Champion of The Just

“There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.” ― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire Submit through Offerings of The Month. Ask through Scented Parchments. Commander Cullen of the Inquisition's Forces—Penned by Xiao Kai since 23rd March, 2017.

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Hiatus (14/4/17)

It has come to my attention that I am no longer able to sustain a consistent upkeep of activity on this blog due to external circumstances at present time. I’ll be checking on this blog every now and then, however. Replies may come in a rather disappointing and erratic pattern. I must offer my apologies for those who have looked forward to see the best of this blog. Please do not hesitate to drop a message in my inbox during my absence. I will eventually attend to them as I see fit. Best regards.

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Daniel Řeřicha - Forest road

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sociopcthiic:

The little stutter had him chuckling lowly, finding it rather adorable how apparently flirting made this man uncomfortable. August would have to remember that, see what other little things he could pull out.

That would be for later, however. If there was a later, depending on how long or short this scouting mission would be.

“Oh, I’m sure he’s a good guy. Just… lookin’ to have some fun, maybe. In these times,” August paused a moment to point up to the big green hole in the sky, “I wouldn’t really blame him. But yeah, it’s not really a problem. There’s worse things I could be doin’ with my time.” It was rather… weird to be helping someone with no real ulterior motives. Honestly? August was just bored. He needed something to do while his brother was off in different bars, doing whatever he was doing. Probably schmoozing some poor soul out of his coin.

Ah, but there came that word. The one word that made August’s shoulders tense up, and his green eyes scan the area quickly for his brother. Nothing—good. He needed to keep it that way. He’d spent far too much time keeping his mage brother away from templars for it to be ruined by the one act of kindness that August has done in years. He masked his sudden awareness, however, keeping his cool as he walked towards the docks. “Didn’t like you becomin’ a templar or somethin’?” Maybe he didn’t become one. There wasn’t much of a chance, it seemed, if the way he dressed was anything to go by.

“That’s… quite the title you have there,” the warrior couldn’t help but chuckle out. “I’m afraid I have nowhere near that nice of a title. I’m… August. And that’s about it. But hey, don’t worry about it. You could be a noble from Orlais, after all. They aren’t able to find their way to the bathroom without a diamond-glazed path to lead them there.”

Cullen noticed the sudden tension in the other’s behavior which caused him to arch up a single eyebrow at the frantic search that followed. Although the mention of his title could be intimidating to people every now and then, the man before him didn’t seem to be a threat on the surface. He must exercise some form of caution to prevent a preemptive assault from happening, however. One could only trust so much of the words coming from a complete stranger.

Clearing his throat in an attempt to clear the tension in the air, Cullen raised a gloved hand and rubbed his own stubbled chin. The three-days old of whiskers on his facial accentuated a certain degree of maturity and masculine charm most uncommon to a full-fledged man.

“I was the Knight-Commander of the Templar Order in Kirkwall,” he answered with a hint of hesitancy in his tone. The title itself was just as impressive as his current reputation, but the series of unfortunate events which had transpired at the other side of the Waking Sea left very little to be desired nor mentioned at all. The presumption of him hailing from Orlais, however, had completely erased any vestige of grim from his face and only to be replaced with a loud, imminent chuckle. “I’m afraid I’m not from Orlais. Not at all,” he snorted in a failing attempt to suppress his laughter. “I am also not a noble whatsoever. I have no title outside of the Inquisition. I am just an ordinary man from Honnleath.” It was not something that he had ever regretted. One could only hope so much to live an ordinary life in a chaotic time such as this.

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spcteful:

SHE WAS taken back by his acceptance, surprise flashing in her eyes as she did a small bow. Hair sliding downwards, resting on either side of her face. Her eyes closed as a SMALL plea escaped her throat. 

            “If your men could spare as many as possible, I would be even MORE grateful. These Wardens are confused, and I know they too would be grateful later if spared presently.”

“That is up for debate,” he remarked sternly, “Josephine did brought to my attention that some of these Wardens would be sympathetic to our cause. Pray that they are not too blinded by their irrationality. I’ll attempt my best to spare as many as possible, provided they are not cutting down my soldiers like absolute madmen.”

Cullen shifted his gaze from the maiden to the window and blew out a quiet sigh, appearing to be in deep thought.

