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[thanflowers]

@mcurnwatch — starter call / accepting!

        “trust me. i've had worse. gonna take more than a flesh wound to stop me.”

[elthorn]

foolish, foolish. . . how could he let this happen ?? his god bestowed upon him power, information, means to exact his own vengeance if he just deals with the veilguard. as long as he finds rook, dead or alive, and brings the lyrium dagger back to elgar'nan, then he will have what he longs for. it is that easy and yet. . . why does he hesitate ?? he curses bar'en, curses the time that they shared, curses himself for allowing another into his life. he did not even realise that it was happening until he no longer retreated from the elf's company, until his blood no longer boiled at the sound of his voice. foolish !!

they have only set foot upon the arlathan crater when elthorn begins to feel the pull, the power of his god. this is the same feeling from his dreams only much more concentrated. he exhales steadily, steeling himself against the influence for now. not yet.

❛ tread carefully, lethallin. something powerful stirs. ❜

@mcurnwatch

[tragedia]

@mcurnwatch gets a starter, [ from winfred ].

Getting a good night's sleep has proven to be increasingly hard these day. After a valiant effort of tossing and turning for what felt like hours, Winfred decides to give up altogether. A good stretch is good for health too, after all, as is getting familiar with all the nooks and crannies of the Lighthouse. He can't really say he trusts it yet, nor is he sure he should, but, well. It's nice to have someplace to rest, even if rest seems to allude him. And it seems like he's not alone in that sentiment.

❝ Can't sleep too? ❞ He asks, offering Bar'en an easy smile despite the deep-rooted tiredness he can't seem to shake. ❝ I was thinking of checking out all these books, but if you've got something else I can help with, be my guest. Might as well do something useful with my hands. ❞

[woodcries-a]

' it's... more peaceful here than i would imagine. ' magic was a bit of a sore subject for her and since she'd left the south, it seemed hard to avoid. but compared to her family's blood magic, anywhere else was a relief, even a place like the necropolis with its dead. at least once she was more accustomed to its caretakers, both the skeletons and whatever vorgoth was.

@mcurnwatch / dragon age starter call.

[ingllvarchived]

you are eating an orange ..., always accepting!

@mcurnwatch asked: interesting things happen to you, don't they?

❝     that's   one   way   to   put   it.     ❞

a   polite   way   to   put   it.   her   gaze   searches   him   with   the   same   undisguised   suspicion   of   a   street   urchin   offered   shelter   by   a   stranger.   or   like   he's   a   templar   extending   a   hand.     ❝     but   you're   here   too,   so   clearly   it's   not   just   me.     ❞

[oakthcrn-aaaa]

“ have you told anyone else about this? ”

“𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙀” - 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙋𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎.

accepting @mcurnwatch

𝑨 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺.  There was an ache in her nose where the assassin had elbowed her in their brawl. She arched a questioning brow to the other. 

❝  𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐡?  ❞ She asked as she placed a hand on her nose, a simple healing spell thrummed its magic through her broken nose. She rubbed as much blood away as she could. At least she wasn't stabbed. 

❝  𝐈𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐡'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. ❞ She shrugged a bit. 

❝  𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬. ❞ 

[xbornhungry]

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . || @mcurnwatch!

ellis was angry. no, he was severely pissed off. every time he saw darkspawn tear themselves from a boil of blight a new wave of frustration hits him. he had spent most of his life trying to find a way to get rid of the taint in his veins, navigating ways to keep it from killing him before he was ready to die.

now the blight was back, the calling sang all around him & he couldn't help but follow it's song. it was off tune, though. different than he's ever heard it before. it was enough to throw him off of his game even more than his fluctuating emotions. he threw himself at any blight-stricken opponent like some sort of wild animal.

it lead to a few unlucky steps, claws that sunk into his side & shredded the shoulder of his armor. he would have been content to deal with the wound on his own... but bar’en had other plans. if ellis were twenty years younger, he might have recoiled at the thought of a mourn watcher tending to his wounds. he still hisses when bar'en peels what's left of his armor from his wound, but he is thankful somewhere within himself.

" it's okay, you don't have to worry about me. " he's sure bar'en would rather recover after the battle, ellis is not the only one bleeding. he swallows his frustration. sarcasm works it's way into his voice, " i'll have to stop bleeding eventually. " it could be a joke, it's probably a joke. " one way or another. "

[elgrnan]

@mcurnwatch   :   ❝ You understand wanting to protect what you care about , don’t you ? You’d do anything . ❞  (      ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗ     ) 

elgar'nan understood perfectly. he was a father , their protector. the first of the evanuris , and he bore the weight of their world. his golden eyes trailed down, as if his words had struck something profound within, something underneath his armor and all that brutality but it was a fleeting moment when his anger took over. his love came with a price. he wasn't sentimental but he was wrathful. and all he cared for would be destroyed on his bullheaded path to vengeance. they both were incredibly stubborn, ❝ i'd do anything to protect what is mine. you see where the problem lies. we both won't relent. ❞ and if they can't lay down arms, ❝ stop this , da'len. save yourself, save the ones you care about. you'd do anything, you said. if you care about them so much then surrender. ... or would you prefer to watch them burn ? ❞