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It was a success. The ship was his, and Lotor basked in the glory with a smirk. He sat on the bridge, legs crossed as he talked with the new commanding officer. Few casualties. Few injured, and there was minimal damage to the ship. 

Of course, their little ruse was over. Just as soon as Sendak’s fleet thought he was dead, they discovered he was very much alive. But alas, not everything could go perfect. That was just unrealistic. 

But he did send a very clear message. Lotor had mobile forces and allies, and he was not above underhanded tricks to get what he wanted. If Sendak wanted send something as honorless as an assassin, then Lotor would gladly stoop to that level. It was war. One he intended to win.

The com flashed black and Lotor stood, rolling his shoulders. He exited the bridge with a flourish, padding down to the med bay. His latest recruit had come back. Bruised and bloody sure, but alive. His brother, too. 

Or he had heard. 

     He didn’t know why he kept doing this. Whatever familiar comfort he was seeking in the old, ruined temples was inevitably crumbled like many a ceiling, lost to dust and rot and age. These messy, uninhabited tunnels were strangers to him. It was like meeting the corpse of someone once loved.

He did not count the draugr as inhabitants. They were dangerous furniture at best, and went up in flames almost too easily; he paid them little mind as he descended into the temple’s depths, but when he hit a certain level, he noted with interest the towering horns worn by almost every single undead. They had all been people of rank, once, which meant something down here was worth protecting.

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Orophin didn't tell anyone he was coming back, he just kinda showed up at 3AM-ish one night. He peeked in on Haldir and Vincent first; he'd given his approval for that, and was glad he'd done so. Haldir looked peaceful. Vincent seemed like a good guy. That were both asleep, so he moved on.

Rúmil was also asleep, curled up tight with Seth. And Orophin had no idea who Seth was or why this horned devil was holding onto his baby brother-- the brother that he'd raised on his own after their parents had died. This was not ok.

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Spanking:

NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS

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WHEEZE omg thank you so much you have no idea how much this means to me O///O

I’m so glad that people like my take on him because it’s little bit of a stretch…idk i just thought about him a lot after season six and couldn’t get him out of my head

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for that skyrim crossover I owed you for a thousand and one years. This is hela long and not as good an intro as I had hoped to write but love me anyway.

grey!warden verse Alistair.

As a grey warden he had seen many sights that most would deem peculiar but a young man engulfed in the flames of a dead dragon and seemingly absorbing the aforementioned flames was certainly...up there on the list.

It begun as ordinary a day as one cold have considering the sky had opened up and spat demons and all kinds of weird creatures from the Fade. One blink of an eye he had jumped out the way from a bolt of fire,next he had seemingly passed through the rift itself onto the middle of a small town fending off against a dragon and a young man shouting some strange language at the dragon. A flash of green light erupted in the Thedas sky,an unceremonious landing on a tavern roof and the scene unfolded. Before Alistair could make his way down from the roof to offer aid in battling the dragon the beast laid defeated and a small crowd had gathered around the hero .

“Is no one going to offer that young man a drink?” he asked as the small crowd was just staring disturbed at the kid that killed the dragon and whispering about Shouts. “No? Happens a lot a gather? Dragon swooping from the sky? Must be Tuesday. ” he mused as he walked closer to the young man although not too close.

“Hello. Strange question.Also, it’s been a weird day,any chance you have a map on you to Redcliffe? I seem to have gotten myself los... Maker’s breath what are you doing...” Alistair just about managed to blurt out as flames engulfed the younger man and raised his shield for fire that would never come. As he peaked up from his shield and now the dragon had vanished into just a skeleton this day somehow managed to get stranger.