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[fadedjustice]

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   “You have my sincerest apologies. I only sought to understand, not cause you pain. I will ponder a more appropriate topic.”

[wardenforaking]

Don't you dare touch them!

“It’s alright, Mien.” Alistair spoke as the Warden held his dear friend back whilst staring down the Templar in front. He knew soon enough their run would soon come to an end as he stepped forward and offered himself.

“It’s me you want.” He spoke offering his hands for the Templar lad to detain him. “Just let her go.” He asked in motion toward Mien.

[unliikelyscholar]

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scars

An emotional scar is the death of her mother. Dagna was very young when it happened, and she remembers little of her mother, aside from hands with hard skin but a gentle touch, a sweet singing voice and jewels in her hair. She wishes very dearly that she could have gotten to keep her mother a while longer, and she will always feel wistful when speaking of her, or thinking of mothers in general. If her mother had alived, perhaps Dagna would still have the family she was born into, perhaps her father would have been more accepting, perhaps - and this is her wildest fantasy, even beyond one day going into the Fade - perhaps they would have gone to the Surface with her. And she wouldn’t feel so alone at times.

[leashedfury]

“…hell of a fight.” [hello there]

“An understatement,” Xander replies, sheathing his sword and wiping blood off of his face with the back of his hand. “Maker, where’d you learn to wield a sword? I didn’t think the Circles taught their mages how to use blades.”

[idiedinthedark-blog]

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“Maker’s sanctified balls,” she swore under her breath at Cole’s insistence on staying. But there was no time for her to continue arguing over it, not when another set of demons were getting set to flank them both.

She turned to face this new group. After quickly twirling her sword like a regular mage would a staff before certain castings, she pointed the blade at this new group and sent a chain of lightning that arced from one to the next and so on.

He was neither unsettled by her irritation nor by the oncoming tide of demons. He merely melted, seemed to dissolve into the fade-lit cloak that could hide him from their enemies, darted forward alongside the her lightning blasts and threw himself into the fray.

Fighting demons...he could feel their existence so keenly that it almost hurts; spirits were quiet but demons howled, especially on this side of the Veil where everything pierced them with reality. But he fought his hardest; he was needed to help, after all.

One of the lightning arcs glanced itself off the metal of his sword, lit the air around him in a violent, brilliant explosion that nearly lifted him off his feet. It didn’t hurt him -- magic knew friends and enemies better than some people did -- but it made his hair stand on end under his hat.

[keranofkirkwall-blog]

@ashortblade

The young man stands in the alley, with a calm expression, a hand on his blade, the shield in his left arm and his back to the wall.

He is calm, not stupid.

He is dressed in a common kind of heavy armour but subtle touches had been added by an expert blacksmith making it both stronger and less constricting. The sword and shield the youngster has are similarly of good quality, but without symbols.

All has been... blackened, as not to shown off the glimmer of metal.

Keran waits patiently for the woman he had been told is going to come.

From the Grey Warden.

[helpforwherethehurtis]

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“Rough hands ruin soft things to the touch. Why do they have to snag and catch?”

[mackleford-blog]

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When would they tell a lie?

I can’t really see Cullen lying to people. If he were to tell a lie to someone, it would most likely be a white lie, or to spare someones feelings. 

That being said, he probably lies to himself a lot. Not so much in Inquisition but in Kirkwall. I think, a lot of the times he knew the things he was doing was wrong. He just told himself over and over so many times that it was for the good of the people that he actually began to believe it.