"We were already doomed.
A quick death now or a slow one later.
I'd rather die fighting."
Anders let out no more laughter, but there was obvious amusement in his eyes and smile both, “Well, you know me, can’t go a day or two without taking down the pride of a few Templars. Albeit, I’d rather bring down the pride of the Knight-Commander herself, but that would be far too difficult.” He shrugged as he let out a bit of an over exaggerated sigh, “I suppose this will have to do.”
Playing along was a little troublesome, as his curiosity was attempting to get the better of him, and sure enough it did.
“I… Anyway, did you need something?” Anders asked, his amusement slowly dying with his smile, returning to that same old look of sadness and exhaustion plastered on his expression, but his eyes spoke curiosity and suspicion.
“Tsk, tsk,” she clicked her tongue as if in disapproval, but it was something playfully condescending rather than serious, “you tread a dangerous path, my friend. Quite the trouble-maker, perhaps I should have handed you over when I had the chance.” Eirinn gave a careless wave of her hand, a small hum sounding as if she were in thought.
But soon it was joking aside and her smile softened as she adjusted herself for more serious matters. “I’ve gotten word there’s been a bit of…” she trailed off, searching for proper word, “rowdiness lately with the Templars and mages. More so than usual, at least. I was curious to know if you had any knowledge of this and your opinion on the matter. Truthfully, the handful of Templars I’ve heard or heard of making complaints of ‘violent outbursts’ seem rather… far-fetched. It drives me to believe that perhaps these wild tales were spread by someone with mal-intent as punishment for a few mages who spoke their minds.”
“Rowdy is putting it.. rather lightly.” Anders said, his expression becoming grim, arms folded across his chest as he shifted his weight to each foot simutaniously, but stopped within seconds. He took in a long breath of air, letting it out in a quick, heavy sigh that sang frustration as clearly as the chanters messed up on their chanting from time to time.
Anders glanced down at the ground a moment, “I’m not sure how to explain, really. Here in Kirkwall, mages are treated differently, and the Circle back in Ferelden was bad enough.” he said, quietly, as if he felt that he would be heard. He lifted his head again and took a step closer to Eirinn, letting his arms down at his sides and leaning in a bit, speaking in hushed tones, “The Knight-Commander is crazy..” he began, “and those who are under her command aren’t any better.” Anders did his best to remain calm, but it the effort wasn’t helping much.
”The refugee camps in Darktown are searched top to bottom quite relentlessly, no doubt a determination to root out whatever mages they can. Luckily, I’ve been fortunate, but my clinic is no secret. I fear it won’t be long. But that’s just part of it, mages passed their Harrowing have been made Tranquil just because they dare to speak out against the Templars. Mages are locked in their cells and refused appearances at court.” Anders’ expression went from grim to a nasty glare in less than a second of explanation, hatred flowing from his voice.
”We mages have few enough rights as it is, but Meredith is stripping us of what few we have! You know as well as I—and everyone—that it goes against all Chantry law to make mages passed their Harrowing into Tranquil, and they abuse us freely without a word being said against them! The Grand Cleric knows what’s going on but she refuses to do anything about it! Our resistance is barely holding together, and I—! …” he stopped himself there, shaking his head, allowing himself to calm down before he revealed to much—one way or another.
”It needs to change..”
So two Possessed Mages Walk into a Bar || Open
Varric had always been better at cards, not once in Anders’ time spent in Varric’s company there at the tavern did he win against the dwarf, “I guess this means I owe you.” Anders said with a half smile.“Nonsense, Blondie. I know you haven’t got the money.” Varric replied, “Though I won’t say no to a pint. Wanna go another round?”
“I’d like to..” Anders smiled apologetically, “but I should really be getting back to the clinic.”
“Well that’s disappointing. I’ll see you around, then. Try not to get into too much trouble.”
Anders gave no actual reply to that, just a nod of the head and he got up from his seat, ready to leave the tavern, but not before he caught sight of a woman who’s clothes were covered in a fairly large amount of blood. Obviously she had gotten into a fight.
