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[bloodruined]

@heshields​ | plotted starter

       The mage had long forgotten how many times he’s caught eye off the bottom of his glass. His head was spinning as his arms rested on top of the table, holding him up for dear life. He held up his glass and peered into it before haphazardly dropping it on the wooden table, spilling all that was left inside across the table as he held his head. “In the ends it’s always these blasted darkspawn, I’m tellin’ ya. These beasts better had all died ages ago and given up. Can’t a Grey Warden just catch a damned break?” Daylen shivered, shaking his head only to find that it made his dizziness worse. He clenched his fist in frustration, only for the spilled beer on the table to freeze instantly. “Maker, I think I might have overdone it...”

[asteeledheart]

STARTER CALL // ACCEPTING @heshields​

gloved  hand  raps  lightly  against  the  barn  door  to  announce  her  presence.  sidri  leans  absently  against  the  door,  arms  folding  lightly  over  her  chest  as  she  surveys  what’s  before  her.  it  is  cozy  in  its  own  way,  she  thinks,  somehow  less  cold  than  the  rest  of  the  keep  with  its  ancient  stone  and  towering  parapets.  “have  you  settled  in  alright,  blackwall?”  the  question  is  quiet  but  genuine,  a  dark  brow  arched  curiously.  “the  others  have  taken  up  their  own  rooms  in  the  keep,  though  i  think  dorian  would  claim  half  the  library  for  himself  given  the  chance.” 

a  small  pause  and  she  shrugs  herself  away  from  the  door,  boots  crunching  lightly  over  hay  and  earth.  “we  could  easily  find  you  somewhere  else  to  stay  if  you  wanted,  you  know.”  she  tilts  her  chin  towards  the  room.  “it’s....well,  it  is a  barn,  blackwall.” 

[seahaloed]

@heshields​

Rathlein could manage niceness if it was so required of him. He knew the tales of the Anderfels painted the people as dour and hardened.

(people were mostly right about the people of the anderfels. they were dour.)

He counts himself lucky that his Grey Warden siblings had chipped away and softened at the rougher edges and made him into someone who knew how to act around people. 

However, the one they called Blackwall... or Thom Rainer... whichever name he preferred to wear? It rubbed Rathlein raw. The Warden-Commander could not hate the man for his ingenuity, the order made it easy for imposters to bury themselves in the glory of the Wardens as long as no others were around to feel the lie. Given the disappearance due to Clarel’s mess, well the man had fantastic timing if nothing else.

“I have questions if you might have the time to spare?” Rathlein ventured, announcing himself finally to the warrior. He wore only the simple armor of the Grey, other vestments left for another day, as Skyhold had warmed under the noonday sun to something more comfortable.

[andrasteguidesme]

@heshields | Starter

Struggling to hold his pace on unsteady feet, the boy pushes onward through hagged breaths.  He could vaguely hear the shouts of the templar following after him over the loud cracks and bangs of spells whistling in the air. The ground shook beneath his already stumbling footsteps as he rushes to the tree for refuge away from the battlefield. The death of the Divine had been the call to war. Mages and templars would spill blood over her fresh ashes, killing each other out spite, hatred, revenge. Sparks of revolt had popped up across the lands, but the Hinterlands would be ground zero for whatever massacre that would precede the end times. 

Hal wasn’t part of any of this nor would he take a side. Following the dissolve of his circle, Hal made his way south to Fereldan, in hopes he’d have better luck at a fresh start out of the country. Without his staff or robes, most took the boy as a returning refugee, maybe even a farm boy, or a merchant’s son. He did everything his power to hide his magic, especially when visiting the chantry. He was a pious man at heart, and once he heard the Divine was coming to Haven, he was eager to go see what was happening. Unfortunately, for him, it was not the holy welcome he was expecting. The boy made haste to Redcliffe for refuge but was caught in the crossroads by the templars and rebel mages. In hasty effort to defend himself, his magic slipped, and a target was placed upon his back. Despite Circle rules, the Templars were not taking any prisoners and cut down any mages who immediately surrendered. Any apostate was to be killed. With no other choice, the boy ran for his life, through fire, ice, lightning, and blades. Through grass and earth torn asunder by fireballs and holy smites. He ran until he couldn’t run anymore, his legs giving up beneath him as he fell to the ground. Clawing at the dirt, he winces, squeezing his eyes shut in pain. The boy flinches as he feels an arrow fly past him, stabbing into the ground beside him. Opening his eyes, he spotted men clad in chainmail, branded with the flaming sword of Andraste. They found him.

Stricken with fear, he finds himself frozen, eyes locked on the warriors like caught prey. 

[eritvita]

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@heshields​

Bare feet upon the cold, slippery stones of the babbling brook is a tremulous bane to this current Path, and doth Roland grasp the hand of the fabled Grey Warden most gratefully. He yelps as his ankle slips, prithee, and a shot of pain as like a lighting bolt strikes hard through the delicate nerves of his naked ankle.

“Blast and damn!” grits he, with an over-exaggerated sigh of his grass-clung legs, the heady smell of pinecones, and e’en the prick of spurs in his clothes and hanging bag. Roland chortles: unsatisfied and satisfied at this unmooring of his precious Posture. “I thank thee, yea, twice o’er. Aught for climbing trees and scaling the walls of rock and boulder come I, forsooth, and thou art a boon to the waif of Maidens.”

[hawkeyde]

if one listens closely, they may physically hear honey hawkes brain working to understand as the man describes to him the various nicknames for a phallus. 

  ❝ ---- okay, so, dick is more socially acceptable than say, uhm, a vagina miner. then, though, why are there so many terms for it? why not settle on just one? which ones would you use sexually? do you talk about them during sex? i am perplexed. ❞

@heshields​ gets a spontaneous starter.

[dragonversed]

starter from Dorian for @heshields

The party are hiking somewhere around the Southern Hinterlands, a fortress appearing in the distance. Dorian has spent a long time traveling alone and company isn’t bad - well not per se, but somewhere between Varric’s complaints about the mud and rain and Sera trying to prank Cassandra he’s found himself of quiet or at least a more affable conversation partner.

 There is the Warden of course, appearing a tad boorish for Dorian’s taste but he’s had worse - probably. “So… you recruit people for the Wardens?” the mage asks as carefree as he can, and tilts his head in the direction of Blackwall. “Does the Order not care about conscripting murderers and criminals? Seems a bit risky, is all.” he points out wondering if he struck a nerve. Oh well.

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ur the second person to say that, i think i’m striking a nerve or smth,,,, @heshields