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[markburdened-a-blog]

       ‘ i feel like i’m the only one in skyhold who doesn’t know how to play chess, ‘ she admitted, picking up a random piece to observe it closely. ‘ seems like a rather dull game but you old people seem to enjoy BOASTING about beating others in it. ‘

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[diviineseeker-a]

→@leashedlion​  ♥’d for a starter

       The hour has grown late as Diana sat in a corner of Havens Chantry. Most of the people had gone to bed and the ones that are still awake are workers finishing up their last tasks for the evening or those down at the tavern. She’s glad for the silence around her. No one calling out to her, calling her The Herald of Andraste. No one needing anything from her for a few short moments. Everything seemed so impossible the last few days. What little memory she had of the Conclave, waking up as a prisoner to find that everyone had been killed and she was the suspect at what everyone thought was the end of the world, to waking up after closing a rift and finding people suddenly calling her The Herald of Andraste.

       Diana bowed  her head and closes her eyes “Blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter. Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just.”  A soft sigh echoes around her after it leaves her lips . “Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow. In their blood the Maker's will is written. Maker, was this truly your will? Everything has fallen apart and I do not see how we can fix it.” She was no savior, she was no chosen one. How could she be? If she’d been chosen, why couldn’t she have saved The Divine? Why couldn’t she have saved all those people?

[soutarasyl]

leashedlion replied to your post “ it would take a miracle. ”

wow uh im havin some feels rn.

thanks i Try

[soutarasyl]

“ it would take a miracle. ”

PRINCESS BRIDE STARTERS ( ACCEPTING )

         a  MIRACLE  indeed .   haven  has  fallen ;  any  chance  the  inquisition  has  of  survival  rests  on  the  herald’s  shoulders.  on  ADRIANA’S  shoulders .

          she  looks  at  cullen ,  this  man  she  has  known  longer  than  ANY  other  member  of  the  inquisition  (  longer  even  than  leliana ,  her  old  friend  ) ,  and  she  wonders  what  he  thinks  when  he  looks  at  her .  does  he  still  see  her  as  a  fool  who  would  not  allow  the  rite  of  annulment  to  be  performed ?   or  has  he  forgiven  her  for  that  (  as  much  as  she  would  argue  that  she  does  not  NEED  forgiveness  ) ?    she  opens  her  mouth .   i  am  a  miracle ,  she  wants  to  say ,  but  the  joke  gets  caught  in  her  throat .  

        ‘   i  have  cheated  death  before ,   ’    she  says  instead ,  her  voice  quiet ,    ‘   and  i  do  not  think  the  maker  is  through  with  me  YET .  ’    adriana  holds  up  the  hand  with  the  mark  for  emphasis ,  giving  the  commander  a  tight  smile .   she  is  silent  for  a  moment ,  her  other  hand  tightening  on  the  hilt  of  her  sword .    ‘   commander  —   CULLEN  —  if  i  don’t  make  it ,  i ...   ’     the  words  tear  from  her  before  she  can  stop  them ,  unbidden  yet  not  UNWELCOME .      ‘   i  want  you  to  know  that  i  respect  you .   greatly .   ’     she  holds  out  her  hand  for  him  to  shake ,  a  peace  offering  that  she  hopes  he  will  take .    ‘   and  that  i  do  not  regret  my  choices  at  kinloch .   but   i   DO  regret  not  arriving  soon  enough  to  prevent  your  torture .   you  are  a  good  man ,  cullen  rutherford .   i  have  been  lucky  to  know  you .   ’

[smytermoved-blog]

@leashedlion  |  SC.   ❜

          WHATEVER METHODS THE commander was using to train the recruits, it was working. their skill had improved greatly in the short time he’d been present to observe. perhaps it was the cause driving them forward, perhaps it was the MAN training them that proved the most fruitful. it wasn’t something he pondered on often, but there had to have been a good reason for the RIGHT HAND to recruit him with such haste out of kirkwall. wolfram himself had . . .  yet to leave the city of chains by that time, but he had heard of it in passing. 

         regardless of how well their SWORDPLAY had become, their ARCHERY was in sore need of work. as displayed by one wayward arrow flailing so far off it’s mark that wolfram’s hand darted out to SNATCH IT mid air before it took to some unfortunate ankle. he’d caught far swifter arrows; the feat thus was no more difficult than a mabari catching a bone. ❝  their sword and shield technique are advancing ------- though they could use some instruction in ARCHERY.  ❞

[dionadaiir-a]

“ Guid mornin’ Commander, yer up early.” 

@leashedlion

[ridlings-archive-blog]

❝ do not concern yourself with what might be. focus on what is. ❞ for leliana !

          ❝ Perhaps you can afford to be so in the moment, Commander, ❞ Leliana took one of the table markers and flipped it between her fingers, then picked up the letter associated with it.❝ But in Orlais, you learn that if you are not thinking ten steps ahead, you are behind. It is why people with little imagination rarely make it in the Great Game. ❞

          She held up the marker and the letter, and then stuck the pin back into the map spread out across the table. ❝ I know your distaste for Orlesian politics. ❞ She folded the letter and tucked it into the front of her coat, grinning widely. ❝ I will take this one, I think. ❞

          Leliana reached out a hand and patted him slightly on one pauldron, saying, ❝ It is not bad advice for a soldier, but I am no soldier, of course.Don’t fret if I seem anxious, Cullen, it is my job to be anxious. I’ll see you at dinner. ❞

GOD OF WAR sentence starters / accepting !

[riftmark-blog]

                              ❛    and how are our troops faring?   have there been any issues with things like supplies,   or accommodations?    ❜     her hand fiddles,   momentarily,   with the clasp at her hip,   the belt’s ‘holster’ emptied of the spell book it typically carried for the time being.   she’s in skyhold,   she’s at home,   as it were;   the war’s just outside the high walls of the fortress,   down the mountain and through the snow and the icy drafts.   here --   at least for now   -- she is safe.   perhaps it’s naiveté that leads her to think such pretty things.   she tells herself,   cullen rutherford would certainly chastise such a rationale,   war-seasoned as he is.   she doesn’t bring it up.       ❛   if there’s anything you’ve concerns about,   commander,   or anything that i might possibly assist you with --   please don’t hesitate to tell me.   ❜             /    @leashedlion ,   for cullen .