Asher

"Though all before me is shadow, yet shall the Maker be my guide." O.C. - main base in DA:I - Seeker of Truth

[hooded-rogue-a]

I'm fully over @soldier-of-visus now.

(I'm only not following yous in case anyone wants to stop being mutuals, I am 1000% still up to interact if you are - especially if it'll be our first thread)

[hooded-rogue-a]

I'm fully over @soldier-of-visus now.

(I'm only not following yous in case anyone wants to stop being mutuals, I am 1000% still up to interact if you are - especially if it'll be our first thread)

[hooded-rogue-a]

Right, that’s that done.

(I apologise for how bad some of those replies were, I have completely forgotten how to do pretty much everything XD)

I am going to bugger off to @soldier-of-visus and try get that somewhat operational. 

Can you do me a favour and tag that blog in replies if you want to keep stuff going? Cheers in advance.

[hooded-rogue-a]

Right, that’s that done.

(I apologise for how bad some of those replies were, I have completely forgotten how to do pretty much everything XD)

I am going to bugger off to @soldier-of-visus and try get that somewhat operational. 

Can you do me a favour and tag that blog in replies if you want to keep stuff going? Cheers in advance.

[hooded-rogue-a]

magehunt​:

Aurelia was smug as she pulled back with a grin and a chuckle, stepping back out of his reach. She delighted in his puzzled expression, in him realising he had been caught out by her.

“It can be.” Aurelia confirmed, flourishing her sparring sword. Though the two had seemingly taken such relaxed postures, Aurelia was still on guard, aware that there could be a moment of retaliation. “Something like that gets the message across just as well as being knocked on your ass, I find. Though, it was a risk on my part.” After all had she been a touch slower he could have interrupted her attempt to kiss him, though she did not think he would want to.

“Thought it’d make things a little more interesting.”

“Evidently.” A small smile finally broke free and he shook his head with a self-depreciating chuckle. It was a lesson at the very least, and it was better to be beaten in training than killed in combat. At least it usually was, the current situation was a new one for him. 

Asher’s blade had been mostly forgotten by this point but her little show reminded him that they were, technically, still sparring - even if she had essentially won already. Still, you are supposed to be the sneaky one. Element of surprise and all that. Let’s just see what happens; maybe you can recover some sort of credibility at some point.

“I mean I can’t say you’re wrong, I’ll definitely remember that move for a while to come yet.” He met her eyes again. “But by all means, take more risks like that,” a smug smirk graced his lips, “I win either way.” 

Aurelia’s next words had his eyes narrowing questioningly. “Oh? Did you have something in mind? Because at this point I think I’m doing pretty well.”

[faithdrivcn]

starter for @hooded-rogue that i’ve owed for 1000 years

       Cassandra was not an apprehensive person by nature. She was particular in her decisions, putting as much certainty into each one as could be given. Zasha Trevelyan would make a fine Inquisitor, her advisors had all agreed. She was compassionate and driven, brave if perhaps naive….was she too naive? Surely she could make hard decisions when the time came.

The seeker sighed, seated at one of the benches in the Skyhold courtyard. It had barely been an hour since the people had cheered their new leader and already she doubted the decision to grant so much power to one person. The hand gripping her whetstone ran rhythmically, if somewhat aggressively down the length of her blade, eyes barely lifting at the sound of boots in the grass.  “ Do you believe we made the right decision? ”  she asked as Asher drew near enough to hear her privately. 

[hooded-rogue-a]

Asher had never been one for grandstanding, regardless of how deserving the person at the centre of it was, and had positioned himself as far from all the noise as possible. It wasn’t until he was sure yet another migraine wouldn’t make an appearance that he finally emerged from the shadows. 

Of course, once he did, he immediately found himself gravitating towards Cassandra, but what he saw had him hesitating for a brief moment. She looked so...uncertain...and it was worrying; she usually hid those feelings deceptively well. Though considering the current state of the world he couldn’t really begrudge her the occasional slip of the mask. 

A small smirk graced his features as she spoke. “Hello to you as well.” Halting a respectable distance from his fellow Seeker, Asher crossed his arms over his chest and simply shrugged at the question. “I think we made the best decision; whether or not it was the right one remains to be seen.” 