“There’s... always more, doesn’t it?”

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sociopcthiic:

“Ah, I’ve never heard of him. Been around here a few times, but it seems people lately have come and go a lot more since the nice hole in the sky appeared,” August rambled slightly, looking around to see if he could catch sight of anyone who could appear just as lost as this… poor soul next to him looked.

When August looked over after a moment of silence, he saw the rapid blinking—something that made him frown slightly, but never said a word. He knew the look all too well—trying to pull your mind out of memories and back into the present. Rhys had to pull him out every once in a while. He stayed quiet, allowing this strange man to have his little… moment.

However, the moment didn’t last long. August laughed somewhat loudly, raising up both his hands slightly from their crossed position. “I have to admit, my own brother gets rather agitated with me for that exact same reason, so it’d be hard for me to place judgement on your brother for it.”

The strawberry blond man placed his arms down with a small shrug, looking around once more. “I haven’t seen anyone around of your description—trust me, I’d have noticed someone as handsome as you walkin’ through the place. I could, uh, help you on your little adventure to find your brother, if you want. I’m not exactly doin’ anything important.”

“I, uh..” Stammering, as always, for Cullen was never prepared for flirting that came out from unsuspecting corners. Though he may experienced a moment of inner conflict, and thankfully not a wild one at that, he managed to recollect his slipping demeanor and merely nodded his head slowly at the other man’s offer of momentary companionship in the search for his brother.

“I.. Thank you. Another pair of eyes to spot my troublesome brother could be useful,” he stated and breathed out a small sigh. At a time like this, he would certainly appreciate the assistance of the Nightingale’s eyes in pinpointing an exact location of where Branson could be, but he would rather not get his family involved with the Inquisition, not to mention that Leliana could easily spot the pitiful soul of a lost puppy in his eyes just from a mere glance of his visage upon requesting for her help.

“Let’s start searching at the docks,” he suggested as his boots carried him down the streets, marching down the small hill right past the gallant statue of Andraste. “Branson liked the docks. When we were just children, he tried to push me into the water when I told him I wanted to be a templar.” A small chuckle spilled from the commander’s mouth upon reminiscing the fond memories of a mirthful childhood that he had. There was a moment of realization that he had yet to properly introduce himself to his newfound company.

“Forgive me... I’m Commander Cullen Rutherford of the Inquisition’s forces. I admit it is rather embarrassing that a man of such title could not even locate his one and only brother in the village of Redcliffe...”

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The Chant of Light

Cosmogenesis & First Sin

The High Priest of Beauty, Architect of the Works of Beauty, designed Every work and wonder of the Imperium according to the plans of his god. To him, the Conductor went in secret, armed With the whisper of Silence.

[…]

So the High Priest of Beauty returned to the Conductor of Silence And promised him all the skill of Beauty’s designs In reaching the Golden City.

But the designs of Beauty’s High Priest demanded more. No small sacrifice would open the gate. And so, the High Priest of Silence went forth again. To the Watchman of Night, and the Forgewright of Fire, To the Appraiser of Slavery, and the Augur of Mystery, And last of all to the Madman of Chaos The words of Silence were revealed.

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got the assignment in my medieval art class to create a parody illuminated manuscript so of course I drew the Chant of Light haha… referenced the Rothschild Canticles for the design

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            “COMMANDER, IF I may add-” A pause. 

            “These men and women you plan to fight are simple Wardens, and are likely to stick to older tactics against Inquisition soldiers. I can file a report on Warden battle-training that will help your men.” 

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“Is that so?” Cullen mused for a moment as a gloved hand rubbed his own stubbled chin with deliberation. “Very well. Our soldiers should be well-prepared in facing whatever tactics that our opponents intend to throw at our ways. I shall look forward to your report.”

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dorianism:

“Everyone should have a thing, as you say, for public baths,” Dorian commented flippantly with a wave of his hand. “Why, some of the most important events in Tevinter history were decided in public baths. Don’t think of it as a den of nudity or waterpark of debauchery or whatever tawdry drivel you think you heard about it.  Think of it more as a parlour, of sorts. Only one where everyone is naked and steaming and oiled up. It’s a team-building exercise. Yes.”

