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Post by Tealraven on Jun 29, 2020 22:59:18 GMT -5
( griffons! why the hell not? =D )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 29, 2020 23:00:22 GMT -5
(sorry for bein kinda poofy! I just wanted to get everyoneโs responses before typin up another :> Iโll likely get a post up tomorrow~)
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Post by โโะพฯ on Jun 30, 2020 0:43:05 GMT -5
โซ โซ KIRKWALL, FREE MARCHES โซ โซ
Gemma Wilde
Two days after meeting the recruits at the tavern, Gemma was feeling much better. This was due to all of the issues of the night being spontaneously resolved. Firstly, she managed to procure more lyrium (This involved hunting down the mysterious dwarf after the others went to bed. He turned out to be a surprisingly kind and accommodating fellow.) Secondly, she was no longer experiencing raging hormones (A cramping in her abdomen that morning confirmed what she had been suspected all along: that her ferocity could be partially attributed to that most dreaded aspect of possessing a uterus.) Thirdly, the annoyance at being ordered around had faded into oblivion. Gemma could be accused of many things, but one of her better attributes was her ability to move on.
The point is, as the recruits made their way to the deep roads, the brunette human was in a chipper mood. She hummed softly to herself as she sat atop her horse, occasionally butting into the conversations held by Lucan and Corryn. The female elf seemed intent on filling a leadership role, which was perfectly fine with Gemma. She rolled her eyes a few times, but whatever attitude she presented was quickly counteracted by a toothy smile. Besides, now that she was no longer experiencing withdrawals, she could go back to doing what she did best: flirting with anything that walked.
Most of her attention was directed toward Lucan. He was clearly infatuated with Corryn, therefore it gave Gemma pleasure to bat her eyelashes and smile every time he was shot down. Every sensual look and hair toss went ignored, of course, which made it all the more entertaining.
Other flirtatious endeavors included the occasional suggestive remarks toward Daya and Rhys. She also liked to fabricate facts about the darkspawn in order to confuse the recruits. โRhys, I hope you didnโt eat garlic for lunch,โ she commented as they made their way down the dark roads. โThe darkspawn can smell it for miles. It makes them ravenous.โ Her high voice bounced off the walls of the cave and bounced down into the shadows where the recruits stared warily.
โPrepare yourselves,โ hissed Corryn, and Gemma felt the familiar, tingling sensation in the tips of her fingers and the recesses of her chest. Not losing her nonchalant expression, she reached for the long knives in her boots. She twirled them in her palms as they waited. Soon even the recruits could hear the ominous cackling in the deep, and the sound of footsteps began to thunder up the passageway.
The attack was abrupt. One moment the group stood silently in wait, and the next, chaos ensued. A creature darted out from the shadow and lunged at Rhys. The recruit reeled backward as the darkspawn attempted to pull him to the ground. In the same second, more movement came in Gemmaโs periphery. What moments before had been a shapeless well of black turned into a mound of clawing arms and contorted, ugly faces. The recruits would stand no chance of fending the darkspawn off themselves, this much became rapidly evident. She held back for as long as she could, watching as Lucan and Rhys struggled to fend off the sudden onslaught. She intervened when one bolted toward the group with lightning speed. Before it could reach the recruits, who were both distracted by multiple foes, it skidded to the ground with one of Gemmaโs knives lodged in its throat.
It was at this moment that she decided there was no use in standing around. Gemma bolted in the direction of the fallen creature, plucking her weapon out of its bloodied throat as she danced into the fray. Her movements were nimble and practiced. She weaved and pirouetted through the enemy attackers, slicing and cutting with every step. From the sound of a clattering staff, she knew Corryn and Daya had joined in as well. But her attention was devoted to whatever lay directly before her, which in that moment was the massive back of an enemy darkspawn. She plunged the longer of her two knives into its spine then leaped over an incoming kick at her feet. Before she landed, she struck the kicking darkspawn across the face with the smaller of her knives.
