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@vecngful-blog
So I know I’m already not active and that’s cuz retail holiday season hell but also just yesterday the whole top row of letters on my keyboard except for two decided to stop working on top of the keyboard gaining input lag registration so.... consider this an inconvenient indefinite hiatus until I get this sorted
maestrodarte:
for the moment leonardo had been preoccupied with a rather interesting looking flower, his travels had ceased for the moment. he stooped over the bushel, sketchbook in hand, hair tucked behind his ear as he captured the enigma on paper before plucking the bloom from it’s stem and placing it in the pages of his sketchbook. the fair voice drew him from his near finished sketch and leo stumbled back onto the road, blinking a few times almost dumbly as he took in the other man. the artist’s brow furrowed and he stooped to pick up his bag of tricks before approaching. “i am afraid not, ser. was he a friendly bear?” leonardo doubted that, of course, given the state of the man as he approached. “hug you too tight, did he?” the artist chuckled, rummaging around in his bag for his pipe. “i have something that may help.” this road was a dangerous one. leonardo had known that before he’d started. danger never really deterred him. in most cases it was intriguing. there was always something to learn. still, he held the pipe out almost proudly. “travelling alone are you?” leonardo paused. “perhaps i did see your bear, upon second thought. quite large, you say?”
… Okay, perhaps he did invite that sort of a reaction. It wasn’t like anyone with half a sane mind would dare to chase after the wildlife, but when several scared families and a good pouch of money that was far more than one had seen in ages well… one might become very open to the idea of bear combat.
The starvation on top of it just seemed to send the mage over the bend.
“Thanks, but I’m good…” As if on cue he spent a moment focusing more of his magic into the larger of the wounds, much without care to whether or not the stranger would respond positively or not. In such situations, Anders really couldn’t be bothered. The cooling energy forced a hiss of discomfort as he seemed to press down to staunch the bleeding as best as possible against the hasty and tattered cloth bandages that seemed to have been made up of strips from a thin blanket.
When he felt what little life return to his body, Anders then proceeded to wave his staff in a way that was to be indicative of ‘alarmingly large’ and ‘very ferocious’.
“Did I mention drooling as well…? Bloody beasts of these parts seem to be more of a nightmare than I remember them being…” There was another groan, though this time it was more out of annoyance than anything. “… Anyways, I could ask you the same, you know… alone out here with the mighty beasties and whatnot.”
A beat. “And the demons. Don’t go forgetting them.”
samestarsouls:
Pandora couldn’t help but chuckle “It’s not much of a secret, there’s bears here! I know it seems terrible when you get attacked but this forest actually has lovely creatures, Fennecs, for example, and nugs!”
She grew serious pretty fast, though, “The demons are different, of course, even I won’t defend them” she walked closer to the man, she couldn’t just leave him there, but he did seem to have a few tricks up his sleeve, “You healed that up pretty quick, I had never seen something like that,” she’d have to ask her brother about it later, he knew more healing techniques than she did, after all, “But you’re still going to need help if you want to… not die, please allow me to help you”
“Wasn’t a part of my quarry but I’ll admit they were a less than pleasant surprise…” It made the demon problems in Kirkwall seem so…small. Maker, he really couldn’t imagine just what this felt like to people who weren’t already used to it.
Another hiss, and this time the blood seemed to staunch all together. Good…if he was to make it to that entrance in one piece he would need to do it with less interruptions.
“Fortunately I’m extremely lucky in that regard and oddly talented enough to not even know when to die.”There was a pause, before he made himself look up at the elf. “You know these forests, aye? I’m looking for signs of an old Tevinter ruin that goes deep underground.”
