Post by Adara Carey on Sept 15, 2017 11:06:44 GMT -5
Perhaps sensing her distress—she wasn’t being particularly subtle—Carver crossed the room to help Adara with her wet dress. It was probably ruined, but she was determined to salvage it if she could. That wasn’t important right now though: Carver had finally called attention to how she avoided calling Liam and him anything of substance.
“But you are his ma.” Carver shrugged, helping to peel the gown from her shoulders. The air nipped at her bare skin. “We’re a family. You do all the stuff a ma does for him.”
Adara laughed a little bit, though her eyes were still teary. “I can thank Nell for a lot of that.” Nell took care of Liam when they could not, and the young woman had taught Adara how to care for a child by example.
“I want to be his mother. I just…” She chewed on her lip. “They always told me I would never have one. Even if I had one, it would be taken away from me as if I’d never had it at all.” Even if she had allowed Hayden’s child to grow inside her, she would never know what became of it. “They made me think I’m not worthy of it. That mages can't be mothers.”
Between them they freed Adara from the damp clutches of her dress, and Carver draped it over a chair. Adara shivered, too miserably and distracted to feel exposed. Carver drew her wet hair from her neck and kissed her right in the spot where her ear and jaw met, making her shiver and actually bringing a little smile to her face.
“What would you call me if you had my name?” Adara turned her head to blink up at him in confusion. His face was screwed up in thought, and Adara thought he couldn’t possibly mean to suggest what he was suggesting. They had talked about this, hadn’t they? Drunkenly dreaming about it and making promises Adara knew they could not keep. “Just use my name and go from there.”
“The only way I could have your name would be is if I was your wife,” she pointed out. “And… then I could call you my husband.” And it would feel right, but she didn’t say that part. “But that’s impossibly large to ask of you. A lot of people wouldn’t even recognize it. If that’s even what you mean.” She didn’t know what else he could mean, but she still didn’t want to presume, regardless.
Post by Adara Carey on Sept 11, 2017 10:52:36 GMT -5
Kahrin laughed, as raucously as ever. No ladylike giggling behind a gloved hand, or however Adara imagined a teyrna might need to behave. She looked almost bashful afterwards, as if somewhat shy about discussing the possibility of having a child with her new husband. Adara imagined it wouldn’t be very long: nobility considered that an important duty. Kahrin might have some trouble—Adara remembered what she had said about her old injury from her time in the City Guard—but Adara was certain that the newlyweds would be able to manage it eventually.
“There’s a Warden hold here in Gwaren, right?” Kahrin asked. “Maybe that’s not the direction of sucking up that needs to happen.”
Adara laughed, mostly at the mental image of Nathaniel sucking up to anybody at all for any reason.
“But you’re not a bargaining chip, no matter the olive branch that would be, and Grey Wardens have more important things to do than keep peekin’ at my nethers and tracking my cycles.”
“That’d be a nice break from our usual work,” Adara said. Kahrin had no idea how very true that was. Midwifery could be messy, but it would be so very much better than battling darkspawn underground or dealing with the foul stench of a broodmother. Focusing on bringing new life into the world would be very nice compared to the terror and mess of removing horrible things from it.
Kahrin leaned forward: “But if it came up, I wouldn’t turn away the chance for you to be here.”
Adara smiled. “I’m not sure where I’ll be going after this. We have business at the Circle, but after that…” She shrugged. “I have unfinished work at Soldier’s Peak that I should see to, but hopefully we won’t be stuck there for much longer. It would be nice to be closer to friends.” Instead of sequestered away in the mountains with an ancient blood mage for company. “Though I’m not sure if I would want to go back to Amaranthine…” she trailed away. There were so many memories there, bad ones as well as good ones and she wasn’t sure which ones hurt worse.
Post by Adara Carey on Sept 10, 2017 9:55:32 GMT -5
"I assure you there is still a great deal of time before I will ever be considered such," the girl said, still calm and practical as ever. "Your reputation precedes you, miss; Enchanter Regina spoke highly of you. I doubt a few odd lessons will place me in your competition."
