#qenvaarad

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I’m borrowing BL3 from the hubs and

and

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FL4K is giving me the DREADFULEST Qunari/Tal-Vashoth feels

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I'm still thinking of how awk it would be for Thelaan to seduce someone.

How do you think he got with his girlfriend?

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I don’t talk about my tabletop RP group’s shenanigans much because I am often not there for games (too tired/too sick to make it) but get this: my rogue fired off the most perfect shot, disarming an enemy and sending his crossbow flying a cool nine yards from his hand. GG, Qen Thelaan.

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11, 19, 27? :D

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a "sunshine"?

Shousa Miyuko, no relation to Hoshi Miyuko (none...at all...cough) and most likely Qenvaarad.

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

Mina Brosca is scrappy and snappy and good-hearted if rash and by the end of the game she’s dead, but she’s a reminder that goodness can come from anywhere, through anyone, and beyond one’s own death.

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?

Paloma Lavellan, who would probably not listen to Carbon Leaf in real life. Just her, actually.

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Ashkaari’s Daughters - Gone to the Dogs

My RP group sometimes asks about Thelaan, a.k.a. Qenvaarad my smiley-ass rea-juu Qunari. He really is the most rea-juu out of the lot. So here guys, have more of the canon version of my fox-throwing, fast-running, puppy-loving archer.

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The dogs were strange; nothing like the square, full-coated creatures that guarded Tevinter homes and entertained children, or the tough, bristle-backed hunting hounds some magisters kept for show. These were long, lean creatures, with comically large ears framing faces that could only be described as ‘solemn’. What she had thought to be dark fur at first was simply bare, glossy skin, and they carried their whip-like tails as proud as any flag. Suddenly, as one, the dogs’ ears pricked up and they dashed for the shelter nearby, nearly overwhelming the man emerging. She could hear the clank of tin pails somewhere in the din. He matched their excited barking with his own voice, loud and brash and joyful.

“All right, you lot, feeding time! Make me fall over and nobody gets anything, you hear? Away from my feet now, come on, don’t make me boot you in the ass. Koslun’s nethers, years of this and you still never change. Kemastaar, keep them off my legs or you’re never getting fed! You two, stop chewing each other! No fighting! For shame! Come on now, you little basra, make way for the bringer of fine food already, damn it. Ho there, Kem, girl, keep your brood in line already!!”

A litter of puppies gambolled over to the fence, sensing a new smell and new company. One bitch, with a white crescent moon on her shoulder, saw her watching and cocked her head quizzically, barking once sharply to alert her keeper.

The man looked up then. He had a long, thin face for a Qunari, and would have been quite handsome were it not for the fingers of scar tissue that corded the entire right side of his face. Whatever had caused that injury had also broken off half his horn, now bound with a thin band of tumbaga. His good eye, pale silver like a new year’s coin, regarded her intently. Then he smiled widely and she forgot to be afraid, even with two rows of great sharp teeth winking at her. He rose to his feet, dusting off his trousers. She saw several sets of teeth imprinted in pale silver along his great grey arms. Clearly he had been doing this for a whole.

“Ah, a visitor!” the man exclaimed. He smelled of wet dog and strong herbs. “Forgive my lack of manners, it’s been so long since I had any company that wasn’t four-legged and drooling all over me. I am Qenvaarad. And you look lost. Were you thinking of asking my hounds for directions?”

Despite herself, Sparrow laughed. “I might have. They’re fine creatures.”

“Aren’t they?” He seemed to light up even more, voice growing warm and adoring. “They say the qenan have been our companions since we came south to these lands. They’re smart, fast and fierce as a dragon. You can even eat them, in a pinch.” The bitch with the crescent looked up and wuffed, offended. “Not you, Kem. You’re my best girl, you are, and far too pretty to eat.” She seemed satisfied by the answer and returned to her food.

“How long have you had her?”

“Oh, you could say she had me from the start. You can tell how she got the name Moonrise, I’m sure. She’s been with the pack since I started doing this, and now she’s my right-hand pup. She’s given us a fine litter of puppies and I’d breed her more often, but she’s a better runner and hunter than a mother.”

“You mean, you haven’t always done this? What were you before?”

“A pest and a nuisance.” Sparrow cringed. She knew that voice. “Still is, to be honest.”

“Ah, the Arvaarad of the fifth! Hello, my brother. Sweet-tempered as always, I see.”

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While discussing Thelaan with my RP circle, I have pretty much decided that his bow, too, was called Kemastaar.

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★★★★★ and their opinion on tea ;)

Natia: Sure beats beer, thank goodness. I don’t know how I functioned without it!

Mina: I like the smell more than drinking it.

Qenvaarad: The stronger, the better!

Sergius: Ugh, the drink of savages. I much prefer cocoa.

Latan: MY LIFEBLOOD.

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★★★★★

Halim is 23 at the start of DA:I - he turned 12 the year of the Blight, on the cusp of traditional Qunari adulthood around the time Natia Brosca met, loved and lost Sten.

Paloma has a really good public speaking voice, and it's not that she fears the act, she just can't be bothered.

Vyera's nickname in the Carta was Littlefinger, due to her short last digit.

Qenvaarad pinches ears as a sign of affection. Man, woman, dog, whatev.

Theramina bites her fingernails nearly down to the quick; keeping your nails long is for noble hunters and beauties, and she's neither. Her toenails however are in a pretty...nasty...state...