A Thousand Generations

{ Custom Origin || Warrior } Indie Dragon Age OC.

[circulusordinis-blog]

xbloodbath

[circulusordinis-blog]

Josephine had brought a rather precarious incident to Theo’s attention; one that needs to be resolved sooner rather than later.

Apparently someone had thrown bricks at one of Skyhold’s recently finished windows. Sure, it’s a trivial detail in the larger picture, but it’s still a problem that needs to be handled. Somebody is technically assaulting the stronghold — even if the intention isn’t to harm anybody inside, the designer’s feelings excluded.

"Excuse me," Theo says, disapproving expression on his face, "But what do you think you’re doing?”

[xbloodbath]

"I'm helping you redecorate," she murmurs, hefting another chunk of brick and mortar. A small pile lays by her feet, scavenged from underneath the scaffolds whenever the workers decide to take a break. Whomever has decided to approach her doesn't warrant eye contact just yet, the slab in her hand suddenly sailing through the air to impact high on Skyhold's wall, a shower of stone shards spraying off into the wind.

"Fuck," comes the mutter, the word spat out onto the ground in a splatter of dissatisfaction. One window yet remains intact up above, and making a final attempt at destruction isn't really an option with Theo bearing down on her. "You've got real nasty wasp nests up there. Been trying to knock 'em down all morning. You wanna give it a go?" The question is asked in a bright, unassuming tone, a brick offered to the Inquisitor as she continues to examine her handiwork, one hand planted on her hip.

Please look up, please look up, please look up...

[xbloodbath]

it's 3AM but like for a starter

[viatoripatuit-blog]

Feyros has to stop himself from making a face at the woman’s words. What are you inquisiting. Did she miss the giant hole in the sky? All the demons that fell out of it? How the templars have gone mad and resorted to consuming red lyrium?

He lowers his hands, but doesn’t move from where he stands. Feyros has no desire to give the intimidating glare the woman is giving off meaning; not with actions, anyway. All he wanted to do was gather some herbs by himself, not come across an angry looking warrior fighting red templars. “I’m inquisiting the Breach. You know, the giant hole that was in the sky? The reason there are hordes of demons roaming Thedas.”

[xbloodbath]

"So, you're inquisiting the reason that I haven't had to delve into some godforsaken pit in the ground to get my murdering fix? Close it if you must, but I'm going to have fun for as long as the opportunity presents itself." Her tone is flippant, uncaring-- Whether or not she saw an opponent behind the eyes of whatever she ended up fighting was unclear, as long as there happened to be something she could crush under the heel of her boot when everything was said and done.

The Breach hasn't caused her too much concern. Life is a countdown anyways, and hers is going quicker than most. What's another few years shaved off of it?

Going to the Deep Roads was never an attractive option anyways.

[xbloodbath]

become my friend and receive three (3) free gifts

[lieutenantkrem-blog]

Krem hadn’t really expected the reaction from the woman. He had truly wanted to help. He nodded his head, apologetic look on his face. "I’m sorry, serah. I wouldn’t worry too much about me gettin’ mauled. Handled my fair share of bears." She seemed serious and he didn’t want to bother her any longer. "Once again, my apologies serah. Me and my group are camped further up." A quick walk along the beach had ended in this? Perhaps he should have just minded his own business and left her be. It wasn’t that he thought she couldn’t have handled it herself, it was more to aid his fellow men…and women. "I’ll take my leave then."  He tipped his head down, keeping his eyes on her as he moved past her.

[xbloodbath]

More than one potential interruption then-- at least they weren't bandits, though a strong case could certainly be made for the convenience of being able to simply crush a few outlaws and be done with them. Any group operating inside the law (or the bounds of common decency, at the very least) presented the issue of needing to be treated with a measure of courtesy.

"Look, I appreciate what you were trying to do for me. I've got my breeches in a twist because I use that sort of junk as a coping mechanism-- If I don't bash a skull in every once in a while, I get a little too likely to see how far I can throw the next person who gets on my nerves."

She doesn't look at him, content to talk to herself as she nudges at the bear's corpse with a foot. She knows she was wrong to nearly bite his head off like she did, though the only evidence is a thread of exasperated apology woven into the reluctant explanation. Whether she's actually remorseful is an entirely different matter; a smart person would avoid insulting an armed member of an unknown group whether or not they even had the capacity to feel repentant.

