Apomoea inched backwards, recoiling from the extended hand, stance lowering almost imperceptibly as he stared Solas down. He didn't presume to know anything about the mark on his hand, and he wasn't fool enough to make a show of pretending he did. The faint wisps of magic he could sense from the...
Fire once again threatening to flare into existence, Apomoea stopped dead in his tracks, breathing heavily with the effort it took to keep his temper. He turned his head just enough to get a look over his shoulder, just enough to stare daggers into the one who dared to address him so haughtily...
Missive clenched tightly in his hand, Apomoea weighed his options for what felt like the hundredth time that hour. Wrongfully imprisoned, accused of murder, threatened with execution, and now furthering the agenda of a religion he despised with all but no say in the matter, he wanted to run. If...
The journey to the ancient fortress, as far as the elf could tell, had gone smoothly. Given, he had been a winning combination of catatonic and distraught for the majority of their ride and therefore not able to recall exact details, but no one had managed to get themselves killed, which seemed...
If the ride was slow and agonizing, coated in a tangible silence, Amras hardly noticed. A shifting rise and fall of the borrowed halla between his thighs was the only sure indication that the party was making any progress towards Ostagar at all, as his eyes were open but unseeing, disregarding...
((Basically Duncan goes and investigates the Eluvian after dropping Amras' sorry ass off at the camp.))
Amras awoke with a start, a vague sense of loss gripping his heart and tugging his near prostrate form into immediate action. His vision was slow to clear in the wake of his consciousness...
((It's a bird! It's a plane! Nope - It's a fucking Archdemon.))
An echo of something ancient, something powerful, rang in the ears of the two Dalish and turned their blood to ice. The already discordant noise was amplified by bouncing off the walls around them, turning into pure cacophony...
Notching an arrow quietly, Amras watched the shemlen racing towards them with disdain. It was no secret among the bordering human villages that the woods were the territory of the Dalish, and the presence of not one but three? They might as well have declared outright war with the Mahariel clan...
Yo! I'm looking for a few people interested in roleplaying characters from the Dragon Age series with me (honestly this game's roleplaying fanbase is so small rip).
-I've got a few years of roleplaying experience, but I don't mind if you're new to this at all!
-My replies vary from a...