Tullius van Markham

Tullius van Markham Nevarran Mortalitasi FC: Diego Luna Indie Dragon Age RP Mun is 21+

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The Inquisitor groaned and reluctantly took the man’s hands.  Yeah, there was no way he was getting out of this mess unscathed.  

He frowned and stared at the ground, trying to focus on not stepping on the other’s feet.  Cole had the right idea.  You had to listen with your heart and feet while dancing, though at least Talon didn’t have to also worry about not getting into other people’s heads.  It seemed however, that his feet didn’t have ears at all, and he kept narrowly missing the other’s feet.  Dancing with his daggers in the middle of battle was one thing, dancing with another person though…  That was a completely different story.

“Well, I suppose I should at the very least know the name of my dance partner.”

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Cooperation good, that was the first step. But for someone of noble birth his footing was just awful. 

“You suppose? Well ofcourse where are my manners” he contineud the steps, phasing around in a square. If they kept this up he should notice the pattern eventually right...it was hoping for the best. “It’s Tullius, normally I attend to your wounded and assist the research team...but today I’m your dancing and etiquettes teacher” the latter for if they actually had time to spare. That would be fully up to Talon his progress. 

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@i-would-give-no-less

“Take it easy Commander” the mage didn’t even need to turn around to know what was happening behind his back. They were always so hesitant to move again. Was it that bad to take a moment to sit back and let a wound heal? No ofcourse not they always had to move, ripping off bandages and stitches. Only to be patched up again a hour later after they realised it was there for a reason. 

“You took quite the hit on the battlefield, how do you feel?”

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@ma-nuvenin-vhenan

Lyna swiftly took off her shoe, grabbed it and threw it at the stranger! “Come at me!” She challenged.

The shoe hit it’s target like a bulls-eye. Stammering from surprise he just stood there. It took him several seconds, before he even could come up with a proper answer “You better have a very good reason for that!” His eyes glared to the ground, finding what actually hit him,- and left a red spot on his face.

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two-talents => grimhealing

Finally did what was itching for months now. changed name from two-talents to grimhealing

Sorry for all the possible confusion

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Thinking off a new url name that better fits Tullius.  Plus the little - doesn’t work with the track system and without the strip is already taken...

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Talon scowled at the intruder.  He was trying.  Alone, in an empty private room where he presumed he wouldn’t be interrupted- the only place he’d even dream of dancing really.  Well.  It wasn’t like he had a lot to go on, the only times he really saw people dance were when he was really small, or when people were drunk at a tavern.  Neither of which were really fantastic examples to learn from.

“She’s really not letting me get out of this isn’t she?  Can’t she at least just…  Not make me dance with people? I can talk…  Or hide in a corner with Cole…  Or…  Something else, right?”

The ball and peace negotiations at the Winter Palace were coming up, and the assassin was not in the least bit happy about being dragged along for the ride.  Well he didn’t mind the whole “stop the Empress from being killed” bit, that would at least be exciting and make for a good story, but the idea of spending the entire night on his best behavior surrounded by nobles made him nauseous.  That’s without adding in the whole dancing nonsense.

“She asked you to teach me didn’t she.”

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Tapping with his fingersd on the stone door frame, he let every complaint come over him. Shaking his head in disapproval. Was this truly what he had to work with? Atleast he had expected a little bit more confidence...So much for the supposed noble name. 

“No hiding in corners or under tables whatsoever. As a figure head you’re expected to make atleast one dance. A lot depends on it, so you will have to do atleast,-...decent” no this was not going to be easy he knew that. But even if it took the whole day, their inquisitor would learn how to dance and behave at the winter palace. 

Tullius walked one circle around Talon before stopping before him. Holding his hands up for Talon to take. “We start from the beginning. I’ll lead, so follow my moves. Can you accomplish that?” he asked with one eyebrow lifting, almost judging the male in front of him. Better to get accustomed to the stares he would get from nobles right away.

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@inquisitor-trevelyen

“Is that how you’re going to sway the orlesian court? Well it’s certainly,- original” Truly he wasn’t sure what it was supposed to look like. A dance move maybe a bow, Seemed like Josephine was right when she said the inquisitor could use some help.  “I hope I’m not disturbing you or anything inquisitor” in a mere second the mage managed to rub off the grin that had appeared on his face. Making place for a more serious expression.

[grimhealing]

not all character development exists to make someone a better person.

people turn into assholes, too. they become more  manipulative, arrogant, clingy, irritated… complex.

and that’s okay, that’s important. explore that.

✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* \(◕‿◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[canticleofatonement]

His reaction to her touch did not go unnoticed, and she only sneered in response; how dramatic he was. 