praeceptore-m:
when the order was given to capture the grey warden apostate responsible for the destruction of Kirkwall’s chantry, Cullen had little hope in being able to bring Anders to justice. now, however, as the news of his apprehension by the inquisition’s soldiers have reached him through one of Leliana’s scouts, the commander is left vacillating between allowing the inquisitor to judge the apostate as they see fit, or to take justice into own hands and simply leave Anders to rot in Skyhold’s prison. though incredibly frowned upon, the latter option seemed to be so much more attractive, lest the inquisitor decides to recruit this abomination for own purpose. what to do…what to do…
he’s pacing back and forth as if an irate, caged animal whilst the mage insists on talking. noise…noise he needed silence. otherwise he could not think, could not steady own hands that shook, albeit insignificantly, aching to act, to draw his sword and put it to good use. not a bruise, commander. the inquisitor’s words ring hollow and he isn’t even listening any longer. all Cullen could will himself to focus on was the one responsible for so much death and devastation. the city that had suffered tremendous losses…the templar order that he had to rebuild from the ground up Kirkwall was a blood-soaked nightmare and it will take more than one lifetime for the apostate to make up for the crime he had committed.
❝ stop talking. ❞ he intones a curt reply, gaze finally pinned onto the mage and, for the first time in a while, the choler is painted vividly upon his mien, his innermost thoughts laying bare before the other’s feet to say that Cullen Rutherford was ired would be the biggest understatement of the Dragon Age. ❝ you ❞ when nothing else comes, the former templar quietly exhales, hands running through the impeccably styled mane out of sheer frustration, accidentally messing it up in the process. what could he say now? ❝ have you any idea ❞ again he tries. still, nothing. Cullen is no longer pacing back and forth, however, his gaze has not left Anders for a single moment.
It was a natural reflex that such a sharp tone and anger would make the mage all but curl a little into himself. He could feel something tighten I the back of his mind, unsure if it was his own feeling or that of Ven—Justice, either way one of them really didn’t like that.
Either way it was well deserved.
Another sharp twist had him flinching, though this time it wasn’t from the gaze as much as it was the other presence. Angry, still so angry but perhaps in his hearts of hearts he knew that this was the right thing to do. Or… lack of hearts. Whatever it was that spirits had seemed to use to make their so called judgments and choices of actions. Anders could barely make himself heave out a sigh as he leaned back against that pitiful wall. “… Don’t give me that look. You of all people had to have some kind of idea to my character. You know I wouldn’t be locked in this cage if I didn’t want to pay for the things I did.”
Because allowing a madman and murderer a second chance was a mistake and perhaps the most lethal mistake that could have been made. The world turned for the worse, each day Anders had been left to claw at what little of his own sanity remained and to question just what it was that clawed at him from within. And the noise… the constant broken song that played like a faint distant echo in his mind and tingled under the expanse of his skin…
“… I don’t deserve anything but at least tell me one thing.” Amber hues looked up at the other, whatever traces of the mage that had hurled the ball of chaos straight into Kirkwall burned away in such a tired and broken shell. “Your Inquisitor… has a proper head on those shoulders, yes? If I’m to die… I’d like some things honored first for the safety of everyone involved.”
samestarsouls:
Starter for @vecngful
“Creators! You look rough… Are you alright? Did you get caught on a storm or something?” Pandora was genuinely concerned about the man, this part of he forest was close to the city, but she hadn’t seen anyone in such a state in a while, she couldn’t help but react as she did whenever she saw a hurt animal, “Please, let me help you… offer you a hot meal? A place to sleep? Whatever you need!”
Well… at least someone seemed to have the decency to confirm that he had looked as bad as he felt. Grimacing, he pressed a finger against one of the deeper gashes. A hiss of pain soon tapered into relief as a soft glow of blue seemed to seep into the lines of blood and skin. “Well… the wildlife has a fun of making it known that you’re unwelcomed… never mind the things that the quakes shook up…”
Though remembering that had brought the mage back to his feet—though the struggle of the effort did nearly bring him toppling back over. “Maker’s arse—” He swore. “Warn anyone coming through—the forest isn’t safe…”
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Full offense and disclaimer if you wanna deck And.ers straight in his big nose then consider this my full permission to.
… Of course, the universe would be against him having a moment of peace. And perhaps if the one guy himself wasn’t standing right there with that all too familiar tone he might have actually cast quite the scathing look at that gaudy statue of Andraste.
Maker be willing, he would take falling into a sewer hole to escape this.
“You know—you must be the only archer I know that could call such a little thing ‘smarting’.” Perhaps it was uncalled for, but it was the Anders way of regaining what little dignity he would have left. Well… assuming that there would be any of that left after the daily chores were done and he could retreat back to the safety of Darktown to scream into a filthy pillow over his shame.
