#bardstale

[dreadwxlf]

@bardstale​ sent:  “   guilty  men  always  dread  what  they  deserve .   ” (from linni. she's not even talking about him but let's see how he takes it.)

 ~    For a moment, her statement catches him off guard. Linni’s arms are crossed, and she stares off into the distance as she broods. Solas blinks, glancing warily at her. ~

 ~    “ ...The man you are set to judge? ” he asks, almost cautiously. “ Have you decided his fate? ” ~

[higheverlost]

@bardstale || morrigan.

           Morrigan was easily one of the strongest people Ellis had ever had the pleasure of meeting.  Ellis had been at odds with himself for nearly a week now about it. It was a feeling that was easy to ignore initially, pin it on the fact that Morrigan was physically lovely. Ellis would admit that it was in his nature to chase after pretty girls, tossing his heart about at the most receptive option... but Morrigan was quite the opposite of that. In fact, she had made it abundantly clear that she wanted nothing to do with his heart. Unfortunately, it was also in Ellis’ nature to make things more complicated than they need be. 

Before long, he had found himself relying on her counsel more & more. She was practical & cold enough to do what was necessary. She was truly brilliant... which made it particularly infuriating when he started becoming a touch too concerned for her wellbeing in battle. It had been happening more & more lately. Though she was easily one of his most capable companions he always seemed to find her in the corner of his vision. To make sure that she was safe.

Whether it was love or something else, it was getting in the way of battle, his thoughts, his sanity... he actually cared for her. It was not a feeling so easily swallowed. He had been pacing outside of his tent for an hour now, trying to slow his thoughts enough to make some sense of them. They came like a flood, causing his heart to beat a little too hard. Ellis wanted to tear his own hair out in order to stop the invasive & addictive feeling. He had to do something about it. 

She was not a vessel for his good intent, she didn’t need protected. She was willing do whatever it took to survive & Ellis was beginning to fear he would do the same for her. There was an uncomfortable ache in the pit of his chest when he thought of her being hurt. He cared for her well being. It was like something had rooted in his lungs, constricting them every time he glanced across camp at Morrigan’s tent. He had never once denied that she was lovely, but that wasn’t it... He had previously thought himself to be too tired for love, but he may have been too quick to judge. 

He does not think when his feet carry him across camp. He’s sure if he does, he will turn around & find a reason to let the feeling fester until he could not stand to look at her. 

     “ I’d like to discuss something personal. “ his mouth grows dry as he looks her in the eye, imagining what she might say. He lets the words hang uncomfortably in the air for a moment before he continues, almost irritated that he acknowledge it, “ about... us. “

[chaoticadventurers]

I know I know, it's a dnd cliché.

But it's also hilarious.

A player in my campaign is a half dragon who came to be when his dad, a bard, banged the dragon queen. His character was shooketh when he found out lol.

This joke will never not be funny and we both know it.

And really, is your bard even a bard if they don't at least try to bang a dragon once? I'm pretty sure that's part of graduation requirements before they get their college degree. Dragon banging 101. It's a required class no matter what your bardic major is.

[multusxcastalides]

@bardstale​

     “Inquisitor, ‘tis really not necessary to send your men with me, I am able to defend myself if need be,” the witch protested, huffing as the Commander and some of his men filed into the war room of Skyhold. In fact, it would probably take her less time to travel by herself than with all the soldiers. Slowly, arms crossed over her chest and she gave the men an exasperated look. It was quite clear that none of them wanted to travel together, and especially the look on Cullen Rutherford’s face spoke volumes. A look probably mirrored on her own features.

     “I don’t care,” the leader of the Inquisition replied. “You are one of our most important assets. Cullen is my best soldier. These men have been handpicked by him. I won’t let you make that whole journey by yourself. You can either take Cullen and his men with you, or I can’t allow you to leave.”

     Morrigan glowered at him, her jaw setting and, for a moment, it seemed like she was going to disagree. “Fine,” she finally gave in. They were going to all have to work together, so she had little choice in the matter. Celine would not be pleased if she aggravated the Inquisition and its Inquisitor, so it left her little choice. “Fine, I shall take your Commander and his men. You have my thanks.” She inclined her head in a small curtsy, before turning her attention on the Commander himself.

