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âIs⌠that a serious question?â
He didnât say anything, just stared. Thatâs his serious face.
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crowdefector:
âIs⌠that a serious question?â
He didnât say anything, just stared. Thatâs his serious face.
crowdefector:
âNo backers of the Howe family that I canât do away with? Or perhaps some enemies of Amaranthine or your claim to Vigilâs Keep?â
âCertainly there must be someone that you wish to see dead but donât have the time to deal with them.â
   â Are the common Darkspawn not enough for you? â
crowdefector:
âPreferably my targets would be human and yours would be darkspawn. It is what we are both best at respectively, no?â
   â Zevran, no. Politicians are of no worries to the Grey Wardens.    Only darkspawn. Besides, they can hardly touch us since the    Wardens are not a political group. â
crowdefector:
He sighs. âYour enthusiasm is overwhelming as always.â
âI was thinking that perhaps you should give me a list. I could slowly and quietly make my way down the list of known enemies of the Grey Wardens of Ferelden. Since I am not technically one of your order, it will keep any controversy of their deaths from ever reaching you and it will keep me from the incredibly high chance of dying of the Blight that I have while I follow you on your quests. It would be a winning situation for the both of us!â
   â That depends, are these âknown enemiesâ politicians or of     the darkspawn variant? â
crowdefector:
âBut of course- and quite a lot of it! It may not be the same code of honor as that of a Ferelden noble conscripted into the Grey Wardens, mind you, but many of us do act with honor.âÂ
âNow, would you care to hear my proposal?â
   â I believe I donât have a choice. Well, what is it, Zevran? â
crowdefector:
âI have another proposition for you, if youâre inclined to hear it. I believe this one will be more to your liking. Assassinâs honor.â
   â Assassinâs have honor? I wasnât aware of this. â
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fadecloaked:
âSheâs no worse than some of the others weâve in our ranks. But the warning is a welcome one, and Iâll try and keep it in mind. Her son is very sweet.â And⌠different, though Khaliya wasnât sure how to explain. âNot like most you see his age. Heâs smart, though, Iâll give him that.â
âOh! Blackwall, you mean? He pledged his alliance sometime back. Admirable manâI can see why heâs so esteemed among the Wardens. Did you wish to meet him?â The elf turned and looked towards the stables, squinting to see if he was there. âIâm sure heâd love to meet you. He has a great love for the history of the Wardens andâwell, you know. You, being living history and all.â
He smiled again. But this time at the mention of his son. Though the situation wasnât exactly ideal for them, he wouldnât trade it for the world. He loved his son more than words could express.
   â Heh, aye, that sounds like him. Bright boy. Morriganâs strict with    his teachings, I guess. Good on him, many children his age donât    often receive schooling. â
At the name of the Grey Warden, Marcus paused to think on it. Nothing registered in him, no solid face, only murmur, and even those were faint. Even stranger that he did not sense the taint in this area. He shrugged it off.
   â Iâd love to, some other time how ever. I wanted to meet with your    advisers first before going off and making friends with some of the    people in the Inquisition. Iâm happy to hear, however, that youâre    befriending the Wardens. Weâre powerful allies against the    Darkspawn, and no doubt Warden Blackwall has been a great    assest to the Inquisition. Have you ever made contact with a Grey    Warden before, Inquisitor Khaliya? â
.01 Â the time of Awkenings was probably the "happiest" for Marcus. not in the sense that he was emotionally happy throughout that time but it was a time when he was finally settling with his demons and his past. it was the time when he could finally bury his parents, when he finally settled with the fact that he was now a Grey Warden and that would be his life from here on out, and finally the time when he felt like he had a place and that was with the Wardens. he felt like his life finally had some sort of stability in it and it was a concept he had forgotten in the Fifth Blight.
      â if you ask me, it sounds like youâre letting this ending the blight thing        get to your head. who would have thought? â
       with that, he lets a laugh go and grins.Â
  " I may not wield humor like you do but at I can say I've    remained humble throughout the years! "
  âLuxuryâs a nice way of putting it. Itâs strangeâ   did you know thereâs people that deliver food to   your door here?â
Of course he did. He was nobility, not Dalish. Cousland was still a Warden, and a man who had spent a good deal of time traveling and surviving against difficult odds. But Khaliya returned his bow, and had the dignity to pretend that she didnât notice his wistful gazing at Morrigan.
  âHer knowledge, I think, doesnât just come from   books alone. I wanted to ask if sheâd met with any   of the clans, but she started getting this look after   I started asking too many queâerr, nevermind.â
And then her voice lowered, hushed tones and a quick glance of their surroundings. Sheâd wasted enough time, and Marcus deserved better than her ever-curious mind running its course once more. âYou know of the Eluvian. Just how much do you know of it, though?â
Another chuckle. She gave off this warming feel of a familiarity and casualness. Rare for him to find leaders with that. Certainly he did not posses that.
  " We had that back at Highever. Everytime I come to visit    my brother he insists on throwing me feasts. I keep trying    to tell him that it isn't neccessary but he's as stubborn as I    am. "
It was a warm memory, enough to make the man smile, which was rare if you asked his loved ones. There was a brief moment where he let himself linger in the warmth of the memory before snapping back to that moment. He cleared his throat, mostly as an excuse to shift his expression back to what it once was.