… And ignore that rather unhelpful grumping in his head, but that was just something he would have to bear with.
He could swear he felt the physical glaring of a few of the sisters as if just waiting for the mage to make so much as a little wisp so they could scream. Or maybe it was the paranoia talking, at the end of the day Anders wasn’t sure he could ever tell the scrambled remains of his brain apart from the other. The mage didn’t bother with waiting for a protest, already making sure to grab Sebastian so he might be able to act on his craft in the safety of the outside—or wherever he felt like he wasn’t going to be smited from existence.
“I’m beginning to find it a miracle none of you have managed to turn up dead on your own, you know. Then again it probably helps to have me at your beck and call.” He had stopped once they were safely outside to wave a hand. A single breathe of a light blue haze tickled against the archer’s cheek, cooling and soothing as the magic seeped in to make a quick and unnoticeable stitch up of the wound.
“… I’d wipe off the blood, if I were you.”
@makercursed
“… You know, I’m beginning to get the feeling that you attract this kind of trouble on purpose.”
Then again, perhaps it was something he should have expected from their first meeting and how trouble might as well have been her middle name. And perhaps he had a bit of thanks for that owed to the Marchers and their so-called patriotism as well. But at this point, Anders was sure he would do just about anything to be able to walk down the street without an arrow pointed at his face.
He gave a rather polite little whap to the backside of one of their unfortunate ambushers to send them off—probably one of the luckier ones for that matter, and the mage gave a roll of his shoulders. “’least this lot’s going to be cleared out for now, but Maker do they give me reason to miss the simpler days…”
There was a pause as he soon turned attention back to Hawke. “Nothing broken, right?”
@fadetogrey
Even in the smallest of villages, he was bound to overstay his welcome. Keeping three steps ahead of the rest of the world was an ever growing headache and heartache to bear, and even now he hated the idea of having to abandon yet another place he had made a home in.
But the word of a stranger clad in unfamiliar armor was enough for Anders to make the hard decision. These were nice people, hit hard by the ravages of the war yet seemed insistent on thriving against all the odds, they didn’t deserve the trouble that someone like him might cause. Hands moving as quick as he could manage to get as much of the necessities stuffed straight into his pack. He had to run, had to go and hopefully throw off the trail—
“—!” Shit, the door had creaked open. Hopefully it was just a local. Hopefully it was just the one that wouldn’t ask questions…
“Clinic’s closed for the day.” It was a quick comment spat over his shoulder—one that would definitely sound odd to any of the locals. “If you won’t die from it, then consider waiting until… well, whenever.”
The Grey Warden you are looking for has currently absconded from the premises in hopes of preserving what little remains of his sanity. Please leave a message after the beep.
breakhischains:
vecngful:
no. you’re a mean elf. there’s a difference.
that’s fine. hawke thinks i’m an animal too. in the sheets.
B( don’t bring hawke up that’s just rude
❝ I told you to get off me! ❞
“Not an option here.”
For all their words with each other, he knew that look alltoo well. The way those hands clawed and metallic tips tore into his skin, theway those emeralds seemed to be a million miles away… he could still recall thedays he woke up in such a state himself. And really, it was to be expected.
Maybe he wouldn’t be thanked, probably not, but someone wasbound to be a little thankful that the idiot didn’t hurt himself in theprocess.
breakhischains:
vecngful:
breakhischains replied to your post: ❝ Hurting me won’t help. ❞
did you just call me an animal? BT
problem? :T
it’s cause i’m an elf isn’t it
no. you’re a mean elf. there’s a difference.
breakhischains replied to your post: ❝ Hurting me won’t help. ❞
did you just call me an animal? BT
problem? :T
❝ You’re a big help. As usual. ❞
“—Don’t make me laugh while it hurts.” The blood pooled through the shreds of his robes and between his fingers and the wheeze that escaped sounded as painful as it seemed to look on the mage’s face. Apparently these beach side ambushes were getting smarter by the day.
“Those bloody archers could bother to ear their own arrows…”