Adara had been more or less joking: even strong and well-trained mages didn’t return from their Harrowings sometimes when the time came. She would worry about considering Cordelia a rival years from now, if such a time came about at all. She smiled. “I’m glad that Regina has some faith in me.” Especially now, after what most considered to be Adara’s breakdown. Perhaps Shanna had shared some of the truth with Regina.
Adara explained that healing magic was different in some ways than many spells. Healing magic required connecting with another person in a way that few schools of magic demanded. After all, you did not need to be connected to a person in order to hurl a fireball at their head.
“Most of the basic healing books in the library go into how the body functions. You’ll need to memorize those bits if you want to truly be any good. You can’t heal a bleeding gash if you aren’t sure where the blood vessels connect, for example.” Adara did not bother mentioning the ways in which a Fade spirit could aid in healing: one had to crawl before they could walk and all that.
There were no convenient injuries around for Adara to heal while Cordelia observed. She was sure that if they tracked down the children’s classes, they could find a scraped knee or two: even trapped inside a tower, children always managed to obtain bumps and bruises. The thought of being surrounded by chattering, excitable children at the moment, though, felt like too much.
"That would help, yes. Healing feels so different. If I pull on the Fade, it's hot. I do it without thinking and it's hard to do anything else. Restoration feels so cold and I don't know how you manage to maintain it. Can I see?"
“Do you mind if I use my magic on you?” Adara asked. “I won’t actually do anything. Just… a magical check-up, you could say. If you pay attention to what I do, you can feel the way I use my magic to sort of… see without seeing, if that makes sense at all.” Perhaps Shanna was right to think that this would help Adara: giving her something to do took her mind off her own pain.
Post by Adara Carey on Sept 10, 2017 9:16:24 GMT -5
Nathaniel looked down at her. “There is Denerim. There is Amaranthine.” Was he saying that he would be willing to reassign her? That was the most generous peace offering Nathaniel could extend to her.
“With Fiagai gone—“ Gone, gone tumbling over a cliff’s edge into the dark. “I need a second at Vigil’s Keep to see to warden matters when I travel. I can think of no one else he would approve of more to serve in his stead.”
Adara twitched a very small and bitter smile. She was not sure she shared that opinion. Had Fiagai forgiven her in the end? They had spoken so little since the night she had admitted her continuing indiscretions, when he had refused to take back the snowflake necklace and declared that things were finished between the. Maker, she wished she knew. Had he died still hating her for what she had done?
For a moment, Nathaniel’s actual suggestion had been lost in a stormy cloud of thoughts about Fiagai. Then Adara’s mind caught up: was Nathaniel really offering to place her in charge of Vigil’s Keep in his absence?
“Arling matters would still be seen to by Varel. The people of Ferelden are still not quite ready for a mage within the nobility."
Maker. Being second-in-command in Amaranthine was quite the promotion in comparison to being in charge at Soldier’s Peak, where there were only two other Wardens.
“I’m honored,” she said quietly. She truly was: she had never expected Nathaniel to trust her that much. Returning to Amaranthine would be difficult, though. There were many memories there, both good and bad. Even the good memories still stung. “I would like to finish my work at Soldier’s Peak first, if that’s possible. I know Avernus is on the edge of something, and I’ve been a thorn in his side long enough that I have to be close to getting something out of him. And there’s Liam… the Drydens have been happy to let us watch him, but we haven’t discussed taking him away permanently.”
“Is this a command, ser, or may I have time to think about it?” she asked.
Post by Adara Carey on Sept 10, 2017 8:53:39 GMT -5
If you're like me, you might get the itch to play around in games that have character creators and try to recreate some of your Warden's Vigil characters. (Or other OCs but let's keep it limited to WV.) I'd like to see some of your efforts!
