#aramil

[kaiotisk]

background practice with this old Aramil piece

[caelmewedd]

Aramil and Rosalyn's wedding!!!

[propenseverbosity]

Did I mention I started writing an Inquisition fic?

I might not have mentioned this before, but I'm actually fairly new to the DA fandom. I started playing Inquisition last april, and it's rewired my brain.

I've only posted Veilguard fics on my Ao3 but I actually have quite a few Inquisition WIPs as well. (none of them are complete yet, but I've been thinking about my Inquisition blorbos lately and I might end up working on these again.)

Trying to post more of my writing on here so this is part of one of my favorite chapters, my take on In Your Heart Shall Burn.

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In the dead of night, nothing but frozen wasteland surrounded a field of makeshift shelters.

Was this really all that remained of the Inquisition?

Between the relentless snowstorm that only barely managed to let up long enough for them to make camp, tents filled with the cold and wounded, and the horror of losing Haven still fresh in everyone’s mind, morale was at an all-time low.

If that wasn’t enough to put a damper on the mood, their savior– the only reason they escaped in the first place– was still missing.

Technically, he was presumed dead, if you asked half the people around, but Varric chose to go with missing. Missing implied there was still a chance for Aramil to come back, and if anyone could have survived an entire mountain falling on their head, it would be the maker-damned Herald of Andraste.

Varric sat under the safety of a tarp as he waited for someone, anyone, to come up with a plan. Given that Cassandra and Cullen were still in the middle of a shouting match over which direction to travel next, he suspected no plans would be hatching anytime soon.

The truth (that none of them were willing to admit) was that Aramil was the plan, up until Corypheus showed up. With no other way to close the rifts, or his calming voice of reason to settle their disagreements, the Inquisition was all but crippled.

The remaining Chantry Sisters did their best to tend to the injured, while the soldiers kept watch for Corypheus or his pet archdemon.

Varric was keeping watch for Aramil.

Well, he was mostly trying to stay out of everyone’s way. He knew he was already permanently on the Seeker’s bad side, he wasn’t about to make that worse after the day they’d had.

The rapid crunching of boots drew Varric’s gaze to a scout, sprinting towards Commander Cullen.

“Ser, someone’s approaching the camp. It looks like the Herald.” the scout panted.

The moment they heard any mention of the Herald, Cullen and Cassandra took off towards the rest of the scouts, with Leliana and Josephine close behind. 

“There! It’s him!” Cullen shouted.

Varric watched from afar as their beloved Herald rose into view.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” he muttered to himself.

Aramil shielded his eyes from the snow as he trudged towards the camp. Exhausted from his journey, he would have fallen face-first into the snow if Cassandra hadn’t caught him, scooping him up into her arms to carry him the rest of the way.

Everyone who could still stand began to crowd around Cassandra, hoping to get a better look at the Herald. Their hero, risen from the ashes of Haven.

“The Maker brought him back to us.” some of them whispered.

“The Maker sent him to save us.” others agreed.

Cullen managed to keep the crowd back, barking orders to the soldiers while Cassandra gently laid their savior down on a cot.

“Is he alive?” Josephine asked.

“He’s injured, and barely conscious,” Cassandra replied. “But yes. He is alive.” 

“I will inform the others. They could use some good news.”

…

Though most of the Chantry Sisters had other patients to attend to, Mother Giselle offered to keep an eye on their sleeping Herald. With Aramil safe and sound, his advisors could return to the task at hand: Figuring out what to do next.

Varric kept himself busy jotting down future plots for his novels by the light of a small lantern, when a shadowy figure caught his attention.

Ordinarily, he would have been concerned to see someone lurking around the Herald’s tent, but Varric would recognize that sparkly robe anywhere.

Mother Giselle gasped lightly as she noticed the mage. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, when the Maker brought the Herald of Andraste back from the dead, I just knew I needed to see it for myself.” Dorian quipped. “Is our hero awake yet?”

He stepped forward to enter the tent, but Mother Giselle was quick to stop him. “He needs to rest. Leave him be.”

“Surely you must have other patients that require healing, yes?” Dorian asked. “How about I relieve you of your command?”

