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@lordseekerlambert
( ⚔ ) AURCREAN
Sharp eyes watched the other’s movements as a predator would its prey--carefully and with familiarity. An eagle knew the movements of a skittish mouse just as Lambert knew the tell-tale signs of a mage. Never were their indications other than a staff or tome, but he knew. Though this had not been the first time their paths had crossed, as fleeting as their initial meeting might have been. A time when they were both much younger with much more faith in the world. Had he known then what he did now.
Introductions were made by a third party, but none were rightly needed. The whole of Thedas knew Ferelden’s hero by name, though the moment his first and last names were spoken, the former-Lord Seeker bowed his head respectfully, and a rumble of rough syllables reverberated from the depth of his chest:
“A pleasure, miss Amell.”
I tried to silence him, but the fucking salt lick requires to be heard today apparently. So like for a starter of varying lengths?
I tried to silence him, but the fucking salt lick requires to be heard today apparently. So like for a starter of varying lengths?
THE FUCKING SALT LICK IS BACK! EVERYONE REJOICE!
Kill me? You can try.
Yasuo (via weagueofwegends)
lordseekerlambert started following you
smooches to combat the salt
Mumbles something incoherent and settles considerably.
SALT INTENSIFIES
Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.
Princess Arianne Martell (via mihtrandir)
BI rthDay biRTHY DA Y BIRTH MANS BIR TH HAPPY BIRTH
is2g u 2 omg
Casually throws grapes at the back of the Seeker's head. Annoyance Skill raises by +2
DO YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME?
Hammer town
did you mean: Armour by Lambert?
[grandclericfrancesca]
A letter found its way onto the Lord Seeker’s desk. It was wrapped in a plain envelope, yet the paper was expensive and smelled faintly of sage and incense. There was no sender on it. Just the words “confidential - read when alone” were written in beautiful cursive on the envelope. Whoever brought the letter into the office, made an effort to hide it well among the reports the Lord Seeker would have to go through this evening.
The content of the letter was… troublesome.
It was well into the evening when Lambert was able to return to his chambers. The sun had long-since sunk beneath the horizon, and the torches just beyond his office had been lit. With an imposing creak, the massive doors leading inward had been pushed open and promptly closed, and it was through the dark that he navigated the tidy confines of his space, lighting a candle upon the desk. Settling then, the Lord Seeker sifted about his work for a short while, and only when he was about to retire for the evening did a particular letter stand out amidst the rest.
It was torn open and read, features twisting in the subtlest of fashions. Only when he was done reviewing the contents was the article put aside and replaced with a quill and some paper. With immediate urgency did the utensil dip into a nearby inkpot, splashing ebony drops across the bottom of the page as he went about writing an immediate, forthcoming reply.
alliteratioapperition:
Head tilted, over sized hat lifting just enough to show eyes behind blond scraggy hair- darkened by greed and fractured by desire. He could no longer deny what Lambert claimed him to be- he had been slipping for so long. Whole hollowing to nothing; gnawing, chewing, crunching, gnawing gnawing empty hungry– the command from the former seeker broke the train of thought and need.
❝His strong enchantments failing, His towers of fear in wreck, His limbecks dried of poisons And the knife at his neck…
Let’s play Hide and Seek. I know the perfect playground.❞
His grip around the hilt belonging to the short blade tightened and squeezed. Now would be too easy, too soon--expected. The rusted dagger was withdrawn about an inch before decidedly being pushed back beneath the leather belt and concealed against his hip.
But was the iconic weapon even required at all when he could suck the very life it stole from its lungs with little more than a firm grasp around the neck? He commanded again, syllables both echoing off the vaulted walls and reflecting the very thing he hissed but moments earlier.
“I said enough!”
hardlynxble:
“And it is clear all you do is add tinder to the pyre you wish to see it burn upon. I will make one thing perfectly clear Lord Seeker, I will do what is best, as I am sure you will.”
“On the contrary madame, I am called here to do what has not been done, and that is to douse the flames before they spread. I will do what is right, rather than what you believe to be fair and just.