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An aftermath of this sketch that I decided to do because it wouldn’t get out of my head just…

u can’t exactly tell ur bodyguard NOT to save your life and YET Loghain just rEALLY REALLY WANTS TO

meanwhile Cauthrien, bleeding profusely, :) whats up?

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*looks in a mirror* you again

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where do people find the energy to live life

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hate it when you try to kill someone and they dont die like how rude do you have to be

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A Loghain mac Tir, all spruced up as a Warden.  I always wondered what he might have looked like circa Inquisition if some of the designs were more along the lines of Origins’; I suppose we can say that this is somewhere between Origins and Inquisition.

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thesxmmersword:

“I’m no Lady m’lord, nothing close!” The denial was out so suddenly, decisively, as if she was almost afraid of the word. Surely it was obvious she held no title at all? Ruddy complexion, filthy clothes, matted hair. Was he mocking her? Had she thought wrong of him? Had she missed something? 

She gathers herself though, realising she was doing just the same. “Well not that I know you’re a lord I suppose, just the sigils and… sword…” Her hand rises briefly to the small of her back, bunching the back of her muddy and bloodied tunic together against the cut, though she says nothing.

“I suppose a Lady wouldn’t be this far alone out in the forest, fighting bandits, or what ever these were suppose to be.” Loghain said and then turned to one of the dead bodies, hunching down to take a better look. He wasn’t mocking her, but from her tone, it sounded like he had. He had just tried to be a little polite. 

“Who are you, then?” he continued, but he wasn’t facing her. He was studying the dead man’s armour. 

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“Yea’ m’-… m’fine Ser.” She didn’t want to say anything. She didn’t want to be right or wrong about her suspicion. She certainly didn’t want to tell him she was bleeding from a cut down her back. The battle still thrummed too high in her blood, she was twitchy, anxious, on edge. He seemed so… at ease. He really was a warrior then, no matter what else he might be. She wanted to impress him. 

“… Guessin’ you didn’t need my help really.” She probably had just gotten in the way, by the looks of him. What a fereldan ideal he presented. Dark and wide and strong but without fancy pomp and ceremony. Cauthrien hated that the nobles still wore silks and precious things even after the Orlesians were gone. He wasn’t like that. 

“I was about to say the same thing.” Loghain said and finally turned to her fully. He didn’t wear his usual heavy armour, but one that was lighter, less protection. It wasn’t the finesty quality now, since he had worn it for several years, but it was still a good piece of armour and he wouldn’t trade it for something new.

“Are you hurt, my lady? Or is the blood all theirs?” he asked and gestured his sword at the dead around them. 

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hathlostway:

That stings. Those words sting him more then anything, Loghain was right. He was a general once, he should know better. But something about coming this far in life made him a bit reckless. He’s survived lyrium so far and if all he could look forward to was the calling… Well, he did so enjoy the thought of going out in a grand way. That thought never left him even after his defeat at the Inquisitor.

Taking Loghain’s hand, he got to his feet well enough. Although he relied heavily on his superior’s strength. “You know what sounds really good right now?” Steadying himself, he stretched out his ankle, all the while still holding onto Loghain before letting go. “Food.”

Loghain can’t help but to show a faint smile, barely visible. Samson is incredibly ridiculous, but it’s something the older Warden doesn’t mind. He thought he would, but he doesn’t. 

“I suppose we could find something for you, fool.” he says as he starts to walk off, but still keeping an eye on Samson as he doesn’t want him to fall to pieces. 

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hathlostway:

‘Here I am.’ He repeats in his minds eye. Pleasantly surprised at Loghain’s surprise, it was nice to know he was not so see through. He could be very coarse in his attitude, something like beating around the bush was not him. It seemed Loghain was that in like also, what with coming right out with it.

“I just asked you the same thing.” Well, he worded it differently, adding a ‘piss’ in for extra emphasize. Even so Samson lapped into silence, using his pint for cover as he thought about his reasons. It was really simple when it came down to it.

