#roquenxnar

[pxnxply]

@roquenxnar liked for a starter

In the depths of a small patch of woodland, between Mirkwood and Lothlorien, there was a little house. Remarkably well kept, thought the forest had grown wild around it. The windows were dark, but if one listened closely, the sound of a hammer on metal could be heard, and smoke trickled from the chimney.

Inside, Eöl was blissfully unaware that his solitude was in danger of being disturbed.

[blightcd]

❝Well, you're interesting, aren't you?❞

A familiar face found amidst the chaos of the world, but where did this face come from in his memory exactly? So many years, so many faces. It takes him a moment of assessment, looking over the "boy" with narrowed eyes and a crooked smile. Oh he remembered now, that crooked smile turning a bit more smug.

❝I rejected you then.❞

Pointing at the other for a second as if to replay that scene, dropping his hand as he begins to circle the other. Like a vulture waiting for it's prey to die.

❝Tell me, where do you stand now? Are you still that bright-eyed, bushytailed, young boy wanting to rebel against his father? Or have you seen the truth of the world, seen the suffering, lived it? Are you still with the weak, or do you miss your luxuries?❞

@roquenxnar. s.

[quiisquiliae]

“there were nicer ways to ask that, you know.” From myndilon for kieran! (Veilguard-era!) from @roquenxnar

Eyes widened as Kieran realized his transgression. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to offend. We were looking at the Nadas Dirthalen all day and-" he stopped, feeling as if he was making excuses, and shook his head. The Nadas Dirthalen required a more forceful approach, people generally didn't.

"My sincere apologies. All I meant to ask was who's on cooking rotation tonight."

[deathlieg]

@roquenxnar - "The Circle was never about control. It was about fear."  dragon age starters / accepting

“I'm afraid that was incredibly insensitive of me.  I had, of course, heard of the appalling conditions of the Circle in Kirkwall, so your distaste and avoidance is…Understandable.”  Perhaps more than understandable; there had, of course, been rumors.  Whispers.  A passing about of sordid tales of the horrors that Kirkwall's Circle housed, and with Nevarra and the Free Marches sharing a border, and the (relative) closeness of Kirkwall to Nevarra City…Well.  There had been a small amount of unrest, wondering if it would spread, once news of the destruction of Kirkwall's Chantry had reached them.

And then, of course, that business with the mage rebellion, in the south.

Perendale had seen no small amount of trouble, but for the most part…The Grand Necropolis had operated normally.

“My experience with the Circle in Cumberland would likely offer no insight, but rebuttals, I imagine.  I was there but for a relatively short time, before choosing the Mourn Watch.”  

Where Templars are encouraged to leave Necropolis business to the Watchers, who are, by all accounts, far better equipped to deal with it.

[dreadwxlf]

@roquenxnar

~ The trip to the Temple of Mythal had been...enlightening to say the least. They had stopped Corypheus from gaining another source of power, however, destroying the Well of Sorrows in the process. What that meant for the Inquisitor, whom had volunteered to absorb its knowledge, Solas couldn't say -- but it was nothing good. Most importantly, he had discovered that more of his people still lived. The majority of the Sentinels had decided to remain in the temple; however, one had requested to join the Inquisition -- Myndilon. ~

~ While the majority of Skyhold had retired for the evening, Myndilon was still sorting through the few possessions he had brought from the temple. ~

~ " An'daran Atish'an, " Solas greeted with a polite bow. " The Inquisitor instructed that I show you to your quarters. I am called Solas -- we met briefly in the temple. " He glanced behind him -- the hall was completely deserted. ~

~ "...I was also hoping that we could speak privately on more...sensitive matters, " Solas continued in their native tongue. " It is a pleasure to speak with a fellow Elvhen...I am certain you have devised so already, but only a handful of us remain... ". ~

[idolbound]

‘ People aren’t always who you think they are. You learn to see through it. You learn fast. ’ ( @roquenxnar / @dragxnsfire ) for Runilaros.

The chaos of the crowd - one of Hightown's bustling markets - takes longer that the Knight-Commander would've liked to clear the area and allow herself and two other Knights to pass through. Vendors with sales, calling out for highest bidders of rare items has caused quite a ruckus, and while not the objective of this outing, it does draw her attention through the crowd, noting just who is here and doing what.

Call it a habit of years of experience, but hunting down apostates requires to search for those living amongst the people incognito. Standing tall amid the crowd, the Knight-Commander cuts an imposing figure, with sharp, pointed pauldrons adorned on her shoulders, and the crown emulating Andraste Herself resting above Chantry robes of red, and skirts of navy.

Yet, it is the voice of a man unknown to her, spoken aloud in passing - and in some capacity, she wonders if it is not meant to be directed at her, necessarily - but it garners Meredith's attention, turning toward the source of the voice, where piercingly bright eyes fall upon him - an elf, eyes green and hair grey - and for just a moment, she almost mistakes him for First Enchanter Orsino, and the scrunch of her face and flare of her nostrils nearly gives away the very thought.

"Indeed. It would appear there are many in Hightown that would fall under that very premise..." The insinuation lingers in silence, but her tone dictates it as such. "What has drawn such a crowd here today?"

[hopedflightarc]

@roquenxnar from here.

"...a necromancer's basement." a pause, wincing as she said it out loud.

"i didn't want to bring it back." fely'ene insisted, her voice small and clearly chastised. she admired beltan. in some ways she felt a small pang of jealousy for his granddaughter -- how lucky she was to have someone like him. yet, she also knew she had her brother. even if he was somewhere off the coast. which, given how things were currently was for the best, even if her heart ached with missing him. she hoped he was safe. perhaps next time they made it to a city of any size, she would see if she could get a message up to luskan.

she forces herself out of her own head, prestidigitation the remaining blood off of herself. "it felt wrong. like something in the back of my head was shouting it was bad. but astarion insisted." fely'ene looked down, clearly leaving the 'and i didn't want to push for my own thoughts' unspoken.

she looks up, "so we did. yet, something wouldn't stop nagging at me about how off it was. and it felt...dark, so i thought if i hit it with radiance, maybe it would fix it. i didn't think it was going to do what it did."

[orcristwielder]

@roquenxnar // continued from here.

BRIGHT BLUES HAD WATCHED AS THE ELDER HAD MOVED, DENTED ARMOR clinking together. Thorin's head tilted catching the grimace the elder had given at the clinking, the brunette having kept his chuckle down. That was a sound he had been quite used to so it hasn't bothered him in the slightest, but it must have been a bit on the annoying side. "No offense taken." The dwarf replied, a nod being given in thanks.

His gaze followed the other, head tilting as he spoke. His grandson? Oh, oh. That had Thorin wondering though he would not ask his question outloud. Another nod had been given at the approval of staying, along with a small 'thank you' having been said by the royal in thanks for being allowed to stay and rest his head for the night.

The brunette moved to take a seat, glancing at the elder a moment before doing so. His gaze would shift back when Myndilon asked his question. A deep breath had been taken, his immediate response was always 'it's none of your business' to those who often asked. But this man was nothing more than generous and allowing a stranger to stay in his space - let alone a dwarf to do so, showed Thorin that he could let his walls down a tiny bit. "I am traveling to the Blue Mountains - Ered Luin, as some know it as." The Blue Mountains had been his home for sixty years, traveling back and forth between there and other places to work once more or meet with members of court.

"I had also heard word of my father being in the area." Thorin spoke, his tone soft at the mere mention of Thrain, whom he had not seen since Moria.