If it were anyone else, she might have agreed, but the Chantry Mother’s eyes always narrowed at the sight of the Tevinter mage. “I do not believe that would be wise.”

“And why not?” Dorian scoffed.

“I don’t know what you think you are doing, but this is not the time.”

“And I don’t have the slightest idea what you’re referring to, Your Reverence. Have I done something to offend?”

“You know exactly what I mean, young man.”

Varric rolled his eyes, tucking his notebook away as he stood. Even patient men had their limits.

“I can watch him.” Varric spoke up. “Sparkler’s right. There must be lots of people who need you right now. Let me take this one off your hands.”

Mother Giselle sighed quietly to herself. “Alright, but if the Herald's condition changes, let me know immediately.”

“Of course.” Varric nodded.

Out of the corner of his eye, he swore he caught Dorian smiling as the Revered Mother left her post.

“Well,” Varric began. “If you need me, I’ll just be... right over there.” 

Dorian pretended to look scandalized. “And leave our poor hero, defenseless against the evil Tevinter mage?”

“Just don’t let her see you.” Varric whispered, leaving Dorian alone with the Herald.

…

Grateful for Varric’s timely intervention, Dorian made himself comfortable on the cot next to Aramil. Comfortable, being a relative term. The stiff fabric seemed to absorb every bit of chill in the air, even through his clothes. How the elf could sleep soundly under such conditions, he’d never know.

“Gave us all quite the scare, oh Lord Herald.” Dorian whispered, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. “You do like to make an entrance, don’t you?”

As he watched the sleeping elf, he found himself fighting back tears for some Maker-forsaken reason. He was only glad Varric wasn't there to see him making a fool of himself. There was no reason to worry, Aramil was safe.

The reassurance did nothing to erase the fear of his... friend, dying in that avalanche.

Though his complexion looked paler than usual, Aramil’s breathing remained steady. The healers had already given him enough elixirs to mend his injuries, but they hadn't done much to help with the cold.

Dorian began searching the tent for a blanket, or anything to help keep the Herald from freezing to death, but to no avail. Supplies had been dwindling since they left Haven. Everything they had was already in use.

“What is the Inquisition coming to?” he pondered aloud, ignoring the way his voice still shook.

Dorian sighed to himself, and began to rub his hands together, generating friction to draw heat from The Fade. Slowly and carefully, he pressed his palm against the center of the Herald’s chest. The fire spell didn't draw enough heat to cause any real damage, but just enough to keep him warm inside his armor.

After a moment, the elf’s eyes fluttered open. “Dorian?” He carefully raised his head, reaching up towards the mage’s hand.

“Hold still. I don’t want to burn you.” he replied, focusing on maintaining an even temperature.

Aramil’s hand returned to his side as he laid back down. “That feels… nice. How are you doing that?”

“It’s a simple spell. You’ve seen me cast it before, just on a much larger scale.”

“Dorian, please tell me you’re not pressing a fireball into my chest.” Aramil asked. It was nice to see the avalanche hadn’t destroyed his wit.

“Nonsense.” Dorian chuckled. “Just a trick I learned after you dragged me into this frozen tundra. If you’d like to go back to sleep, I could explain it to you.”

The Herald exhaled sharply. It might have been a cough, if it weren’t for the way his lips curled into an amused smile. “I’d like that. Maybe later.”

In an effort not to cook him from the inside out, Dorian removed his hand. “Better?”

“Warmer, at least.” Aramil nodded. “Thank you.”

“How do you feel?” Dorian knew it was a silly question, but he felt rather helpless watching the elf suffer.

“Like a mountain fell on me.” Aramil tried to sit up, but immediately winced in pain.

Dorian quickly moved to stop him, guiding him back down to prevent further injury. “Relax. Do try not to break anything else, I’m already going to be reprimanded for waking you up.”

“How long was I out?”

“Not long as long as they expected you to be, after that whole display. Never a dull day in the Inquisition, is there?” Dorian asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

“Decidedly not.” Aramil agreed. “Do you have any idea where we are?”