When the other templars were finally out of sight, her shoulders sagged in visible relief. “With luck, we won’t run in to any others. I’m a terrible liar, I’ll mix up my stories.” It had never been something she was gifted with - that never bothered her either. The truth had worked well enough for her… Of course, she wasn’t normally traipsing around with what others would deem an apostate, even if he did belong to a Circle.

“At any rate, where were we?”

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“You fooled them once, that means you can do it again. Have a little confidence miss Caelius” his finger waved in a teaching manner. You could hear the disappointment in his voice, underwhelmed by the attitude. If she remained that way it would become troublesome. 

“We need to find some sort of information broker. Or atleast a leak” assuming she would catch up, he strolled onwards. Eyes out for unfortunate cases, grieving people and shady figures. Not hard to find as these slums were reeking with them. “How about... them?” with a simple nod he referred to an elven merchant in the streets. His stock containing various tonics.

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[lady-chalon]

two-talents

“Really? I would pay to see you fight in that. Shooting arrows at every little bug that crawls out of the underground.” little was an understatement. Whatever they fed those wild spiders they were huge. With his normal dislike for animals these were just straight out creepy.

“I’ll meet you at the gate okay?” His hand passed her shoulder, turning her around to lead her out of his chambers. A quick walk to note people of his absence was all he needed.

With full saddlebags and attire much more suited for an adventure - most notably pants, but also a simple shirt, far less gallant than what she would normally wear around Skyhold - she leads the horse to the gates to meet Tullius and the two set off.

“We’ve got to get to the Hinterlands, so it may be a little longer than expected, depending on the situation there… But from the sound of things, everything is under control.” A few days, probably. Denise unfolds the list again and skims it briefly, nodding as she tucks it away again. “Everything should be there, though. Thank you for coming, by the way.” No doubt there were more pressing matters for him.

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"Don’t mention it” shrugging it off like it was nothing. Work could wait, this fresh air,- should be good. Even how blaspheous cold it was. He tucked at his cape covering himself more. The moment they had left the gates the cold hit him like a rock. Not caring about any warm clothes he was covered in. 

Hopefully they would get their fast before he would freeze on top of the horse. His feet gave a soft shove against the horse to hurry up it’s phase. Past the forest that was underneath skyhold mountainside it should be warmer. “They need moreelfroot don’t they?” The mage asked to prod in their current objective.

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reblog with a gif of the animal your muse would be.

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[lady-chalon]

two-talents:

His sigh was a heavy one, the offer was tempting. Fresh air away from the nagging of nobles above him. Even if the walls were thick you could still hear everything that happened in the main hall of skyhold. Nature tended to be way more quiet. The feathed dabbled in inkt waved in the air as he thought about it, his hand spotted from the overextended use of the writing utensil. 

“Fine…have it your way” you could almost hear his bone crack, from standing up. Exercise was a thing he easily forgot about. But for Denise he would make the trip. Not admitting it ofcourse. 

Assuming she had planned this and fully prepared the only thing he needed to take along was his staff. Adorned with a skull and a gloomy aura around it. 

Brows shot up at his answer - she had expected it, counted on it, but to finally get it was relieving still. After all, Denise hadn’t planned out what she might do to change his mind if he had declined.

“Good,” she answered, fighting away a smirk and instead wearing her best ‘of course it’s my way’ face that.. well, wasn’t really that successful. She still grinned through it. “The horses should be ready soon, and I think everything else is taken care of.” She drags a finger over her lip as she thinks back on what would be needed - food, satchels for the herbs, bedrolls… It wasn’t that they’d be gone long, just a few days at most if things went well.

With a glance downward, though, she scoffs in laughter. “Aside from a change of clothes.” She couldn’t rightly go out there in a gown, of course; that offered no protection, not from the elements or any trouble they might find themselves in. Not that she was expecting any - what harm could come of picking flowers?

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"Really? I would pay to see you fight in that. Shooting arrows at every little bug that crawls out of the underground." little was an understatement. Whatever they fed those wild spiders they were huge. With his normal dislike for animals these were just straight out creepy.

"I'll meet you at the gate okay?" His hand passed her shoulder, turning her around to lead her out of his chambers. A quick walk to note people of his absence was all he needed.

[lady-chalon]

@two-talents

She had learned after the first mishap not to go out entirely alone anymore - nature had a way of overpowering the lone wanderer, and another series of gashes on her back were undesirable - so when Elan brought a list of herbs she needed restocked, Denise promptly began thinking of who ought to tag along. Most others had important business to tend to, and so did Tullius surely, but that didn’t stop her from asking… And pulling off quite a magnificent pout at his initial refusal.