At one point she noticed an unfamiliar shape in the corner of her eye. She turned her attention just long enough to notice that an elf had joined them in battle. A slender female with short, fiery hair fought alongside Corryn. Gemma wrinkled her nose, pausing. She stood amid the chaos for a long second wondering, Wait, are there six of us? followed by, No, she must be new.
There was no time for introductions. Before Gemma could saunter over to say hello, her attention snapped over to an incoming blade. She dodged to the right just in time, feeling the air sliced inches in front of her face. โEmissary!โ she heard Corryn shout. Gemma chopped at the throat of her attacker, then turned her head. A green wall of fire blasted in their direction. Gemma leaped back to the others, shrieking in surprise. But the fire didnโt reach them. It halted in the air and fizzled away like a vision. Gemma looked to Corryn. The white-haired elf held out her palm in the sign of an unknown spell.
A sharp laugh tumbled from her lips and before she plunged back into battle. There was no time to watch, there was only time for action. Gemma kicked a creature in the chest, sending it reeling back into a pile of others.
Thankfully the battle was over as soon as it began. As the last darkspawn was defeated, Gemma gave a catlike stretch, exposing the skin of her belly as she raised her arms above her head. Her green eyes landed on the new elf. Already Corryn and Lucan had begun the interrogation.
โWho are you โ and what in the Creatorsโ names are you doing here? Where is your clan, lethallan?โ asked Corryn in quick succession. Gemma threw down her bloody daggers and pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket. She used it to wipe the blood off her hands before walking over to make her salutations.
โNo explanation needed. Some people come down here for the lovely ambience,โ she chided Corryn playfully.
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 0:55:01 GMT -5
( noice )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 30, 2020 11:13:03 GMT -5
(good morning/afternoon frens! i'm just sitting down to reply :> )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 11:51:57 GMT -5
( henlo )
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Post by Tealraven on Jun 30, 2020 12:10:56 GMT -5
( morning :> )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 12:14:08 GMT -5
( if you want to wait for a Corryn post after Vak I will get it up later this afternoon/evening. I think my mom wants to go look at area rugs again for my new room :3 weโre redoing several rooms in the house )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 30, 2020 12:21:36 GMT -5
Daya โโ Despite the regularity of having to kill darkspawn en masse - and, frankly, how easily she had taken to it - each encounter made Daya nervous. Not so much as for her own safety, but for the less experienced recruits. When Rhys was immediately hounded by one of the darkspawn, she instinctively called out his name. Her attention, for that moment, was ripped from tracking the monsters to making sure the recruit survived. Luckily, the rogue knew how to act methodically in a stressful situation. Put more at ease as she watched his dagger skewer the darkspawn's chest, she affixed her gaze to the oncoming creatures. She unhooked the morning star from her belt and gave it a cursory swing before clanging it against her chest piece; a common taunting motion to draw in the beasts.
While her comrade Gemma was trained to fell the darkspawn more gracefully, Daya in comparison would be equated to a slow but powerful golem. A few hurlocks were distracted by her provocation, and charged at her with shortswords drawn. This was exactly what she wanted; with a timed swing of her weapon, Daya was able to knock one of the hurlock's heads into the next, effectively bowling them over. Then she brought down her morning star as a finishing blow, splashing bone and sinew across the stone floor. Anyone who watched Daya fight darkspawn would call it night and day. Her jovial, matronly attitude went into hiding when it was time to bash some skulls in. But when the dust finally settled and the group had felled the last monster, it reemerged in full swing.
Clipping the morning star back to her belt, she glanced across the immediate vicinity. Her group was looking towards the entrance. Following their gaze, her eyes stopped at a figure standing in the entryway, almost silhouetted by the faint light that shone through. Another elf! The days only get stranger, she mused. Corryn was first to call to her, ordering that she state her business - like a true Commander would. Gemma, like usual, made a snarky comment in response. Daya sauntered over to the group, keeping the newcomer in her sights.
