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Fen'Harel, of Elvhenan xxxx Independent Dragon Age RP Blog xxxx Written by Ludovica

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//HELLO I still exist! Stuff’s been a bit stressful (and I totally changed my sleep schedule YES finally), but I’m going to return soon <3 Love you all!

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//Alright, tonight doesn’t seem to be an rp night for me, so I’ll hang around on my twitter account and work on some personal projects :) 

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"Removing a sickness does not kill the body, and yet you reduced our people to a withered corpse. Do not speak to me as though you have any reason to be proud of your actions, the rash judgement of someone whose wisdom was clouded by their intellect. You slashed the throat of our nation the moment you took us away from them."

"No, I am not proud of what I have done in desperation, what I felt needed to be done to save our race from obliteration. But you might be well-advised to remember that my desperation had a reason, and that I would never have had to do what I have done if I would have been able to trust you and your children that you would not destroy our world in the end. I might have done wrong, but so have you - and our people are still alive. As long as the Elves walk on this earth, Elvhenan can be rebuild."

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leofortis

He had heard a lot about the commander in the few days he had been at Skyhold, as was rather natural. Gossip came as natural to kitchen as mice did, and the leaders of an organization such as the Inquisition were bound to attract the curiosity of the little people. The first thing everybody told about him, of course, was that he had been a Templar, and that he had served at the Circle in which the Mage rebellion had started.

Now, the whole issue with the Circles was still strange for him, and so was the whole concept of Templars - let alone lyrium. But the Commander seemed an interesting person, and as usual, Fen'Harel's curiosity got the better of him, and he arranged to be assigned to the Commander's quarters.

Which, as it turned out when he knocked and walked into the Commander's office for the first time, looked worse than quite a few ruins he had seen before he had come to Skyhold.

"Uhm... Commander?" he asked the man sitting behind his desk. "I... I've been assigned to look after your quarters... Pardon the question, but did somebody burgle you?"

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thxwarden

It was just an amulet. A piece of gold and jewels that had been lying in this same temple for the last, what, ten thousand years? It should have been so easy to get it, so easy to just walk into that temple, disable the protective spells that kept the amulet save, grab the blasted thing and walk out again. But no, of course nothing worked out as he had planned. Of course when he had arrived at the temple, a completely lonely, completely abandoned ruin that had not been visited by anything else than deer and spiders in centuries, he had just been hours too late

At first he had contemplated just attacking the woman who had found the amulet. Just hit her over the head and run with the artifact. But then she had used the Power to move some debris aside and to kill some spiders, and he had noticed that she was an elf - and he had decided that there might be a better way to get what he wanted.

He stepped out of the shadow of a temple just when the woman came out through the gate. He walked towards her, slowly, until she heard his steps and turned - then he stood, half a smile on his face as he looked the woman over.

"You found something in there, didn't you? Do you know what it is?"

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Unforgiveness

Evangeline lived on an extravagant Gothic-style mansion, a peculiarity of The Tevinter Imperium: while in Orlais the buildings were bright, colorful, the Imperium held a heavy atmosphere, the buildings were tall and dark, almost like dark creatures that attempted to reach the sky, but were denied. 

She enjoyed Tevinter’s mood, nevertheless. She felt at ease there, the darkness being part of her own being. 

The Magister sat on her armchair - that resembled a throne - by the fireplace. She was reading a book about abominations - although the registers about the theme seemed to be quite precarious. At least there was nothing that would help her with what she craved to know. 

One of her slaves - many people preferred to call them servants. However, Evangeline called them slaves, for it was what they are, after all. - entered the room. It was an elf called Mahiriel, if she wasn’t mistaken. The slave called her with her voice stuttering in fear, announcing that she had a guest. Mahiriel knew Evangeline would get furious when interrupted while she was studying. 

"How dare you interrupt your Master, slave?” She placed her book on her lap and shoot a glare at the elf. The woman seemed deadly by nature, but she could be scarier if she wanted to. 

"M-Magister Souled is o-outside. H-he has a… gift.” The elf flinched, hoping her explanation would be enough for her Master to spare her life. 

"A gift, huh?” Evangeline’s tone changed, as had her facial expression. She was smirking now. Magister Souled was a powerful mage, but he made the mistake of trying to control Evangeline, believing he could make some kind of blood magic to have her as his puppet on future decision-makings. One of the benefits of having a demon inside, is that it can tell you when people are trying to use something against you. 

