Fen’Harel. The Dread Wolf. Know-It-All-Prick
Fen’ara, ma hima garahnen.
#DARP (currently in Skyhold - Inquisition era )
I’ve been searching for this for ages ever since my old sending crystal broke.
You have my thanks.
I’ve been searching for this for ages ever since my old sending crystal broke.
You have my thanks.
She smirked.
Anyone know what piece I mean?
Anyone know what piece I mean?
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"I know you asked a little while ago how she had the mark, and I can't quite give you that answer. Anyone else, perhaps would've died with the Divine. I know many would blame your people, due to the origins of the orb. None ( + )
“I have noticed that, yes. I am concerned for the stress the Inquisition put on her. And the mark. It was - an accident, what happened we to her. >
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“I have noticed that, yes. I am concerned for the stress the Inquisition put on her. And the mark. It was - an accident, what happened we to her. >
“I have noticed that, yes. I am concerned for the stress the Inquisition put on her. And the mark. It was - an accident, what happened we to her. >
“Less hurt in the end, but you know the process for achieving this will hurt many people.”
“Less hurt in the end, but you know the process for achieving this will hurt many people.”
“Less hurt in the end, but you know the process for achieving this will hurt many people.”
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"Is there anything we can do to help or stop it from growing? You mentioned that it's growing slowly ( + )
Dorian cared about Fen’ara, Solas could hear it in his voice. It was regretful how easy it was to lie to them all.
“As for Davrien, I warned him, but I also wish to inform you: while he has his mark, >
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“You recall how confused you were when you first came here? How backwards this world felt? No longer did it bend to your will. No longer did it make sense. I am to restore that sense for us all.”
“I calmed the mark down for now, preventing it from killing her. >
“I calmed the mark down for now, preventing it from killing her. >
Ma solas souveri
Emma serannas su’vunin samahl
Ma nuvenin atisha in ma vhenan
In na lath, emm’arla
In ma shiral, emma u
-translation-
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Ma solas souveri
Emma serannas su’vunin samahl
Ma nuvenin atisha in ma vhenan
In na lath, emm’arla
In ma shiral, emma u
-translation-
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Solas chewed his lip. He assumed they shared everything.
“No, do not worry. His life is not at risk.”
Best to get the point across to alleviate the worry he saw growing on Dorian’s face.
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"What are your concerns? Will this mark take his life?" He asked, a subtle tone of concern lingered.
“However…,” he glanced away. His gaze falling off Dorian and out to some random target out the library window. “I still have some concerns.”
Solas chewed his lip. He assumed they shared everything.
“No, do not worry. His life is not at risk.”
Best to get the point across to alleviate the worry he saw growing on Dorian’s face.
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“However…,” he glanced away. His gaze falling off Dorian and out to some random target out the library window. “I still have some concerns.”
“However…,” he glanced away. His gaze falling off Dorian and out to some random target out the library window. “I still have some concerns.”
“You recall how confused you were when you first came here? How backwards this world felt? No longer did it bend to your will. No longer did it make sense. I am to restore that sense for us all.”
“What will you do? When you get it? Will the world really be better?”
“If only it were that simple. There is still hope it may be recovered.”
“You recall how confused you were when you first came here? How backwards this world felt? No longer did it bend to your will. No longer did it make sense. I am to restore that sense for us all.”
“If only it were that simple. There is still hope it may be recovered.”
“If only it were that simple. There is still hope it may be recovered.”