I will help restore order to Thedas

Feeling her hands, he could tell something was amiss.  Her touch was cold to the tips of her fingers. The glossy look in her eyes made him worry more as she shivered in front of him .  He knew this was wrong.  

templarmaxus:

He shrugged as he moved over to her, closer.  “Not in the least.  If you happen to find missives from the Prince of Starkhaven to be interesting, then I should recommend you over to him.”  Max was hoping to make her smile more.  If only for a moment, it would reassure him as long as she kept happy.  

He watched as Cheddar lie comfortably at the foot of her bed.  A soft sigh escaping the templar’s lips.  “Please.  Tell me if there’s anything you’d want me to do.  I can’t help but feel you aren’t being completely honest with me, Lady Abeline.”  Although the sudden outburst came as a surprise, he couldn’t help but ask.  No healer would allow a mage to sit at home unchecked.  She’s hiding something, but what?

She grinned for a moment, before it faded a bit. “Well, if you really want to get me something so badly, I guess you could get me a glass of water.”

“Water?  I’ll get right on it.  You rest for now, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”  He smoothed her hair back and brushed some of strands behind her ear.   

There was an unsettling warmth rising within the templar and he wasn’t sure if he had also gotten ill, but it drove him mad.  Not to the extent that he’d do something horrible, but rather…it made him think of things he would have not done so before.  

“I…I should go and get it.”  A feeling of burning welled up as he cheeks flared pink.  Covering the lower half of his face, he got up and rushed out of the room.  Only a few moments later, he regretted his decision.  

Damn it!  

“Are you…seeing each other?”

He gasped dramatically, “Why…I would never!  By the maker, Lady Abeline, surely you know I’m a pure man.”

Placing a hand on the back of his neck, he gripped the area a tad as he loosened his jaw.  “If that were the case, I have no right to be here in his place.”  

“Yes. I believe that’s what being a Templar is about.”

He goes against his commanding officer - because he believes she is morally wrong. It goes against all his years of service following orders. When push comes to shove he refuses to be a pure ‘yes’ man and has the courage to say what he believes it right.

Ceylonese Sword

Dated: circa 1800

Place of Origin: Ceylon (Sri-Lanka)

Measurements: overall length: 31.5in (800mm); blade length: 25.5in (650mm)

The heavy bronze hilt is a rare mix of decoration and style found in two weapons from the same area: The Piah Kaetta daggers and the Kastane Swords from Ceylon. Nicely chased and chiselled, the hilt features a fire breathing ‘Makara’, a mythological Hindu creature.

The cross guard has extending quillions, very much like the Indian tulwar swords with some nice twisted rope decoration. The sword has a slender curved steel blade, with a hollow ground fuller, made for ‘Whites of London’, which is the oldest and most exclusive gentleman’s club in London, established in 1693 by an Italian immigrant named Francesco Bianco.

Feeling her hands, he could tell something was amiss.  Her touch was cold to the tips of her fingers. The glossy look in her eyes made him worry more as she shivered in front of him .  He knew this was wrong.  

templarmaxus:

He shrugged as he moved over to her, closer.  “Not in the least.  If you happen to find missives from the Prince of Starkhaven to be interesting, then I should recommend you over to him.”  Max was hoping to make her smile more.  If only for a moment, it would reassure him as long as she kept happy.  

He watched as Cheddar lie comfortably at the foot of her bed.  A soft sigh escaping the templar’s lips.  “Please.  Tell me if there’s anything you’d want me to do.  I can’t help but feel you aren’t being completely honest with me, Lady Abeline.”  Although the sudden outburst came as a surprise, he couldn’t help but ask.  No healer would allow a mage to sit at home unchecked.  She’s hiding something, but what?

She grinned for a moment, before it faded a bit. “Well, if you really want to get me something so badly, I guess you could get me a glass of water.”

“Water?  I’ll get right on it.  You rest for now, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”  He smoothed her hair back and brushed some of strands behind her ear.   