Evangeline was decided to kill the man, but first she would meet him just to see his frightened expression, claiming for mercy and forgiveness. 

"He may come in.” She motioned the elf to leave and waited patiently for the man to join her, wondering what kind of gift he had for her. The book remained on her lap, but now her chin was resting on her hand. 

As she watched him come in, she noticed he brought an elf along. A slave, for sure. It raised Evangeline’s interest. 

"Oh, Magister Souled. What a pleasure. Welcome to my lair.” The wicked smirk never left her lips. She heard what he had to say, and his profound apologies. He said that the elf he had brought along was his best, and it was a gift for her. Despite being very poor dressed, the elf was good looking. He could make a good sex slave, although there was something about him that was unsettling, like he had a aura that emanated power. It seemed very unlikely, and Evangeline blamed her misjudgment on the uncontrollably blood-thirst she felt at that moment. 

"I accept your gift and you apologies, Magister Souled. You are most humble and generous.” Evangeline finally abandoned her throne, getting up and placing the book on the seat, before she turned to the mage again, walking calmly towards him. Her steps were light, but it felt like a predator circling its pray, a voracious smile upon her lips. 

She approached him, ignoring the elf. She would deal with him later. “However you must understand that you offended me, and I am not as praiseworthy as you. I hope you comprehend that I can not forgive you entirely.” Evangeline whispered those last words as she held him close, a hand resting on the back of his head, and the other on his back. As he gasped in surprise and tried to thrash around and get rid of her grip, she invoked an energy sword, piercing it through his heart.

"Farewell, my friend. You served me well.” She placed him gently on the ground and turned to the elf. "I’ve got a feeling that I am going to enjoy having you around, pet.” 

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His plan had not quite worked out as smoothly up to now as Fen'Harel would have hoped. Yes, he had managed to get himself sold into Tevinter - that hadn't exactly been the hardest part of his plan, either - and he had even managed to be sold to a member of the senate, but as it had turned out, the magister he had been sold to did not have access to any magical artifacts that would have been of use for him. So he had to find a way to find another master - and by gently manipulating his master's memories, dreams, and waking thoughts (the last one less by magic than more by gentle suggestion), he had managed to make his master choose him as a peace offering to one of his biggest enemies.

Which, as it turned out, did not quite have the effect his old master might have desired.

Fen'Harel had managed to keep his surprised expression in check when the woman had skewered Souled with her energy sword. He had kept his gaze on the ground up to that moment, as would have been expected by a slave in a situation as this, so he had not had any opportunity to take a closer look at the woman, but when she did address him, he cast her a quick glance before he bowed before her, stepping gingerly out of the way of the blood puddle that was starting to spread on the floor and threatened to soak his shoes.

"Thank you, Mistress."

He'd have to be careful around that woman. Somebody who just killed magisters like that would likely have little qualms to kill a slave just as easily. And there was something about the air she carried - something about the look in her eyes... The veil seemed to be inconsistent, instable around her. He would have to take a closer look at that tonight, but for now, he mainly had to try and appear harmless.

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A Tale of Two Wolves

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Fenris was getting better at this.

Alone though he was, he’d figured out a system that worked for him, and the slavers never saw it coming. They expected large groups attacking them, Templars or city guards or some other force. They’d expected Hawke’s group at times, but that was in the past. 

They didn’t expect him.

With Danarius dead, there was no one left to seek him, and make sure that his description was passed among the slavers to that anyone knew to capture the elf with lyrium-enhanced strength. 

They died like dogs. 

Covered in blood though he was, he wrenched open the door to the carriage with his sword at the ready to see if any of the guards were left. Seeing that there were none, he started to wrench the chains from the wall with his hands- the lyrium casting a blue glow on the walls as he called upon its power. 

"There now. They’re gone. You are free."  

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He had no idea what was going on outside of the card, just that it involved the cries of the slavers and the noise of weapons hitting armor - and then weapons hitting flesh. The slaves around him cried or screamed or sat still with mortal fear written all over their features, until the din outside had finally stopped - and the door of the carriage opened to admit a blood-spattered warrior inside.

