#irass be

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[abnormarine]

Literally my inquistor had no real issues with Solas and I was like hmmmm, might play trespasser differently then? And then… he took my magic stick

[paranormarine]

Irassal Lavellan

[persephinae]

Elgara vallas, da'len - Sun sets, little one, Melava somniar - Time to dream Mala tara aravas - Your mind journeys, Ara ma'desen melar - But I will hold you here

Iras ma ghilas, da'len - Where will you go, little one Ara ma'nedan ashir - Lost to me in sleep? Dirthara lothlenan'as - Seek truth in a forgotten land Bal emma mala dir - Deep with in your heart

Tel'enfenim, da'len - Never fear, little one, Irassal ma ghilas - Wherever you shall go Ma garas mir renan - Follow my voice Ara ma'athlan vhenas - I will call you home Ara ma'athlan vhenas - I will call you home

Dalish Rook singing this to Lucanis to help him sleep

[cynxkai]

Továbbra is iskola nézés

Anya: Találtam kertészeti sulit Kecskeméten.

Én: Azonnal költözünk oda és be iratsz!

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The King. by Ireneusz Irass Walędzik https://flic.kr/p/2oiswXj

[thathiddencat]

so rwby volume 6. huh.

[darkcreamz95]

okay but how about dazai shibusawa and fyodor playing “just dance” in that fortress of theirs and then there’s “rasputin”...

[larkoneironaut]

Here are Ren Lavellan's parents Irassal and Elgara! It was super fun to bring them to life (no pun intended) - Can you tell which features Ren shares with her parents? 😌

[nyf-archive]

There is a darker blush that spreads ear to ear from Cullen's features at the words; darling. He couldn't recall a time where anyone had used such soft words in regards to him. Probably when his sister would say such endearments, but it has long since been those days. "

"P-Poetry?" He rubs his neck some as he laughs, shaking his head softly as he thinks back to his studying days. "I think the only poetry I learned, besides Chantry songs and hymnals, would be that of elven origin, truly." Oh how little reading material he had actually gotten his hands upon. Kinloch was nice, but there was very little explorative arts.

"And even then, I think it's a lullaby? Leliana gave me a book once when I was recovering-" He stopped himself from speaking further and let his head tilt back and forth as he thought about it, "-it went along the lines of; Irassal ma ghilas. Ma garas mir renan. Ara ma'athlan vhenas..." His pronunciation in elvish is far from perfect, but he is able to recite the last few lines of Mir Da'len Somniar. And then he is thinking a little more, staring into the dirt with a far-off gaze, bouncing his finger as if hoping to remember what came before. Very much so making sure that he is speaking it proper.

"Ah...anyways..." He needed to stop with the rambling. Scratching his chin with a little more embarrassment, he looked over to Roland as he spoke. There is not but a smile on Cullen's face, though, quirked to one side as he tries to keep up with his companion's words.

"Your words are so poetic already." He mused, a bit of a brighter laugh coming to his lips. "Sometimes, I cannot tell if you speak poems about me or if you're asking me about my day." Truly, Cullen is enamored. He wished he could speak so elegantly.

Disarmed through heartfelt notions and risen bonds with golden promises dost Roland laugh, smothered by his swollen nose and rosy eyelids, and pats he the dirt from his palms and wipes them ‘pon the front of his old, embroidered tunic. The smell of the new elfroots is tantalizing, and merely the ink, and the parchment, for this next Gesture.

“Oh sweet, unbroken, darling man of silver Knight, how far hast thou gone into poetry?” slys he, and Roland’s eyebrows dost bounce, and riddles he back onto his haunches amidst the softened grass: as his is ready to perform new tricks. “Hast thou read the limericks of the greats upon thy study?

“How far,” and grants Roland, with that cautious Air of discovering a new boundary, “-- wilt thou borne comfortable a’fore those feats of Greene magick? As sudden, and unobtrusive, as couldst they so enrapt?”

[sweetd3lights]

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[lc-manager-x]

Irass twenxuwhhaaa wendsey my suees

cant tell if you had a stroke or if something malfunctioned-

[npc-catalogue]

Enwel+Sinderion

alchemy apprentice+master level alchemist

Purpose: introduce characters to the Concept of Alchemy, have a knowledgable alchemist for later on

Enwel:

Can be found: as the party enters an inn, she is talking to the innkeeper about a room for the night

General: female, half elf, good, 25

Appearance: dressed like most commoners; a large cloth bag is strapped around her shoulder-with each of her movements you hear the clinkering of some type of glass objects coming from the bag; you notice that she is leaning on a chair in front of the reception desk, putting most of her weight on the left side; her hair is blonde and reaches her shoulders

Backstory: Has been trying to study magic for a few months but she noticed that it wasn't really for her. Her father, an elf named Irassal, has managed to teach her some cantrips (Mending, Shape Water) but she failed at the spells. She wants to study alchemy instead and is looking for a mentor.

Further information, if Enwel trusts the PCs: Enwel has been suffering from severe joint pains since she was 19 and while her father wasn't able to cure the condition completely, he could linder her pain. Enwel wanted to learn to take care of herself, which is why she initially asked her father to teach her magic. She had left her home 2 weeks prior to look for an Alchemist who could brew a potion and also teach her the recipe. Furthermore, she thinks that being an Alchemist is something she would really enjoy and could also manage to do with the right accomodations (potions) for her illness.