He half wondered what happened exactly, the other half of his thoughts consisted of concern over her possibly being injured. With all the blood, it was difficult for him to tell from where he was.
Unable to hold back from giving into his curiosity, he wandered over to the woman.
”Are you alright?”
Baylee sighed staring into the murky reflection in the cup. The noise in the background turning into mere murmurs as she mulled alone with her thoughts, or she imagined she would; but she hadn’t ever been truly alone in a while.
Why do you insist on residing in such filth? We are much better than this.
“It has character, and it’s better than raising a spectacle in Hightown; the gossiping would be our downfall,” she laughed quietly, raising the cup to her lips.
“Hmm?” she rose her head towards the voice addressing her. “I’m staying in Lowtown, that should about answer that question,” she chuckled before raising the wet cloth to her neck, which didn’t seem to be actually cleaning anymore. “Feeling a bit drained and I probably gained a few more scars, but I don’t think I’m bleeding out just yet,”
The mage turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. “But I… thank you for asking,”
Anders couldn’t help but chuckle at that, “I suppose I should have expected nothing less.” he responded, then listened to her explaining her condition, almost relieved to hear that she was not seriously injured. He was exhausted tonight, and he likely wouldn’t be able to treat serious wounds properly with just magic. Working himself to exhaustion all day and nearly every day.. wasn’t exactly good on him, but that didn’t really matter now.
“It’s no trouble.” He said, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before..” Anders muttered, “Are you a traveler?” he suddenly gained the idea that she was an apostate on the run, but he quickly brushed it off. Not that it’d be strange, really. And.. he wouldn’t be able to ever figure out either. Anders kept his thoughts off of that now, though.
The Hanged Man ((Open RP))
Anders frowned and trailed a fingertip along the tip of the cup, staring down into it’s contents—or at least what was left. A heavy sigh was let out through his nostrils before he took another drink of the bitter liquid, “Thank you, Hawke..” he groaned at himself and placed his cup down to lift his hands and massage his temples, “Maker, Hawke.. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to doubt your tolerance for me… I guess I’m just feeling down.. a little more-so than usual, I should say.”
Finishing her own ale, Nim raised two fingers to catch the barmaid’s attention—one for me, one for a friend.
“No need to apologize…what’s eating you, if you don’t mind me asking?” She watched him sidelong through golden-green eyes. They hadn’t known each other very long, but that pained expression of his spoke volumes. She wanted to wrap a reassuring arm around his shoulders, but settled for resting her hand on his arm.
Anders shrugged, lifting a hand to slip it behind his collar and rub the back of his neck, letting out a very frustrated sigh, furrowing his brows a second time, as if it would help the headache he suffered from. The smell of alcohol didn’t make it much better, it was an almost sickening scent at this moment, but perhaps it was because he already felt a little ill.
”It’s just… the Tranquil. I saw more today..” He said as he stared down into his glass, twisting his wrist to and fro, watching the ale as it shined from the movements paired with the light above them. He wouldn’t call it beautiful, but it at least brought a temporary distraction, “The Knight-Commander isn’t getting any better either. You remember I told you; that she’s been having the refugee camps searched top to bottom? I’ve just… been a little.. scared that they’re going to find me one of these days. It’s not unlikely, it’s hardly unlikely, even. But I suppose the good news is that the Coterie is off my back.”
‘Probably Varric’s doing.’ Anders thought.
About role-playing
It’s okay to not role-play with OC’s
It’s okay to role-play with OC’s
It’s okay to make OOC posts
It’s okay to take a break every once in a while
It’s okay to be lazy
It’s okay to drop threads
It’s okay to start new threads, even if you’re owing someone something
It’s not okay to make someone feel shitty about what they do, what their preferences are, or how long they take to reply.