The other slaves appeared to be confused at first - then, when he tore out their chains and told them that they were free, more of them began to cry, though few of them waited to thank their liberator before they made haste to get out of the carriage. Fen'Harel, of course, was one of the few to frown instead of bursting into tears. The others who reacted similarly seemed to feel as if this turn of events was too good to be true, but for him, his whole plan was in jeopardy because of -

Wait a second.

Where the tattoos of that man glowing?

The warrior walked towards him and solved his chains as well. As he came into proximity, a strange sort of energy made Fen'Harel's skin crawl, and he frowned up to the man while he pulled his still shackled, but no more fixed hands to the front of his body.

"Who are you?"

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It was in the top of one such tree that Eda had perched herself.  Her large, furry companion had been absent for the last week.  It wasn’t unheard of for the bear to wander off for extended periods of time, and this deep in the woods it didn’t matter too much.  Still, she did like to play it safe.  Thus she’d been sticking to the trees, lounging in the high limbs instead of keeping to the forest floor.  It was so much easier to pass unnoticed.

Of course, this left her at the distinct disadvantage of not always knowing what was going on below her. 

She’d spent most of the morning making more arrows.  Her supplies were running low and the last thing she wanted to do was have to track down the Dalish to get new ones.  She was whittling a new shaft, humming softly, her mind elsewhere.  A quiver was precariously balanced at her side; probably not the safest place but it made it easier for her automated movements.  Whittle. Feltch.  Whittle.  Feltch.  Whittle.

"ACHOO!"

The sneeze caught her by surprise.  Her body jerked, knee knocking the quiver from its perch to topple to the ground below.  Eda cursed, quickly looking to see where it would land.  It was only then that she noticed the man walking below her. 

"Oi! Watch it!" She yelled down. The last thing she needed was someone to be pissed at her cause a quiver fell on their head.

Quickly she slung her bow and pack over her shoulders before slipping between the branches, flipping and climbing down them effortlessly. She dropped from the lowest branches before him, looking at least a little apologetic as she moved to collect the arrows.

"Sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t see ya down here. Can’t say I was exactly expecting anyone to be walking ‘round in the middle of the woods, ya know? Used to seeing more nugs than people."

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Obviously he hadn't been paying too much attention to what was going on in the crowns of the trees. Otherwise he was rather sure that he would have noticed that he wasn't alone in this part of the forest - or, well, that he was in the company of another elf. You were never alone in this sort of environment, after all, even if most animals chose to stay in hiding.

The first thing that startled him - and understandably so - was the sudden sneeze. You didn't expect to hear a sneeze of such volume when you walked a seemingly lonely forest. But the fact that he was startled by that noise soon turned out extremely fortunate for him - because his surprise caused his head to whip back, which again was the reason why he saw the quiver falling towards him even before a voice shouted down for him to watch out. He just so managed to jump back about two feet, before the quiver hit the ground right in front of him.

"Mother of a firespitting caudate!" he swore, his eyes darting back to the woman who'd been calling down to him and who was now climbing down the tree. He took a deep breath to calm himself - he wasn't necessarily easily startled by nature, but a quiver falling from the sky had a certain tendency to make your heart race.

"Is there any reason why you're throwing your weaponry from the trees? I thought people kept quivers to store arrows that you can shoot at people, not to shoot the quivers at people..."

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   Words from beyond the wooden door drag her attentions from the book resting in her lap. Her meetings with the members of the Inquisition had been limited thus far, the Warden mage not having been among them very long, but the voice did not sound familiar to her. Thus the book was left abandoned, attentions instead toward the guest who called for her.

   Bright eyes meet those of the elf who stood in her doorway, curiosity shown within them. By implications, Nanna could only assume he was a servant in Skyhold. She hadn’t thought there would be many, if any, servants in the Inquisitions halls, but she supposes a place as large and busy as Skyhold needed help being tended to. Though there was a distinct look to him that set him somewhat different than many servants she had encountered; back straighter, eyes sharper, voice level when he addressed her. 

    “Oh — well, it is nice to meet you,” she answers politely, though still with a questioning look as cropped curls tip to the side. “My apologies, Finn, but you were ‘assigned’ here? I was not aware there would be anyone tending the rooms.”

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He bowed slightly when Lady Amell opened the door, though he raised his eyebrows at her words. An easy smile appeared on his face as he entered, just a few steps, to look around the room for a second, taking in the tasks that would have to be done.

