#shadow wardens

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WIP WEDNESDAY

I was peer pressured tagged by @mythals-whore (thanks!)

Have some Irini!

I'll tag... @introvertedfangrl and @kindlyfeline and @the-sparrohawk if you want

Lol I just realized after pasting my section my tenses change in a couple places. Oops. We'll fix it later.

Minutes of searching pass uneventfully. Rummaging through some shelves and pushing them aside to check for trap doors, Irini growls in frustration to find nothing, again. Lucanis’ search upstairs was either going just as fruitlessly, or horrifyingly better; she can hear a faint ‘Mierde’ from above. She puts her hand to her healed side again, wondering how Ashur’s search was going. The mage hadn’t entered her line of sight during their sweep.

She could tell, vaguely, where he was, by the traces of the blight in him.

The warden froze. That was it. The venatori were using both blight and darkspawn. Whatever secret tunnels they used to move around the city, before they had had control and simply marched through the streets openly, would be strongly tainted.

It was harder, to tune into it purposefully, against the backdrop of the blighted city. Her own disgust at her state of being didn’t help. The whispers at the back of her mind grew louder as she looked inwards at the blight seething, suspended, within her; Finding the feeling of it, and reaching out to find its like in the immediate area.

She couldn’t listen or sense it as clearly as Antoine; she didn’t have that ‘gift’. Her blight sense wasn’t anything special, but more than one of her fellow wardens marveled at the physical strength the Joining had given her. Armored feet clicked against the floor as she drifted along, following the feeling of oddly road-like patterns in the blight below. She shoves a crate aside. There, an entrance. Irini grins to herself to have found it before Ashur. She whistles, a sharp, loud call that carries throughout the open room.

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Thought of the Day: Consider the Predator. Let your soul be armoured with Faith, driven on the tracks of Obedience which overcomes all obstacles, and armed with the three great guns of Zeal, Duty and Purity.

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Пламя во мне не угаснет в остывших долинах, иссохших морях, Твоё имя застыло на моих губах Моя сила и моя борьба Нержавеющей сталью выкую крылья К твоим берегам верный путь отыщу

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Last Line Tag-

thank you to @dymme and @hedwigoprah for the tags! I actually had the wherewithal to write like a paragraph the other day for the first time in a bit so I have a last line! Technically two but they're a bonded pair and they have to be displayed together I don't make the rules.

I will pass it on to @muqington @introvertedfangrl and @the-sparrohawk

Eyes wide, she willed her body to rush to where the fade tear had existed moments before, but it wouldn't move. Lydia was gone.

ruh roh ririni

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WIP Wriday

I got tagged by @muqington (twice I think because I am SLOWW this week), @basedonconjecture, @hyperions-light and @becausedragonage and also @thedissonantverses and @introvertedfangrl if we're counting Last Line tags that I don't remember whether I answered yet lmao

OKAY I don't think I've shared the latest part before, other than a last line from another week. Comes from Irini's side mission with The Viper and Lucanis again!

Uhhh I'm sure they've probably already been tagged but I'll pass on a friendly no pressure tag to @wukodork, @biowaredisasterbisexual @the-sparrohawk @kindlyfeline @mythals-whore and @rat-spit-village and @znthra!