“No,” he answered, honestly. “But if it’s of any comfort, neither does anyone else.”

“And Corypheus?”

“No signs of him near the camp. Of course, that could change at any moment, but it appears we’re as safe as we can be... We have you to thank for that.”

Aramil sighed with relief, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Dorian glanced back for a moment, to make sure none of the Chantry Sisters were lurking about. “Whatever for?”

The elf fixed his gaze on Dorian as he attempted to smile. “I think that drink might have to wait.”

Dorian did his best to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the Herald’s words. Even after all they’d been through in the past 24 hours, Aramil was still thinking of him.

“If you wanted to cancel, there were easier ways to tell me.” he teased.

“And miss the chance to spend time with you? Wouldn’t dream of it. Unless you’re having second thoughts?”

“Not a chance.” he assured him. “You know me. I never turn down a free drink.”

The elf began to drowse, letting his eyes close once more. “Good to know.”

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If you made it this far, thanks for reading! If folks are interested, I might post more of these. I had about 30 pages of fics written before veilguard came out.

[steel-and-fire]

Session Summary: The Forest Path

Doodles as always by Lynxpitaya, our crazy tiefling bard~

The previous session, the party had managed to uncover the identity of the werewolf that was tormenting the small village of Rimdale for years, and had quickly dispatched him, showcasing the growth of their powers.

Celebrations ensued, with various shenanigans. Ferenir spoke to the female werewolf, Nalris, that joined them, and asked her to take a look at the woman that had survived one of the evil werewolf's attacks. He feared her survival was linked to her getting the curse herself, and Nalris begrudgingly agreed to at least take a look.

Meanwhile, Aramil spent some time with chestnut, the teenage boy that they found prisoner of the blue hag, who comes from Kolas, the vampire infested town and the party's destination. Chestnut gained some of his memories back, realizing he willing ran away after his mother urged him to. Aramil succeeds at remembering Ferenir's scolding and avoids trying to persuade the kid to get killed.

Also, Horny smashes the hot tavern owner finally...or well, she smashes him. Peg walk for the next day ensues..but he had fun!

Booby also learns to write even better and develops lil legs! He is growing so fast! Bill, the skull, is a weirdo but a good teacher.

The party takes their leave, and continues down their path to Kolas. On the way they run to one of their acquaintances, Charlie, who is stranded on his cart by the road. He is an animal caretaker and seller, and the one who sold Dawg to Horny. Turns out, there is a special tavern nearby in the forest, and he got drunk and taken advantage of by bandits, who took his mount.

Ferenir thinks he is an idiot who deserves his fate, but he feels bad for the poor animal, and the bandits have a bounty on their head....so the boys decide to help. They first leave their wagon on the mystical, beautiful tavern In the forest, carved into a giant sentient tree. The spirit of the tree appears as a little cute creature that serves drinks and food, and likes to be paid in stories, since money is worthless to them.

Alas, they need to find the bandits first, and it doesn't take them long at all. The leader is a massive green dragonborn barbarian, taller than even Ferenir, wielding a large greataxe. Ferenir tries to dissuade him from fighting, asking nothing but the mount back, and they will ignore the bounty on his head, walk away like they never saw them.

The dragonborn and his men aren't very cooperative though, seeing that sentence as an insult to their strength, and battle ensues. Ferenir and the dragonborn get immediately locked in a duel. The bandits try to help their leader with arrows that simply bounce off Ferenir's armor, and instead turn their attention to Aramil and Horny.

There are a lot of back and forth attacks, but the two manage to gain the upper hand against the goons. Ferenir, instead, feels completely unmotivated against the dragonborn. The opponents attacks are pathetic, and he is easily winning the flow of the fight with every strike. He fully intends to just beat the other and force him to surrender.

But, suddenly, the dragonborn released his poisonous breath attack, which doesn't harm Ferenir much, and uses the confusion to finally deliver a solid hit on Ferenir, making him bleed. It doesn't actually do all that much to Ferenir's incredibly tough body but the moment the pain hits, something snaps inside the blacksmith.