"Ho there!" Daya exclaimed, trying her best to keep her voice at a lower volume than usual. "Surely you didn't just stumble upon these caverns hoping to do some spelunking, yes? If you're not with your Clan, did somebody send you?" She was never one to be the interrogative type, but with all of the interesting happenings, she expected a newcomer least of all. From the looks of it, she didn't seem outwardly nefarious; she likely helped them slay the darkspawn just moments ago. Upon closer inspection, the young-looking elf girl had a slight tremble to her. Was she nervous?
Before Daya could continue to think on the conundrum, her ears picked up faint, but labored breathing. She paused to look behind her, and surely enough, the source of the sounds made itself known. Lucan, poor thing, was looking a bit more worse for wear. Rhys had walked up to the rest of the group as well, clutching an arrow that had pierced his waist. Daya opened her mouth to speak to the elf, but he quickly shook his head and motioned with his free hand towards Lucan. While he appeared more transfixed by the situation going on in the moment, Daya felt the need to act lest his injuries worsen. As she paced towards the human, she reached for a small pouch that was also clasped to her belt.
"Hey, over here, big guy," She uttered in a comforting tone, "looks like you took a bit of a beating. But I'm proud of you for holding fast. Here." From the pouch, she produced a small vial filled with a glistening red liquid that sat snugly in her oversized palm. "Drink up, it's made with the finest elfroot. You should be feeling better in no time." Her consoling words were wrapped up with her trademark grin. As daintily as she could, she placed the potion in one of Lucan's hands, and clasped one of her own on top before returning them to her side. Her gaze then turned to Rhys, who was quite obviously trying to lessen the pain that he felt. She may have fallen for it long ago, but not now. "Let's see that arrow, now."
Rhys wanted to protest, but the qunari had already begun to assess the wound. She knew that pulling it out wasn't the finest idea, but he couldn't go on with an arrow protruding out of him. The elf's eyes widened as her fingers curled around the arrow. "Have your waterskin ready," Daya remarked firmly. After acknowledging him pull it out of one of his satchels, in a swift motion, she yanked the arrow from his side. Even through gritted teeth, Rhys let out an audibly pained growl. "Now sit down," Daya instructed, "and remove what you can so I can wash off the wound." It didn't take long for Rhys to partially take off his leathers, just enough to expose his abdomen. Some blood had begun to pour from the wound, but as Daya splashed some water on it, the puncture itself wasn't as deep as she thought. Once again she reached into pouch, this time holding a few long strips of cloth imbued with smashed herbs. "It's a poultice one of my comrades gave me, hopefully it'll lessen the pain a bit." Rhys let out a pained breath of thanks as she wrapped up his wound.
"Do you want to kiss it now to make it all better?" Rhys joked, his lips curling into a slight smile before wincing in pain once more. Daya looked into his eyes with more seriousness than he anticipated.
"Only if you want me to." The rogue's eyes widened, as if to ask if she was really serious. Her look of intent then relaxed as she let out a hearty chuckle. "I'm kidding. You can put your armor back on now." As he refastened his leathers, Daya stood back up to return to the ongoing situation. |
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 12:33:53 GMT -5
( poor Rhys. Never take an arrow to the gut - itโll ruin your adventuring days. )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 30, 2020 12:36:58 GMT -5
(and it's only just beginning! xD luckily daya is in mommy mode for her kids recruits
edit: i also added more dinky dialogue at the end bc i almost forgot to lmaooo)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 14:00:07 GMT -5
( lol xD )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 14:41:40 GMT -5
( ok writing a Corryn post )
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Post by Tealraven on Jun 30, 2020 14:58:25 GMT -5
( whoops! I already started on a reply. Might've jumped the gun a bit there, my bad )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 14:59:08 GMT -5
[ no worries. I can adjust my post ^^ ]
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 15:04:14 GMT -5
[ well actually nothing new really happened in Corryn's post so it should be fine lol ]
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 15:06:16 GMT -5
โซ โซ THE DEEP ROADS โซ โซ
Corryn Sabrae
Like most, Corryn was far from a fan of darkspawn. In fact, she really, really disliked them โ almost as much as she hated the deep roads. It was almost ironic โ the path her life had taken. She disliked caves and dark places, and here she wasโฆ in the deep roads, stuck in the darkness, and surrounded by darkspawn. Joy.