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hooded-rogue​:

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[hooded-rogue-a]

Asher’s already bruising grip grew stronger at her thighs when she tugged his hair. It was a seemingly automatic reaction and he briefly wondered if it was getting too much; then he remembered who he was here with. With a smirk at the thought, his nails dug into her skin and created a trail of red along her legs before he soothed the area with his palms.

Shuffling closer, the rogue borderline purred as he rolled his jaw and ran his tongue along the full length of her before stopping to pay specific attention to her nub: sucking and flicking the bundle of nerves as his teeth scrapped against her folds. 

Although her tone and sigh made him incredibly proud of himself, Asher soon found himself twisting his hips to the side as his own want made itself painfully obvious. Lifting up slightly, he manoeuvred his entire body into a somewhat more comfortable position - his lips still firmly attached to her - and groaned at her request for feedback. The smallest of gaps formed between Asher and his current focus. “Just keep tugging.” He lifted his gaze for a moment and locked on to hers, irritated at the interruption. That feeling soon died off when he saw her though. Maker, she’s gorgeous. 

A slight shake of his head, combined with throbbing between his legs, pulled him back to the moment and he growled as he latched back on to her.

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altuspavus​:

          Dorian’s eyes narrowed even more as he watched the Seeker’s movements. He didn’t trust the man so far as he could throw him, not nearly so far, in fact. He did not want to interact any more than necessary with the other man, at least initially.

          But now? Now he couldn’t help but goad him. It was almost too easy to upset Asher, Dorian was realizing. It would be too much of a shame not to pursue such paths, all while remaining relatively put-together.

          His feet nearly acted of their own accord, following the man who had so recently threatened him. He was absolutely treading on thin ice, but it was thrilling. Dorian couldn’t help himself.

          ❝ I would appreciate if you could use my name. ❞

Exactly when the situation had changed, Asher didn’t know, but he wasn’t happy with the new arrangement the mage suddenly believed existed between them. Dorian was ridiculously irritating and he knew it, and that somehow made it all the worse. Asher had met so many naturally annoying people in his life that he had assumed he’d developed a tolerance for them. Dorian proved him very, very wrong; he always managed to steal a reaction from the Seeker. 

And the reactions encouraged the incessant drivel. It was a never ending cycle of annoyance.

With a very exaggerated sigh, Asher began sketching the surrounding area; his eyes remaining locked on the page."And I'd appreciate if you left me alone. A shame neither of us will ever get what we want."

[hooded-rogue-a]

I was going to do a whole “I’ll ask before I finish these last drafts” thing to see if people wanted them continuing but honestly I have like 4 left and two are for the same lass lmao so I’m just going to get them done and move over quicker.

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magehunt​:

Aurelia quietly groaned as he pulled her closely but she was not complaining, even with the discomfort. “Usually I’d agree with you.” Aurelia responded with a restrained smile. Even she could enjoy a bit of gentleness on occasion and certainly if she were injured it was not much of a choice at all.

“No, it isn’t…” Aurelia admitted. She knew what had gone wrong, that she had tried to take on too many at once, mostly to relief the pressure from Asher .As capable as he was, a rogue being overwhelmed was a disaster. “Just got outnumbered a little, I think. Even I cannot cover all sides.” They were alive and mostly well, that was what mattered.  “No need to get all worried about me, Asher. I’ll be fine, once this is properly patched up.” Even as he supported her weight, helping her walk, Aurelia tried not to lean too much on him, to maintain some semblance of independence.

A thoughtful hum was his only response. Perhaps he should have apologised for getting himself into that situation, for creating the environment that resulted in her injury, but he didn’t: partly because she was a warrior - fighting was her job - and partly because he had genuinely believed he’d had the scenario under control. Mostly though, he didn’t apologise because he doubted she’d want to hear it. Like she said she’d be fine, it was just momentary guilt that neither would want voiced. 

So he did what he always did, he stayed quiet. He loosened his grip a little so that she had more freedom of movement and he just kept his head down. Until, that is, the little smirk reappeared on his lips. It was an odd sensation, he never really ever had the want to talk to someone, especially not when he’d be the one continuing the conversation. “What we going with then? That you leapt to my defence as a horde threatened to overrun me? That wouldn’t do your reputation any favours, would it? Being all self sacrificing like that for a little ol’ scout.”

