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Gabrielle + Amazon outfit + fire + running = perfection

#face claim #this happens a lot

mylittleloavies

#face claim #very ic

gabs-magical-abs

Scenes in which I find Gabrielle ridiculously attractive [7 of ∞]

Requested by thatonewarriorprincess

#face claim #renee o'connor #escape from fort drakon anyone?

kalliopephoenix

Gabrielle + reacting to the insane warlord

Xena: Warrior Princess 2x15 | A Day in the Life

#liane for like 70% of Origins #the other 30% was screaming or being a dork with Alistair #face claim

They were walking along all nice like when Anders hip-bumped her sending her into a large muddy ditch. He stopped and tilted his head "Err...I didn't do it." a smirk playing on his lips.

Oh hey. Liane was covered in mud and it was Anders' fault. Fantastic. The warden looked up at the mage, pressing her lips together and raising a brow.

"Anders? Start running."

sillyrpsituations

Our characters are walking along a road together when mine trips and falls into a muddy ditch (or perhaps yours pushed them...). How does yours react?

#ask memes

So. Guys.

Starters. I wanna write a starter. Do you want a starter? I wanna write a starter.

Message me if you want a starter.

#out of knives

lianeofthegrey

Wounds that have yet to heal; open

Liane was still waiting for the whole “murderer” thing to sink in, really.

It was almost funny, how easy it had been. Killing the arl’s men, that is. She’d never hesitated as she swung the borrowed blade across their throats; never paused to consider that these men had families of their own. She just kept thinking of Nola, face contorted in terror and shock as her life flowed out of the gash in her throat; of Nelaros, hands still clutching his sword even as the light quickly faded from his eyes. And then, at the end of it all, of Shianni, crying and bleeding and begging to go home.

Liane had often heard rage described as burning; hot. But that wasn’t quite true. It had been cold. Not even cold, it had been numb.

She had kept her wedding dress. Liane wasn’t sure why. There had been precious little room in her bag. Liane knew she wouldn’t have any need for such a garment in Ostagar, and the blood had ruined it besides. But it had felt wrong to leave it behind. She and Shianni had stayed up so many nights working on it, spending as much as they could spare on soft fabrics and shining thread. And Nelaros had called her radiant. He had just met her, never seen her in any dress but this, and he had said she was radiant.

Liane didn’t want to forget that.

They would reach Ostagar soon, now. In a matter of days. Liane was not the only new recruit. There were other humans, a pair of dwarves, even a Dalish elf. Liane couldn’t bring herself to speak to any of them, though. She was still so… numb. Hollow. Every emotion, good or bad, was a strain to muster.

She had slipped away to a nearby stream, telling the others that she was going to refill her waterskin. Once she was sure she was far enough away, Liane pulled the carefully folded wedding dress from her pack.

It was wrinkled badly, and torn in many places. The blood had turned brown and stiff, thick enough in some places to cake. But the beauty of the dress was still recognizable. The gold threads still shone in the sunlight, and the cloth, where clean, was soft to the touch. Liane knelt down by the water’s edge, setting herself to trying to scrub the garment clean. It wasn’t until she reached back into her bag for a bar of soap that she realized she was sobbing.

#open #starter #this thread got dropped because the other person lost their muse #so I guess I'll post it as open because I like it!#open to any other wardens for a one of many situation #or any other character who would be along with Duncan at this point #blood #violence

lianeofthegrey

Open Starter; Best Intentions

Well.

That could have gone better.

It’s not as if Liane was planning on taking down the slaving operation on her own. She wasn’t stupid. She had just meant to investigate, make sure she was really onto something before she went and told the other wardens. They were in Kirkwall for diplomatic reasons, and Liane had stumbled upon this… situation quite on accident.

She’d heard about several disappearances in and around the alienage. Elves, mostly young adults; able-bodied, often attractive. It had been a worryingly familiar scenario for Liane. And taking into account that slavery rings were much more common this close to Tervinter, and— well, it wasn’t too difficult for conclusions to be drawn.

She really hadn’t meant to dive in quite like this. Liane had just been patrolling the alienage that night— something she found herself doing often, no matter what city she was in. The other wardens often teased her about it, not that Liane minded that much. Perhaps she was being overprotective of her people, but sometimes—

Liane had stumbled upon another kidnapping. A young man, on his way home from work. The slavers had lured him into an alleyway. What else was Liane supposed to do? Leave him?

The young man had run off when the fighting started. Liane would have liked to see him home, but… Well, she was a little busy trying not to get stabbed. Things were all going swimmingly until one of them clocked her in the back of the head.

She had woken up a short time later, ears ringing, hands bound, being carried by some stinking human. She’d bitten his ear off and kicked him between the eyes until he stopped shouting. Now here she was, crouched behind a stack of crates, trying to cut herself free with the man’s knife before the rest of the slavers arrived.

So… Yeah, pretty standard evening, really.

#open starter #throwing this out there again because why not #violence

crookedmaleficus-deactivated201

Pigs to the Slaughter|; Open RP

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{ ✗ } - - Tobias smiled at her plea. Smiled. It was a strange an unnatural looking thing upon a face so used to frowning, too wide and too sharp. “A knife ears would know a great deal about mercy, now wouldn’t you?” Even though the apostate had a low self worth, he valued even the most insignificant creature above Elves. She would watch Draken die before he spared him at the whim of low life scum.

