it be enough?”

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avoiceofcompassion:

“Cold…. as fuck?” Cole considered this turn of phrase very carefully, chewing on the nail of his thumb, batting around in mind what it could mean. 

It was what he was told to do, think through his problems, talk them out if his must. If it became necessary to work out the confusing knots that sometimes stopped his progress forward. It was better than delving too far down into their hearts, into why they had called for him to approached him in the first place, even if it was indirectly so. 

“The fire, the rage, the newly reborn hatred did not calm, but there was cold. So violently cold, a chill tingling, sweeping up through your chest, taking away comprehensible thought. Moaning, foaming, clawing. Your mind churned, drifting off into shadow, into a state you’d never known. It awakened into instincts you never knew you had.“ It didn’t matter that others could not hear what he did, he became distracted at the best of times. Some words triggered him to focus more intensely on any one idea at a time, but often, it happened at random.

“I think I understand. Dangly bits must be protected to preserve life.” That meant pants were even more valuable than he realized. How would the preservation of life be achieved without the proper equipment shielded from the rotten elements of the world?

“You’ve never talked to me before.” He felt the need to say. “I’m glad you came. I tried to come to you, but you ignored me. Or maybe you didn’t see me.”

Thomek listened to the boy, eyes widening in concern. Was this person sick in the head? He had met people like that before - people rocking back and forth and mumbling to themselves, a child in everything but body - and he was always wary around them. He never knew what he should say or do to help them.

“I’m always in my head, kid. Either that or I was not sober, in which case I can only see eye height because I never can be bothered to look up. So I’m sorry for ignoring you. And not remembering you/. I’m Thomek”

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evora-eriu-mclaggen:

“You will discuss your payment with the ambassador Montilyet tomorrow morning, dear sir. I’m just here to debrief you on the matter.” Shuffling through some of her unscrolled notes, Farris pulled out a small piece of paper with three words of instructions, and put it on the table between them. “Make sure to speak about it only with her. You will not meet with the Nightingale, nor the Inquisitor, nor any other authority in the fortress. If asked, act as if you’ve been commissioned to smuggle lyrium. Or something of the sort, I trust you will be creative. Dead men can’t be payed nor can they spend their earnings.”

“In the morning?” Thomek groaned, rubbing his face slowly. “Guess I shouldn’t have a good night drinking then. He smiled and chuckled at himself and then frowned slightly.

“If this Ava girl is doing something wrong, what will happen to her?”

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evora-eriu-mclaggen:

“Well… Sounds like it’s not that difficult to liven up the party down there. Was that the reason you left?” 

With a snap of the fingers over the railing Farris signaled for the maid to refil her drink. When that was done, the mage offered the pint to the dwarf. Said nothing about the elf ears she still saw above them, eavesdropping.

His smile dropped and he looked away.

“I didn’t... I didn’t choose to leave. I was exiled.” This wasn’t something that he usually shared with people. It was a deeply personal matter, but he knew that if she asked, he would say. And just have faith in her to not share the information around.

Thomek hesitated before accepting the pint, drinking several mouthfuls in one go. “’Officially’ I have never been in Orzammar.”

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travelersofthedas:

Helena nodded, wrapping a cloth around her face in a similar manner, “Name’s Helena Boswell,” she murmured, “Hopefully those ‘Vints don’t know anything that can block it… I’d hate to have to shed blood, no matter how evil these bastards are,”

Thomek claimed through the window and started shooting arrows, double checking each target before letting them loose. It wasn’t long until most people were down, the air still filled with the gas and people coughing weakly as they finally passed out.

Just then, there was a lot of yelling coming from the stairs and Thomek couldn’t help but groan softly.

“Backup coming, be prepared.”

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//I KNOW I’VE BEEN GONE FOR A WHILE

but work was kicking my ass.