Before he even has a chance to think about it, he smashes the bandit's ribs with Umbra Fang, and as the other reels, he unleashes Shadowfang's spirit, wrapping the chains around the man's neck and executing him. The other bandits, seeing the gruesome sight, literally piss themselves and run away.

Aramil, worried for Ferenir, checks on him, but the wound is abysmal, and Ferenir is more dazed by his thoughts rather than any sort of damage. He lost control again....this is the third time in a row... it's getting dangerous.

[andijaart]

+++🙏🏻God Bless🕊️+++

Hieromartyr Pavel Chernyshev, presbyter

MEMORIAL DAY JULY 20

Father Pavel Chernyshev was born in 1861. He served as a priest in the village of Novo-Utkinsky zavod in Perm province for 28 years. For his unselfishness, he was loved and respected by the parishioners. In July 1918, under the pretext of mobilization for trench work, Father Pavel and his son and the parishioners of the church were taken away from their native village in the direction of the village of Aramil. Indeed, not far from Aramil, parishioners and a priest were forced to dig a hole, after which they began to shoot at them. Pavel's father was killed immediately with a shot in the back. Four more were killed on the spot, and the rest rushed to flee, some of the Red Army soldiers caught up and finished off with bayonets and butts. Two, including the son of the holy Martyr Pavel Chernyshev, managed to escape.

💫International Orthodox Art Corporation Andcross May the blessing of the Lord be upon you!

[eyesofcuriosity]

🧠 Aramil is pretty cute isn't he?

"Elves are handsome in general, and its always nice to see them up close...Aramil is of royal blood it seems at least that is how he presents himself!.........but by spirits he is terrible in kitchen" she huffs while rubbing the bridge of her nose.

[444names]

Names generated from American, Chinese and Italian cities

Agatacity Anpine Anweshun Aramille Ateng Atiera Audichifan Aukasta Auling Aumbree Aushi Aveggian Aversfiumo...