"Excuse my forwardness, my lady, but I doubt you'd want to clean your windows, or sweep your floors on your won? That'd definitely not be befitting of somebody of your station, my lady, and just imagine the waste of your time it would be, too. You will also need somebody to get things from the kitchen or wherever else for you, and it's easier if I'm already around a few times during the day, so you won't have to wait for a servant to respond to a call every time."

He looked at her again, tilting his head slightly in a gesture of respect.

"I don't mean to insult you, but our sorts don't take extremely well to having noble folk down in the kitchens." Some things would never change, not in ten thousand years - and one of those were that menial workers liked to have their own little places, their own havens, and the kitchens had always been the most important of those.

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              Cautious gaze studied the man before him. The researchers never used               such a title when they spoke to him—probably in fear that it would be               taken for accidental rudeness. Though, alas, his presence did make him               curious. If this Elf wasn’t allied with the Inquisition, then just who was he?

              Now standing tall, shoulders broad and hands placed behind his back,               Abelas directed his main focus on the guest of the Temple. If an enemy               he became, the guardian mentally prepped himself for an ambush. Though               ally? He’d have to see about that.

❛I was brought into this world not but a few decades—maybe more after their collapse. I was still young when Arlathan was great. Why do you ask, lethallin?❜

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So the sentinel would not recognize the magic Fen'Harel wielded. He had not thought it likely that even one of thsoe who had lived through the age of the Gods would be able to recognize his physical form, after the pains he had taken to stay as anonymous to the Elvhen as possible outside of their dreams, but there had been a risk that his energy - his power - would give him away to one who had experienced it before.

Yet this place had a power of its own. It was as obvious as the scent of resin in the air, as clear as the voices of the birds dwelling in the forest. This place had held magic, powerful magic, for a long time, even though he could not say if it had now been destroyed, taken, or had simply evaporated like so much dew in the morning sun.

He walked over to one of the walls of the temple, just a few steps, and reached his hand out, touching the stone with just his fingertips. The magic was still tangible, if only in traces. His eyes found the sentinel again.

"Why shouldn't I ask? It's the most logical of questions, isn't it? After all, who would not wish to know if you knew the Gods yourself."

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A small smile formed - an awfully polite gentleman, elf or not - giving a shake of his head as the other apologised. Unnecessary. If anything, he should be the one to do so, having interrupted the man when he was clearly having difficulty. The matter of Elven gods didn’t concern him, after all, he was human - not something for him to form an opinion on.

"Now that is true - but, I suppose, it follows life, does it not? Rarely do we get a happy ending."  A pleasant idea, but one that was hardly realistic. "It’s a difficult thing to learn. I commend you for not giving up and throwing books at the wall. I’ve seen many people resort to that." A quiet chuckle, taking a few slow steps forward as not to disturb anyone else in the library, keeping the conversation as private as it could be.

"You need not apologise to me. I much prefer conversation over silence. If you require some help, I am glad to give it, but please - Dorian will suffice.”

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"Well, you might be rather unique with such a preference, what with our current location and all." He looked around quickly, to see if they weren't disturbing anybody else of the night owls who were trying to ruin their eyes by reading at this sort of hour.

"Also, I'd never throw a book at a wall. First of all, somebody made these, and I'm not in the habit of destroying this sort of wonderful craftsmanship." He closed the book he was reading, marking the place he'd been at with his thumb, and stroked the tips of his other hand's fingers over the delicately embossed back of the leather cover. "And secondly, that'd not do me a lot of good either way. I mean, I'm the one who'll likely have to pick them up again tomorrow."

He shot the human a grin, then opened the book again, frowning slightly before he sighed. "It might really be an issue of practice, I don't know... I've figured out what all the signs mean, but they still sort of..." He gestured with one hand before his face, as if grasping towards his eyes, "They seem to blur together when I try to read them, you see?"

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It was quiet as the grave and maybe that’s what tipped them off.   Eliana had the instincts of a Warrior and Warden.    She could hear the pads of feet coming from behind them that seemed to echo behind them and it caused her to duck into a room.    She wanted to see if she was being paranoid or if they were being followed but by who?   The cannibals would kill them on sight and eat them.