Maeva has been the easiest for me to recreate in game CCs, so I have several of her:
From Fallout 4:
From Dragon Age: Origins which really doesn't COUNT since that's the game the character is an OC of, but a friend made me an awesome unique model and it deserves to be seen:
Post by Adara Carey on Sept 9, 2017 21:22:21 GMT -5
When they returned to the castle, it was time to divide and conquer. Carver set about having a proper bath sent to their room—Adara did not want to know what was in the harbor water that soaked them—and tending to the fire. He also saw to having dinner sent to their room, one that Adara insisted be hot. Afterwards, she bustled off to the infirmary to raid it, ignoring the resident healer almost entirely except to ask where certain items where kept.
She returned to their room laden with potions and packets of dried herbs for teas, to keep both of them from getting ill from the chilly water and whatever disgusting diseases they could catch from floundering around in it. “I gathered up everything I could think of. I even got some honey so the teas won’t be so bitter,” she said, dumping her pile onto the bed. She would worry about making tea later, after they eaten and warmed up.
For now, she picked up a potion and walked over to Carver, who was shirtless and slowly undressing. “Go ahead and drink this. It’s just elfroot.”
She turned back to her little pile of herbs and potions and began unnecessarily organizing them while she waited for the bath to be brought up, shivering in her wet clothes.
“You don’t know what to call people,” Carver said.
Adara froze with her hand on a vial of something that would taste truly nasty but keep their lungs clear of infection.
“Or, I mean, me and Liam. What are we to you?”
“You’re everything,” she said, her voice very quiet and her shivering growing harder. “I’d do anything, give anything, for you. And for Liam. We’ve made a family. I just…” she chewed on her lip and stepped away from her medical supplies. Adara began trying to peel off her soaked dress. “There aren’t any words that feel right. What do I say, that you’re my lover? My… Maker, I don’t know. Suitor? None of it sounds right when you’re more than that.”
Adara blinked rapidly but tried to focus on removing the stubborn Maker-damned dress that wanted to cling to her wetly. “And I don’t know what to call Liam, either. I’m his aunt by blood, but I mean, he calls me ‘ma’ and all. I just… I don’t think I’m worthy of being a mother to him. Bloody stupid damn dress,” she said, still blinking away tears.
Post by Adara Carey on Sept 9, 2017 9:20:08 GMT -5
“I got new trousers,” Carver declared proudly. Adara gave him a quick bemused glance as Leliana made a polite sound of interest before meeting Adara’s gaze with amusement dancing in her eyes. Carver was still behaving a bit strangely.
Adara was pleased to see Leliana again. At their previous meetings, the woman had always had a way of making Adara feel at peace, despite whatever pain she was going through.
“Uh… not that we’re, you know, trying to keep track,” Carver added quickly when Adara lightly commented that she never knew what Leliana was up to. Adara gave him another bemused look.
"I did not think either of you were, dear ones," Leliana giggled. Adara flushed a bit and looked down at Liam.
The little boy wrapped his arms around Carver’s leg and pointed up. “Da!”
"Yes," Leliana nodded. "I will not forget that this is your da, Liam. Nor that this is your mama. You have my word."
Liam stared at Leliana for a moment and then nodded, as if satisfied some question had been answered. Adara looked down abashedly.
“Do you travel through here a lot?” Carver asked. “Or you know, Soldier’s Peak?”
Leliana smiled. "I have had no reason to visit there in recent weeks. Though it would seem I cannot claim to have no reason from now on. Perhaps once you have returned from Gwaren, you may leave word for me here? I will do my best to make way towards the Peak if you would welcome my company."
“I’m not certain exactly when we’ll be returning,” Adara said, remembering Nathaniel’s intentions to travel to Kinloch Hold. “But we’ll leave word for you. It would be nice to get more visitors.” Not too many, of course: there was still a dangerous former—or so he claimed—blood mage living in one of the towers of Soldier’s Peak that the Grey Wardens would prefer few people knew about. Then again, Leliana traveled with the Hero of Ferelden. She likely knew about Avernus already.
“Where have you been since leaving Amaranthine?” Adara asked.