Baifater Bakou Baoyi Bayuan Beachizhou Beaterids Beath Beathbei Beishi Beixiang Berdo Bergingdian Beriam Bertle Bilingzhou Bille Bingtaishan Bisuixiou Bolza Borlanchang Borno Brilishiso Brosse Cafantan Cagliao Callongtain Campozho Camurbi Caple Carang Cariong Chaicitfang Chaiweimige Chalbei Chank Chelphou Chena Cheng Chenganjiao Chenlinding Chiji Chizhouge Chuanzhuan Chuixinin Clarxan Coliu Corma Corning Cossiping Crovicity Cuchezhota Culubbo Custo Dalle Daltiey Dalton Dangch Dangzhou Danjian Dantaizhe Dassarxan Davegguang Dentoninian Donghanyang Donghua Dongpizhou Dongtano Dongxiang Dunhen Eding Eland Elinanong Enxia Evitar Faeng Failark Faring Feishuzhou Fengjia Fenshuan Fentang Fiuge Forai Formo Forthbeim Fravong Fuangshant Fujing Fukou Fuquer Fuyan Fuyangshang Fuyulie Gandingto Gandley Ganhu Ganjinzan Gaongyuang Garwatam Gascasa Gesse Gongxin Graiyang Greng Grestjolle Grevale Groluo Guaichan Guang Guankewyou Guixia Guyuanta Handis Hangchen Hanin Hanjianhoem Haoyuay Heige Hekou Henchou Hengzhaod Henqinan Hentang Hesca Heyao Hongese Huang Huaniang Huano Huanzhis Huazhuo Hulubbolu Hunyuailey Huozhanghui Iming Imivan Ingxing Irgaiyanshi Irguang Iriang Jachan Jacingyan Jacksuian Jersal Jialabremi Jianche Jiang Jimongfeng Jingkou Jingnis Jingyan Jinji Jixingxiang Jorou Jortword Jurbortco Kaichangle Kairghe Kangshihan Kanza Kunhuo Laimesidu Laiyun Langche Langninge Langto Laning Larxanzhona Lasco Lashanmiley Laspri Legamene Leggaod Letay Lexiam Lhancot Lhang Liallywor Liancitte Liand Liaoan Lield Linche Lingjinxia Linqiu Linyu Linza Liongye Livelle Longli Lortumxuch Lovengang Lulingch Lumacruzhou Lumxukou Lunchi Luozheno Lusangzhou Lusuning Lüdao Lüline Maoyuang Martam Marvale Matergarra Mathchen Matongderbi Meihun Menpi Merampton Mesan Mesang Meseauling Mestjorou Migenxin Mobilian Moluxing Monggiu Monredoweld Monviliang Murovang Musha Nanmivian Napashua Naping Newyong Ninhou Niong Nortuchaown Nyanme Nyanning Nying Nyixiang Ocalaia Ocktou Ongchizhot Ongzhou Orlow Orona Ortlarese Padicattang Palbus Palepola Pallei Pallexi Parleyang Pashenhun Paveng Peakendron Peargiande Pekaiwu Pekang Pekou Peshanjia Phietro Phise Pingwuzhua Pisetrimod Pisou Pobazhon Pobeijian Poluo Qidehuang Qingkang Qingtopen Qinne Qinoringhan Qinxingli Qinza Qiocamdong Qiockton Qixiani Quixing Qujiajing Remord Renewood Rioce Rownshi Rugang Ruiyang Rusilleix Rusterder Sainnia Saledista Saletrang Saletton Salexing Salon Sandpra Sanjiang Sanjinan Saralls Sashai Sasvistam Savinge Schizhu Scian Scralk Scredongank Shaifengh Shang Shangdiack Shangjiu Shangkand Shanshanou Shanyang Shanzhijian Shaoyuangde Shezi Shgale Shganan Shgang Shigard Shillewicci Shuana Shuanggang Shuayancar Shuluanzhou Shvia Shviling Sidge Songjing Spesaille Stache Stpalle Sucan Suifero Suiji Suiyunce Suizhige Syranchang Taidgeli Taingsheng Tamaohhou Tangzhong Tecchekai Techang Tervan Tierbu Tingchamia Tingquzhong Tipal Tipityle Tongxinang Toramigno Torliang Tredoweis Trideney Tucalesi Tuchan Tuchotong Tumas Tunheld Turhangsha Ulasse Uluoyuzhon Valta Varaltie Velloveng Vermo Vichaizha Vichuixi Vidge Vilen Ville Wafaen Warishuiyu Watsvidu Weihe Weing Wellsbo Welotta Wench Wesan Wiche Winhouste Woodingge Woodis Wugao Wuhaozhuzhu Wuhuan Wuxinhui Wuyan Xiabills Xiang Xiliayua Xinan Xingya Xinhuang Xinjing Xinna Xinyano Xuzhielan Yangta Yanjia Yanzhongfan Yiano Yical Yicci Yicha Yichezun Yichmo Yiminin Yinang Yingkaille Yings Yingtano Yinxian Yixialarle Yixiang Yongpintary Yordeng Yuanci Yuanda Yuang Yuangdensto Zhailing Zhian Zhoen Zholley Zhona Zhortong Zhougang Zhouge Zhouguayon Zhoutie Ziaqing Zibing Zixinza Zuohengyang Zuohuan

[synnara-rpg]

Personajes canon.

¿Quiénes son los personajes canon? Como de costumbre, son figuras de extrema importancia dentro del lore/historia de Synnara. Los personajes canon representan puestos de rigurosa relevancia dentro de la sociedad y serán una parte esencial de tramas, eventos, y generalmente del avance de la trama general del foro. Cualquier usuario puede solicitar el uso de un personaje canon, aunque todos deben ser conscientes de las normas que supone llevar a un personaje tan relevante:

La normativa de actividad será la misma que la de un personaje normal, pero se requerirá que el personaje sea activo en el foro y no que se limite a responder los posts mínimos para evitar caer en inactividad. Pretendemos que las historias de los personajes impulsen el avance de la historia, y, para eso, necesitamos que dichas historias fluyan con normalidad (especialmente para los personajes canon).