There was an unsettling warmth rising within the templar and he wasn’t sure if he had also gotten ill, but it drove him mad.  Not to the extent that he’d do something horrible, but rather…it made him think of things he would have not done so before.  

“I…I should go and get it.”  A feeling of burning welled up as he cheeks flared pink.  Covering the lower half of his face, he got up and rushed out of the room.  Only a few moments later, he regretted his decision.  

Damn it!  

“Are you…seeing each other?”

He gasped dramatically, “Why...I would never!  By the maker, Lady Abeline, surely you know I’m a pure man.”

“In that case, you can call me Nhilva,” She smiled at him a little awkwardly: “My clansmen usually call me just that. Honest to Creators, so many titles makes me feeling rather dizzy most of the time. Especially when only half of them are true.”

“Oh,” As the Templar introduced himself, she blinked some: “I think Leliana and Commander Cullen informed me about it a few days ago at the meeting. It was very nice of him, considering we sent people to help Kirkwall to …eh…….you probably know that by now. At any rate, it is a pleasure to meet you, Kaiser.”

She vaguely recalled Keeper Istimaethoriel’s wise words that human often addressed each other in the clan names. It was a common etiquette. Or so she remembered. She really should asked Cassandra or other human about this sooner.

 @templarmaxus​

“Clansmen?  Ah, you’re not a city elf.”  He noticed the markings on her face a bit more clearly as he became aware of her clan’s name: Lavellan.  Back at his homeland, in the Free Marches, there were still plenty of elves that populated the streets.  Many of them were used as slaves or relied on their magic as apostates since the fall of the Circles.  However, in terms of the Dalish, they would pop into town during the mornings and wander out by the evenings.  They are a nomadic people.

“Er…Max would be fine.”  He chuckled as he shook his head.  “If formalities are to be dropped on your end, I’d appreciate the same for me as well.  Lady Leliana and your commander have informed you well then.  I didn’t expect word to travel so quickly.  Your spymaster must have a large network.”

“Then I shall called you Max,” She nodded with a smile, her ears flicked again involuntarily. A habit her Keeper had pointed out when she was nervous: “I was told, by another very reliable source,  that Leliana is the true spy master. Her network is pretty extensive. The Divine trusted her for a good reason.” 

A shout and a grunt came from inside the ring, momentarily distracted her. One of the Templar who was sparring was injured. Somehow the shield he was holding had taken blow from another one, hurting his forearm in the process. Almost at once, several bystanders, mages or not, leaped into action and stepped forward to help. Nhilva blinked as she stared at the small crowd before her for a good minute.

“I have a restorative on my belt.  Here.”  He unlatched it and placed it in Nhilva’s hand.

“I’d think that my skills in stealth would certainly be lacking.”  Moving his leg, he could hear the rustle of the metal armor.  “Yes...lacking.”  He squinted.  

“I-if you wouldn’t mind…” she muttered. “We haven’t been here long. H-Haven was… better.” But Haven was also buried under meters of snow. She twisted her hands in front of her slowly. “I-I’ll show you to the armory.”

“Dear Inquisitor...You’ve really outdone yourselves here.”  Still looking around in wonderment, he unsheathed one of swords nearby.   “Your armory is quite extensive.  By chance, did you happen to create any of these pieces yourself?”

templarmaxus:

themockingwyvern:

templarmaxus:

Max had never seen a dragon quite like Ser Whildaer.  In fact, his wings were considered a novelty to most blacksmiths and armor dealers.  He was glad that at least this dragon had not been hunted to make more of that armor.

Noticing the slight distress on his face, he interrupted the silence.  “My apologies, I just happen to know that most Qunari aren’t exactly friendly with non-affiliated Quns like the Tal-Vashoth.  They might see you as a deserter.  Last thing I’d want is to have another battle with them.  They’re not a friendly bunch.”