Post by Adara Carey on Sept 7, 2017 20:32:19 GMT -5
Adara knew nothing about Teyrn Ainsley, except that he couldn’t be so bad if he had chosen to marry Kahrin instead of some wealthy noblewoman with political ties, or however noblemen chose their brides. He had allowed someone like Adara to attend his wedding, likely at Kahrin’s request. Or maybe he didn’t even know that there was an elven mage among the attendees at all: he surely had so many details to keep in mind that a few could slip past him.
Kahrin smiled at her weak joke. “Of course you are.” She reached out and covered Adara’s hand. “Even if you weren’t a Grey Warden, you’re my friend.”
Adara smiled abashedly. Friends with a teyrna: who would have ever thought such a thing would be possible? When she was young and ambitious, she dreamed of being useful to someone like a teyrna, useful enough to gain a position outside the Circle Tower, but she never imagined she would have one as a friend. Or anyone who claimed her a friend, really.
“I know it isn’t the best way to lead off in his defense, but I know he at least finds healers useful, so I know he’s not opposed to mage presence. He’s offered to bring someone into residence if I conceive.”
Adara raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised but not very much so. That had been her original goal, had it not? She had wanted to become a healer in order to be useful to influential people beyond the Circle, so that perhaps she could hope to someday live outside of it.
“I don’t think he’s known very many in order to form an opinion. I won’t let it come between us. I have so few true friends, I won’t lose the ones I have. I'll speak with him. Soon.”
Adara’s mouth quirked up in half a smile. “You’ll have to let me know how things go. I would offer to be the one to stay with you, if you got pregnant. I’m not really free to promise that, though.” Where she went depended on where her superiors felt that she needed to be. “Perhaps your Teyrn should suck up to the Warden Commander.” She hoped that last bit would be understood as the tease that it was.
Post by Adara Carey on Sept 5, 2017 21:00:02 GMT -5
“I know,” Carver said, kissing the top of her head. “Might’ve let you, too. Seemed like you had it in hand.” Adara took a deep breath as he held her close, trying to push away her desire to storm after that sailor and take out all of her frightened ire on him.
“Tell you what,” he said, though after coughing up more seawater. “We can go chase him down, and I’ll hold him so you can get a real good punch in, or we can go back to the castle and get out of our wet shit.”
Adara sighed. Being responsible was bollocks. “We need to get you dry,” she said, as if she was not equally wet and had not been in the same water for nearly as long.
“C’mon,” he said, nudging her back in the direction of the teyrn’s castle.
She clung to him tightly as they walked along and tried not to dwell on that overblown sense of panic she had felt when he had fallen. Their lives were dangerous: almost everything they did was more dangerous than a taking a tumble into the harbor. Yet Adara could only picture him falling away from her again and again.
She pulled her soaking hair back into the ponytail in an attempt to appear less bedraggled. That only made her ears more obvious, and she felt her face turning red. It was silly to be embarrassed about something she could never change. This was not the first time she’d been called a rabbit, either, but she supposed her overflowing emotions had to go somewhere. “I read that they use rabbits for some fertility statues in Rivain, you know,” she said sulkily. “They’re not all bad.”
Post by Adara Carey on Sept 5, 2017 19:45:59 GMT -5
Carver made to take some of the herbs from her arms before realizing he didn’t know where she was going with them. Liam made a game attempt to fling himself out of Bethany’s arms, little hands grabbing for Adara. It was the kind of unbridled affection that made Adara flush a little. It also filled her with a tangle of confused feelings she didn’t know how to unravel: Liam was too young to understand his circumstances. He just had vague memories—or maybe had heard stories, who knew—that his mother was a blonde elf, and Adara was there to fill that role.
“You say five words a month but now you can tell a whole story,” Carver said, his voice grumpy but his face telling a different story. Liam giggled as Carver set down the spindleweed on the workbench. The little boy was certainly in a good mood today.
Adara asked what had happened to the younger elven Warden. She didn’t really know how Carver and Liam had gotten involved, but she imagined that part of the story would come out in time.
"Well, there were a thief what stole a purse 'an I darted after him halla-like. He were fast and scurried to them rooftops like a true sneaksome sort. I followed, he pushed me off, and… I kinda landed on me two feet. Really hard."