As the mass of writhing darkness that stretched through the tunnel became louder and louder, Corryn moved to hold her staff before her in a defensive position. She thanked the Creators that sheโd remembered to put the staff blade on the end. Normally, the weapon was rather plain looking, but she often outfitted it before wading into battle. Sheโd added the wickedly sharp, double-sided blade to the bottom of it, turning the walking stick into a formidable weapon, and sheโd placed a red crystal at the tip of the staff, securing it within the twining branch-like structures. She planted her feet in a defensive stance and prepared herself. The darkspawn were growing closer; their howls and cackles washed over Corryn, sending a chill running down her spine and cooling her blood with fear. You never really got used to the sound of darkspawn, but after a bit you could push the fear away, and thatโs what Corryn did right now. She pushed the panic to the back of her mind and clenched her jaw; the red crystal in her staff took on an eerie glow as she summoned her magic.
From behind her came an animalistic scream, and she instinctively crouched and spun to face this new threat. It was Rhys, she realized a heartbeat later, whoโd made the sound when some darkspawn had launched itself at him from nowhere, tackling him to the ground. The pair grappled for a moment before the elf fought the monster off and got back to his feet. He was struck again, however, by a darkspawn arrow; the projectile punched through his leather armor and pierced his abdomen, but the elf let out a war-cry and hurtled himself at the genlock. Corryn spun on her heel like a practiced dancer, ready to face the darkspawn horde as it bore down on them, but yet another thing drew her attention. Another arrow flew โ from behind the group of Wardens. She snapped her head around to defend her charges, and boy was she surprised to see another elf, who was most certainly not a darkspawn. Judging by the vallaslin on her face, she was another Dalish. A shock of red hair in a boyโs cut framed her face, but Corryn didnโt have much time to assess more beyond that.
โSee what happens when you leave without me?โ the newcomer taunted. โTsk. How unprofessional.โ The newcomer fired an arrow at one of the darkspawn, and Corryn realized she was here to help โ in a roundabout way. โSo sorry to crash the party. Hope you donโt mind!โ
Well, no, Corryn didnโt mind. So as long as this new elf could hold her own, that was. โDonโt die,โ the mage warned, and then threw herself into the battle fully. She wielded her staff expertly; several darkspawn fell from the sharpened blade, while several others were set alight by the red crystal. She thrust it forward to knock a Hurlock off balance before she skewered it, kicking it away. She swung her staff to block another Hurlockโs sword, and an arc of lightning burst from the crystal, slamming into several darkspawn and sending them flying. She waved her hand and summoned her magic, warping the veil; fire burst forward in front of her in a jagged line, setting several of the monsters alight like torches. They then staggered back into more of the horde, spreading the fire. Other darkspawn found themselves frozen by Corrynโs magic and then shattered into bits by her staff.
She could sense and hear her fellow Wardens in battle, as well as Lucan, Rhys and the newcomer, but she couldnโt pause to check on them. She was too surrounded, too focused on trying not to be skewered. As if the darkspawn knew she was a mage, they tried to swarm her a bit more than the others. She was growing weary quickly; the strain of physical combat and drawing on the Fade was sapping whatever energy she had. Sheโd expelled too much earlier in the day trying to open the way to the deep roads, and those actions were coming back to bite her squarely on the ass. She was panting, struggling to catch her breath even as she continued to fight. She was running on fumes now, but she had to keep fighting; she wasnโt keen on dying.
And then her day got worse.
