She's stopped struggling. It was pointless to begin with. Her wrists and legs are bound by shackles that held her limply against a wall. And she's not the only one. She can hear Anders' shallow, shaky breath beside her. If she had the strength, she would look to check if he was fine-- but Maker, she was so weak. And to top it all off, she has the ( Read more... )

[The room is a simple thing, and not especially clean, but it'll do. Especially with the bed in the middle big enough for two, sheets only modestly stained. There's an oil lamp beside the bed on a table and Karl lights it ( Read more... )

*Fen is playing Diamondback at the pub. He's been there a while already although he hasn't exactLy been quaffing down alcohol. He's only had two or three glasses of the terrible wine...and it shows...as he wins his 10th hand of the evening*

*Yes....that expression is smugness*

She's gone. Maker's breath, she's gone. Anders stands over a pile of rubble-- what was left of the estate, what was left of her. He can't feel a thing. His breath shallow. His vision hazy. His will broken.

Was this how she felt when he left? This indescribable numbness? Anders is a weak man. Far too weak to continue on.

A follow up to this complete smut-fail in the latest meme ( Read more... )

The Chantry fills with the low and peaceful singing of the sisters. Some heads are bowed in prayer, other heads are wrapped in silence and thought, other heads are peacefully sleeping and dreaming.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Until the sound of a young boy screaming and shrieking at the top of his lungs tears through the serene scene, sending everyone running ( Read more... )

*Fenris wasn't very good at apologies. In fact, he believed he was downright dreadful at apologies. But after asking a few people for advice on how to do it, he memorised an apology in his head and bought a lovely bouquet of flowers and chocolates ( Read more... )

If there was one thing Anders was most proud of, it was managing to escape that bloody Circle seven times. Seven times, he'd managed to run away from it and other countless times, he'd managed to escape various obstacles: templars, Wardens, darkspawn, you name it. He considered it a talent, managing to escape them all. And now, he can't ( Read more... )

Hawke kicks at a small piece of stone. It's not a random rock, but a bit of wreckage, fallen from the roof of a building ( Read more... )

OOC: So, this is a direct follow-up to this thread. Since Nathaniel was the only one unimaginative (i.e. stupid) enough to kill Solona, he needs a little comfort. A lot of comfort, actually. Please, please, someone post a thread where we can all go kick some Templar / Warden ass!Nathaniel is sitting in the darkest corner of the Hanged Man, nursing ( Read more... )