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Ensemble Assemble | Dragon Age RPG #1

This is a Dragon Age RPG Fan Project Watch live at https://www.twitch.tv/ozmills

The first episode of the Role Out Dragon Age RPG is now up on YouTube. Expect the rest to follow…

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Just for funs I made a dakimakura design for my D&D character, Felis 😂 He is bishy af.

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Canticle of Trials - Prayers for the Despairing

Maker, my enemies are abundant. Many are those who rise up against me. But my faith sustains me; I shall not fear the legion, Should they set themselves against me.

In the long hours of the night When hope has abandoned me, I will see the stars and know Your Light remains.

I have heard the sound A song in the stillness, The echo of Your voice, Calling creation to wake from its slumber.

How can we know You? In the turning of the seasons, in life and death, In the empty space where our hearts Hunger for a forgotten face?

You have walked beside me Down the paths where a thousand arrows sought my flesh. You have stood with me when all others Have forsaken me.

I have faced armies With You as my shield, And though I bear scars beyond counting, nothing Can break me except Your absence.

When I have lost all else, when my eyes fail me And the taste of blood fills my mouth, then In the pounding of my heart I hear the glory of creation.

You have grieved as I have. You, who made worlds out of nothing. We are alike in sorrow, sculptor and clay, Comforting each other in our art.

Do not grieve for me, Maker of All. Though all others may forget You, Your name is etched into my every step. I will not forsake You, even if I forget myself.

Maker, though the darkness comes upon me, I shall embrace the Light. I shall weather the storm. I shall endure. What you have created, no one can tear asunder.

Who knows me as You do? You have been there since before my first breath. You have seen me when no other would recognize my face. You composed the cadence of my heart.

Through blinding mist, I climb A sheer cliff, the summit shrouded in fog, the base Endlessly far beneath my feet The Maker is the rock to which I cling.

I cannot see the path. Perhaps there is only abyss. Trembling, I step forward, In darkness enveloped.

Though all before me is shadow, Yet shall the Maker be my guide. I shall not be left to wander the drifting roads of the Beyond. For there is no darkness in the Maker’s Light And nothing that He has wrought shall be lost.

I am not alone. Even As I stumble on the path With my eyes closed, yet I see The Light is here.

Draw your last breath, my friends. Cross the Veil and the Fade and all the stars in the sky. Rest at the Maker’s right hand, And be Forgiven. -Trials 1:1-1:16