Eliana as quietly as she could unsheathed her sword prepared for whatever it could be.   The padded echoes continued for a while until sounded to come much closer and she emerged from the room to see what it was and she had been shocked.  ”A wolf?” She muttered and Terror started growling at him like he was Loghain ressurected or a Troll.

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Of course he had noticed that the woman and her dog had escaped his field of vision. Yet he decided that being caught was not as much to be feared as losing her trail would - after all, she was looking for something here just a he was, and four eyes would see a lot more than two. Moreover - if she found something, he had to know about it. For that reason, he could not let her get away, even if he had to walk into plain sight.

So he left his own hideout and walked through what once might have been an inner yard, towards where he had last seen the warrior. The smell of the wolf was obvious, penetrating in the air, and he was sure that she wasn't gone far, but he still needed to find out where she had gone. If she had found an entrance to the temple, he might have lost her trace by now.

But then the woman came out behind a corner, and he immediately jumped back a little before he just stood there, watching what she would do. Even if she would attack him with her drawn sword, or if she would sic her dog on him, he would still be able to run away.

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fangsoftheliar is falling into the nightmare.

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       ”— Should I feel honored that you’ve decided to grace me with your presence or should I ignore you and perhaps,  get away with as little shenanigans as I can possibly get  away  with?  Questions  of the world that I may never get an proper answer to, hm?”

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"Have I done anything to warrant such hostility,  spirit? You should know that I mean no harm to  your kind. I will not interfere in your affairs if  you do not want me to, and I will not linger in  your realm if you truly wish me gone. But I would  like to get to talk with you - to get to know you,  even. My curiosity knows no bounds, and you  should know that only my thirst for knowledge  has led me here."

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“Squeamish? Or d’you not want them to make a mess o’ your pretty face,” she teased, though her mind stalled over the prospect of having space all to herself. Vigil’s Keep was close-knit, but she had a room to herself where at the Alienage, she’d lived in the same one-room space as her entire family. She wouldn’t say she disliked the privacy, but it seemed lonely.

She stripped her bloodied glove, tucking it into her belt before grasping his hand. She had a soldier’s grip, but a brawler’s hands, calluses and crooks from healed broken bones written into them. She returned his grin. “Aye. Likewise.”

They detoured to where she’d tied the horse she’d taken out, but her barely adequate skill at horseback riding didn’t allow them to ride pillion back to the city. She walked the beast with them and found their way back to the road.

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He grinned at the grip of her hand, even though it was just ever so slightly painful. He had always found the quality of a warrior's hand interesting. The only weapon he ever used was a staff, and even staffs were not something he kept with him habitually. His magic was strong enough, and he was able to focus it well enough, to allow him not to use them too often. And so his hands were rather smooth, if slightly dry-skinned, with only the one or other abrasion and callus you'd expect from somebody who spend quite a bit of time climbing around on trees.

"Pretty face, is it?" he asked with a wink, but then shook his head. "I'm squeamish as all hell, I tell you. I mean, I've got my share of thorns stuck pretty much everywhere, and I'm not too much of a whimp with those, but just imagining that somebody could drag a needle over my face is just... No, absolutely no. Imagine they slide off or something, and that needle hits an eye...." He shuddered, though his attention was soon drawn by the street.

"Oh thank goodness... That means we're on the right track, yes?"

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hawkefortherescue:

She still rarely used her magic, but there was no point in actively hiding it after the book came out. Most people around here recognised her, although clearly not all people.

"Touché. Well, then just stop sleeping in such little clothes, will you? I can’t guarantuee I’ll always be here to save you. I’m kind of popular in that respect, you know. Everyone always expects me to save them.”

"Letha," she answered, then smiled a little. "Hawke, if you prefer." She expected that to explain her previous words about saving people. "Goodnight, half-naked elf boy."

Hawke - he had heard that name before. Hawke... Hawke... The Champion of Kirkwall, Hawke? The person who had allegedly been instrumental in the start of the recent mage uprising? Yes - it had to be her. He had heard that she was somewhere around Skyhold, but.... He wouldn't have thought that such an important person would just be running around these parts of Skyhold.

"Oh - well, thank you again for your help, Madame Hawke. And, well..." He smiled and rubbed his neck in slight embarrassment. "Goodnight." With those words, and a last glance at Hawke, he slipped back into his room.