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illustrii-a​:

“I’m hurt. Encountering me is usually delightful.” Her sarcasm clear, eyes cold, perhaps this was just a bit of amusement rather than any real hope of getting anything out of the red templar. Aurelia held him firmly even as he squirmed to try and break free, his grotesque corrupted visage clear in its disgust. She watched for a few moments longer before briefly glancing to Asher. “Perhaps this is a waste of time after all.” Aurelia remarked rather solemnly, her grip on the templar’s throat tightening gradually, watching as he slowly struggled to breathe. “They’re loyal to their masters, I’ll give them that.” 

The last one alive, barely, and Aurelia was coming to terms with the idea of getting nothing from him. Exhaling a sigh, Aurelia reached for a dagger strapped to her hip, pulling it free. “Last chance big guy. I’m growing bored of you.” Seeing as the red templar had so little life left in him and was not answering in a timely manner, Aurelia shook her head and pulled him closer, her dagger sinking into the side of his neck and letting him fall seconds later. “I need to work on my patience, I think.”

“That is very true, I do apologise.” The playful tone of the Seeker would likely be considered unprofessional by a great number of people, but given that this situation was nothing new to either of those present he somehow doubted she’d mind. 

Asher did, however, lapse back into silence as Aurelia continued to attempt an interrogation.  Although a more than capable investigator, Asher would openly admit that most others in the Order were better at...encouraging...others to part with information. Aurelia especially. Something about her seemed to terrify the majority of people. Something? I assume it’s everything. The grey eyes, the scar, the height, the voice, the general aesthetic. - Yeah, but I have half those things as well. - You’re a short arse compared to her. - It’s ONE inch. - It’s noticeable is what it is.

Asher concluded his internal debate when the blade was drawn and watched with a blank expression as the Templar crumpled to the ground. After a moments pause, he huffed a quiet laugh. “Oh I don’t know about that, I think you have excellent patience.” Moving back to the infected body behind him, he knelt down and began searching it for any possible information. “You gave him at least two chances; that’s more than these things deserve.” 

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[dragonfartart]

Vass Trevelyan, known dumbass, who refused templar training when he was younger and now has no idea how to deal with spirits or demons and never listen to the chantry anyway  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[hooded-rogue-a]

@soldier-of-visus is my new page.

There's a couple posts there but it's still bare bones at the moment.

It is essentially exactly the same as this one but with temporary structure and a twin sister* for Asher.

(*she is also a Seeker)

It's not pretty, it's not professional, but that's where I'm going to end up.

[hooded-rogue-a]

shield-of-shame​:

“You don’t have to say a word,” Susannah replied with a smirk. “Samson and Orsino rant, you sit to the side, judging. And don’t bother to deny it.” 

She wouldn’t waste time trying to change his mind, no more than she would anyone else’s. She was simultaneously blessed and cursed in her companions. Blessed because of their talent. Cursed because the odds of them agreeing on anything besides Corypheus were astronomical. Take blood magic. Cassandra and Asher took the Chantry view of it…which was understandable given their personal histories…but neither of them seemed to have a problem with philacteries.

On the other hand, Circle abolitionists like Orsino and Fiona seemed to forget that for many of their number, the Circle was the closest thing to home and family they’d ever known. The mages her agents had rescued from Redcliffe seemed lost without someone to tell them what to do. And needless to say there was friction between Madame le Fer and the rebel leadership, over who that someone should be. Not to mention how much…if at all…the Templars should be involved.

As for Alexius…if he hadn’t meddled with time, Susannah would not be here at all. She was not about to go into that with Asher as she had no desire to try explaining yet again how time loops worked. It had been confusing enough with Alexius and Dorian…

When Asher demanded that she never compare him with Samson and Orsino again, she snorted. “Nope,” she said, snickering. “No orneriness here. No sirree…”

“There isn’t any orneriness, I just don’t appreciate being associated with those sorts of people.” His brow furrowed. You may want to expand on that statement before they make their own opinions on why the Chantry boy doesn’t like being compared with three elves and a traitor. “And by that I mean criminals.”

With a snarl, Asher shuffled in another pitiful attempt to ease the pounding in his head. Yet again, it made no difference. Any momentary respite from his pain was overshadowed by the dull hammering that would swiftly return. Maker, he hated this; hated being useless. What good was a scout that couldn’t scout? A hunter that couldn’t hunt? A Seeker that couldn’t move? 