"I'm doubtful it'll have much of a chance of happening out here, but better safe than being responsible for casting someone out to sea with a sidearm pitch. More or less why you found me screaming at the largest predator I could piss off with a reasonable chance for survival."

[alacritae-blog]

     wide-eyed, stunned silence greeted the one whose      boot who had so easily broken in the door, and arivis      stayed on the floor, back to the side of her bed,      as she stared. no fear, at least; rather, just      surprise. if an assassin wanted to kill her, they      probably wouldn’t have kicked in the door.

     and after everything, all that the woman says, the      only thing that arivis can think to ask, sounding      suitably perplexed and an equal amount of tentative:

          "do demons conform to our meal schedules?"

     she hopes the carpenter gets here soon. she doesn’t      much like the look of the door.

[xbloodbath]

"Are you really that eager to find out?" she retorts swiftly, the words coming out so close on the heels of Arivis' that they nearly slapped them out of the air. Patience was a virtue, but virtuous was an adjective that hadn't landed in the same sentence as Raime's name since before her conscription. Any willingness to wait had been eroded by the sheer inconvenience of being monitored, and having the one person that could free her from the eagle-eyed gaze of Inquisition Soldier #90485 sitting on the floor and making quips at her was like having a Hurlock start vigorously kicking at the last vestiges of her self-restraint.

The aforementioned Inquisition Soldier #90485 peers around Raime's shoulder, raising a hand in a futile attempt to pull the reaver back before his grasp is swatted away. There's a short, sharp snap and he gasps quietly, cradling his hand as he jerks back into the hallway.

"I'll pay for his splint, but only if you hurry up and get off the damn floor."

[xbloodbath]

stares at my adult responsibilities

[lieutenantkrem-blog]

Krem knew what the woman was as soon as he hacked up the bear’s side. Just like Bull. Wielded a weapon similar to the one he had now…though Bull liked to change his out between greatswords and mauls. He thought he was helping…he figured most good natured people would have stepped in to help if they had the means. What Krem didn’t expect was to be snapped at in such an angry tone once they had finally gotten the beast down. He blinked, ax still at his side as he stared at her. "I..well…I was tryin’ to help is all." She had looked badly beaten the closer he had gotten and he could never turn tail and ignore what was happening. "If ya want I can find another bear and lure him to ya…"  Well, that was the least he could do if this woman wanted to deal with one on her own. "Though, I’m afraid it’s habit of mine to charge in head first into what other people are doin’."

[xbloodbath]

"No one ever stop you before because you got an axe, eh?" she grumbled, continuing to watch him with her frown riveted in place. The bear's body was still warm, but without a beating heart inside it for her to target the bloodlust had already begun to drain from Raime's system. It would tuck itself back under the cover of a barely personable facade until the moment blades were drawn again, always more than ready to erupt as soon as the moment seemed opportune.

As the rage passed, a malcontented grunt left her lips as she swung her blade to its place on her back. Knuckles popped and cracked as she flexed gauntleted hands, spitting to the side and rubbing her nose, only to leave mud and gristle smeared across her face.

"I have no idea who you are, and I don't want to be held responsible for you getting yourself mauled." She turns, her unhappy glower temporarily cast out to sea, arms spread wide as if to welcome the tide. "Just because you think axing a bear in the gut sounds like a fun time doesn't mean you could get close to a second one without losing your insides." Armored digits are planted on her hips with an audible thunk.

"Please don't interrupt me again. If we're both camping on the coast-- I'm going to assume you are, as you don't really seem to be carrying enough supplies on you to get any sort of distance --that much needs to be said."

[xbloodbath]

trying to recreate raime in inquisition is proving difficult

u want a million scars? here u go

u want a scar across your nose? go fuck yourself

[alacritae-blog]

xbloodbath

[alacritae-blog]

     there is a knocking coming from arivis’ closed      door; rarely does she have visitors that come all       the way to her quarters — thus, she reasons, it      must be important enough to get out of bed for.

     after another minute or two, anyway. the world can      always wait —

          she falls asleep again. 

     until her door gets kicked in, and arivis falls out of      her bed.

     "by the creators —”

[xbloodbath]

She was half-worried that her boot would just punch straight through the board, but the Maker had granted his providence to the wood that day, if not so much to the hinges. The door didn't just fall against the sudden impact as much as it burst inward, skittering along the floor as far as it could to reveal a rather annoyed looking woman. Plated arms were quick to cross in front of her chest as she stared down the disheveled Inquisitor, lips twisting in a displeased scowl.