     “Are you ready to leave, ser? Or do you need time to gather your things?” She had been about to leave when she had been called back by the Inquisitor, so her horse and her pack-mule were ready for the journey. She hoped she would not have to wait too long for this escort.

[trustinginthelight]

@bardstale​

Ah, Afsaana-- how he really didn’t care for the place, but at least it wasn’t the most horrible place to stop. After all, at least they had the decency to have a brothel. Travelling alone had been taking doing a number on him. He was missing his muse, and that would typically leave him attempting to find inspiration in other places.

Within the company of gorgeous women usually did the trick.

Even just approaching the place, he could see the growing queue of gents eager to waste their coin on the company of the women inside. He’d be waiting for a while, it seemed. That was fine, he was sure. He could entertain himself in the time he waited to get his pick the darling ladies working today. It’d even be a blessing, perhaps. He’d get his chance to get a good look at some of them before he’d have to make his choice.

Entering the building, he finally saw the extent of it. Must’ve been a tough day for some of these lads, apparently. Bringing his lute from his back to his front, he would settle against a wall and start to pluck at the strings. Nothing amazing, or anything like that. He didn’t expect to be getting any coin from here, after all. He needn’t take from the business of this... lovely place, and instead at least encourage them to head toward the tavern near the end of the night.

Getting a good look at some of the women as other were finishing their sessions, he was already unsure who he’d choose. All of them were astoundingly beautiful in his eyes-- and he really was an indecisive man at times. Perhaps a drop of personality from one of them would help him decide.

[freedomscall-aa]

@bardstale​​ | athelya tabris | starters

❝ Commander, is it REALLY true that you faced a portion of the whole Blight with that SURLY, DRUNK LITTLE DWARF at your side? Were you never afraid that he'd get too close one day, during one of his DRUNKEN STUPORS, and accidentally LOB your whole leg off mid battle with that greatsword of his? ❞

Considering the mage's tone, one could easily believe him to be joking as he made this inquiry BUT--- there was a certain HESITANCE in the way he framed it. In the way a single corner of his mouth tweaked nervously as he waited for the rogue's reply. Almost as though this thought had already struck him once before.

[multusxcastalides]

@bardstale​

     When he looked over his shoulder, squinted a little, and kept the sun out of his eyes, he could just see the Korcari Wilds in the distance. And maybe that shape that was a little darker than the rest of the darkness, maybe that was the Tower of Ishal, but he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t be sure, it was too far away. He kept glancing back over his shoulder until he nearly tripped over his own feet, after which he turned his attention forward again. A quick glance to Morrigan to make sure she hadn’t seen, before he took a couple of quick steps forward, moving closer to his fellow Warden.

     “Athelya?” He fell into step with the elven woman who was, beside him of course, the only Warden left in Ferelden. “Are you okay?” There had been a certain tension between the two of them from the very first time they had met, and Alistair wasn’t quite sure what that all was about. As far as he was aware, he hadn’t really misbehaved towards her, had actually tried his very best to help her, and yet she was icy towards him. Not like Morrigan was. The Witch was just a bitch apparently. No, there was clearly something going on or had happened between him and Warden Tabris, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it all. Mainly because there was a huge chance that they were going to have to spend a lot of time in each other’s company.

[dreadwxlf]

@bardstale sent: “I wish I were dead.” // from linni. also she's being dramatic after a few sleepless nights because of the twins. <3

~ Solas let out a sigh as he collapsed in bed next to Linni, tiredly rubbing his face. He had known caring for newborns would be difficult...but this was near torture. ~

~ Over the past few days, neither of them had gotten more than three hours of consecutive sleep. It seemed that Saeris and Alma were up constantly, needing to be fed, changed, or just rocked back to sleep. Whenever one finally dozed off, the other seemed to immediately awaken ( their loud cries sometimes waking their sibling in the process ). ~

~ Needless to say, this was the most exhausted Solas had been in a long while. ~

~ " If we are fortunate, they will sleep the rest of the night through, " he replied, throwing an arm over his face. For a few moments, they simply lay in silence, relishing a rare moment of peace. Solas removed his arm from his face, peeking over at Linni. ~

~ " ...Do you need anything? " he asked her softly. Linni slept less than him. When the twins were hungry, or simply wanted their mother's comfort, there was little he could do. ~