*Fenris loved the baths in the mansion. Not only were they large and luxurious they also were easy to heat up, with fire crystals underneath that warmed the temperature of the water ( Read more... )

Leandra sits on a bench in the Hightown Public Gardens, enjoying the afternoon.

It'd be a nice spot for a chat, should anyone wish to speak to her.

Anders wakes up with a start, breathing heavily and terrified. What a nightmare! He winces, rubbing at a crick in his neck. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember his dream anymore. He then tries to rub the sleep off his eyes, trying to remember at least a few details of it ( Read more... )

Warning: Using a little foul language in this one, hope that's okay. Poor Ella couldn't help herself, though, lmao. And it's not entirely safe for work.Ella rolls around under the sheets, not wanting to wake up yet. She notices that her arms and legs feel a whole lot heavier than usual. She makes a mental note to go to bed earlier tonight. Then she ( Read more... )

*He had gone alone to see Varania ( Read more... )

It's rare sight to see Anders entering the Hanged Man in a non-flamboyant fashion. He grumbles as he waddles his way to the bar, wincing as he leans over the counter asking for a drink. A deep scowl is formed on his face, a product of the intense discomfort he'd been feeling for quite a few hours. He takes his drink with the bartender giving him a ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I last came here.

The dark. The grime. The noises.

The women. The men, as well.

A fight breaks out in the corner; the other bar-goers hardly notice.

A drunken man bumps past me, turns around, and vomits all over my boots.

Sigh

I push him to his table, and look around.

"Welcome back, Hawke" I muse to myself, "to the Hanged Man."

Ah, The Hanged Man. No better place to have a drink, get into a fight or shag whomever looks your way.

She'd missed it, the small battered bar that's never been polished ones, the rush covered floor, the splintery excuses for seats and the smell... Ok forget the smell but the sounds... Music, people talking arguing and in the distance some whore ( Read more... )

Kirkwall, Bianca had decided, was a strange city ( Read more... )

Kirkwall hadn't changed ( Read more... )