“What? Yeah. Sorry. You were saying?” The Viper stares at her for a moment, questioningly. Irini feels herself being appraised, and in her mind, assumes not positively. Was he wondering if he made a mistake in letting her join the shadow dragons? She frowns, unseen behind her helmet.  The moment passes and Ashur begins again. “There should be information on their activities up there. But there is likely a hidden entrance to the area where they keep prisoners.” A metal-clawed hand gestures at the Assassin at her side. “Can you search the office above for anything useful?” Lucanis looks up to Irini, concern still showing for a moment before the mask slips on. Irini shrugs, and is surprised by a pain in her side. She brushes it off, and adds, “We'll look for the entrance down here while you're doing that.” “If you're sure… consider it done.” He says, looking her over with concern for just a moment before turning and stalking up the stairway. Irini watches him go, mild confusion about his concern playing through her head. She feels Ashur's faintly blighted presence approach and turns just in time to see him getting closer. “Hold still.” His voice carries a firm but gentle tone, as if he was calming one of his followers in the Chantry. She bristles at how close he's getting, and tries to take a step back but the tension in her muscles causes her side to hurt again. One of his hands grabs ahold of her chest plate to keep her still. “What are you–?” she starts, indignant. She had no doubt she could break away from his grip. But she doesn't get a chance. Her eyes follow his other hand as it reaches for a dagger she hadn't realized was embedded in her side. Between the blight and the adrenaline, she must have missed it. But she felt it now. Ashur met her eyes behind the visor. “I'm going to–” She cuts him off with a bark. “I'm not some lay-sister, Ashur, do it.” She grips his shoulder and prepares for what's coming. She's unable to stop a gasping cry from echoing in her helmet as The Viper pulls the dagger out and tosses it to the ground. “Kaffas!”  He places a hand wreathed in spirals of energy against her side, covering the bleeding wound and infusing it with healing magic. She takes a long breath to combat the sickening sensation of threads of deep muscle and flesh knitting themselves back together. The leather on Ashur's armored shoulder creaks as her grip tightens, and she grunts as the wound fully heals.  She steps back away from him immediately, wrenching her armor out of his grip. He withdraws the hand from her side and holds them both up harmlessly before turning to start searching for the tunnel entrance.  “Thanks.” She utters the word quietly, but not reluctantly. Credit where credit was due. That would have taken her a lot longer to get over without his magic. He nods in her direction before disappearing behind some crates and she turns to begin searching in the other direction. Feeling her side with a hand, she frowns. The rituals the Venatori were doing must be giving some of them a big boost in strength. To have one of them be able to pierce that far through leather and between gaps of metal– well that was only slightly more troubling than her simply not noticing.

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Seven Deadly Sins (ride again...s)

Tagged by @muqington and theirs is over here~

Uhhh tagging @thedissonantverses?

Since I did Radas last time I'm gonna doooooooo my Shadow Dragon-Warden Irini Thorne!

You can look at Radas' here

LUST. desire for connection. pursuit of pleasure. emotional intelligence. obsessive. lovesick. one-night stands. seductive encounter. flirtatious conversation. erotic party. seductive attire. revealing clothing. passionate gaze. provocative makeup. sensual expressions. suggestive gestures. flirtatious smiles. lingerie. love letters. perfumes. provocative behaviour. love poems. erotic art.

GLUTTONY. indulgence in experiences. savouring moments. hospitality. generosity. hedonism. culinary expertise. wine-tasting. excessive snacking. overloaded plates. excessive portions. bloated stomachs. messy eating. greasy fingers. full tables. indulgent spreads. overflowing cups. satisfied expressions. wine bottles. just can't get enough. fast food wrappers.

ENVY. motivation. competitive spirit. strategic planning. observational skills. bitter rivalry. contest. envious gossip. resentment-filled argument. social media jealousy. furrowed brows. clenched jaws. side-eye looks. pursed lips. tense posture. whispering behind backs. crossed arms. gossip magazines. keeping up with the joneses. the grass is always greener. feeling inadequate.

GREED. resourcefulness. entrepreneurial spirit. negotiation. materialistic. aggressive investment. lavish spending spree. resource-hoarding. get-rich-quick schemes. auction-bidding war. property acquisition. piles of money. overflowing wallets. luxury items. locked safes. penny-pinching. rare collectibles. selfishness. unwillingness to share.

SLOTH. calmness. stress management. nonchalance. relaxation techniques. lethargic. apathetic. inactive. lazy weekend. binge-watching marathon. neglected chores. skipped workout. long nap. lounging on the couch. missed deadlines. unkempt appearance. messy hair. pajamas. blankets. slippers. procrastination station. self-care routines.

PRIDE. confidence. self-assurance. self-respect. dignity. public speaking. self-promotion. arrogant. conceited. egotistical. self-important. vain. boastful speech. puffed chest. raised chin. smug smiles. spotlight. tooting your own horn. showing off. refusing to admit mistakes. feeling entitled. personal branding. leadership development.

WRATH. assertiveness. decisiveness. strength. intensity. boundary setting. courage. indignant. heated arguments. road rage incident. physical altercation. angry outburst. clenched fists. glaring eyes. tense muscles. raised voices. reddened faces. aggressive gestures. stormy demeanour. intense frowns. destructive actions. broken objects. punching bag. out for blood. fists. simmering anger.

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L a s t - L i n e TAG

Thank you for the tag @introvertedfangrl! Luckily, I actually did a writing today and have a last line!

some of you have already been tagged so feel free to tell me to go drown myself no pressure! BUT @muqington @talonrook @becausedragonage @biowaredisasterbisexual!

NO CONTEXT GOOOOooo

The selfishness in her statement curdles her stomach. Her father was right. “That's the only order of yours that I can't follow, Lydia.”