Por lo general, un personaje canon no puede ser nunca el primer personaje de una persona: debe demostrar actividad previa con otro personaje primero. En el caso de que una persona únicamente quiera llevar a un canon y a ningún otro personaje, se le dará la oportunidad de solicitarlo igual que a todo el mundo, pero, en caso de caer en inactividad, ese usuario no podrá volver a solicitar otro canon salvo justificación válida.

Se requerirá una pequeña prueba de rol que se responderá mediante MPs a Selene, en la que la administración planteará una situación para que el usuario la refleje desde la perspectiva del personaje.

Si ningún personaje de la lista llama tu atención, no te preocupes: la lista de personajes canon no es estática — esto significa que seguirá creciendo según avance la trama y nuevos personajes consigan posiciones relevantes para la historia, por lo que la administración podría ponerse en contacto en cualquier momento con cualquier usuario para proponerle que su personaje se una a la lista de personajes canon de Synnara.

Estos serán, por el momento, los personajes que conforman la lista de canon:

Consejero Maestro de las Energías

Mesa Redonda del Juicio (7 personas)

Señor/a de los fieles

Señor/a de los rebeldes

Director de la Universidad de Nydarim

Obispo de la Catedral

Protector del Núcleo

Director/a del Casino Mayor de Luminaria

Sargento General del Ejército de Avalora

Director de Comercio de Aramille

Líder de los Ejecutores

No todos los puestos estarán disponibles en la apertura, ya que algunos de ellos dependen del avance de la trama y el Staff curioseará el desarrollo de los personajes más activos para valorar qué candidatx se ajusta más a la posición. <3 La descripción de cada puesto también se podrá leer durante la apertura, pero más allá de su función dentro de Synnara, todos los detalles con respecto al personaje preferimos dejarlos a gusto del usuario que los ocupe.

[thegreatstrongbow]

“I’ll stay with you. I’m worried your wounds might open up again” (Aramil)

“I will be careful.” He insisted, sitting himself up and examining the wound for a moment. “I am a fast healer, and this is hardly my first time.” His laugh ended in a soft groan, as the movement strained him.

“But thank you for the help,” he got to his feet. “I will be fighting shape by the end of day, I should think.”

[the-rogue-dragon]

@caelmewedd liked my starter call, so Aramil gets a starter;

🔥SURVIVING THE FIGHT AGAINST HIS NEPHEW was not something he had expected - and yet it was exactly what has happened. He had lived way too long yet the Gods seemed determined to keep him alive. Why? He couldn't know. And sure he wouldn't know until he recovered consciousness. Not aware of how he had made it to a ship from the God’s Eye, the Prince - known to them formerly as the King of the Stepstones and Narrow Sea - was captured eventually by Pirates, who were traveling to Volantis from Braavos. He was going to be sold as a slave, when they realized who he truly was.

It was a young Pirate from Tyrosh who recognized him as the one who had killed the Crabfeeder. When the Captain declared they should kill the Targaryen Prince and throw him out of the ship, this young tyroshi pirate, came to the Captain and told him that he could recognize the Dragon Prince who had killed the Crabfeeder and ended the war of the Triarchy - at least for a time. The intentions of the young pirate had been to protect him - or so it was said - but with this knowledge, the Captain decided it would be best to sell the Prince as a slave instead.

However, his condition was not good, and Daemon spent most of the journey unconscious, which prompted the young Tyroshi pirate to try and help him. Given that his health was of no use for a slaver, and would not be paid enough for, the Captain allowed the young pirate to help him recover. He had several wounds from the fall to the God’s Eye, but at the same time he was mourning the loss of his dragon, a loss that had severed his heart. Fever took upon the Prince by the fourth night of their journey.

The Captain was not content with the poor health of the Targaryen Prince, and preferred to dispose of him due to that, so the young pirate decided to help him the second they stopped on Pentos. At night when everyone on the ship were sleeping, the young Tyroshi pirate, helped Daemon out of the ship, and carried a semi unconscious Prince towards one of the houses by the coast, knocking several times, before leaving the Prince by the door, and vanished in the darkness back to his ship.

