#soiasan

Just some highlights from a game on discord with the fam

Her footsteps always felt strangely weightless in the Fade. Though she moved as naturally as she did when awake, there was always that slight touch of unreality that came with it. "You know what's the funniest part of this whole thing?" she asked, unsmiling. "It tasted like tea. It tasted like a sweet floral tea." Cinnamon and honeysuckle. She had doubtless experimented with a similar blend at some point in the past few years, but tea suddenly felt so small as she waded through the whispers and memories now flowing through her thoughts.

continued from here ! // @soiasan

❝ is that a compliment or an insult ? ❞ he's dealt with the sideways glares, the ones that stare at him like some animal off its leash. the mage was no different, aside from his pointed ears. he'd much rather him say what was on his mind than sit there and ogle.

❝ if you wish to comment on my markings, i'll have you know i'm no dalish. they're made of lyrium. inflicted, carved into my flesh against my will. ❞

he takes a breath. perhaps his outburst was uncalled for.

The rhythmic trodding of hooves were heard amongst the sounds of Arlathan forest as the stallion trotted down a dirt path, carrying the sentinel on his back. For the most part, it seemed pretty clean and quiet this side of the forest, something the assassin preferred when looking for places to camp. Kekipi hums quietly to herself, looking around the forest. She enjoyed the quiet for the most part but always enjoyed hearing the sounds of the birds and other woodly creatures. 

While the blight took away majority of those sounds, there was always something to be heard. Today however, it was pretty silent. 

As Kekipi nears to a clearing, she notices the once green foliage begin to… wilt? This wasn’t old wilt. This was new. She stops the stallion and peers as the foliage wilts in real time. “What the…” 

Before Kekipi could even think about to dismount, her horse lets out a shrill cry, the animal dancing in place as red, angry blight begins to sprout around her. The infection glowing and pulsating as new blisters and spots of infection grow.

“Shit—!” Kekipi barks as the horse spooks even more, the animal bucking and bolting off without its right, Kekipi landing on the ground with a thud and grunt. She starts to scramble up to run after her companion, but blight soon closed her in, making her back up into the middle and pull her blade. When there was blight, there was sure to be darkspawn… but not in this case, unfortunately.

@littlehoundthings : [laughing]

Me: I mean, y'know, maybe that's what he needed when he got out of Fade prison. Kekipi just needs to go back to him. He won't blight the world if he's got some good pussy

@soiasan out here quoting on Kekipi LOL I said no one has YET to get Kekipi pregnant and I had to clarify that it wasn't she was infertile. She is very much is (being a 8,000+ year old elf) but no one has succeeded.

How long had it been since he last saw... Well... Anyone, for the matter? Years spent in nothing but silence aside from his own thoughts. A place full of spirits, demons, and those who walked among the world in their dreams.

This was his own personal hell.

Surrealism to the core, nothing made sense and held about the same line of logic as dreams in the world outside the Fade. Boats stuck in buildings was one of the chief complaints he had among the utter nonsense. Giant butterfly wings serving as the sails of boats. Trees coming out of statues. The list could go on.

He might have been given what he wanted, traipsing in the Fade, but there had been no power to acquire here. Dumat promised him everything, and gave him nothing.

Amid the desert he stood among, underneath a deadened tree, the darkspawn could sense another presence coming up upon the horizon, beyond his field of vision. Perhaps another dreamer. He'd only seen a handful of them.