It’s their hobby, their style, and their rules. Not yours.
theharbingerofjustice-elvhenan-ghost (closed rp)
The last time Ta’lon stood at was Sundermount she was she was finding off Teventer solders. In all honestly she was surprised that this place still existed at all. Since traces of the world she knew had been eroded away by time. She couldn’t explain why she felt so compelled to return here of all places. She had heard about it though rumor, stories of haunting and angry spirits that stalked the elder graveyard at the summit of the mountain. She didn’t pay them much mind and visited it anyways.
She was surprised to see that the altar to Mythal and the graveyard still existed at the top of the mountain. If she could have her way she would have popped a tent in front of the alter and made the graveyard her home. But after fighting off a handful of skeletons and spirits she realized that that wasn’t going to happen and moved to the cave at the summit.
It was small, damp, dark, and she found herself in a never ending war with giant spiders, but she didn’t mind, it was close to a piece of her home. She couldn’t understand why she felt this way, but she had to be here, needed to be here. She was more then content to sit there shoot arrows till her fingers bled. This cave was hers now, and they would simply have to deal with that fact. Her war lasted weeks and still the creatures came for her. One after another and for the most part she held her own against them.
Till that dreaded day came where she finally ran out of arrows. She knew this day would come, and apparently the spiders did as well. As her supplies dwindled they came at her in greater numbers and eventually drove the hunter from for her cave with one final push. Ta’lon was forced to flee; by the grace of Mythal she was able to make it down the mountain in one piece. She didn’t think much of the few bites and scratches she retained in skirmish and immediately started plotting to reclaim her home. “Assan. Lyrium, poisons. Traps, big ones!” She muttered in Elvhan as she walked though streets of lowtown.
So wrapped in her planning she didn’t notice when her arm went numb, the scratch on her arm has swollen and begun to turn purple around the edges. She wasn’t all that versed in healing, and couldn’t make a remedy to save her own life. She cursed aloud, as she examined her arm in the bazaar. She must have been louder then she thought, her cursing brought the attention of a passing elf.
Their conversation was short and awkward. Ta’lon could understand common tongue for the most part, but she couldn’t speak it to the point were people would she could effectively articulate herself. Ta’lon’s common was horrible, and she’s come to understand that the elves that lived in the cities understood less Elvhan then the nomadic ones that lived in the forest. Eventually the elf gave up on talking and simply led her down to hovel in Darktown. After pointing inside she abandoned her. Ta’lon lingered outside the hovel, a long a moment passed before she finally entered. She stood awkwardly by the entrance.
Oh, usual days, usual routines that most would likely consider boring or too stressful, however, Anders strung together what little patience he had left these days to tend to injured and sick, and some simply fussing over irritations that admittedly did need attendence.
The mage’s job taken up as healer had proven to be a test of tolerance for himself, but not only mentally. Every day he wore himself down, draining himself of mana with each wound healed, tiring his hands and herb-stained fingers with creating various medicines to tend to sick or those simple rashes and boils and whatever else.
Anders wouldn’t at all consider this exciting work, nor ever pleasant considering some of the things he had to do. Most of it… rather disgusting, and likely a lot of people whom even attempted to take up this job would turn their noses up in disgust and back away from it. Luckily, Anders had a greater tolerance.
Just when the mage found himself a chance to take a break, another individual entered his clinic, drawing his attention away from his current pass-time of writing manifestos and going through books searching for things he wouldn’t dare admit to. Quickly enough he closed his book, set down the quill and stood from where he sat on a small stool in front of a fairly rough, but sturdy looking desk. Albeit his mind was drawn from his desire to first question what it was that the woman needed aid with to look upon her with confusion.
Something was.. off.. about this elf, but Anders couldn’t quite put his finger on it, though he didn’t continue to attempt.
”Come on over here,” He said gently, “and let me see what is the matter.” Anders continued, examining her from where he currently stood, trying to see the problem beforehand in hopes of planning just a little ahead of time, but he couldn’t quite tell due to the distance between his desk and the doors. Didn’t matter much, though.
Patiently did he wait for the elf to approach, not wishing to bring her the need for caution by demanding she come over to him.
☣ || {theharbingerofjustice} found the Abomination.