[kaiotisk]

i think fantasy aging is so interesting to think about...

this would be aramil's kid with wren who is 3/4 elf and ages really slowly and his (adopted) dragonborn kid with heskan who ages super fast

anyways had to get these babies out of my head and they are here now and i love them

[caelmewedd]

“  i  thought  they’d  killed  you  so  i  lost  my  temper.  ” (from Lia to Aramil)

"Thank you for your concern, but the bloodshed was not necessary." Aramil replied, looking at the bodies lying in blood on the ground. Besides, Lia had forgotten that he was a mage, Aen Saevherne, and could handle himself. "Are you all right? Are you okay, Lia?"

[propenseverbosity]

In your heart shall (not) burn 👀

Ah, one of my Inquisition WIPs!!

It's basically my take on that quest of a similar name in DAI, but in my version, the Herald and Dorian have already started addressing their feelings for each other 👀

I posted part of this recently, but also I like this one, so here is another part that takes place earlier in the evening!

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“We’ve had enough doom and gloom for one day, how are you gonna celebrate?” “Oh, I don’t know…” he sighed, an amused grin returning to his expression. “I was thinking I’d put my feet up. Maybe grab a nap?” “I like how you think.” Varric chuckled, lightly. “To be honest, I haven’t really…” the Herald trailed off, his eyes tracking something behind Varric. “I um… I haven’t thought about it.” he added, in a hurry. Varric subtly turned to see the mage they’d picked up in Redcliffe, walking back towards the festivities. “How’s that going by the way?” he asked, trying not to sound too pleased with himself. “You and Sparkler over there.” “I- What?” Aramil blinked, snapping back to attention. “Am I wrong? I thought for sure there was something going on between you two.” It was obvious enough to anyone who wasn’t Cassandra, apparently. “No! I mean…” the elf sputtered. “What makes you say that?” “Relax, you’re not on trial here, kid.” “Are you sure about that?” Aramil asked. He clearly meant it as a joke, if not for the slight terror in his eyes. “I’m not sure the blasphemous ‘Herald of Andraste’ should be involved in such a scandal.” He cleared his throat before adding, “Even if there was something going on, it’s not exactly the right time for…that.” “There’s never a right time for this sort of thing, trust me.” Varric said, firmly. “All I’m saying is, things should be calm around here for at least the next hour or so. Enjoy it while it lasts.” “Right…” Aramil nodded, keeping his gaze on the fire. While the Herald stoked the flames, an idea occurred to Varric. The kid clearly needed help. “You play Wicked Grace?” Varric asked, changing the subject. Aramil raised an eyebrow. “Are you about to give me relationship advice using a card game metaphor?” “Who’s talking about relationships?” Varric asked, holding his hands up in mock innocence. “I’m just talking about cards. You play?” “I have. Not very often. Or very well, I’m told.” “Perfect. Let me see if I can get some people together for a game tonight. You in?” The Herald sighed with relief, relaxing the tight line of his shoulders. “That sounds great. Wouldn’t miss it.” “Do me a favor? Tell Sparkler he’s invited too.” Varric winked. “I…” The elf’s eyes shot over to where Dorian was headed, and back again. “I can do that. Thanks, Varric.”

Thanks for the ask!!

[steel-and-fire]

Session Summary: The Big, the Bad, and the Wolves

Doodles by Lynxpitaya, our tiefling bard, as always~

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Last session, the party had arrived to this small village in the woods, after saving a woman who was on death's door from a werewolf attack, her whole family massacred and he child missing.

Here, they tried to get some information, but Aramil managed to pick a fight with the local hunter over his inaction, leading to tension and no aid.

Starting here, Ferenir decided to talk to Aramil about his....expectations of commoners, and to emphasize that they have already stepped into the realms of monsters, he shouldn't think other people can do what they can. While Aramil was being stubborn, Chestnut, the teen that was the hag's prisoner that the party saved, had some of his memories return, remember his mother is in Kolas, the vampire village, acting as some sort of healer.

Meanwhile, Horny takes his dog for a walk, and encounters Lavender, the gnome assistant of the hunter, and they manage to have a more civilized talk. The party gathers to decide on their next course of action..Ferenir wants to ask Nigel, the hunter, directly some things, as he has some suspicions and he wants to clear them, and the others want to investigate yesterday's crime scene for more information.