“Parlour leaves very little to the imagination, I’m afraid,” he breathed out a soft sigh and shook his head lightly with small disapproval. “I would rather have my men spend most of their time training rather than ogling at each other’s... bottom. Maker forbid what will happen if there were over two-hundred naked men cramped together in a very limited space... Again, you should bring this matter to the attention of the Inquisitor. Pray that he’ll cave in to such.. thought.”

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[princessvicky01]

I wonder what his favourite book is?

[forever-dreaming-cullen]

Probably something about calibrating trebuchets.

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dragon age aesthetics: cullen rutherford

[mrnicholas]

Note to self: work on how to paint armor because problems. XD  Ah well. On to Dorian!

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sociopcthiic:

As amusing as it was to watch this man aimlessly stumble around the area, August figured he should still at least offer some help. Hell, maybe he’d get a little gold or something a little more from the entire deal, but he doubted it. Still, a man could dream, right?

August leaned up against the building, quickly sizing up this lost man to see where to hit if he tried anything. Deeming him not a threat, he crossed his arms over his chest with a small laugh. “Who are you supposed to be lookin’ for? They could be in the bar over there, or maybe hidin’ out down by the market.” One arm uncrossed to wave in a general direction in reference to where he was speaking, then immediately crossed once he was done.

“I’ve been around a couple times, I might’ve seen ‘em. What do they look like? If they look anything like you, they’ve for sure caught my eye.”

“A young man by the name of Branson,” he said in a hopeful tone which would not go amiss even to the deafened ears. “He’s my... brother.” There was hesitancy in his voice when he spoke of the relationship between him and the man that he was looking for. He had always been hesitant to speak about his family; hesitant to even bring up the fact that he still had a family. He was not the man that he knew before---would his brother and sisters note that at first glance? He had aged, worn-out, sometimes agitated of himself, for being the only templar to walk out alive from the fall (destruction) of the Circle at Kinloch Hold---

Stop.

Cullen snapped back into reality and blinked his eyes in rapid succession. There was a sigh---a frustrated one at that. A gloved hand reached behind to rub the back of his head as if to ease the non-existent ache that he would always easily mistaken as a throbbing headache.

He had stopped taking lyrium for months now. The memories were coming back to him.

Nevertheless, like a man of honor and stature, Cullen regained his composure and shook his head. 

“Forgive me,” he muttered under his breath. “Branson and I are supposed to gather here before heading to the local tavern. If I find out that he’s off skirt-chasing some lass elsewhere...” More incessant grumbling coming from him, before he realized that he was offered help which he was most grateful of.

“I.. do not mean to trouble you with my problems, sir. I shall continue my search, alone. But if you’ve seen any sightings of a young man with curly blond hair of... considerably familiar hue or fashion, please, by all means, tell me.”

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DA:I Scenery

↳ The Hinterlands

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          “You look rather… LOST here in Redcliffe. You lookin’ for someone or somethin’? Tryin’ to find your way around? And honestly, it’s not so cold you need that GIANT fur… THING around your shoulders.”

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He would be damned to not admit the slightest bit of the fact that he was indeed.. lost as proclaimed by this man whom approached him. The distraught expression that he wore throughout his aimless stumbling in search of a certain person at a certain location was evidential enough to prove such truth. Cullen could only scratch the back of his head in a sheepish manner before curtly nodding his head (in shameful acknowledgment) that he was indeed.. lost.

“It appears that seems to be the case,” he muttered in a quiet tone, hoping that it was audibly clear enough for the other man to hear, but not loud enough for any passerby to hear of his embarrassment. “I am here looking for someone but it doesn’t seem like they are going to appear anytime soon...”

He knew for a fact that he was here to meet up with his brother, Branson, but knowing how elusive the younger Rutherford could be, his search for the missing man-in-action proved to be futile thus far.

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“I’m here to set things right. Also? To look dashing. That part’s less difficult.”

             ❝ I assure you that you have one of those things mastered     I’m not going to tell you which one. ❞

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“Are you going to play coy with me now, Dorian?” A small chuckle slipped past the commander’s lips, easily finding ironic humor of the fact that he himself could potentially partake in setting things right simply by looking pretty. “I believe that as the commander of the Inquisition’s forces, I have the obligation to learn the rights and wrongs of my leadership by hearing them from others—including yours.”