𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐸𝐷𝐴 𝐴𝐸𝐷𝑈𝐶𝐴𝑁

indie, mutuals only, 18+ 

[stonecarved]

this is an independent / mutuals only / 18+ / multi everything blog for a FEMALE AEDUCAN (DWARF NOBLE) WARDEN from DRAGON AGE, portrayed by emily  (27,  she/her,  est).

CHARACTER INFORMATION

SEREDA’S WORLD STATE / For roleplay purposes, this is flexible. I’m happy to adjust it to make plots work. If you write a canon character, I will assume nothing and adapt to your preferences. 

OTHER VERSES: Inquisition / Non Hero of Ferelden Warden / Queen of Orzammar / Legion of the Dead

RELATIONSHIP INTEREST TRACKER

MULTI: @worthyhearts

DISCORD (MUTUALS ONLY): emily / stonecarved#9140

INDEFINITE SEMI-HIATUS but i’m always logged in.

[aelathehvntress-a]

an independent, private roleplay for aela the huntress from skyrim.    rules  biography ©

[little-green-rp-memes]

Give my muse something (an animal, food, a weapon, anything!) and see their reaction!

[ojibwa]

[memesbymak]

Send 🌊 or “swimming lessons” to teach my muse how to swim!

[stonecarved]

@valourie​ wrote: Andraste, hovering over a prone Sereda, applying a poultice to a very nasty looking Genlock wound. "You'd think, with all that armor on, you'd be tougher to puncture, my dear... Or is it purely so the little bird can rest on you when she's tired?"

Another day, another scar. A gash splits the flesh of her shoulder, its edges jagged and angry, the surrounding skin caked with blood. They’ve been short on coin since she gave most of it away in Redcliffe. She insisted every copper left went towards necessities and properly outfitting her companions, leaving her at the mercy of cheap armour. Perhaps the Aeducan arrogance is at play, but the hardy dwarf is certain she could emerge from battle victorious even with only her smallclothes on.  

She winces as Andraste applies the poultice, but then as it begins to soothe, a sigh falls from chapped lips. How remarkably trusting she has become. “Surely I’m more comfortable without the armour,” she says, though the memory of Leliana falling asleep on her while they take the night watch has her insides in a flutter. Red hair against grey iron, heavy eyelides, pretty lips parted just so...

[sawasawako-archived]

characters who have an unwavering sense of duty my beloved

[sawasawako-archived]

stop stop it’s going to turn into a fatal flaw!

[stonecarved]

hello!! i’m back and mostly starting fresh. if you’ve written me a starter at any point or i’ve replied to a thread in the last month or two, i plan on replying. also, if you owe me a reply and want to continue, go ahead! i’m just tired of looking at the same drafts from months ago.

consider this a plotting call! memes never expire either.

[stonecarved]

hello!! i’m back and mostly starting fresh. if you’ve written me a starter at any point or i’ve replied to a thread in the last month or two, i plan on replying. also, if you owe me a reply and want to continue, go ahead! i’m just tired of looking at the same drafts from months ago.

consider this a plotting call! memes never expire either.

[centurion-2010]

[orchestrahearts]

@stonecarved liked the thing

A snicker.

Mel knew that Dwarves existed. Of course she knew. But she'd also never seen one… standing next to a very large dog.

"Is that your companion or your steed?"

[stonecarved]

The two were night and day. Paragon barked happily, declaring himself her companion, while Sereda glared. Simmered. What she lacked in height, she made up for in spirit. 

“He’s my war dog.”

[stonecarved]

i added a legion of the dead verse for sereda! instead of finding duncan after she’s exiled to the deep roads, she encounters and joins the legion. 

[stonecarved]

i have come to the conclusion that sereda can’t swim but pretends she can. 

[a-byronic-heroine]

@stonecarved

Kly shoved the now dead darkspawn off of her with a grunt. She wheezed as she clambered to her feet and stood slowly. “Remind me again why I agreed to wander the ploughing Deep Roads with you, warden,” she snapped as she worked to wipe away the black sticky blood.

She hated it down here. Her skin was constantly crawling with the sense that she was being watched. It was dark and smelled of decay. And it was so easy to get lost. There were thousands of little paths and spaces diverting from the main road, many connecting and looping in one big circle. The hurlock that attacked her came from one of these little offshoots. It grabbed her leg and started trying to drag her off into the dark. Thankfully, she was close enough to Warden Aeducan for her to hear her ungainly squeak before she hit the ground.

[stonecarved]

“My wit and charm?” Sereda grins, sheathing her sword against her back. She’s never been happier to see the Deep Roads. The darkspawn infested tunnels are a reprieve from Orzammar politics, from Bhelen and his fools. Kinslayer, the people call her now. She should be their queen...

But she has a new, noble purpose that offers her opportunity to deny Bhelen the crown as well. When they find Branka, she’ll run his name through the dirt while he sits in his palace, arrogant and foolish, believing she’s working for him.

“You are okay? You didn’t swallow any blood?”

[stonecarved]

thinking about sereda having a nephew she’s never met and making sure he and rica are taken care of after the blight.

[worthyhearts-a]

still very much a wip but find everyone and more here! sereda is staying where she is.

[stonecarved]

valourie​:

    “Believe me, all stories tend to follow the same rules. What makes them unique is how they’re told. It’s also a good thing we’re not in Orzammar at current, hm? I don’t know how you’d live with yourself if you had me killed for acknowledging how I adore you.”

“And none tell a better tale than you, of course. You know I couldn’t live with myself, I hope? That I would have forsaken pride and caste for your adoration? I would—Ancestors, I would do anything for you, Leliana.”