Deciding his best option and so far it was working for him, plainly, “you gave me a chance.” It was matter of fact, he wasn’t trying to elicit sympathy or pity, just stating that he …  Appreciated it. “I mean other then fuckin’ eye candy, you – gave me a chance, interested, even barely knowing me and knowing what I am. I wouldn’t have gotten off my ass for anyone, even the actual friends I have…” Which was only two people really. Loghain would make three now. “That answer it?”

Loghain is silent as he listens to Samson’s explanation. He supposes it answers it, he was just not expecting it. 

He clears his throat. “Well. Alright. That’s... pretty nice of you.” Nice is such an undescriptive word, but that’s all he has right now.  “So what now? I’m interested in you, you’re interested in me. Do we go... forward with it or just leave it at this?” he asks. It was somewhat hard to read Samson, what with all the jokes and sarcasm the man uttered from his lips every five minutes. “I’d hate to get this far and not really do anything with it.” 

Which is true. He has bared his soul for Samson, shared a secret. He can’t just let this be it.

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The branch cracked against the bandit’s skull, Cauthrien viscerally felt the crunch of bone under the force of her blow. The resulting spray of blood joined the other streaks across her face and painted her teeth a feral red but she didn’t slow her strokes. She’d had enough of people taking advantage of the weak and she’s discovered she was strong enough to do something about it. Maker, she loved that. She loved that these honourless men looked upon her in fear. A well deserved change. 

The stranger had drawn a sword, he was helping, she thought, though she was far too involved in her work to notice much. It wasn’t until the last of the blackhearts fled, until Cauthrien threw her bloodied branch to the ground and turned, that the reality of the situation began to dawn. She’d seen Gwaren Heraldry. She’d heard the scattered tales. Long black hair, dark features, broad, tall… it couldn’t be. The girl stood stiff, panting and shaking with the aftermath of battle, staring wordlessly at the man she’d thought she’d saved. 

“Y-y’alright Ser?” She asked eventually, her country accent thick and her voice hoarse.

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The stranger was of course Loghain Mac Tir. One second he had been on his horse, riding along the path through the forest, the next he had his feet on the ground, piercing a man through his throat. He honestly couldn’t say how he had got there so fast, but it wasn’t really important now. 

“Yes.” Loghain replied as he used his gloves to wipe off the worst of the blood from his sword. He glanced at her. “Are you?” 

From the looks of it, his assistance hadn’t really been needed. He was quite confident that she, whoever she was, would’ve been able to take them all on by herself.

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Inktober 2017 Day 1

The Old Man/ Loghain

CHARACTERS OF THE FOREST

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(( I’m back! ))

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for @atonings although I literally will never not draw Loghain if it’s requested like damn I love him

SKETCH CALL

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(( I’m sorry for not being more active rn, I’ll be more later. I have a couple of drawings to finish ))

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“I had a mabari once. I mentioned she was taken from us, did I not? This was when Orlais still ruled, and it was an Orlesian lordling who took her. I tried to keep her, but there was little I could do. It was six months before we saw her again. The Orlesian returned her—and when I say “returned,” I mean “pushed her out of his wagon.” She was skin and bone, and still carried the scars from where their pronged collars bit into her neck. She never quite recovered. She passed away after a week. It was as though she held on long enough to come home to us. I held her head in my lap, and I believe she died happy.”

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hathlostway:

“I thought I had back up.” Is his lame excuse. Yet there was some truth to that, he truly did believe there was several someones behind him. But what did he expect? Grey Wardens were made to take down darkspawn, not forest trolls. However … 

“Worried?” That made a smile grace his beaten up features, or a grin really. Genuine smiles were not his forte, too naive, and that was the last thing he wanted to show Loghain. He knew what he was doing. Samson thinks at least. “Maybe I should worry you more, eh?”

Loghain snorts. Samson sure knows how to get to him with his ridiculous comments. 

“You look like shit. Let’s get you out of here.” he mutters instead and holds out a hand toward Samson’s mangled up body. ‘That fucking grin.’ 

“That is, if you can move at all. I’d expect better from a former general.” That is meant as an encouraging thing, to have Samson prove him wrong. The potion must have started to help by now.