Her head snapped to the right when magic that wasnโt hers flared across her senses. She saw something invisible hit Lucan and knock him backwards several feet. He lay there for a few moments, seemingly stunned, and he was damn lucky the darkspawn didnโt take that instant to gut him. She turned her head to find the source of the spell, and she let out a curse that would cause even a sailor to blush. An emissary. This day was just getting worse and worse.
The emissary thrust its palms forward, and green fire rushed outward, heading right for the wardens. Corryn threw her arm out and cast a counterspell; the two magics clashed with such strength that Corryn nearly blacked out. Her ears were ringing, her nose burned and she could taste blood in the back of her mouth. She nearly doubled over as her breath whooshed out of her chest. She hadnโt realized the emissaryโs magic would be so strong, and that was bad. She was too tired, her magic too overused, to fight the emissary with spells. Panting, she lifted her head to glare at him, eyes glinting like steel in the light of the burning darkspawn. She cursed again and dropped her staff. She had just enough magic for one more spell, and all she could do was hope it worked.
She really, really hoped the spell that Ashaโbellanar had taught her worked. She reached across the veil, scraping the last dredges of her own magic and energy together, and then she reformed reality around her.
The elfโs form vanished in a puff of smoke; once the dust cleared, only a massive beast stood there. The bear let out a roar of fury and loped into battle, head low. The emissary, which had been distracted briefly but Lucas, was swept away when the giant bear barreled into it. With its claws and teeth and paws the bear laid waste to the emissary and the darkspawn. It waded deeper into the tunnel, ignoring the pain of the darkspawnโs weapons as it slashed through its flesh, and instead channeled its rage and pain into destroying the enemy.
Finally, the last of the darkspawn were felled; those that remained alive fled back into the darkness of the deep roads. The bear stood there on its hind legs for a moment, breathing heavily, and watched them go. When the bear dropped back to is four legs again, its form was once again engulfed in smoke.
Corryn let the spell go, and the bearโs form vanished, replaced by that of her natural one. She fell to her knees for a moment, breathing heavily, struggling to fight off the exhaustion that was trying to pull her under. While she wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep, there were people who needed her. Sure, she wasnโt a fan of many of them, but she had a duty to perform, and by the Creators she would.
โBy the Dread Wolf,โ she muttered, once sheโd mustered the strength to push herself to her feet. She brushed her white hair, soaked with sweat and darkspawn blood, out of her face. When she approached the group again, Lucan was staring at her.
โWhat was that?โ he demanded.
โA darkspawn nest,โ she shot back, but Lucan just furrowed his brow.
โThatโs not what I meant,โ he countered. โYouโreโฆ a bear?โ
Corryn rolled her eyes with such intensity she swore she saw the back of her skull. โNo,โ she snapped. โItโs magic. Now is not the time to discuss it.โ She bent to retrieve her staff where sheโd dropped it, and for a moment she let herself lean on it, digging deep for whatever scraps of strength she had left. She turned her attention to Rhys, who was seemingly the most injured, but Daya was faster, and was already setting about to treat both Lucan, who was quivering a bit from shock and some superficial wounds, and Rhys himself. She blew out a breath, and shot the qunari a thankful glance. Sheโd cast a healing spell later, but for now Rhys would have to deal with the nonmagical methods of healing. She was just too tired. She took a deep breath, and finally faced the unusual elf.
โTimely intervention,โ she told the elf, voice wry. โI am Corryn, leader of this little group. Who are you โ and what in the Creatorsโ name are you doing here? Where is your clan, lethallan?โ
โNot that we arenโt grateful for your arrival,โ Lucan added. Corryn shot him a glare without much heat behind it. Gemma sauntered up behind them.
โNo explanation needed,โ the templar said playfully. โSome people come down here for the lovely ambience.โ
โYes, because the Blighted deep roads are my first choice for a location to hold a party. Add a few lights, clean the taint and darkspawn gunk off the walls, and you have the perfect place to host your friends.โ
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Post by Tealraven on Jun 30, 2020 15:25:55 GMT -5
ยป Erin Lavellan ยซ
the deep roads
Fire one, fire two. With each pluck of the bowstring, Erin felt herself ease into the familiar pattern of knock, aim, and release. Palms slick with sweat, she crouched down out of the darkspawn's line of sight to steady herself. She wiped her hands on her legs and, taking a deep breath, leaped back into the fray. It effectively rebooted her brain into battle mode. She felt her heartbeat slow, beating in tandem with the rhythmic twang of each arrow she shot.
