{[Independent Dragon Age: Origins RP blog. No set timeline.]}
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(I want to RP yet I don’t. :I )
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“I shit you not, it wasn’t even a week before the bastard was back again.” Varric finished with a laugh. “Alright, alright, I’ll see you guys next week, same time, same place. I’ve got a mug of ale calling my name.” He chuckled and headed to the bar, noticing someone following him a few minutes later. “I don’t do autographs, sorry.”
“Truly?” Kai arches a single eyebrow with a friendly smile as she removes her bloodied gloves from her hands and tucks them into her belt. “A wasted opportunity to be sure, though I do not know why I should ask for one. Are you someone of importance around these parts?”
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Oghren: Hey, look at me, I’m an elf, “Trees are pretty! Tra-la-la!”
My dad giggles at this almost as much as I do when I click on Oghren in the woods. I do that a lot and we both laugh every time.
Army of Justice - Two Steps From Hell
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A Perfect Circle - Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums
The allure of taking the demons’ offer is always tempting, no matter how strong of will the mage It’s not the first time they have come to offer Kai release, nor will it be the last that they come. But nor will she cave, just as she did not the first time and she will not the next.
But she wishes, oh how she wishes.
Kai sighs as she closes the door to her office behind her, resting her head against the door. It was good to finally be back in Amaranthine after so long, though she was far too tired to enjoy it just yet.
She shrugs out of her blood splattered cloak, leaving it where to drops on the floor. Kai smiles when she notices the steaming bowl of water and soft towel Varel had left out for her.
After she finishes a quick wipe-down she settles herself at her desk to get started on the stack of paper work that awaits her.
It’s sometime later that she hears footsteps approaching her door before there’s a knock. She raises an eyebrow; she hadn’t sent for anyone.
“Come in.”
Red - Intro (Canto III)
Through me the way to the city of dolent
Through me the way to eternal dole
Through me the way among people lost
Justice incited my sublime Creator;
Created me divine Omnipotence;
The highest Wisdom, and the primal Love;
Before me there were no created things,
Only eterne, and I eternal last,
All hope abandon, ye who enter in!
These people have not any hope of death
Sigrun adores smutty pulp fiction books.
She has tried her hand at writing them also. The are not half bad.