"Tell me knife ears, do you pity this mage slayer?" Fogged pupils sat somewhere beyond her shoulder as the smile shifted back into a clenched jaw. Even the word sat heavy and unpleasant on his tongue, like a dirty old coin to be spat out. A mage is a filthy creature. His mother would say in her sing song voice. Andraste sacrificed herself so the pestilence of magic that you carry would be destroyed. There was danger in that unfocused stare as Tobias was no more stable than he had been as a beaten boy.

"Would you weep for his soul if I were to bleed him dry? I can hear it you know. The thump thump thump of his heart." He inhaled deeply, somehow finding the metallic scent through the pungent odor of smoke that always emanated from his person. "Or are you too stupid to understand the situation here?"

lianeofthegrey

Liane's jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing a fraction at the slur. Oh, of course he was racist. A racist, crazy blood mage. This was just the best day ever.

Her eyes flicked back down to the templar. It was hard not to pity him. Liane felt sympathy for the Circle mages, and she never really tried to hide the fact. No one deserved to be caged in like an animal, punished because they had been born a certain way.

But no one deserved to be bled dry like that, either.

"You don't-- you don't have to do this." The elf's voice was tight, strained. This was bad. The templar's life rested entirely upon the whims of the mage. Liane might be able to hold her own against the maleficar, but if things took a turn for the worse-- hard to imagine things being worse-- there was no way she would be able to reach the pair in time to save him. Liane sucked in a breath, swallowing the lump in her throat. "What do you want? Maybe-- maybe we can make a deal."

#crookedmaleficus #(Woo! And Liane no you know bargaining never works well)

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Pigs to the Slaughter|; Open RP

{ ✗ } - - The Templar squirmed beneath Tobias’ stony gaze, face contorted with agony as blood streamed from his broken nose. They were close, weren’t they? His brothers in arms. There would be no need for any interference unless they wished to find young Draken here in many pieces.

"Shhh…" The flat of Tobias’ sword swatted down once more as Draken squawked insults and damned him in Andraste’s name. Hardly an insult when the guard believed himself to be a disgusting and repugnant existence. "Calm yourself boy. You are more valuable than you may know." Impassive as always, neither pleasure nor anger crossed his face as Tobias drew his free hand forward and ushered at the stricken man’s face in a twisting motion. At once Draken let out a pained scream as his veins roped and knitted across his pallid skin; the thin stream of blood from his nose now a river. A raging hemorrhage with the scarlet fluid leaking out his lips, eyes and ears.

“Who goes there?" Draken gasped choked breaths as Tobias released him from the slow torture, the crunch of twigs enough to tell the blind man another was nearby. He would not be caught again. “Speak at once or you will rue the day Andraste delivered you to this world.”

lianeofthegrey

Shit.

Liane had been prepared for plenty of things when she said she would look for the missing templar. She considered herself not so easily surprised. Maker knew the elf had seen plenty of strange things since she left Denirem. She had fought demons. Werewolves. Countless darkspawn. She was not squeamish, and did not frighten so easily.

But blood magic still gave her chills.

She should have brought others. Her hound, at least. But no, Liane had thought this would be a quick, simple job. Find the lost man. Bring him back. Easy. Tracking him hadn't been so hard, and when she had heard the screams in the distance--

Shit shit shit shit. Liane once stabbed a dragon in the head! But when the mage had-- twisted the templar like that, and the blood had started to flow-- She had made a sound. Stepped back in disgust. And now...

She could attack. But against a blood mage, that could go either way. And he might just kill the templar outright.

She could run. But-- no, she would not be hard to catch, now that her presence was known. And besides, she wasn't just going to leave that man.

So that didn't leave many options.

Liane swallowed the lump in her throat, slowly stepping out of the undergrowth, hands held in front of her. "Don't-- hurt him."

#crookedmaleficus #(Hi! Hope it's alright that I answered this!)

lianeofthegrey

+stillplayingtheman

stillplayingtheman

"I should hope that’s the case, yes. Otherwise, the mages have it even worse than I had assumed” She gave a quick smile, arms loosening and coming to relax at her sides before the grin slipped. “Life as a mage in Ferelden is not one to be pined for, in truth. Most find the tower more of a prison than a haven - the events there were naught but inevitable, in my opinion” She’d read so many scripts written by mage scholars on the topic of life in the circle that sometimes it was difficult to remember she had never actually lived in one herself. The plight of the mages was one close to her heart, nevertheless.

"But I cannot speak much for what life must be like in an alienage. Perhaps it depends on the person, weather they’d rather be a well cared for prisoner or poverty stricken but free… You’ve seen both lifestyles, though. Which do you think you’d prefer?"

Maeva shook her head some, with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Oh, it’s no problem! It’s difficult not to be serious in times like this. Perhaps we’d ought to ask her? I’m sure she does, knowing many of the tales out there - it would certainly lighten the mood in camp” She gave a small smile, propping herself off of the tree she’d been leaning on.

lianeofthegrey

Liane nodded, a sigh escaping her lips. "Guess so..." She leaned back, resting her weight on her palms. "I'm not sure if I'd call living in the alienage 'freedom.' It's my home, and I love everyone there, but... Well, it keeps us in as much as it keeps others out. It's-- complicated. Though I hear not all alienages are like Denirem's." She shrugged, another smile spreading across her face that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"I think I prefer the alienage, though. I'd rather be with my family. Got a better view of the sky, too, even if it smells!" She laughs. "What about you? How's the circle compare to where you grew up?" Sneaky Liane, trying to get Maeva's history out of her.

#stillplayingtheman