“In honesty my worries are more on other things over the Ben-Hassrath.” Whildear spoke.

He even gave a somewhat chide grin to his own thoughts. Oh the times that he had been pursued. And of course not in the most pleseant way that most men would have desired. “The Qun and their agents are predictable. I can get past them.” the drake spoke. He turned a little bit, angled his back to where Max could see the torn holes in the vest for his wings. Though as it would be obvious, the left wing was missing, leaving little more than a part of the shoulder and damage that seemed like it could never heal. “There is a reason I am the last of my kind.” he spoke, likely indeed confirming the thoughts Max had, though he was unaware of them.

Whildear was a sizable creature.  Off the top of his head, Max couldn’t think of anyone or anything that could even be a threat to him.  

“What exactly do you have to fear?”  He asked.  It was a bit much to ask, but he was sure not even darkspawn could slay him.

Seeing all the wear and tear on his wings, the dactylopatagium brevis seemed to be in bad shape, then the small cuts - he thought it strange that he was still standing.  “…And what exactly might that reason be?”

The large scar remaining on his left side coupled with a little bit left of the actual shoulder was completely immobile even when Whil flexed his back or left arm his right wing was in better shape, but flight was out the question.

“I fear people.” He spoke. “People did this to me.” The Drake clarified as he was barely able to stretch out his remaining wing. It would start to shake and tremble once halfway stretched out, a sign that it was underused and weak.

“People have done everything to me”

Mouth slightly agape, he wasn’t sure how to respond.  The evils of the world were far too many to be accounted for.  As a templar, he knew even good would sometimes just a mask.  That wasn’t him though.  It was not how his family taught him to be.  

“I’m...I’m sorry, friend.  Is there nothing we can do to fix it?”

Feeling her hands, he could tell something was amiss.  Her touch was cold to the tips of her fingers. The glossy look in her eyes made him worry more as she shivered in front of him .  He knew this was wrong.  

templarmaxus:

He shrugged as he moved over to her, closer.  “Not in the least.  If you happen to find missives from the Prince of Starkhaven to be interesting, then I should recommend you over to him.”  Max was hoping to make her smile more.  If only for a moment, it would reassure him as long as she kept happy.  

He watched as Cheddar lie comfortably at the foot of her bed.  A soft sigh escaping the templar’s lips.  “Please.  Tell me if there’s anything you’d want me to do.  I can’t help but feel you aren’t being completely honest with me, Lady Abeline.”  Although the sudden outburst came as a surprise, he couldn’t help but ask.  No healer would allow a mage to sit at home unchecked.  She’s hiding something, but what?

She grinned for a moment, before it faded a bit. “Well, if you really want to get me something so badly, I guess you could get me a glass of water.”

“Water?  I’ll get right on it.  You rest for now, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”  He smoothed her hair back and brushed some of strands behind her ear.   

There was an unsettling warmth rising within the templar and he wasn’t sure if he had also gotten ill, but it drove him mad.  Not to the extent that he’d do something horrible, but rather…it made him think of things he would have not done so before.  

“I…I should go and get it.”  A feeling of burning welled up as he cheeks flared pink.  Covering the lower half of his face, he got up and rushed out of the room.  Only a few moments later, he regretted his decision.  

Damn it!  

“Are you...seeing each other?”

“I just mean you have gotten stronger.  You still can hold no candle to me in a fight though.”

“Why would I hold a candle to you?  You would just light it on fire with your Dragon blood.  Be a waste of a candle.”

“Careful templar, you may just have your throat ripped out if you are not careful.” Venom seeping from her words, she narrowed her eyes on him. “Do not think I am going to play as your fool again. I helped you in Starkhaven without hindsight…it will not happen again.”

“Ah...Yes.  The - er...incident.  A word, Lady Van Markham? Prince Sebastian was very happy to receive your gifts.  So what if he thought you were trying to court him?  I’m sure you’ve been in much more dire situations.”

[Hello everyone!  Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day to all!

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