Bethany made a sympathetic noise. Carver shrugged: "Yeah, didn’t sound so great when it happened, either.”
Adara glanced at him. “And what were you doing there?”
Niamh shrugged. "Silly and dangerous, I know 'an Anders would shake his head too what if he were healin' me.” Adara felt that familiar pang at being reminded of his loss. "But Grey Wardens help folks, even iff'n that means some broken bones what hurt like shite. Yeah?"
“I suppose we do,” Adara said softly. Grey Wardens weren’t generally in the business of chasing down petty thieves, usually helping folks by keeping the darkspawn away no matter how high or distasteful the cost. She wasn’t going to dampen the young woman’s spirit, though.
“Da chase!” Liam repeated, wriggling for all he was worth and making it difficult for Bethany to hold him. He was awfully hyperactive today, as if he’d been spent the whole morning eating sugar.
“Well, I couldn’t let her run after him alone. What if there were others?” Carver put in.
“With the baby? Carver!” Bethany scolded. The twins glared at each other, and Adara raised her eyebrows in concern.
“Go fast, fast,” Liam said. He had apparently had a wonderful time during their street chase.
Adara pressed her lips together, not wanting to make a fuss when Liam was clearly alright and Carver was already getting defensive and well on the way to surly. “In the future, you should get the guard. That kind of thing is their job,” she said, her voice even and non-accusatory. She eyed Liam closely before looking to Carver: “Are you sure he’s alright?” she asked with a note of worry in her voice. He clearly felt fine, given the way he was wriggling and giggling and chattering.
For the moment, she had a patient with an immediate need. Adara approached Niamh and sat sideways on the edge of the cot. “I’m going to take a look at it. Do you mind if I use magic?” It was a question she had grown accustomed to asking out of habit: one never knew who would balk when her hands suddenly started to glow.
“Help?” Liam asked.
“Maybe you can help Bethany find an elfroot potion for me?” Adara said gently, turning her focus to Niamh’s leg.
Liam pointed at Bethany: “Beff,” he explained, in case Niamh was uncertain.
Adara needed to focus on her work, but she couldn't help a small smile. "Maker, he's chatty today."
Post by Adara Carey on Aug 29, 2017 22:35:20 GMT -5
Carver kept heaving up saltwater and coughing, and Adara’s brows knit together with concern. He pushed up to a crouch, with Adara still worriedly hovering around him. “Forgot to log it,” he grumped in response to her question about how much disgusting harbor water he had gotten into his lungs.
She ignored his tone, at least in part because he reached out for her as he said it. “I’m finding some potions for you, and you’re going to drink them,” she said firmly, because there was no arguing about the matter. She would make them herself if they weren’t already stocked in Gwaren Castle, and then she would make Carver drink them if she had to—to—well, she didn’t know, because she was too small to physically hold him down. But she would find a way if he insisted on being difficult.
Carver coughed and pulled her tighter to him. He wasn’t exactly warm, but being held against his side was still warmer than being fully exposed to the breeze on the docks. The sailor goaded her, and Adara bristled, only distracted from her growing pique with the man by Carver squeezing her tightly.
Carver was a terrible patient. “Nah. Look at me, soaked with sweat.”
“Smartass,” she murmured.
Carver slowly got to his feet, and the sailor looked surprised by the sheer size of him. “Thanks for your help,” Carver said.
The sailor shrugged. “Yeah, well, I don’t like seeing folks drowning in the harbor.” Some of Adara’s ire lessened, until he added: “It’s just sort of embarrassing.” She let go of Carver, because she was going to kick his arse, she really was, but Carver was still holding onto her. “Oh, you r-r-rotten—“ she began, not sure why her teeth chattered as she tried to speak.
“Lost my gloves,” Carver put in.
“Your breastplate, too,” Adara said unnecessarily, her focus entirely on Carver again. “It’s okay. We can replace them.” The Grey Wardens didn’t lack for resources.
“Guess we should go get warm.” He pulled her close again. “Back at the castle.”