Such  simple tasks always pleased her, but surely it would be made more enjoyable if he’d agree to tag along - they rarely had reason to leave Skyhold together, after all. It tended to be one or the other, and even when it was both they went separate ways. Not that Denise minded so much, but it could be nice to get out for a while. Even if it was just to pick herbs for the alchemist.

“The list is small, it won’t take long and then you can dive right back into your research, I promise,” she chuckles, reaching out to grab for his hands. One way or another, she’d convince him. 

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His sigh was a heavy one, the offer was tempting. Fresh air away from the nagging of nobles above him. Even if the walls were thick you could still hear everything that happened in the main hall of skyhold. Nature tended to be way more quiet. The feathed dabbled in inkt waved in the air as he thought about it, his hand spotted from the overextended use of the writing utensil. 

“Fine...have it your way” you could almost hear his bone crack, from standing up. Exercise was a thing he easily forgot about. But for Denise he would make the trip. Not admitting it ofcourse. 

Assuming she had planned this and fully prepared the only thing he needed to take along was his staff. Adorned with a skull and a gloomy aura around it. 

[canticleofatonement]

“Some, I suppose, but not as many as some of the other templars.” Generally speaking, she tried not to be as cruel and unjust as was the ideal standard - it was, however, not always unavoidable. 

Vesper had overheard their footsteps before they had rounded the corner - there was something about the clank of Templar armor that became unmistakable after hearing it so often. There’s a sharp inhale as she grabs hold of the mage’s arm firmly. “Say nothing.” If anything had been learned early on, it’s that this particular mage had a tendency to be quite snarky - a trait that would get the both of them in trouble if he is caught.

The group of them had noticed her, hailing her over and making small talk; where she was headed, what she was wearing, and who she traveled with. Small questions, details made up of lies, and then she excused herself and waved Tullius over.

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Perhaps he should consider him lucky that she wasn’t as cruel as most, or else this alliance wouldn’t work like it did now. He had preferred to stay behind the corner not interacting with the templars at all. But once seen, couldn’t be unseen. 

Tullius pulled back his arm, giving an annoyed glance at the touch. For that he wanted to scold her, he wasn’t to fond of a templar touch. It stinged like lyrium and the over use of their dispelling. But even if he didn’t approve he obeyd the command. Staying on the spot as she left. Running away would be very suspicious.

His foot tapped on the ground, keeping his patience. He had hoped for them to leave after the conversation. Mingling however it was, with an innocent look he headed back to Vesper his side, a small nod to the templars. “Good morning”

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purestlyrium

“Those big eyes aren’t going to help you” he tried to glare back, refusing to give up the treats from the kitchen. But even heartless as he seemed to many he had a soft spot for children. 

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“But… I can smell lemon cakes. I promise I won’t tell anyone, I just want a little piece.” She looked up at him, and he seemed completely unaffected by her pleas. Still, Amaris didn’t give up. “Please?”

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Lemon cake, correct that was indeed what was on the plate held high. “No...” He glanced away, keeping it high and out of her reach. But that second please, he had made the mistake to actually look at her. “Fine, take it. But don’t go telling around you got it from me”

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“Information gathering. Statistics of how many apostates have been in these slums lately. How many of them actually ended up in the gallows and what disappeared. Perhaps even dig through some corpses if we find any, see what traces are left on the bones” he preferred to do the last one. Plain research and now mingling with words. Assuming the state of these slums and the poor hygienic it would be no surprise to find corpses. 

Without more words he made his way into the slums, the stench killing his nostrils. It was what he had expected, improvised homes everywhere with  people sitting down, doing nothing. Hollow lives without any ambition to get out of their situation.

[canticleofatonement]

“Gross,” she snorts, nose wrinkling at the thought. Playing with corpses was not something she’d be taking part in - in fact, if that was to happen, she would likely take watch somewhere nearby. It was bad enough to see the bodies, but to prod around them? Absolutely not.

“Not all mages who end up here are brought to the Gallows and made Tranquil,” she states as they walk, though her voice is only slightly above a whisper. These were not words that anyone needed to overhear. “There are sympathizers out here, and they’ve helped many to escape. How many, exactly, I can’t say. My face isn’t unknown to such company, though, so I doubt you’d have much luck following them if I’m around.”

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He had to think about that fact for a moment. If she was wel known people would avoid her. Or they could use it in their advantage “How many are there who would want revenge on you?”Oh yes he was planning to use her as bait if it was needed. Same as he would bait himself acting all hurt to lure out sympathizers. 

The mage took a step backward before turning around the corner. Templars on patrol, great. “Are they supposed to be here?”