Thus, the party splits. Horny and Aramil arrive at the scene of carnage, and dog picks a scent that they follow, leading them to a cave deeper in the woods, where they find the small girl that had been abducted. Turns out, she was being taken care of by a 'wolf lady', her description matching heavily the person the party had encountered the night beyond their arrival, that Aramil had denied company to their fire out of mistrust.

Still, the little girl insists the woman is nice and kind. At the same time, Ferenir has found Nigel. They have a nice conversation, talking about the village, easing tensions and deciding to help each other. But then...Ferenir asks him some of his curiosities, specifically how he came to be in this village in the first place.

And Nigel answers, a very persuasive story. Too, persuasive.(nat 20 insiggttt). Ferenir feels the story is too flawless, although he says nothing. Yet, he can see in Nigel's eyes, that he realized his doubts.

There is a moment of silence, then they both form polite smiles of clear facade, greet each other and walk away. Neither of them wanted to take this fight alone.

The moment he is out of sight, Ferenir starts running as fast as he can, trying to find his comrades as soon as possible. He follows the trials they left behind, and encounters them as they return with the girl. The exchange information....and decided to find and confront Nigel before he can escape.

And so it happens. They ran back to the place Ferenir had encountered him, finding Lavender there. With some luck, good speech from Fen and rolls, they manage to persuade her that Nigel is at the very least hiding something, and they want to know what that is. She joins them, and she leads them to him..

Nigel has dropped all pretences at that point. He lets Lavender approach him, before he pins her down and takes her hostage. He transforms to reveal his werewolf form, happily admitting he is the killer that has been tormenting this village.

He is rather confident...and that is a terrible mistake on his part. Aramil draws his Moonblade, and runs in to cleanly cut off his hand, freeing Lavender. Ferenir rushes in after him, unleashes Umbra Fang's full power immediately and delivers two crushing attacks on the wolf's body, who is already bleeding and staggering, caught completely off guard. He tries to run away, and that's when Ferenir crushes his leg, with Aramil delivering the final, piercing blow....

They did together 140ish damage in one turn, Horny didn't even get to go-

At that point, a great wolf reveals itself, having been following them, being the wolf lady that they knew. She and Nigel had been fighting each other for many years, and she was grateful for their help to end him.

The party takes the heartbroken Lavender and they return to the village to have a drink and share the good news to the villagers. The wolf lady joins them, and they have a great night, with Geldros sucking ass at singing cause he swallowed fur-

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@caelmewedd continued from X

Avallac'h couldn't help but chuckle at the young elflings questions and behavior. Children were really precious to elves, but even more so for their spirited and inquisitive ways. He was in no hurry to return to the royal palace, deciding to take a seat next to them.

"Yes, my real name is Crevan, and as an Aen Saevherne, I know a great deal of many things. It's a knowledge I won't share with too many, especially if they are not an equal in it. But to answer your question about the one-horns, they can live as long as us Aen Elle can." Which could be nuisance at times for them, but it was why the elves and unicorns were always in a quarrel, among other reasons. The sage chuckled, continuing on. "I believe Nevermore would be the first dragon I've seen, and as for General Eredin...he's always, as you say; a 'pompous buffoon'."

He glanced over at his fellow mage, smiling. "Aramil, you have such a spirited little one. You should bring her to court more often." Avallac'h wouldn't mind seeing her call Eredin an idiot either.

[eyesofcuriosity]

You gotta kill nessa, or there is no option! Since you're kind, let's turn kill to 'kick'. Fair, no?

So

Ferenir, Horny, Aramil

"But killing is bit extreme for just a fun game is it not??? Mmmm fine I suppose kick is punishment enough....." sighing she thinks for a moment.

"Now this is just personally how I feel close to the guys so please nobody get angry? I'd uh....bed our Horned friend, no I will not call him by that ridiculous nickname! Marry Fen....he just has the husband's materials albeit a bit too serious sometimes...and petty. And kick Aramil because he needs to practice more on how to deal with herbs! Also, he is not fond of my pet hmph!"