  " Aye -- sounds like her. She doesn't enjoy having people    poke and prod about her past life. Don't take it personally,    Inquisitor, I promise it's not. "
A random thought came to him.
  " Forgive me if this is intruding but do I understand correctly    that you have a Grey Warden in your midst? "
  " Why is that it feels like you're getting more and more    rusty at this whole fighting Darkspawn thing? Haven't    you been doing this more than me? "
A chuckle rang from him as he uttered both the tease and the challenge.
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{ â }    "Where the hell have you been?â He snapped bitterly, arms folding,         fingers tucked between his chest and biceps. He was a patient         manâto an extentâbut having been left to the whims of whatever         nonsense kicked up during Marcusâ leave was a little more than         infuriating. And it had been just thatânonsense. These idiots didnât         know what honour and sacrifice was if it hit them in the face, clearly.
                  "Do tell me you at least found what you were looking for,                   Warden, lest all of Thedas fall into disrepair. Again.â
Was he shirking his responsibilities? Some could argue. His absences were not... completely rampant and unchecked, though he could see why the man would be getting so upset with him. Though tired, he would not let his fellow Grey Warden rile him up. Not like he was anyways.
  " Grey Warden business, if you would believe me anyways.     A bit of scouting -- then some personal business. Trivial     things that are no longer a priority for now. Don't tell me     you actually missed me, Loghain. "
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> Name: Marcus Aedan Cousland > Age: 22 [Â da:o ], 29 [Â end of da2 ], 32 [Â da:i ] > Species: Human > Allignment: Lawful Good
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drinker smoker done/does drugs knows what a broken heart feels like has committed a crime suffers a physical disability suffers a mental disorder has experienced severe traumaÂ
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> Biggest fear: Succumbing to the Taint. Losing his brother Fergus. > Recurring nightmare: Wakes up, finding himself already deep into the Calling. His body is wretched and decayed. No control over his actions, he attempts to claw at his own body. It never goes farther than that. > Something they miss: His family. > Biggest regret: Not being able to save Oren or Oriana. > Pressure point: The death of his family. Trivializing the Grey Wardens. > A secret: What truly happened with Urthemiel and him being able to survive slaying it.
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He chose the most isolated place, the quietest which also happened to have the best view. Up upon the ramparts where the tattered barracks lie. A familiar face as well lingered in one of the rooms, though Marcus avoided him as well. He needed a moment to his own thoughts.
He heard the steps growing closer. His head tilted towards the sound which belonged to the Inquisitor. A mage. Marcus held in his reservations about him. Besides, he was their only hope after all.
  " Thank you for letting me rest here for a night, Inquisitor. I'll    make sure that my time here is short. "
    â Warden-Commander. Leliana speaks highly of you, for good reason I would suspect. I was under the impression that your sojourn here was brief. â
    There was weight in that title, a burden laid heavily upon those of the Makerâs children whose sacrifices to the world were the greatest of all. A question lay in her use it, unvoiced, regarding his absence from Thedas when they so desperately needed him. Instead, another was sent in his stead. For better, or for worse, the Champion and the Warden-Commander were both alive. What that meant in the grand scheme of things was up to the Maker to decide, but to those who did his work, it simply meant another force on the side of righteousness.
     Righteousness. Such a thing seemed far off, with so many dead at the hands of a madman.
    The Seeker straightened her shoulders, regarding the man with an even gaze that betrayed little of her thoughts on the matter of his disappearance. The Champion had been hers to find and Marcus Cousland, Lelianaâs. The Left Hand would no doubt have words for him, and anything Cassandra had to say on the matter would be extraneous. So she let it be, focusing instead on the forefront of his statement.
    â Do you mean Master Tethras? I have no doubt that he painted quite a picture of us while he was spinning his tale for you. What unflattering falsehoods has he planted? â
  " Aye -- it will be. My travels have taken me back to Ferelden,    much to my displeasure, heh. I figured while I am here, I would    see this so called Inquisition with my own eyes. "
There were still many questions in his mind that were still left unanswered, and no doubt that this trip would make it worse. Thought there has been some light that has been shed on certain subjects. The Champion had passed by, after making quite the noise, from what he heard. Alive, as well. But not without a cost.
He separate himself from that thought, for his own sake.
Back to the Seeker, his unbroken visage remained, only pensiveness would be visible on him. Hidden behind the veil of his cowl.
  " He had... interesting descriptions of everyone. And the ones of    The Champion as well. Those, however, I read in his book.    Nothing too out there, I assure you. Told me of what happened    at Redcliffe, the destruction of Haven, and then... Adamant. "
He paused momentarily -- out of respect for the lost.
  " I was tempted to ask about the Champions tale but I figured    it'd be better to ask about the Inquisition than the events of    Kirkwall. Though, correct me if I'm wrong, but did you and    the Inquisitor truly fight off three dragons back at Haven?    Seems like... quite a bit. "