With a roll of his eyes, he looked back to the Inquisitor. “And in relation to fighting you on the other point? I had no intention to. Of course I judge, I was raised to judge; taught to observe, to listen and to make informed decisions before committing to actions that more often than not ended with death. And for the record, I was pretty good at it.” A pause. “Good at judging character, not just judging in general.” His eyes narrowed at her. “Don’t say it.”

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lathal​:

Iveani had to admit that she was surprised he wasn’t more angry that she had frozen her feet to the ground. She was also a little surprised that he was more angry about the blood. She didn’t understand it. While she was sure she hadn’t discovered anything entirely new, she’d never really heard of blood magic before. She didn’t have any other options, so she just did it. “They were going to kill me, and that’s only if they were being nice. They’d probably do worse,” she said, her voice quivering as she weakly defended herself.

As she eyed the gathering crowd, she wondered if it’d be better if she had. At least then, if anyone found her body later, they wouldn’t think she was the bad guy. These people looked at her like she was a monster. Once she got the guts to kill herself, they’d be glad.

When he mentioned leaving the city, though, she had another idea. There wouldn’t be crowds of people out there, removing one of her obstacles. If she went with him that far, she’d only have to deal with him and the stupid horse. He’d have to take his eyes off of her sometime, right? She knew how to be quiet when she needed to. She could just slip away.

It was a risk. It was a huge risk. She didn’t trust this man at all. It would be her only chance, though, and it’s not like she couldn’t die later if she needed to. Iveani took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down a little bit, and then nodded once.

“I know, kid, I saw the tattoos. I’m not mad at you for it.” He was very aware of what those....men, would have done; where they would have tried to take her. The world was no darker for their loss. That was likely little consolation to the girl however: taking a life was not an easy thing to process, especially not your first. And she took how many lives? Three? Quite the first experience. Asher would do well to remember that killing wasn’t as normal as his work suggested.

The fear in her eyes pulled at his heart but his face remained neutral. Frightened children weren’t a new experience for him, especially not frightened mage children; it came with the territory. Still, it never seemed to get easier. 

Asher’s brows rose in surprise when she so willingly accepted his offer though, it was a new experience for him in all honesty, and he tilted his head in thanks. Standing, he glanced at the crowd; silently ordering them to remain where they were. Although a few snarled and threatened to move closer, most seemed all too happy to obey the command. Glancing once more at the young elvhen girl, Asher reached out a hand to help her to stand. There was no need for force or restraints with her, there wasn’t anywhere she could go and she knew that...he hoped. 

“Come on, we can set up camp outside the City limits and go from there.”

[hooded-rogue-a]

wrathofthewild​:

“I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”

It was a nice change of pace from the constant hostility she’d experienced before, to be frank. Yes, she was a stranger in these lands but that did not mean she had designs on harming anyone. This last task should’ve been proof enough of that. She hoped.

Herald, though. She really needed to do something about that. “You can call me Rhiannon, if you want,” she informed him. “What do I call you?” This time she offered the stranger a minute smile. It was time to lower those walls, if only slightly.

A silent ‘you’re welcome’ nod was all she received as a response before Asher’s eyes fell to the floor and slowly made their way back to the familiar form in front of him. 

The uncertainty of the situation was an overwhelming thought in his mind and the only peace the Seeker could find was housed in his faith. When the sky was torn and the land was burning, when demons fell from the Fade and brother turned against brother, where else was he supposed to find solace and stability other than within the eyes of Andraste?

Hopefully in the eyes of her Chosen.

Asher glanced at the stranger beside him. She was pretty, no denying that, but looks weren’t going to win this fight, and, previous battle aside, he didn’t know how capable she was at dealing with war and its consequences. His gaze returned to the Prophet’s. I hope you know what you’re doing.

A soft sigh escaped him as he turned to face Rhiannon once more. “Forgive me, but I don’t think that would be appropriate, Herald.” Bringing his right palm up to cover his heart, Asher bowed once again - this time with a little more formality. “My apologies. Seeker Asheron at your service, My Lady.”

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[hooded-rogue-a]

Either I'm hallucinating or a bat* just flew in through my window.

*it may have just been a very large moth

(I would not prefer this)