k e e p e r of secrets

[natanvance]

Slope

[samahll-deactivated20180728]

  just about every night he could manage, Zahir would sneak away from the slave quarters within June’s confines and into that of Dirthamen’s temple. this was done so often that he was beginning to doubt that the gods themselves even cared that this was even taking place ( surely one of the High Keepers would have said something by now ). a bond between cousins that Zahir and Eilruana had shown while, at the same time, reaffirming their loyalty to the gods seemed to be a good combo in allowing such antics, possibly. Zahir could only begin to assume, yet he did not even think he would have walked straight into the god himself on his way to see Eilruana – being so careful can make one become careless at times. well, it certainly was one way to stop someone’s heart for a couple beats. “ — uh, hm… oh.” was all he said as he scrambled back and bowed. what to do, lie? yes, lying to someone who knows all secrets, brilliant idea. “just here for a stroll…” a small cringe to his features. “no, that’s not true. i’m not running away – just seeing someone. you know how it is, slow night and everything.” / @eolaselan . sc

[eolaselan-blog]

  Should it be considered bizarre: the lack of annoyance he felt at spotting that vallaslin wandering freely about. Freely, the word even in his mind brought a light chuckle to his lips. Still -- the matter of how this elf had once more managed to squirm his way into Dirthamen's halls was curious. Certainly June would squeeze a bit tighter to his servants after what transpired. Falon'din easily snagging more from June than any other; the other god far too relaxed in most cases. This being one of those cases, it so seemed.

  Hands remained in their place behind his back; firmly clasped together. Those eyes - eyes that seemed to never bear any change in coloration. Gave no hint of light, no sparkle or twinkle. How they turned down to the smaller elf; bore into him. Seeking any and all weakness that might now emanate from his person. Though he knew it'd be rather useless with someone such as this one. He could not recall the name, but, the voice felt familar. One of the odd ones.

      " Ah. So you took a stroll in another god's halls? " Patiently, he allowed the elf to correct the futile effort in lying to him. Smallest trace of a smile on his lips. " Is June aware you are missing? "

[eolaselan-blog]

nimia:

               ❝ There are some who suspect Shartan was her lover,  yes, ❞  and yes,  she  is  aware how ridiculous this may sound to someone who does not believe,  ❝ but there’s no real basis for it.  Maferath was jealous because he was second to the  Maker  in Andraste’s eyes,  and he betrayed her for  land.  He was killed by his own sons,  in the end. ❞

  The grunt he gave was quite the noncommittal response. So often did creatures of lower intellect strive to create these sort of ideals. Fanciful tales meant to usher their young ones into a correct state of mind. Obedient, subservient and brain washed. Without ever realizing they were. A similar tactic he supposed the Pantheon had been guilty of. " And at what point in all their adventures did the Maker step forth and proclaim elves inferior? I did not know deities were capable of writing. " One calloused hand waved itself in the air -- brushing off any rebuttle that might come to such vandalizing words. " Infrastructures house their gods. And within this housing they create their gods image. The image of the Maker - portrayed so diligently by the Chantry - is one of exclusion. It is one of bias and contempt and a futile attempt of rapport. More wars are fought in the name of false idols than that of the creations they so lovingly placed. Now, why place faith in something so futile? "

  The grin that came seemed almost wicked; knowing of things that had once been. Of perhaps biased, one sided truths.

[mxdam-a]

the fact that i write a villain or disliked character is not an opportunity for you to work out your hatred of them in writing with me. i’m not interested in writing with you if you’re only interested in jerking yourself off over how much you hate my character. it is boring, frustrating, and demoralizing. i’m not your hate-fleshlight. don’t use me to wank.

[eolaselan-blog]

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[nesuferat-deactivated20190716]

i saw someone post this on my dash a little while ago, and i wanted to reiterate it on my own blog:

if you ever see me writing with someone who did something shitty and toxic to you individually or to a community at large, feel free to let me know that the person in question is a shithead so i can promptly stop interacting with them, and you no longer have to see them on your dash. especially after recent events, with so many people in the RPC being exposed for their racist and generally fucked up behavior.

