#skyholdstart

[somnieral]

“Have I mentioned how annoyed I am with everyone calling me an apostate? Kaffas, aren’t all southern mages apostates now?” Sora had gotten sick of the shit they’d been called. Rabbit, go fetch me some water. Knife ear, grab that sword. Apostate, stay in your designated area. Blah blah blah. She was about to go crazy from it all.

[daphnewhitethorn]

Misplaced & Forgotten || Open Starter

@anyone

“I cannot help but feel as though I have misplaced my drink. I swore it was here but a moment ago and I can’t help but assume the barkeep must be snatching them up left and right to end the night already.” 

[bachrcm-blog]

                   “ what is it? ” with a teasing grin upon her lips and eyes twinkling with their usual mischief, levina props her fists upon her hips. “ afraid you’ll lose? i would be too, i suppose – i am QUITE the opponent while you are simply… ” she wrinkles her nose, laughter on the tip of her tongue. “ i understand if you would rather not chance the embarrassment. ”

[cmpssn]

“ do you want some tea? would that help? ”

[primitxs-blog]

                  “No, I’m not a fan of cities.” Emil answered, and gave his companion a gruff frown. 

Two masked noblewomen turned their heads as the Inquisition agents passed, eager for any nip of gossip they could muster even from sight alone, and Emil ducked his eyes from their immediate line of vision. The last thing he needed were rumours going around about what sort of man with eyes like his was hanging around with the Inquisition’s lot.

                                   “And furthermore,” he continued, “Why does picking up a package require agents, and not messengers? There’s plenty of work to be done elsewhere.”

OPEN

[halfbloodspromos]

Wiping the blood from her sword Cassandra moved back towards the camp. A hurlock alpha had been too much for the normal soldiers so they’d call her for aid when they’d spotted it. The heat of the desert was beating down on them, the bloodstains on her clothes drying even faster than normal. When she got back to camp she would have to scrub the dried blood from her face. “What is it this time?” she questioned not bothering to look at her new companion. There were few she wished to speak with anyway.

[lyriumdog]

          The other warriors around him were twice his size and avoiding Fenris’ gaze as if it were deadlier than his sword. He was RESTLESS, his skills rustier than they’d been for years, and he radiated sourness. Months Fenris had spent on the road, cleaving through slave-trade camps and side-stepping the enemies he made along the way, but Skyhold had made him uncomfortably slow. Each soldier he approached would refuse his offer to spar with him for fear he’d seize their vital organs if the fight didn’t go his way – so, it appeared he had a REPUTATION. Fortunately for him, a new face appeared in the training camp, and Fenris didn’t care if they be archer, swordsman or mage.

          “You there,” he announced, sword pointed in the other’s direction, “do you accept my challenge?”

[somnieral]

Sora hissed. “HEY! Be easy,” she growled, glancing down at the large bite on her leg. She sniffled, trying not to cry. But fuck, it hurt. “I hate hyenas, and I hope they all go extinct.” After a moment, she looked away.

“Thanks, I guess. For helping me get patched up.”