fenedhis.

your name is samahl and some would argue that your life is a joke, a game, a cruel game to be played. those people forget that with laughter comes hope, hope for better days. hope for better things. she named you samahl so your laughter would carry you through life. though all the blood, tears, and scars. you're laughing. you're always laughing.

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acxlyte:

    “Magic.” Valeriu remarked snidely, a smile cracking upon his features. “No, but really, it’s more complicated than that – however, I don’t want to sit here and explain it, unless you’re in the mood to swap life stories. Otherwise, just assume it was magic.”

  ❛ ah, the answer to everything, ❜ samahl remarks with the faintest laugh. sometimes she wished she had the skill to cast it, and maybe if she had things would have been different. her brows raise as she leans back against the wall.                ❛ i’ve got a few hours to kill, do you? ❜

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    ❛ not now, this trap is going to be amazing. it’s gonna make the victim void themselves. perfect for nobles who need to be torn from their pedestal! ❜

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   ❛ usually, when i’m approached by the inquisition, it’s the two of you. what could you possibly need from me? ❜

( @samahll ; sc. )

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    ❛ you’re of the imperium, but you’re an elf. but you hold rank.     ━━how, by the tits of andraste, did you manage that? ❜

( @acxlyte ; sc. )

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   ❛ i swear, some of these nobles ━━ right?    they’re of the mind this is a soiree rather than a fort meant for a war. ❜

( @hillraised ; sc. )

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out. sneaky little starter call!

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               hey there, do you like elves? do you like girls who challenge authority by humiliating nobles with traps and getting their knives dirty? do you admire ancient elves that tried to defy their gods and ended up getting scarred for it? do you enjoy rogues who happen to be artificers with backgrounds in sabotage?  do characters that laugh too hard, and too loud while they’re committing these acts sound appealing to you? if you answered yes to any or all of these, let me introduce you to one of the founders of the friends of red jenny; samahl! feel free like or reblog this post and i’ll check out your blog! 

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               hey there, do you like elves? do you like girls who challenge authority by humiliating nobles with traps and getting their knives dirty? do you admire ancient elves that tried to defy their gods and ended up getting scarred for it? do you enjoy rogues who happen to be artificers with backgrounds in sabotage?  do characters that laugh too hard, and too loud while they’re committing these acts sound appealing to you? if you answered yes to any or all of these, let me introduce you to one of the founders of the friends of red jenny; samahl! feel free like or reblog this post and i’ll check out your blog! 

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"I see we both have a shared love for the word fenedhis. You've impeccable taste, friend."

   a smile, warm as ever curves it’s way onto full lips. her eyes flutter for a moment as she lands on a woman. she’s not a familiar face, but her features scream of elvish blood, which is as close to familiarity as she’s going to get. she straightens, but it doesn’t matter much because as tall as she tries to make herself, she’s still too small for her own good.   ❛ it’s nice that someone recognizes the old language beyond songs and prayers. ❜

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out. okay the soundtracks of my muses:

leliana: seven devils by f+tm, ain’t no grave by johnny cash, the wolves by angel haze mihra: sugarbread by soap&skin, hellfire by barns courtney, the wolf by fever ray. then there’s samahl. samahl: aersol can by major lazer, sabotage by beastie boys, and without me by eminem.

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out. sneaky little starter call!

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   samahl is sneaking to the best of her ability, but subterfuge has never been her strongest suit. it is a skill, sure, and it’s even in her skillset but no - it’s not a talent she’s particularly keen on, and oh, how she blunders in the darkness. she’s trying to leave a note and the herbs she’s stolen a bit earlier on the workbench, but then she’s caught and oh.

( @asomniari ; sc. )

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small samahl headcanons.

she has a habit of stealing food, particularly fruit and pastries. especially cookies. like, if this girl was a dragon, she would hoard sweets. in her inquisition verse, this is commonly when iron bull is flirting with one of the tavern girls. it’s not that she doesn’t have the coin for it, it’s the thrill.

her conscience at some point or another sparks up and she ends up leaving a sack of gold coins in their main workspace.

she looks upon the elves in the alienage more favorably than the dalish. sure, the people in the alienage don’t know any better, and neither do the dalish but there’s something so soul crushing about the latter. they worship old gods and anything involving the evanuris makes sam’s skin crawl.

one of her best friends is an apostate names nils who much like jowan in dragon age: origins destroyed his phylactery and fled to the hills. he did it on his own, and they became fast friends. he lives on his own somewhere near the emprise du lion and samahl visits him regularly. he is a maleficar, but sam finds no wrongdoing inherent in blood magic.

speaking of which: she’s very, very opinionated on blood magic and mages in general. her exact feelings on tranquilizing mages is this ‘if you make a mage tranquil, it’s not the mage that has failed, but the circle and their elders who failed them.’

the idea of making people unable to connect with the fade to her is criminal and she detests the mere notion that it is seen as necessary or even okay.

she’s at odds with organized religion in general, but is no doubt spiritual.

the dalish asked of her vallaslin, and when she claimed that her vallaslin belonged to no one but the wind itself they grew mortified. it was at that moment she knew that she had nothing in common with the ‘true’ elves as they’re now known.

that being said, the alienage welcomed her with open arms and an open heart - particularly the one in denerim. it was there that she started the red jenny’s, after seeing what happened to tabris and the purge that followed.

she really hates lemon flavored anything.

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also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu

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            ❛ warden, ❜ samahl blurts out quickly, her eyes darting to the corridor on the left. the halls here are nightmarish; long and crowded. she can hear the blighted monstrosities voices echo off walls; darkspawn. there are legions of them everywhere and they’re looking for a lone dwarf lady who’d been foolish enough to come down here.  ❛ i think there might be something this way. if you can handle the stench. ❜

( @daggersandpoison ; sc. )

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❛ That’ll do, Donkey. That’ll do. ❜

✧ — SHREK SENTENCE STARTERS.

accepting.

  ❛ did you just call me a donkey? i’d be careful. ❜

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               hey there, do you like elves? do you like girls who challenge authority by humiliating nobles with traps and getting their knives dirty? do you admire ancient elves that tried to defy their gods and ended up getting scarred for it? do you enjoy rogues who happen to be artificers with backgrounds in sabotage?  do characters that laugh too hard, and too loud while they’re committing these acts sound appealing to you? if you answered yes to any or all of these, let me introduce you to one of the founders of the friends of red jenny; samahl! feel free like or reblog this post and i’ll check out your blog!