“That’s right; we’ll go back to the castle,” Adara said, lifting her chin proudly as if she wasn’t the tiniest and least imposing of the trio. “The teyrn’s castle, that we’re staying in because we were invited.”
The sailor didn’t look particularly impressed and indeed looked as though this brief excitement in his day was finished. “Whatever you say, little rabbit,” he said with a shrug. “Glad you both aren’t drowned.”
Adara strongly debated letting go of Carver to charge at the insufferable sailor. “I hope the next elf you call a rabbit punches your teeth out,” she called at his retreating back. The sailor waved his hand without concern, and Adara fumed. “I want to punch him,” she said to Carver, knowing he would mean that she meant with a fist made of Fade stone rather than her own tiny fist.
Post by Adara Carey on Aug 27, 2017 20:29:54 GMT -5
Okay, so we've idly mentioned doing something with Avernus for ages now though I think we're all hesitant to suggest anything GAME-CHANGING (like curing the Taint or making Wardens fertile or something that veers so sharply from the canon we know up to this point).
My suggestion is that we introduce the Power of Blood abilities. This can be the fruit of Avernus's experiments that he's been trying to hide from Adara (mostly just because it entertains him to frustrate her). Any current Wardens would have the option to learn these abilities if they wanted to after the initial plot in which the guinea pigs get them.
Marius has agreed to be the rogue guinea pig, Carver's there as a warrior, and Adara's got the mage part down, but any of this can be adjusted if Cauthrien or Nathaniel or maybe a couple of other Wardens wanted to be involved (I imagine Cauthrien and Nathaniel may want to be present, at least, but that kind of depends on how the plot plays out? I am picturing that Adara would notify them before just going along with whatever Avernus suggests.)
QUICK REFRESHER ABOUT POWER OF BLOOD JACKED STRAIGHT FROM THE WIKI:
Power of Blood is a series of special abilities enabled by the Warden's Keep downloadable content for Dragon Age: Origins. There are two for each base class (warrior, rogue and mage). Due to their obvious use of blood, Power of Blood abilities could be considered a type of blood magic. Unlike general blood magic, however, these powers are not derived directly from demons. Avernus notes that the demons are the usual source of blood magic, therefore he developed the abilities in his quest to find something that the demons could not match, namely the darkspawn taint in the blood of Grey Wardens.
(So it's power that draws on the taint in their blood rather than the blood itself. Not really a distinction I imagine the templars would care about, which could further strain Warden/Chantry relations *IF* news of it went public.)
Mages have: Dark Sustenance (Self-inflicted wound lets the mage draw from the power of tainted blood, rapidly regenerating a significant amount of mana but taking a small hit to health), Bloody Grasp (The mage's own tainted blood becomes a weapon, sapping the caster's health slightly but inflicting spirit damage on the target. Darkspawn targets suffer additional damage.
Rogues have: Dark Passage (The power of tainted blood makes the rogue more nimble, able to move more quickly while using Stealth and more likely to dodge a physical attack), Tainted Blade (The rogue's blood gushes forth, coating the edges of weapons with a deadly taint. The character gains a bonus to damage determined by the cunning attribute, but suffers continuously depleting health in return)
Warriors have: Blood Thirst (The warriors own tainted blood spills in sacrifice, increasing movement speed, attack speed and critical hit-chance. For as long as this mode is active, however, the warrior suffers greater damage and continuously diminishing health), Blood Fury (Warrior sprays tainted blood in order to knock back nearby enemies, which they may resist by passing a physical resistance check. The gush of blood, however, results in a loss of personal health.)
SO WITH ALL THAT SAID:
This seems like the easiest way to do something with Avernus that is fairly weighty without possibly breaking canon.
I have no plans as to HOW this would initially play out, so ideas are welcome.
Post by Adara Carey on Aug 27, 2017 11:14:46 GMT -5
The girl regarded Adara calmly, with a kind of poise that she had definitely not learned in the Circle. Maybe before she came here, she’d been from some rich human family. Perhaps even nobility, but none of that mattered once the Circle became a part of you. Elven street orphans who had relied on thievery to survive intermingled with the children of noble families as equals: they were seen as equally dangerous to the outside world.