☣—The Angel of Death was very used to all sorts of travelers now. There was a many people that ventured into the ruined city. People from everywhere. Even other worlds. Silver-black feline eyes fell upon the figure of a man. The Silhouette dancing in the upcoming darkness, as night over took day. Jason was not busy at the current moment. He could chat if he wanted to, however, The Grim Reaper was never idle. He didn’t like staying in one place for too long.
The Dead littered ground near him. All things dead, that decided to get up again, was his enemy. Jason went by many names. He stuck to aliases to keep himself safe. For he’d rather be safe than chased… “The Horsemen are drawing nearer. On the leather steeds they ride…” He shifted. “They have come to take your life.” He was addressing the man that came forth.
“What brings you here, stranger?”
The mage was prone to finding himself in odd places, but normally he wasn’t ever alone. This place Anders had woken in was not any less unnerving than Kirkwall’s Darktown, but perhaps more so. The stench of death hung heavy in the air, a sickening scent Anders had grown used to, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t unsettling. Something—perhaps Justice—was telling him that things were not right here, or perhaps simply unnatural. But the mage had become accustomed to the unusual side of the pathetic little world they inhabited, albeit this didn’t.. feel.. like home.
A voice pulled Anders from his thoughts, speaking cryptic things, words that brought Anders’ stomach to an unpleasant twist, his heart sinking slightly. Fear, he felt it clearly, but little did he allow it to cloud his thoughts. Caution took over, gripping him stronger than it had less than a moment before.
Our dear apostate would have questioned what had been spoken, but before he could voice it, the subject was slightly pushed away by what he was asked, and Anders strangely caught himself struggling for an answer.
Silence crept over him further still, filling the stench ridden air with nothingness, until he broke it with a quiet voice; “Simple wandering.” he answered, “I… find it hard to accept that I am not where I was before. I blacked out, woke up here… I was.. certain that my enemy had found me, but that continues to prove itself untrue.” Anders added, confusion further lacing itself with his tone. But then it came to mind; what if he was no longer trekking the mortal world?
Perhaps…
Brows furrowed to express Anders’ inner struggle with his confusion. Justice would have shone himself if his belief of his current location was true, though still he found himself asking.
”Is this the Fade?” He spoke up as he asked, “.. It doesn’t quite feel like it.. but I can’t help but wonder.” the mage continued, speaking slowly. Hesitant. He needed answers, and he wasn’t just going to stand there quiet feeling lost for longer than he felt necessary.
The Hanged Man ((Open RP))
Anders chuckled lightly and shook his head at Nimue, “Hawke, you look like you’ve been through the Void and then just chucked out, landing face-first to the ground.” Oh. Well. That was quite a way to put it, “But..” He added, “it’s good to know you’re feeling okay.”
He stared quietly for a few seconds before taking a sip of the ale he had ordered, nose scrunching up at the taste, “Well, it’s relieving to hear that I’m not being a bother to you.”
Well. That was one way to put it, indeed. “Serah, you wound me,” she snickered and placed a hand on her chest in mock offense, her grin betraying much more pain than she intended. Nim may have been many things, but a master of disguise was not one of them. At least she didn’t have to keep up pretenses about the ale, she thought gladly, taking another swig from her tankard.
At the healers’ words, she snapped back to attention.”I—of course you—” her brows knitted together. “You’re never a bother to me, Anders.”
Anders frowned and trailed a fingertip along the tip of the cup, staring down into it’s contents—or at least what was left. A heavy sigh was let out through his nostrils before he took another drink of the bitter liquid, “Thank you, Hawke..” he groaned at himself and placed his cup down to lift his hands and massage his temples, “Maker, Hawke.. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to doubt your tolerance for me… I guess I’m just feeling down.. a little more-so than usual, I should say.”
I WAS UNSURE IF A LINE WAS ANDERS OR NOT BECAUSE I’VE NEVER PLAYED AGAINST THE MAGES AND I GOOGLED IT AND
I’M SO DONE
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