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@invintersend (rude it won’t let me mention you)
“What is the magic word of every necromantic spell?” Beatrix only waited a heartbeat, not nearly long enough for a proper answer. “Abra-cadavar.”
There was a time and a place for banter. “Do you know why are there fences around cemeteries?” For jokes and words to lighten the mood.
That time, apparently, was right then and there. “Because people are dying to get out.”
That was ... not exactly what I imagined when I said I wanted a “vacation.”
Daughter - Doing The Right Thing
neoliberalismkills
reblog if women with swords
//
little update
first day off in many weeks: friday !!! so expect stuff friday
also still sick so gonna see the doctor, hopefully tonight.
ok thats it ty <3
;; KNIGHT COMMANDER
“Why?” The retort came without thought, habit of sharp accusations thrown at others. Lyrium blue eyes peered down, narrowing. “And what purpose would there be to delay removing it, hm?”
“Is that where you were going posthaste?” Perhaps it was, once again, ill-advised to question the Knight Commander.That her tone dropped so only the much, much taller woman would hear her question did her no service, she was certain. “...and not to lay into the local guard for their grievous oversight with such ferocity as to have them leave citystate?” Like the last patrol left unsaid.
;; KNIGHT COMMANDER
It is not her usual place of business, but in the early morn there are very few ears to worry about her words falling upon, that could spread the whispers of her plans through many mouths to that of the maleficarum she is intent on hunting to end the spread of whatever cult may be situated upon the coast.
The rise to her preferred stance is a slow one; an ache in the lowers of her back from unfamiliar strain leave her stiff, but once she stands upon her feet, she stands tall, chin titled slightly upwards, and watching the other woman near in her age. Women are rare in the Order, a seldom few making it to such high ranks as Knight-Commander or Knight-Captain, and a few more to Knight-Lieutenant.
“I have been taking recommendations from that of the Knight-Captain for those he believes as fit enough for the duty that will be required of them. Not many have seen abominations first hand.”
A small upturn motion of her mouth signals the immediate notion of beginning as soon as possible. She can agree and agree again. The sooner the better it will be to eradicate those who hold threats to Kirkwall and its people.
A roll of her shoulders, and one last glance to the face of Her Holiness before the Knight-Commander turns away, only to hold her gaze to Janin, intense eyes settling upon her smaller form.
“I appreciate the enthusiasm and eagerness to eradicate threats. I suspect you will find many, but will deal with them accordingly.”
"To do otherwise is to invite unnecessary danger into our midst. I am not so careless with the lives of so many."
It is not meant to be a correction, swift and sure in its deliverance, but intent often lies empty in the wake of action. Even so, she does not flinch in her delayed realization of her verbal misstep, instead meeting the Knight Commander's intense stare with her own—flat, and serious.
"I mean no disrespect, Knight Commander, but I would prefer to meet with those chosen for this assignment. I've not been here long, but it is easy to be made aware of the... biases of some."
She looks away, once more laying her gaze upon Her Holiness. The figure of Andraste shines in the muted light of the Chantry, an idol evidently well cared for in its sheen. It pales, of course, in comparison to the Cathedral of Montsimmard. But I am a long way from Montsimmard.
And a long way from any admiration or recognition for her skills—and reputation. Here, in this broken and winding city, in an entirely different nation, she was just as green as any other ambition driven Templar. Either she would receive her due, or she would be buried under drivel. But Janin had chosen Kirkwall, and the culture shock was nothing she could not deal with. The politics of course... another matter entirely. Both similar, and impossible, besides that of Orlais.
Cannot seem to escape this endless nonsense.
"Allow me make my intention clear: I will not be made to babysit ambitious Templars in the fire."
// ooc
im not dead yet, for lack of the world’s efforts
im currently working 2 jobs and have had zero days off for a length of time im unsure of due to my raging cold and fever currently but rest assured it has been ... many many days
yet here i am ... trying to revive Janin
dont mind me
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“I am busy, and covered in the blood of several maleficarum. Do you truly wish to impede upon that?”
“I do.” Even without the bite of a command, her response failed to wilt under domineering gaze. Perhaps it was because she was in no better state--though somewhat less gored. “For precisely that reason, Knight Commander.”
The gods have no mercy, that’s why they are gods.
Cersei Lannister, Game of Thrones, episode 2x09 “Blackwater” (via theharellan)
A playlist for the templar that would set fire to the world to start over, who would sow corruption in his steps for the glory of a new god, and who would gladly give himself over to death if it meant making the world remember everything they had done wrong.
Listen
your chest is burning. it’s on fire. you can’t get away. you realise this now, but it took you some time to understand that most days you will feel the urge (the need) to claw yourself out of your own body and create yourself anew. you want to escape. i know this. you are flesh and bone but it is working against you, and you’ll learn to live with that shortness of breath, that rapid fire beating against your ribs, those tears which come so readily. you’ll learn that you can still breathe, and i’m sorry, it’s hard, i’m sorry, but you can and you have to - you don’t want to think about what the others think. i know this. but i also know you cannot bear any form of guilt, that you choke on in constantly, a lump in your throat the shape of a fist. you can scratch yourself raw but you’ll be no nearer to completion. please know this. i’m sorry.
for those born with holy fire in their throats // s.t. (via francisabernthy)
Art by maruhana-bachi
beneditions 4:10, a fanmix for the templars, the champions of the just. [listen]
i. fight like gods - chelsea wolfe ii. i am the one - inon zur iii. age of dragons - audiomachine iv. i’m sorry - brian tyler v. pact sworn in blood - marc streitenfeld vi. the rock - hans zimmer vii. in hushed whispers - trevor morris viii. gender - really slow motion ix. black tears - tyler bates
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