#open darp

[heroparadigm]

“It’s not even that large of a monster, I’ve fought bigger,” she gestured to the giant spider ahead of them.

[luxincaelo]

“I’m not sure what you expected but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a lowly mage.”     She was used to the tone--because mages were seen in a pretty horrible light, it’s how the Chantry liked it and it annoyed Amell to death.

[fortunesofall]

“Why would you even do that?” Godric asked covering his face with his hands.    “Are you trying to get us caught?”

[fortunesofall]

“Where the void is Varric?   Weren’t we supposed to head out an hour ago?”   Thomas asked.    He wanted to get the whole deal over and done with.    Maker, sometimes he just wished he had never bothered to get out of bed.     He tried his best to keep the tremors in hand under control.   He gripped the hilt of his sword.  Lyrium withdrawl was a bitch.   

[fortunesofall]

“What are you even wearing?”  Fergus was trying his best not to burst out laughing.   It looked like one of Mother’s very very old dresses.

[mellysmuses]

“When you said we should hang in there, I don’t think you meant get captured!”

[lcgacyofages-a]

Recruitment: Lir Cousland

Open to HoFs Setting: Lothering Muse: Lir Cousland, Companion OC Background: Lir Cousland was with the troops at Ostagar, having gone ahead with his brother Fergus. They left their father, mother, and youngest sibling in Highever. Lir survived due to his men and luck, struggling and making his way to Lothering. (If the Hero of Ferelden is a Cousland, we can plot sibling relationship.)

The wounds he had suffered were superficial. Lir knew he was lucky he had not suffered worse, such as being infected with the Taint. But he had come to realize Loghain had sounded a retreat, instead of fighting with the king’s forces. He had crossed paths with other soldiers on the run who had witnessed it and told him. He hated to admit it to be true, but it was.

Lir made his way to the backwater town no one would care for or miss, save for its residents. It caused a pang of guilt to ring through him as he realized these people would lose everything.

“Leave me alone!” The voice drew Lir’s attention. He saw a refugee woman on the edge of town being accosted by others, perhaps bandits or people trying to take advantage of the situation. “It’s all I have of my husband!” 

Lir’s jaw tightened as he heard the mocking laughs of the men and made his way over, drawing one of his swords.

“I suggest you leave her be,” he said in a cold, warning tone. His gaze flickered to a group, nodding to them. “If you desire to assist, I will not stop you. Yet if you seek to do the same as these brutes, I will not hesitate in handling you as I handle them.”

His wounds were of little concern now.

[lcgacyofages-a]

Recruitment: Arik Tabris (DAI)

Open to Inquisitors who recruited the Wardens Setting: Skyhold, after Adamant Muse: Arik Tabris, Companion OC Background: Arik Tabris serves as the Commander of the Fereldan Wardens, even with their small numbers. After hearing what was occurring with their Orlesian brethren, he went to investigate. A disagreement caused him to be locked away in Adamant but he managed his way out and aided Inquisition forces. With the recruitment of the Wardens, Arik now helps the Inquisition.

Arik waited outside of the war room of the old castle. He’d felt something when he’d entered it, yet he wasn’t sure what it was. He blamed it on being an elf. But it felt safe and secure, unlike most of Thedas right now. He leaned against the wall, folding his arms and looking out the window across the corridor. A scowl rested on his features as he considered the situation. He didn’t like it but there was no choice.

Corypheus was the fault of the wardens, after all.

The door opened and Arik glanced to see the advisors leaving, with the Inquisitor right behind them. He settled his gaze on the Inquisitor and waited for the Inquisitor to stop before him then spoke.

“I wanted to thank you,” he said, looking straight ahead, not quite at them. “It was a shit mistake, I agree. But without the Orlesian wardens...The south wouldn’t be protected. Ferelden’s numbers are still too low to be able to do anything.” He gave a little laughing scoff. “And when Fereldan warden commanders have a history of running off to deal with things themselves, well...It’s amazing there’s even any of them.”