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I need to make a timeline of Ameridan's life

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it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow

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Love that one of Solas's biggest regrets is essentially being "born"

Bruh, same

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— "I am Anaris. They call me—" — "A Forgotten One."

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Text Post Meme Ft. Varric Tethras, Solas, and their son, Cole

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Friendship Starters, Vol. 4

(Sentences for friends, with an assortment of feelings. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Do you need me to set you up on a date?"

"I didn't know you were musical!"

"I still think this is deeply irresponsible - and believe me, I would know!"

"What, you admire him now?"

"I'm glad you choose to see me the way you do."

"You look so pretty in that dress!"

"Remember that conversation we had about personal space?"

"So, you two are friends now?"

"You take care of me. You've always taken care of me."

"You may not be having fun, but I am!"

"I didn't know you could cook!"

"I thought you had a way with women?"

"I know you. Something isn't right. I can tell by your voice."

"The things I'm willing to do for you never cease to amaze me."

"Well, if that's the problem, then there's no problem!"

"We're a hell of a team, you and me!"

"You're in my pyjamas!"

"You know what I need after a day like today? A strawberry milkshake with extra whipped cream."

"I hate to say it, but your life sounds a hell of a lot more interesting than mine does right now."

"Smile for the camera!"

"I've spent six years perfecting my recipe! You must try it!"

"I never knew you had a sense of humour!"

"I brought you some groceries, in case you're not eating."

"You have been distracted all evening. I can see that."

"You do whatever you need to do and I'll understand."

"When was it that you lost your imagination?"

"Stop making me laugh! It hurts!"

"You're the most wonderful man in the whole wonderful world!"

"You better not be fucking with me again!"

"Do me one last favour, for old time's sake?"

"Look at that! I taught you to smile!"

"Did you ever have a nickname? Would you like one? Come on, I'm really good at them!"

"I'm not Robin, am I? You know, like Batman and Robin."

"What? Have I got something in my teeth?"

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Crack - Open Rp; Ameridan

"So, after years of helping people, you collect a lot of...trinkets and oddities. People will pay with anything. A favorite of mine was a chicken Telana named Carol. An elderly woman gave her to us for dealing with a demon that kept jumping from one chicken to another."

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Open Rp; Ameridan

What's the human phrase? 'When life gives you lemons, make lemonade'?

He didn't think they were thinking about being knee-deep in the swamp. Ameridan didn't know how they could make lemonade out of trudging through muddy water, fighting off undead every fifteen minutes or so. They couldn't keep doing this forever; they'd tire eventually.

Ameridan adjusted his grip on his staff. "We may need to find shelter and rest soon. Can we really keep this up?"

Six fights already, and there were more bodies each time. At least there weren't any full-fledged demons among the undead. Possessed bodies were easier to deal with than fully realized demons, in his opinion.

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Open Rp; Ameridan

"Vipers. All of them. Things really never change, do they? Orlesians are Orlesians, nobility is nobility." He grumbled something to himself behind his cup of wine before he took a sip, glaring out at the crowd around them.

He was thankful they decided to wear masks to this thing to better blend in. It meant he could scowl to his heart's content without fear of someone seeing it.

Ameridan glanced down at his cup. "Actually, this isn't enough for me. I may need something stronger. Dwarven wine would knock you on your ass...I think that would fix me."

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Open RP - Myrna Lavellan

"Alright, now turn for me. We must make sure that it looks good on you at all angles."

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Second Chances; Open RP; Myrna Lavellan

“When do you think it’s okay to not forgive someone?” She’d caught the tail-end of a spat between two nobles earlier when she and the others were wandering the streets of Val Royeaux. Myrna didn’t catch who had done what, but the taller one was adamant about not forgiving them for the transgression.

Leaning against a railing, Myrna stared out at the Bazaar below. They’d never stayed the night here, only ever stopping here to resupply before they continued to wherever they were needed again. During the day, it was gorgeous and vibrant. In the evening, it was almost eerie in its stillness. No merchants calling out to people passing through, no chatting amongst shoppers or guards or the few Chantry Sisters she’d seen milling about earlier.

The streamers and gold statues reminded her more of ruins with massive webs reaching for the ground from above.

“Or maybe a better way to word that would be, when should one give another a second chance? How do you know when they deserve it, if at all?”

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Open Rp; Myrna Lavellan

"I'm not the healer my Keeper is, but I can at least stop the bleeding..."

Wounds were not her thing. Honestly, at this point, she should be spending her spare time in the infirmary learning how to do more than that. It would be useful when they're on missions.

"Where else are you hurt?"

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Why Here? Why Not Somewhere Less Haunted?; Open RP

It was the quiet that unsettled him.

For a place that felt so full and chaotic, it was silent. A place like this shouldn’t be. It should be rife with noise and voices, memories and spirits pressing against the Veil to tell their tale. But there was nothing.

Something oppressive was at work, had muffled the voices that would normally echo in Cole’s head, wanting to be heard. They would have something to say about the malevolence here if they couldn’t.

“I don’t like it here,” he murmured. “They’re in danger, silenced, scared, crying but unheard.”

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Longing for Warmth; Open RP

“I really really don’t like the cold,” he muttered.

Cole hated to admit that he was entirely unprepared for the snow. Sure, they told him it would be there, but they ALSO told him that his usual attire should be fine. That scout lied to him. It explained some of the odd looks he got about how lightly he’d packed for the trip.

How long did they have to be here again? A week? And he was more human now; did that mean he could get sick? Even if he couldn’t, the memories of being cold and damp hounded him and did nothing to lessen his discomfort. Despair. He shivered at the brief flash of memories and refocused his attention on the highlands around them.

His eyes drifted up towards where he knew the hot springs lay and briefly longed to visit them. Water was peaceful, and as these were warm—Cole liked the idea of warming up in one.

For now, though, he just wanted their group to get to the Keep so he could find a tent to hide away in where the wind couldn’t reach him or sit as close to a fire as he dared, only just feeling the beginnings of pain from the heat when he was too near to its source.

He quickly switched his gaze back when he heard his name. “I-I’m sorry. Can you say that again?”

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Ameridan slowly crawled inside the tent and took a seat next to Gredal. It broke his heart to see the boy like this; he seemed so small. Carefully, so as to not startle him, he reached out and wrapped an arm around him to gently pull him close to his side.

This was all taking a toll on him, too much of one. No one deserved the pressure and expectations of this role, but Gredal while could usually hold his own, no one could hold out forever. Gredal just seemed to be the type to have nightmares from it; it was far better than some alternatives.

"Do we need to go sit by the fire to warm you up?" he asked softly.

@looking-for-lost-stars asked: ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . + Reverse from Gredal for Ameridan

Non-Verbal Prompts || Accepting

Ameridan woke to someone stirring in the tent next to his. Panicked movements, heavy breathing. His groggy mind needed a moment to process which side it was coming from before he bolted upright and scurried out of his tent.

Gredal.

He didn't know if there was a struggle or if something else was happening, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

He briefly made eye contact with Cole, who was standing outside of Ameridan's tent and reaching out to open the flap and wake him.

"Nightmare," he murmured.

That eased Ameridan's worries a little and he knew he didn't have to rush now; Gredal didn't need saving. Sort of.

He quietly approached Gredal's tent and reached out for the flap just as Gredal came scrambling out. "Gredal?"