Anders curses loudly as he knocks into the tall stack of books he’d been shelving, causing them to tumble over onto the ground ( Read more... )

Unknown to you, ‘They’ had followed you for weeks, learning your routines, and habits. ‘They’ had searched your home to find the information that was needed. When it could not be found, ‘She’ was sent to gain your trust, gain the information, to do whatever it took to get it. The white blond hair, the petite sun bronzed toned body, and ‘She’ knew ( Read more... )

Anders had been working on something. He wasn’t about to tell anyone just yet but it would revolutionize modern Thedas in a way no one could ever dream of. He was making a sex balm with a tie in of an aphrodisiac that would make anyone who wears it mad with lust until the person is fully sated… or passes out. It’s not like he was going to use it ( Read more... )

Of all places to go, Kirkwall was not the one Anders would have chosen, for the fact that it was positively crawling with templars, but there had been very few other places that he could manage to get to anymore, and putting an ocean between him and the templars at the Circle had felt like a really REALLY good idea just now.  He would have tried to ( Read more... )

Nathaniel examined himself closely in the mirror, making sure that he looked decent. After smoothing out a few wrinkles in his silk tunic, he was satisfied that all was well ( Read more... )

Dulsanaya received the note that a gift basket was needed for one she did not know, one she had not been introduced to, Aderyn Hawke. The little she did know indicated that that one was a mage, who like herself was broken. The stories that were told at the Hanged Man said that one had completed her story and it did not end happily. There was also a ( Read more... )

Alright, who thought it would be funny to take my last lyrium potion? I promise not to let Justice lecture you about how wrong stealing is if you just return it.

[ooc: new here, be gentle.]

[OOC:  My first post, go easy on me!]

Finally, he was off that blasted floating wreck.

Jowan had managed to procure passage on a ship leaving from Denerim with what remained of his coin.  It hadn't mattered that the ship was headed to Kirkwall, a place rumored to be particularly unforgiving towards mages.  What had mattered was that the templars ( Read more... )

Fenris was making his way out of Lowtown. He took a wrong turn somewhere and landed confused along the crowded streets. This is why he never left his mansion. This is why he should just leave Kirkwall altogether. But to be free-- such an odd and surprisingly unfulfilled feeling: to be free. He could find his purpose elsewhere if he pleased. But ( Read more... )

[ooc: Finally getting around to giving this guy an intro post. I have a strong preference for playing him as King, but if you'd like a thread with something else, I'm open to anything. Also if you'd rather do something else with him in Fereldan or another location other than Kirkwall, that's fine by me.]"Are you sure this is wise, Alistair?" Eamon ( Read more... )