[bokugairu-blog]

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the other said love is cursed by monogamy 

[its-caesar-bitch]

self care is declaring yourself dictator for life and then becoming a god after getting stabbed 23 times

[themusewhomuses]

                                           This is my KINGDOM                                            You play by MY RULES

[eolaselan-blog]

friendly reminder that dirthamen basically named his crazy dragon killing monster 'daddy long legs'. what a nerd

I mean this is a face only a father could love. And since you mention it!!!!! It does share physical similarities in ways with a daddy long leg spider. I mean, daddy long legs have notoriously potent venom ( supposedly ) but their mouths are so small they prove no actual threat. And while the Varterral’s mouth has a larger, more unhinged jaw, its physical presence matches almost perfectly to a harvestman spider. Also lovingly known as a daddy long legs. 

It is pretty likely that he perhaps saw a daddy long legs ( as I think that a lot of the creatures we have in this world did exist in DA I mean? If there’s big spiders there’s gotta be the little ones too, ya feel? ) and went “hey this’ll fix things.” Inspiration from nature would match his MO pretty flawlessly for things. 

@acxlyte

[eolaselan-blog]

The tale that he created the Varterral to protect a town he liked, at first glance, makes you think that he's not a complete asshole. And I mean that's true. I don't think Dirthamen actively was set on destroying everyone and everything; but he certainly was an advantageous guy. He clearly saw a benefit in rescuing this place for his own means. Rescuing them from destruction because it just so happened to be a place he adored. How many other villages were beset with monsters and problems that he did not rescue because they weren't important to him?

PLUS by rescuing this village, would they not then adore him above all others? I dunno man, I think he created that Varterral for his own gain at the end of the day.

[eolaselan-blog]

@gorewrought gave tribute

      " I don't call this destruction. " Amelan's lips puckered briefly as eyes scanned the numerous templars that mingled - uneasily - with the mages within Skyhold. Often did he find himself wandering about the battlements. So often did they find themselves want of company. But now, well, the Champion opted to tuck away above. Couldn't blame her, in all honesty. Their conversation had begun briefly enough; naturally turning toward the mage-templar conflict. And its 'destruction'. " From how everyone makes it sound, it was inevitable. " A chuckle occured then, followed by a rather smug lopsided smile. " Besides, humans seem to love killing one another. I say let them do what they are best at. "

  He looked to the woman then, that smile remaining as he gave a tilt of his head. " Your person excluded, I am certain. "

[eolaselan-blog]

@arsuledin paid tribute

      " There is but one question that plagues me, Solas. " As the pair walked the darkened halls - dark eyes cast upward to the stars that shimmered above. Bright and dazzling. They were few; architecture blocking their gaze to the world below. To the machinations of the elves that resided upon this world. Just how he chose to keep it. There should be no one but he who harbored more secrets. Not even the stars could know all, could they?

  Hand clasped over his wrist. His thumb tapping absently in place; in rhythm with his own thoughts. " How it is that all others seem to harbor some ill will towards my brother, and I cannot fathom doing such. " Though his tone was dry - betraying no genuine emotion behind it - there was a pull at his lips. The corners tugging into a coy smile, eyes shining briefly. It was meant as a jest; things had soured recently with Falon'din. His ego encompassing far too much of Arlathan for the others' taste.

      " Perhaps it was a ruse? An elaborate one meant to set up a family gathering. "

[lanaliin-archive-deactivated201]

                 having  a  soft  heart  in  a  c r u e l  world

                                                                            is  COURAGE  not  weakness

adored  by  sen.

[eolaselan-blog]

@lanaliin paid tribute

      " THAT is precisely the issue; everyone takes themselves far too seriously. "

  The engrossed look that coated his features did not match the rather snide remark he’d made. One ankle propped up atop his other knee as he watched the others babble on and on and on and on. Did they ever stop? No. Seemed all humans were capable of doing was screaming at each other. Dead set on proving each other wrong in this precise moment rather than solving any problems that might have begun to unwravel.

  Dark eyes began to inspect his nail bed; as though that were a thing more important than the very future of the world they lived in. It was not his world — why give a shit? Especially the fate of Orlais. " Inquisitor, I doubt you truly wish to hear my opinion on any of this whatever you wish to call it. "

[eolaselan-blog]

nimia

         ❝ – Andraste did burn,  yes,  and by Tevinter hand.  But she was first  betrayed  by her husband,  Maferath.  He was… a rather  jealous  man. ❞

      " Her husband...? This seems more akin to one of those tales of lovers betrayed now. Next I shall here that she by chance had an elven lover close by her side. Was it jealousy brought by that or his incompetence? "

[kniveslookbooks]

there’s nothing more satisfying than the sound of hitting someone solid in the fucking jaw.