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[thewiseguy4]

No Fear!!! #tbt #climbthewall

[thewiseguy4]

No Fear!!! #tbt #climbthewall

[inactionreaction-blog]

The trip isn't even laid out on the map yet and it already looks like it has some detours in place. #washingtonstate #amurica #climbthewall

[ammph]

#EverythINGIsInPlay #SADMACHINES #CLIMBTHEWALL #FREEFORALL (at Whetstone Tavern)

[ipretendidraw]

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Avalon Trevelyan and Blackwall. Cherish what peace you can get. View large here

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[misspiggy385]

Dear Inquisitor, I know you've heard reports of a riderless horse seemingly escaping from the stables and then returning soon after. Felt I should tell you that it's not the horse. I've been the givin' the boy ridin' lessons. Better than having him skulk around and burn turnips, heh? And he's taken to it pretty well. I've never seen a more...spirited learner. Admit it lass, you smiled at that one. All the best, Blackwall

Blackwall, I-

Creators, yes! Ma serannas. Far better for him to be learning about things in our realm then sulking about the Keep. I am thrilled to hear that Da’len Elgar is such a… spirited student. And I may have smiled at that- a little.

Truly, I cannot begin to tell you how grateful I am and I am sure this has meant the world to Cole. If there is anything I can do to repay you, anything at all, I am at your disposal. Ma nevenin.

Ma serannas, Emma Vhenan.

Lavellan

[thatapostateboy]

Prompt: duty

“You speak often of your duty.”

Blackwall jumped when he heard the voice beside him. He had been sat on a fallen tree sharpening his sword, deep in thought, and hadn’t heard the approaching footsteps. Though he doubted he would have heard them even if he was paying attention. The Inquisitor was ever so light on her feet, a sign of her years training as a hunter. He glanced up to see her sat beside him, a curious look in her grey elven eyes.

“I do?” he asked.

She nodded, “Frequently. Usually of your duty as a Grey Warden… I know very little of the Wardens, only that they protect us from the Blights… I just… I don’t know what a Grey Warden’s duty is, exactly. The Dalish don’t tell many tales of Grey Wardens.”

He placed his sword and whetstone aside, stretching out his aching legs, “It’s quite simple, lass. As you said, we protect people from the Blights, we’re the last line of defence against the darkspawn. We give up the life we used to have because being a Warden means being willing to lay down your life for others. That is a Warden’s duty; to protect everyone, no matter the cost.”

“That seems an honourable cause,” she said, a smile on her face.

He returned the smile, “Aye, I like to think it is. Very few choose the life of a Warden willingly, as it often means great sacrifice. But I have seen men who were thieves, bandits, cutthroats, who turned themselves around in the ranks of the Wardens, all in the name of their duty.”

“Much like the Hero of Ferelden,” she pointed out.

“You enjoy the tale of the Hero, don’t you, lass?” She often requested a story of the Hero of Ferelden from Leliana on those long nights in camp.

She flashed him a smile, “An elf who rose from the slums of an Alienage, defied the odds, defied everyone’s expectations of her, and ended the Blight? She went beyond her duty, saved thousands of lives, became of hero for the elven people… it’s something to aspire to, I must admit.”

“A sense of duty can make anyone great.”

She met his eyes when he said that, but as she felt the blush start to rise in her cheeks, she looked away, “What about your duty as a Warden now?” she asked.

“I find myself with a new duty,” he told her. His eyes landed on some flowers growing not far from them. He always remembered how much she loved flowers, often wearing them braided into her long black hair, yet it was lacking its usual embellishment today.

“Which is?”

 “I vowed to protect you, and to help you until your quest is complete. My sword and my shield are yours whenever you have need of them. My duty is to you, Madam Inquisitor.”

“Brenna,” she insisted, “I don’t care much for the ‘Inquisitor’ title among friends.”

“Then my duty is to you, Brenna,” he reached over and gently picked a flower. He handed it to her her and she took it carefully in her petite hands. She slid it into her hair just behind her pointed ear.

“Ma serannas,” she glanced up at him with a smile, “Lethallin.”