“Quite. I have no issues with the elements,” Cordelia said.
“Most of us seem to be good with at least one,” Adara said. Working with earth had always come naturally to her
“But when I've tried healing the most I can do is soften a bruise."
“That’s a start,” Adara said. “At least you didn’t make it any worse. The first time I tried to heal a bruise, it only got darker.”
The real question was, why did Cordelia want to learn? Healing—creation magic in general—was one of the more difficult schools to master. Cordelia thought for a moment. "I wish to be the best mage in the Tower," she said after a moment.
Adara raised her eyebrows, a bit surprised and more than a little amused to hear the truth put so bluntly. Learning healing was a real test of skill, a craft that look a finesse most never mastered.
"There's no point in being a mage who does some things well. I wish to learn because I wish to be exemplary. You can help with this, yes?"
“At least you’re honest,” Adara said. She sighed, drumming her fingers on the table. “I’m not particularly keen on training my own competition.” It was partly a joke: the human girl had a long road ahead of her before Adara needed to worry about being outshone by her. For one thing, there wasn’t too much point in getting worried—or attached—before the girl’s Harrowing.
She sighed. “I can try to help. I’m not a very good instructor, but I'll do what I can.” Adara brushed a hand through her hair, unsure where to begin. “It’s more than just learning a few spells. You have to understand how the body works: you can’t fix something if you don’t understand the ways in which it’s been broken. And you have to be aware of your own limitations: some mages are strong enough to heal wounds that would kill, while others can perhaps only hurry a bruise along the path to healing. I can show you, maybe? If you focus on feeling my energy and how it’s used, maybe you can get an idea of how it all works.”
Cyn: No posts this weekend, sorry! It's D&D crunch time and I've gotta write half a campaign by noon tomorrow or I'm so very screwed
Sept 9, 2017 20:49:59 GMT -5
JWhitey: Is anyone around?
Sept 10, 2017 1:11:36 GMT -5
Innes Cameron: Hello, JWhitey! If you need to speak to someone, PM one of the Staff directly (if you haven't already!) ;D
Sept 10, 2017 4:39:25 GMT -5
JWhiteyGames: Hello! And thanks! I did. I was just looking to see if anyone was on in general. After reading the guidelines and peeking a bit more though, I realized the box isn't used the same as before.
Sept 10, 2017 13:58:14 GMT -5
ann: *peeks head in* So, returning rp'er to the dragon age universe. I was wondering who of the staff one should poke about character concept? Just to run it by and get and oki.
Sept 17, 2017 11:35:05 GMT -5
Innes Cameron: Welcome to WV, ann! Feel free to PM any of us about a character concept and we'll get back to you shortly. If we need to consult with the other Staff about the idea first, we'll let you know ;D
Sept 17, 2017 14:01:09 GMT -5
Marius Whitby: If you're looking at a templar character, hit me up!
Sept 17, 2017 20:28:15 GMT -5
ann: I was originally but given the current state of timeline I went with a slightly different route^^ will keep it in mind, Marius!
Sept 18, 2017 12:00:52 GMT -5
Cyan: Wow I'm surprised this site is still active. Good job people.
Sept 19, 2017 20:49:59 GMT -5
Cyn: Don't thank us, thank Kahrin Quirke Ainsley, she's the one running around here putting out fires and fixing up hull breaches with duct tape.
Sept 19, 2017 21:52:11 GMT -5
Hanamene Thornecroft: New to the game! Just wanted to say hello whilst I build my char profile. Any updates to the game's world state I ought to know about? In addition to the OOC info threads, I mean - i.e. active/major story-lines to consider. PM me for the latter.
Sept 20, 2017 12:07:39 GMT -5
Leliana: Welcome to WV, Hanamene Thornecroft! If you check out the various links beneath 'Site Links' on the left hand side, that will give you all the information you need to know! If you have specific queries, however, please contact a member of staff.
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