Both a blessing and a curse, really.

Indie Dragon Age rp blog for Lo Amell.  Multiverse, 'ship, and OC friendly  Note:  This is an AU.  She's both the Hero of Ferelden and the Herald of Andraste/Inquisitor.

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Blood of the Graves

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“….I’m fine.”

The protest was automatic, though there were plenty of old wounds on the woman that cried out to the contrary. And… if she was going to be completely honest, maybe a room with a soft bed might be a nice change of pace for a few days–

“…Fine.”

She made the word sound like she doing the Inquisitor a favor.

“Now, can you get these guys to let me go….?”

Despite the fact that she would most likely fall on her arse when left to  her own devices, but her shoulders were beginning to ache, and it seemed a fair enough trade off.

Lo looked at the pair of guards before gesturing for them to let the elf go.  They hesitated for a moment before doing so and Lo stood, quickly moving off the dais should the other woman need the support.

“You’ll need food and rest, at least.”  She was hovering, she knew, but now that her Inquisitor duties were taken care of, she could be a healer.  “What’s you name, by the way?”

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“There’s something that is amazing about being an actor because we’re asked to live life as vividly and kinetically and electrically as we possibly can.”

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Liana looked as if she wanted to protest, simply on principle, but as she weighed the mage’s words… there wasn’t much to argue.

The bravado seemed to leak out of the elf as exhaustion started to take its toll– it wasn’t exactly the most healthy of acts, trying to avert capture and using your own blood as fuel – and she shifted her meager weight slightly so that it could lean against one of the men still holding her up.

“–Why?” She finally asked, not demanding. “I’ve given you no reason to trust me. What’s to say I’m not going to just… turn around and leave?”

It was baffling. Was her magic really that important? People really could be idiots.

“Because I want every advantage I can get.  I don’t stop the Blight just so some insane Darkspawn magister thing could destroy it.”  Lo took a moment to relax, rubbing her forehead.

“I’ve studied blood magic.  I know what it’s capable of, but there’s only one thing that can stop it, and I no longer have it.  Have you heard of the phrase ‘fight fire with fire’?  I don’t want to practice blood magic.  I am perfectly happy keeping my knowledge in theory.  I would much rather have someone on my side who is adept at it.  Right now, that is you.  Really, what’s the worst that can happen?  I disappoint more powerful people?  That seems to be a curse of mine.

“By all means, walk away if you’d like.  But I’m offering you a place to stay, a place to do what you like without having to worry about an attack.  Except when we’re out fighting, that is.  And...I can heal your injuries.”

[bluefira]

Long day at the War Table, Curly? I’ve never been satisfied with the way I draw this dude, so let’s see if I can finally get it right. 

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Blood of the Graves

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“Oh! She has fangs too!”

Liana grinned up at both of her captors, suddenly switching from defensive to giddy, but seeing that neither of them were deviating from their stoicism, she sighed.

“It’s been serving me jus’ fine, dunno where you’re gettin’ that whole ‘rule’ shit from.”

Perhaps from the part where she’d been exiled at such a young age, never benefited from any socialisation, and now eked out a semblance of existence in the warring of the Graves. Of course, Liana wasn’t going to tell the woman this, thinking it rather gross she seemed to be parrotting some chantry crap– she knew enough to recognise some  of it.

At the mention of demons, a small smirk spread across the elf’s scarred face, shoulders shaking in her captors’ grasp as she had a silent chuckle. Maybe, maybe this woman would learn just howsome of her more questionable scars were attained.

“So…” She paused, tilting her head to the side as she tried to figure everything out. “How’s that work, ‘xactly? You lock me up ‘til ya need me and I get a hot bowl of somethin’ shoved through the bars…?”

She’d been taken prisoner before, broken her own arm to get out of the binds. Currently, she didn’t seem to think this sounded much different.

The mage went to start in on the whole magic lecture but held back.  No doubt this elf would just ignore her.  Instead, she rolled her eyes.

“I won’t be keeping you as a tool,” she replied.  “You will be a normal member of the Inquisition.  Free to wander Skyhold as you see fit--as long as you don’t, y’know, use blood magic on anyone.  Aside from our enemies of course.  You’re welcome to claim any of the empty rooms as your own.”

