#tevintertemplar

[freefromthequn]

@tevintertemplar || (x)

tevintertemplar:

“Well, you’re still a sight for sore eyes, so I won’t complain.” Ariadne teased, stepping forward to shake the other woman’s hand. Her mother would have had an apoplexy at the sight, but Ariadne was hoping to shake that off.

“Ariadne Maren. Former Knight Captain back in Minrathous, recently joined up as a soldier and occasionally training the riffraff that are turning into the Inquisition’s army.” She gave Moira a good firm shake, and then went back to leaning against the wall. “Well, I think the Inquisition could use those talents. I’ve had some of what they’ve made, and I think some of the bread they make could be used as doorstops.”

Moira chuckled, grasping Ariadne’s hand firmly for a moment too long before releasing it.

“A pleasure.  I’m sure the Inquisition will be grateful for your skills.  I’ve heard farmers and merchants are enlisting in droves, so I imagine you’re teaching them from scratch.”

She winced at the description of the bread.  “And I imagine it’s got all sorts of bugs in it too?  Don’t worry, I’ll provide you and everyone else with fresh bread that won’t break your teeth.”

[freefromthequn]

@tevintertemplar || (x)

tevintertemplar:

She chuckled, deciding to ease up on the flirting. He was clearly not that used to it, looking at that blush. “Well, that’s good to hear. I hear they can use all the hands they got. Though definitely not an excuse for a bad contract.” She shrugged, adjusting her shield on her back. “Mind if I tag along? Safety in numbers, and I swear I am not so much of a Vint that I’ll be an asshole.”

Akorad would be infinitely grateful for the easing up.

“That’s what I’ve heard too.  We’re one of several mercenary companies hired to work under their banner.  I’ve heard the Bull’s Chargers are already there, great company.”  It was clear he was excited at the prospect of working with such a well-known group of mercenaries.

“You’re welcome to travel with us, Miss.  My name is Akorad Ozek.  Field Captain of the Valo-Kas.”

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"Happy birthday, amico!" Ariadne gave Moira a warm smile and handed her a basket. Inside, there was a little pot of salve and a little jar of spices. "It's horn balm, and the other is some masala from home."

Moira accepted the basket with a wide smile.  “Thank you so much!”

She opened the jar of spice to smell it and gives a delighted groan.  “Oh, this smells fantastic!  And the balm is something I desperately needed.  Thank you, Ariadne.”

Moira closed the jar and pulled Ariadne in for a quick hug.

[freefromthequn]

"You going my way, handsome?" Ariadne teased, making her way over to the tall Qunari man. "Well, towards Skyhold, that is? I'm getting a 'joining the Inquisition' vibe from you." - tevintertemplar

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“I... Ah, what?”  Akorad cleared his throat and started over.  “Well, yes, actually.  The Valo-Kas have been hired to join the Inquisition.  We’re headed there to discuss the actual contract now.”

He really hoped the slight flush on his cheeks wasn’t too obvious.

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"Well, hello there." Ariadne was unable to stop the slightly flirtatious tone in her voice, leaning against the wall to look at the newest arrival to the Inquisition. "Welcome to Skyhold. Lovely, formidable, and cold enough to freeze my tits off." - tevintertemplar ((for whoever you like))

@tevintertemplar

Moira gave a hearty laugh.  “Fitting description.  Mine froze off on the way here.”  She gestured to her chest, flat beneath the armor she wore.

The qunari extended her hand---missing two fingers---to the other woman with a smile.  “Moira Adaar.  Former lieutenant of the Valo-Kas mercenary company.  Recently hired on as Skyhold’s baker.  The rest of my company is finishing up some business, but I was told since I couldn’t fight I might as well head on up the mountain.”  Well.  She couldn’t really call them her company anymore.  With her bum leg, there was no way she’d be able to fight anymore.  Back to the family business, then.

[greyeyedgriffin]

"Who did this to you?" - tevintertemplar ((Hi))

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@tevintertemplar

Caitlin flinched upon hearing the voice; Maker she couldn’t help it.  Besides her shiver, she did not move, did not dare to, but only waited to see what the woman wanted of her.  For a moment she entertained the idea that the woman might be here to finish her off, and that she wouldn’t necessarily stop her if it meant her suffering ended.  But no, no, that would do no good.

Who did this to her?  What a cruel jest.  She wore armor, just as they did, just as the ones who forced magebane down her throat and starved her of anything else did.  And everything hurt from the ring of bruises around her throat and arms, to the old wound at her crown where she had been slammed against the wall for her refusal to cooperate.  So the mage remained quiet, watching with half-lidded eyes.

[a-sanguine]

BOO! - tevintertemplar ((I'm so sorry but I have to))

                                  Scare the hamster | Not Accepting

Shien had gotten a little lost. Minrathous had changed significantly since his last visit - has it been ten years, or twenty? He was still fairly certain that there was a blacksmith around here, who knew how to mend crossbows. His trusted miniature crossbow was starting to veer a little to the side and while he was working in the area anyway the elf figured, he might as well get it fixed. He was so focused on finding the smithery, he didn’t notice the templar appearing in his back.

When he suddenly heard a loud voice in his back, his instincts reacted faster than his mind. “GYAAAAAAAHH!” Within moments he had scaled the lamppost infront of him, until he was hanging awkwardly from the lamp, like a helpless koala-baby. Finally seeing what, or rather who had scared him so, the elf let out an awkward chuckle. “O-oh! H-hello there, Ser templar. I didn’t notice you there. C-can I do something for- Urgh!” Shien had made the mistake of looking down, only to notice, that he was far too high above the ground for his own preferences.