No longer wasting breath on taunting the tainted creatures, she strafed along the cave wall, focusing on keeping the darkspawn from targeting and swarming one member of the group. She took aim at a hulking emissary, narrowing her fierce green eyes. But as soon as the arrow left her bow, something nearly equal in size to the mighty darkspawn slammed into it. She gasped involuntarily as her arrow narrowly missed the bear, skimming the top of the fur on its shoulders.
That was enough to throw her off.
First darkspawn, now bears? Were the darkspawn possessing the bear, somehow? She'd heard of demons taking control of other animals before. But that couldn't be it; the bear appeared to be fighting against the darkspawn, effortlessly batting the creatures away with one swipe from its massive paws. Which made absolutely no sense, but now was not the time to ask questions.
Then, just as soon as it began, the attack was over. In her moment of shock, the last darkspawn fell to the ground with a sickening thud beneath the qunari's mace. Wait -- qunari? Erin did a double take, scanning the faces around her. Time seemed to have frozen as everyone caught their breath.
To her surprise, she counted two other Dalish -- that was unexpected -- in addition to the humans and the qunari, who sauntered over to join them. "Ho there!" she called. "Surely you didn't just stumble upon these caverns hoping to do some spelunking, yes? If you're not with your Clan, did somebody send you?" She stooped to attend to the male elf who'd been struck by the Genlock Archer.
Before Erin could move or even answer, the second elf stepped in front of her, blocking her path and introducing herself as Corryn. She pinned her down with intense grey-blue eyes. โWho are you โ and what in the Creatorsโ names are you doing here? Where is your clan, lethallan?โ she demanded.
โNot that we arenโt grateful for your arrival,โ added one of the injured party, grimacing. Corryn silenced him with a glare but said nothing more.
โNo explanation needed," teased the templar behind her, approaching with a playful grin. "Some people come down here for the lovely ambience.โ
โYes, because the Blighted deep roads are my first choice for a location to hold a party. Add a few lights, clean the taint and darkspawn gunk off the walls, and you have the perfect place to host your friends,โ Corryn replied dryly.
Erin laughed shortly. What an odd little group this was. Returning her bow to its place on her back and planting her hands on her hips, she answered, "Well, I was in the area and it looked like you guys could use a hand. So I thought, 'hey, why not? It's been a few days since I last faced imminent death.'"
She glanced from one to the other, quickly sizing up the elven mage. Corryn claimed she was the leader of their little group, so Erin extended a hand to her first, albeit warily. "Actually, my name's Erin, and I'm from clan Lavellan. In the Free Marches? I met your Warden-Commander in Kirkwall and he invited me to join you." She shrugged. "Better late than never, I suppose. Sorry to ruin the mystique for you."
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 15:27:50 GMT -5
( I can get another Corryn post later for us )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 16:40:54 GMT -5
( actually I will get a Corryn post tomorrow when I wake up ^^ if anyone else wants to post go for it )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 19:09:20 GMT -5
( i got a former Templar-turned-Grey-Warden to romance )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 19:11:26 GMT -5
( xD )
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Post by Tealraven on Jun 30, 2020 20:02:45 GMT -5
( would that be Gemma or Alistair? ๐
Out of context it could be either x) )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 20:04:56 GMT -5
( pfft Alistair is the only Templar for me )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 30, 2020 22:46:45 GMT -5
(i love alistair very much but... cullen looks like he gives very good hugs u__u)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 30, 2020 22:48:01 GMT -5
( true. Cullen and Alistair are the only Templars for
Me.
There, fixed xP )
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