Of course, Lo fully expected some of her people to object to this.  But she really didn’t want to become a blood mage and Jowan was proving difficult to locate.  

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((world state has been updated))

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Over my time here, I’ve seen lots of these posts float about in the ether.  As a way to make a more cohesive fandom, I think it’s time to try to approach this and commit again.  I will be making a sideblog with a comprehensive masterlist of all characters in Dragon Age roleplay. Anyone, of course, can participate. When I have made the blog, I will try to update entries as thoroughly as I can. Please be patient and realize sometimes in the time it takes me to do things, new stars have formed.

Reblog to be added.

( Do not like this post, please.  It will simply be confusing! )

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Send me a ‘💬’ to talk to someone from my muse’s past

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send 💕 to just grab my muse & kiss them!

who cares about consequences, kisses all around !!!!!!

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Liana didn’t look away, locking eyes with the other. You didn’t fuck yourself up in body and mind by shying away from a challenge, though she licked her teeth as she considered the offer. A small bit of the child raised Dalish wanted to hold her head high and declare that death would be better than submission.

But that life was a thing of the past, she’d not had anyone to fall onto but herself   in years.

“I’m no pet to be kept because you think I’m fascinating.” She bore her teeth once more, upper lip curling in disgust, but she hadn’t outright denied the offer.

“What’s in it for me, joining your little party?”

And what was there to keep her from simply sauntering off in the night, back to her ‘home’?

The Inquisitor snarled in return, leaning forward.  “Fascinating?  You are an insult to everything we are.  Magic is meant to serve, not rule.”  And gets your best friend kicked out of the Circle.

Lo continued to glare for a moment before relaxing back.  “As for what you’ll get, I offer a safe place.  Well, as safe as it can be what with Corypheus and everything.  But you can have a roof over your head and hot meals.  And if you like fighting...I can offer you all the demons and Venatori you could possibly want.”

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Dear past me,

Dear past me,

After the things I’ve seen, I wouldn’t be surprised if you I we? get this is.  You’re in for quite the adventure.  Both good things and bad things will happen, and I’m almost afraid to tell you about any of it.  As much as I would like for some things not to happen, those things might be important.  I can think of one thing I would love to fix that would drastically change everything.  Or not.  But I like to think the Maker has a plan for us, and that we’re doing His work.

Just remember, in your darkest moment, stay strong.  You’ll make it through.

Lo

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Blood of the Graves

The strange mage gave the Inquisition forces a struggle, darting about the Emerald Graves, ducking into abandoned ruins like one who’d spent most of their life there– for she had. The young woman had been banished from her Clan many years ago, for the disgrace of her magic; blood.

By the time the soldiers had managed to capture her, she had lost enough of it that she was shaking. The strange elf had chosen to drape herself in gauzy, lightweight fabrics that easily ripped– easier to get to skin, should she need more fuel for her own conjuring.

Her body was a battlemap of scars, several of which were fresh upon her arms, dripping behind her back as the men held her in place, before the throne of judgement in Skyhold. There was even a nasty burn upon her face, on the side of her mouth as if she’d kissed something composed of rage and flame.

It made her words all the more menacing, as she snarled and bore her teeth like a wild animal, glowering up at the so-called savior of the world.

“I’ve done nothing to your organisation,” She hissed, making sure to show sharper-than-average canines as she spoke, scar distorting her face in a less flattering way. “Let me go.”

Ambitious demands from someone whose own endeavours had left them swaying where they stood.

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Fingers tapped an irregular beat against the arm of her throne.  She watched the blood mage, torn.  While she still hated maleficars, she had to admit, the woman had skill.

“I can’t let you go,” Lo said quietly, eyes locked with the elf’s.  “You caused my soldiers quite the trouble.”  And it would look bad if she just let a blood mage go.

“However, I would like to give you a choice.  Either you join the Inqusition, or you die.  The Venatori have blood mages, and I would like to have my own.”

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Blackwall doodle. First time drawing a beard, omg it was horrible.

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I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,

I’m sorry that I survived,

And if I could go back in time

You never would have died