#shatteredoracle

[aureasadrisit]

@shatteredoracle

   “My dear Lady Everness...” she hums gently, arm wrapping around her forearm with a large smile. It had been so long since she had seen the other woman that it almost surprised her when Claudia told her that she would be attending that event “It had been far too long but you look wonderful, I am so glad to have you join us finally.”

[tavis-of-bannorn]

9!

MUN-DAY ASKS

09: Which writer(s) inspire you? (oops this got long)//OMG SO MANY! There are so many writers here and outside of rp that make this potato sloth look up with starry eyes. When it comes to rp all partners inspire me in some way or another. But really when it comes down to my leaning towards writers it is all about the characters, their distinct style and the passion shown.

@sahlintalas inspires me with excitement for our rp and all of the ideas and expanded thoughts that come with it. I know people tend to praise the technical aspect of your writing immediately because it is wonderful obviously, but your writing inspires me because of the feeling and passion in it and the technical side next. When you write I know it’s you and it stands out with your personality and that of your muses. Each muse is different but it holds something that is distinctly you. All of Tavlin’s depth, symbolism and wonder would be nothing without your writing and creativity to inspire me and I assume it is much the same for other mun’s.

@aeluned because my god… your characters are always so in depth, unique and interesting. I would legit rp with all of your characters because I know every single one of them would prove to be a blast. All of them have such strong personalities and wide-ranging backgrounds that make sense and fit in with who they are. I feel them speaking and hear them speaking with a defined voice specific to them. Muses seem to spring from your mind so effortlessly.

@shatteredoracle Let me say I’ve always loved your writing. There is this specific flavor to it that no one else has, but it still fits your muses. You carry this quiet, calm and observant air about you that I love and it carries with your writing. I think this may factor into why your Solas has always been my favorite (and likely always will be). You stay true to your muses but the heart of your style always remains intact.

@kaaras-adaar  As I have said many times, it is hard sometimes for Tavis to see anyone but Kaaras as the Inquisitor. Before you came along we looked through many Inquisitors but with a lot of them… it didn’t really show the impact of such a title, which is what the role Inquisitor is all about. Kaaras obtained the mark by chance, as all of them did, but you gave deep and profound meaning to the happenstance of the mark with a muse who could convince me he was destined for it. This is on account of your character development and writing. Kaaras is more than someone who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, this massive change in his life holds deep impact and that is something you bring to life in every thread. Honestly… now it is hard for me to even play my own Inquisitors because Kaaras fits the title so perfectly

And I don’t mean to diminish the importance of other Inquisitors in rp because they are all important and there are many who fit the title wonderfully. But there is just something about Kaaras that will always hold a place in our hearts.

There are many more honestly. People I rp with and don’t rp with.As for writers outside of rp: Neil Gaiman will always take the cake. He is my favorite forever. The man created worlds that brought me back from crippling depression and years of uninspired stagnation that made me feel lost and worthless. He reminded me that I have worlds to create as well. Aside from Neil Gaiman my favorites are Chuck Palahniuk, Garth Nix and the ancient writers of mythology.

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*drops him and ilyria in the library somewhere for quiet reading time*

Dr. Antyllus greatly approves

[tavis-of-bannorn]

“never trust a Magister. he has a hundred motives for anything he does - 99 of them, at least, malevolent.”

Tavis blinked at the woman, not really certain if she was speaking to him or herself. He had, in fact, been reading a book on Tevinter: their society regarding magic use was his specific interest. Blood magic seemed a strange issue there from as far as he had read and Dorian lightly expanded on the issue at his behest. He generally avoided that topic with others though, as would be expected and simply stuck to finding his knowledge through text.“Judging from this, I don’t believe you are that far off,” he said quietly and glanced at the book before looking at her with a quiet gaze. “But how can I judge a person I have never met?”

He supposed that such a statement coming from a marked elf would be rather unusual. Tevinter was known for horrendous cruelty towards his people, but not all of them could be that atrocious, or so he imagined.

[awhisperofwhite]

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It was the crowd that carried her where it willed. She, slight enough, without fight or need to shoulder her way through--was swept along in them. Like a minnow in a school of rushing salmon. Her cloak’s hood kept the worst of the sunlight from her face, gloves protected skin of hands, even the feather white of hair was bound this time. To give her more chances to seem just another body in a sea of them. They deposited her before a shop that sang strange songs, quiet and strange, to her. This world’s song was so...broken, like me, different, that to find a single note of gentleness had her turn her attentions to the door and inward. Glass tittered like delicate maids in the lamp’s light glow. Sadhbh found herself floating between mystery or curiosity, surrounded by objects that she wished to touch. She did not. But continued to wonder in dream like honey-bee hovering from shelf to shelf, display and such. There were a few other bodies within the shop, a man with a basso voice that seemed to be displeased with something the woman behind the counter did. When Sadhbh finally pulled herself away from a spun-glass creations, something the man said caused the woman to stiffen, the reflexive response to make a fist around whatever it was in her hand and crush it. The man was leaning across the counter now. For long moments, Sadhbh could do nothing but watch as he attempted to presume on the lady’s status of being wed or unwed. Though the little woman in her cloak did not stir, the encounter made fleeting thoughts leap in her own, remembered fear. Instinctual, Sadhbh’s hand made the sign of the earth; whispering the words of a simple healing charm. As what was clasped in the hand had cut the woman. She wondered if it was glass? And it was not until she had finished her silent incantation that she realized what she had done and startled, bumped into the man in her hurry to withdraw.