"So your brother said that I had to come talk to you before he'd let me walk around without poorly disguised guards tailing me everywhere. Aren't you two supposed to be saving the world or something? It's practically lunchtime and I don't find the idea of serving as the meat in a demon's sandwich particularly attractive."

The unhappy expression on her face seems to be just about as stuck as a dwarf who underestimated the size of his gut. Someone calls for a carpenter in the distance.

[xbloodbath]

a roleplay community of just hawkes. hawkes everywhere. hawkes all the way down.

[alacritae-blog]

          alacritae more like alacritaaaay, amirite?

     so it turns out that arivis got a lot more popular than      expected, which is awesome, because she’s cute and i      love her and i hope everyone else loves her too. but this      also means i have over 100 people who wanna chat her      up and i’m still in awe of that and therefore gotta give a      little back, yeah? :D 

I’LL FACETANK A DRAGON FOR YOU ANY DAY :    (ilu nerds.)

headofthechargers • herorecipe • knight-captain • thesmophoric • viatoripatuit • xbloodbath • yettosee

SURE, YOU CAN HAVE A BARRIER :    (you’re cool. let’s talk more ic & ooc maybe wink wink)

adiuvarentur • arcxneadvisor • cognxscens • dalxsh • fearnothingness • hxrah • induty • itbegan • iustitianders • lieutenantkrem • miseritus • powerfulstories • rxghthand • stabbystabseeker • talesofrebellion • theharellan • torquefenrir • trxvelyan • vaelly 

HMU @ THE TAVERN :    (we’ve rarely, if ever, spoken. let’s change that.)

cadashsmash • crxdo • gardegris • oathbroken • theantivxndiplomat • theghostofthespire • wardenofthearcane • wildcxrd

[lieutenantkrem-blog]

The Storm Coast is probably the one place in all of Thedas Cremisius doesn’t want to be. It was cold and wet and…sandy. Honestly, he had no idea why they couldn’t have camped out on the hill…no…they had to camp out on the beach. At least there was a lot to do, plenty of excitement. Still, he didn’t like taking off his armor and sand being in every single crevice.  It was his turn for patrol, scouring the cliffs and beach as he walked slowly. The sound of a scream had him pausing before he moved quicker to catch sight of the woman with the bear. He watched for a moment, unsure if he should step in before eventually reaching behind himself to pull his axe from his back.  He rushed forward, a true Charger. His arm came around with his weapon, the sharp edge hitting the beast right in his gut. The hook of the axe dug in deeper as he yanked hard and sliced open his side.

[xbloodbath]

Having a third party barrel into her shouting match was more than a little unexpected, but the sudden scent of blood spilling out from the animal's torn flank was easily enough to force the Reaver's hand. Her blade swung in from the bear's left, an enormous and ornate split-bladed greatsword, suited more to crushing than to cutting or slashing. To call it a practical weapon would require more than the average man was willing to give over to suspension of disbelief, but wielding an overdesigned blade had never slowed Raime down for a second. The great hunk of steel smashed into the side of the beast's skull, a sickening crack marking the deathblow afforded by Krem's sudden possession of the bear's attention. It was a waste of a good fight really, but she still had enough presence of mind to know that it was smart to end conflict as soon as an unknown element was introduced. The Charger had just happened to be that element this time around.

The impact of the blade jars her arms a little bit, the tip of the steel being treated to a splash of crimson. Most of the trauma is internal, the animal dying before it even has a chance to see its own blood. Krem is fixed with baleful eyes peering out from beneath a fringe of dark hair, a nose wrinkled in either annoyance or disgust. Darkspawn blood gave you prowess and dragon blood gave you rage-- mix the two together in the same person and you had a creature that would come down with cabin fever inside its own head if you didn't give it something to kill on the regular.

"You wanna do that again?" she snaps at him, sharp tones mingling with an accent from across the Waking Sea. "Weren't you ever taught that it's rude to barge into other peoples' business?"

[viatoripatuit-blog]

Instinct tells him to reach for his bow, but he stills his hands; doesn’t want to push the issue if he doesn’t have to. Even if this woman is an enemy, she could be swayed to join the Inquisition. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Feyros raises his arms slowly to show he doesn’t wish to battle. “I’m the Inquisitor, Feyros Lavellan. You are?” He cocks his head slightly, examines her form. “And are you okay?”