[The condition can be compared to arthritis. Enwel shouldn't be portrayed as weak, she just has a disability and is learning how to live with it.]

(retired) Alchemist in Town: Sinderion

Can be found: in a closed potion shop at the edge of town. Only locals know that he is still in there brewing potions, so the PCs will have to ask around to get this information

General: male, human, lawful [good or evil], 65-70 years old

Appearance: Looks quite old; bald with a patchy white beard; he is very short and skinny, but his hands and arms are very muscular; The sleeves of his long green robe are cuffed in order to free his forearms and they are secured in place with leather straps; There are no traces of alchemy work on his person, he looks very clean and so does his shop.

Quest: Sinderion is willing to brew the Potion for Enwel and teach her the recipe. However, if she wants a full education in alchemy, he requires a favor. He has been working on a potion for a long time and is missing an ingredient that is hard to come by: [Insert any Monster Body part that fits your campaign].

Due to her condition, Enwel isn't able to adventure.

[Lawful Good Sinderion] Enwel brings up the unfairness of his request, upon which he will be embarassed for not thinking about how unlogical it was. He then asks Enwel another favor (talking to some merchants in town to find someone who sells another ingredient he needs) and then turn to the party and ask them to get the monster ingredient.

[Lawful Evil Sinderion] Enwel brings up the unfairness of his request and he will demand that she do it anyway. If the party offers to gather the ingredient instead of Enwel, he will demand that she go with them, since it's for something SHE wants.

[If you haven't guessed already, this story deals with the struggles that disabled people face. Even the Lawful Good Sinderion fails to recognize that Enwel can't fulfill his request, despite learning about her condition a few minutes prior. The Evil Sinderion is basically any Manager/Boss at any Company.]

[erdnaxelalexandre]

[thedreadgay]

fuck it, i’m making my own: a dragon age elvish dictionary

part 2 of 3!!!!

check out my elvish tag or send me an ask if you’re curious about anything, and use your browser’s ‘find in page’ function to make it easier to find something specific <3

A-G || H-Q || R-Z

H

hahren: elder

halam: end

halani: help

hamin: rest

hanin: knight

harel: lie, deception, trick

harellan: trickster, traitor

harillen: opposition

hasa: twirl, spin

hasamima: snowflake, lit. ‘twirling ice’

hela: struggle, fight

hellathen: noble struggle

him: become

I

-in: additional, rather than multiple, which is -is

inan: once

i’nansal-in: ‘one who is another blessing’ or ‘my child’s blessing’, grandson, grandchild (masc)

ir: i am, first person pronoun

iras: where

irassal: wherever

-is: multiple, rather than in addition, which is -in

isala: needing, need

ise: fire

ise’thenera: veilfire

L

la: and

lan: person (fem)

las: grant, give

lasalin: to conceive, lit. ‘give blood’

lassyl: to birth, lit. ‘give air’

lath: love

lathlan: ‘one i love/one who loves me’, lover, paramour, partner (fem)

lathlen: ‘one i love/one who loves me’, lover, paramour, partner (neutral)

lathlin: ‘one i love/one who loves me’, lover, paramour, partner (masc)

len: person (neutral)

lethal: kin

lethal’him: ‘one i became kin with’, a person who has become family in the many ways one can become family; found family, marriage, etc.

lia: flower

lin: blood, person (masc)

linavare: a life-or-death oath, lit. ‘blood oath’

lothlen: forgotten

M

ma: you; my (probably defined by case, context, or both)

maehah: ‘elder mother’, granny (fem)

maehahlin: ‘my grandmother’s blood’, maternal great aunt/uncle

maehahren: ‘elder mother’, grandmother (fem)

maelin: ‘my mother’s blood’, maternal aunt/uncle

mala: your or you’re (defined by case)

mamae: mother, parent (fem)

mana: please

mar: your (defined by case)

masel: good

masel’dys: congratulations, lit. ‘good luck’

melana, melava: time

melanada: all time, lit. ‘inevitable time’

melar: here, now, present

mellavar: on time

mi: blade

mi’durgen: diamond, lit. ‘stone blade’

mien: short blade

mien’harel: rebellion, a violent call to justice

min: a partition, something that separates one thing from another

mindar: the veil, lit. ‘divider between states of being’

mir: my

mirlin: ‘my blood’, sibling

mima: ice, lit. ‘water blade’

N

na: is

nadas: inevitable, something that must be

nae: no

nal: thing, matter

nan: revenge, vengeance

nedan: lost

nehn: joy

numin: cry

nuven: say; speak in the sense of expressing something, rather than sharing knowledge, which is dirth

O

olam: the world in the broader, ideological sense; different from the world as in land, which is vhen’alas

P

par: skitter, scuttle

par’as: skittering, scuttling

penshra: an insult, possibly akin to ‘bumbling fool’

Q

quena: why

qunlen: qunari, lit. ‘qun children’

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oOOo️️️️. by Ireneusz Irass Walędzik https://flic.kr/p/2jvFxDY