#dethrite

[rebelistics]

@dethrite asked:

isn't this exciting? @ valo!!

It had been a small experiment, and one that as a mage from Minrathous, he has never really seen done before. Hazel eyes watched with curiosity as the senior mage performed said experiment, head tilting as he observed. He almost didn't trust himself with that kind of magic, so of course.. he was happy to watch the necromancer. As the experiment drew to its conclusion, a smile passed the qunari's lips as he shifted on his feet. "It is! How does that work, exactly? I've never seen necromancy in Tevinter -- at least none like that." No doubt whatever he had seen was twisted from its intended purpose. His home as a whole was almost infamous for the mages that did that.

[offbranddragon]

“ Taash, about what Rook had recommended—for us to glean useful information from our respective interests. If there is any knowledge regarding the dead with which I am happy to impart, I will in turn lend an ear regarding dragons. That said, I did happen to overhear Rook mentioning a predicament involving one notorious “ Kataranda “. What do you make of it?

Taash tried to suppress a grimace but, despite their best efforts, still looked like they had just smelled sour milk. Being apart of a team meant getting along or at least trying and Rook had specifically requested they make an attempt. Avoiding Emmrich wasn't an option and was even near impossible with how small the Lighthouse was. It was one thing he reminded them far too much about their mom but it just added onto it the fact he was way way to cozy with the dead. Still, he was their teammate and Taash, though grumpy about it, still had said they'd try to get to know him and not be as hostile.

To be honest, maybe brutally so, Taash still didn't really want to know more about the dead. What they knew is they should stay dead and ones that didn't needed to be made to stay that way. Taash wasn't as fearful as their mom, or most other qunari from under the qun, but the heebie-jeebies were hard to shake. Swallowing their ick and trying to remember any lesson about manners Shathann had imparted on them Taash addressed Emmrich as 'politely' as they could, still avoiding eye contact.

"Its wrecking boats so the lords are looking into it, Isabela doesn't want anyone going out until its dealt with so no ones sailing. Some idiot thought it'd be a good idea to raid her hoard and now their ships scattered with the treasure and everything's a mess." Taash avoided fully info dumping, sounding grumble-y as they near literally had to bite their tongue. It wasn't exactly what Emmrich had asked but if they had answered just as he asked they'd be there for hours and right now being in the necromancers 'study' was already putting them on edge. Who had a morgue table thingy in their room?! And shelves of SKULLS?? PEOPLE SKULLS?? "Rook wants to go out and look into it, if you want to go you have to talk to them but you'd probably get crushed or zapped. Why does Manfred keep shoving plates of tea at people?"

[nekrotisch-a]

@dethrite asked:

i feel like we're not alone .

Cult Classics || accepting

"I would be more surprised if we were alone," she commented in return as she placed her hands on her hips as they walked through the hall of the Necropolis. Looking around as if she could sense the Veil and the temperature of the room. "It's just a matter if we're the only living company more."

[dionadaiiraa]

“ please stop teaching manfred to swear “

𝑨 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑵'𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave Emmrich a remorseful look. 

❝ 𝐎𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞. ❞ He began. 

❝ 𝐀𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫…𝐚𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.❞ He chuckled softly. ❝ 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐡'𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐧. ❞ 

[nekrotisch-a]

@dethrite asked:

alright. he's going to offer out his hand to flauschi, allowing them to take in his scent. and if they accept him, he'll give the cute ghost kitty pets.

Unprompted || Always Accepting

Flauschi sat perched on the corner of the table looking at Emmrich. When the hand was offered they stretched to meet it, giving it a 'sniffle'. After a moment the stretch increased to lifted onto the back two paws and rubbing his cheek and chin along his hand before having to rebalance on all fours again.

If paying attention the sounds of spectral purring could her heard as they sat tall on all fours watching the Necromancer with a tail swooshing behind them.

[nekrotisch-a]

he's not a cat person, but he can make an exception for one ghost cat in particular!

Are you Cassandra's Type

I'll count it. Looking at bingos there with all but selected 👀

[grtivas]

“ It would appear you and Lucanis are getting along rather well. “ sips his tea after making his passive statement. did he know? and would he make it obvious to rook? only their exchange would make such apparent.

rook  spares  emmrich  a  glance  over  the  rim  of  their  coffee  cup,  taking  a  slow  sip  as  if  mulling  over  his  words.  the  way  he  phrases  his  question  picks  at  their  instincts.  does  he  suspect  what  rook  knows  to be  true?  the  truth  sits  just  beneath  their  ribs,  an  aching  tug  towards  lucanis  which  presses  insistently  against  bone—but  rook  has  spent  their  life  keeping  sharp  things  concealed.

lowering  their  cup  with  an  easy  tilt  of  their  wrist,  they  exhale  a  soft  hum.

"we  have  a  few  things  in  common,"  they  allow,  voice  smooth,  casual,  and  positive,  "and  it's  good  to  have  another  crow  around."  their  lips  curl  faintly,  just  slightly,  in  emmrich's  direction.  still,  it's  very  little  explanation  from  one  so  keen  on  keeping  lucanis  with  them  on  missions.

for  all  their  excuses,  however,  rook  isn't  sure  emmrich  will  buy  any  of  it  easily.  simply put, rook thinks he might be a little too smart for that. has  he  already  seen  through  them?  or  is  this  merely  emmrich’s  way  of  prodding  for  information,  seeing  what  they  might  give  away?

“besides,”  rook  offers  after  a  short  pause, a small attempt to change the subject,  “anyone  who  cooks  that  well  is  in  my  good  books  automatically   ...   unless  they've  venatori.”

[erobret]

@dethrite asked : " my dearest emily. " he pulls her in for a brief kiss. " how i've missed you so. "

RARELY DID SHE LEAVE THE GARDENS . it was where she had once been laid to rest , and it was where her soul had been beckoned back into her body for she had not wished to depart from it . she had bought to live . . . even after she had taken her last breath when that life had come to an unjust end .

she often walked among the graves , running skeletal hand over the names engraved within the stone . letting decayed flesh brush the soft petals of the flowers as wisps floated about her . it was where she felt most content when he was not by her side .

a sigh leaves stilled lungs . how she missed him . she wished she had been allowed to follow him into that chamber where he went to see his dream through . she waited when he left the necropolis to aid the world . waited while he fought to protect it . waited while he worked towards his dream . and she waited while he was within that chamber to see that dream through . she knew he would come to her when that dream was fulfilled . she could wait . she would always wait for him .

and there he was . from stone bench did she stand abruptly , turning to face him . lips curled up into a smile as she hurried to him , veil floating behind her . she wrapped arms around his neck in a hug and happily accepted that brief show of affection . ❝ oh , darling , how i have missed you as well ! ❞ she looked him over , seeing that he looked the same as usual but she knew something was different , ❝ did you see it through , my dearest ? ❞