[xbloodbath]

Ignorance was always an unfortunate side-effect of keeping to yourself, but she had harbored a festering distaste for much of anything ever since she had been conscripted from Nevarra back when the Fifth Blight was still fresh. Things had possessed a penchant for going horribly wrong ever since she'd been sullenly marched to the south, and, to be frank, she found that things tended to avoid going awry the less people were around.

Reasons like that were why Wyatt rarely heard from her anymore.

"Inquisitor? What are you inquisiting?" That's not the right word, is it? She fails to realize she's just made something up, too busy on setting her face into the most intimidating glare she can manage. Hopefully the blood splattered across her features would just add to the effect, but this Inquisitor seemed like the type to be concerned rather than frightened.

[xbloodbath]

lieutenantkrem

A lot of things could be conveyed in a scream; Fear, anger, frustration, misery. Why waste time on words when altering the pitch and tone of a single sound could convince even the rudest of animals of your intent? Of course, the bear was screaming back in its own special way, so perhaps it was possessed of the mind that Raime was the one that needed convincing of the danger. It's not likely to stop her. She hasn't been afraid of something as small as a bear in ages.

Right now, the only thing that occurs to her to be frightened of is losing her footing in the sand. The ground is damp and uncomfortably pliable from where the tide has drawn back out to sea, and the beast will have an easy target if she slips. Still, having blood drawn is never a particularly bad thing in her eyes. The bear can hardly know what consequences will come if the woman is injured a bit too much.

There's a tiny voice in the back of her head that screams at her to quit fooling around and get a move on, but the one shouting for carnage is far more appealing. After all, every second she spends out here is one more second she can spend ignoring Weisshaupt demanding her return.

[hornsofthechargers-blog]

"I want to fight you."

"Are you really certain about that?”

[xbloodbath]

She doesn't say a word, just reaches over, picks up his drink, and drains the remainder in one go.

[viatoripatuit-blog]

xbloodbath

The sound of blades hitting one another startles Feyros, just as he was finishing gathering some elfroot he found just a bit off of the path he was walking. He draws his bow and nocks an arrow, prepared for a possible fight. Feyros curses himself for foolishly leaving the others behind at camp. Even though he’s simply looking for herbs, they haven’t explored much of this area in the Hinterlands; they don’t know the dangers of the area.

Feyros moves swiftly, but quietly, to get himself closer to the noises. He isn’t surprised to see the Red Templar Knight locked in combat with someone, but he is taken aback at the bodies of other Red Templars at their feet. Feyros watches for a few moments, trying to get a good look at who the templar is fighting. It isn’t somebody he recognizes, but clearly they know how to fight. Maybe he could convince them to join the Inquisition; to stand against Corypheus.

He holds his position, waiting for a chance to loose his arrow upon the knight in order to aid the woman they’re fighting. Feyros sees that moment, immediately letting his arrow fly. It his the knight’s leg, making them stumble just long enough for the woman to decapitate them.

Certain that the knight is dead, Feyros holsters his bow and walks over towards the woman. “Excuse me, are you alright?”

[xbloodbath]

The hulk's crystal-plagued head falls to the worn cobble of the road with a clatter, the woman's blade finishing its arc at terminal speed and burying itself in the ground with a spray of soil. Arms were either too tired to stop the weapon or she simply didn't care, the nature of her work demanding frequent maintenance no matter how careful she forced herself to be. The state of her armor already spoke clearly of the fact that she had not spent more than a moment thinking of her own safety, the sheath of steel encasing her body dented, rent, and broken in more than a few places.

A strange expression greets the elf as she turns at his words, the rictus of battle mixed with an aggressive disappointment. Blood is life, but Red Templar blood was shot through with impurity. She already has two flavors of black mixed in with her crimson, and she certainly cannot afford to add a third. A different source of blood will be had eventually, but lifting her weapon has gone from being only a thought away to that of a herculean effort.

Still, there is blood in her mouth from somewhere (bit her own tongue probably, sometimes it can't be helped), and she spits on the ground before squinting at her newest encounter with more than a bit of suspicion. Shits been a little bit too strange for her tastes lately and a friendly elf with a garden's worth of herbs poking out of his pockets certainly continues to fit the bill. It might not be spiky-templars bad, but it was still weird.

"Who the fuck are you?"