Satinalia, Part II: Fenix
Satinalia, Part II: Fenix
As the sky began to darken, the crowds in the streets grew thicker and thicker. By the time Alessar stepped outside, there was the faintest hint of light still in the western sky, and the throng had gotten positively intimidating.
He had grown up in the largest city in Ferelden, but Denerim paled in comparison to Antiva City. In his time here, he could see how this place had shaped Zevran, Crow training aside. A certain joie de vivre, to steal an Orlesian phrase, seemed to mark all who lived here. Even if life was difficult and times were hard, there was always something to celebrate and be thankful for, even if it was simply the fact th
Satinalia, Part I: Arrendajo
Satinalia, Part I: Arrendajo
The Plaza of Lions, the first evening of Satinalia. I will find you.
Alessar realized his hand was trembling slightly as he read and re-read the note. Taking a deep breath to collect himself, he let the parchment fall to the bed, where it landed on top of the small chest it had accompanied. It mattered little that the note was not in his grasp, however; he could close his eyes and see that single line of text, the hand so achingly familiar, burned into his eyelids.
Finally.
A messenger had intercepted him not long after he arrived in Antiva City. He had expected contact of some sort -- from the Crows if not from Zevran -- and had not been
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Tristran looked up hopefully as the door slowly opened, but the look on Tallis's face when she stepped into the sunlight was not encouraging.
"This is officially my worst night ever," the elf groaned, "but Lord Cyril's our ticket — he has the key."
"Wait, you know he has the key? What's the problem?" It was hard for Tristran to understand how someone who could take out half a murder of Antivan Crows could have so much trouble breaking into a house. It could be that her expertise is mostly in combat, he reasoned, but still...
"Maybe he just doesn't like elves...
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The next morning, the company greeted Alessar with varying levels of curiosity and concern. Leliana seemed to be the first to notice his new accessory; after she hugged him and held him at arms' length to give him a looking-over, her eyes lingered on the earring, and she smiled knowingly. To the elven Warden's inward relief, though, she said nothing, just squeezed his hands as she stepped back. The simple fact that at least one person was happy for them lifted Alessar's spirits, and he greeted the rest of his friends with a somewhat brighter countenance.
Talk over their hurried breakfast
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Tristran stared at the delicate locket in his hand, not truly seeing it as his thoughts spun in useless circles. It had been one of his mother's treasures, the Amell arms embossed on the face and a small, worn scrap of paper tucked inside, a line of poetry his father had written for her years and years ago. They'd found the locket in the maleficar's effects; it must not have fit his vision of his dead wife. At least he hadn't cast it away, never to be found again...
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If it had been up to Zevran, he would have sent Arl Eamon's messenger away with a few choice words, but Alessar resignedly agreed to see the arl within the hour for what was promised to be a "brief discussion".
"They need to know I'm still capable of... well, anything," The elven Warden said to him with a small smile. "I can't just stay here and hide until the civil war ends and the Blight goes away." He still looked exhausted, but in the past couple of hours the look of despair in his eyes had faded; Zevran only hoped that the improvement was not temporary.
Aside from a few minutes s
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Satinalia, Part II: Fenix
Satinalia, Part II: Fenix
As the sky began to darken, the crowds in the streets grew thicker and thicker. By the time Alessar stepped outside, there was the faintest hint of light still in the western sky, and the throng had gotten positively intimidating.
He had grown up in the largest city in Ferelden, but Denerim paled in comparison to Antiva City. In his time here, he could see how this place had shaped Zevran, Crow training aside. A certain joie de vivre, to steal an Orlesian phrase, seemed to mark all who lived here. Even if life was difficult and times were hard, there was always something to celebrate and be thankful for, even if it was simply the fact th
Satinalia, Part I: Arrendajo
Satinalia, Part I: Arrendajo
The Plaza of Lions, the first evening of Satinalia. I will find you.
Alessar realized his hand was trembling slightly as he read and re-read the note. Taking a deep breath to collect himself, he let the parchment fall to the bed, where it landed on top of the small chest it had accompanied. It mattered little that the note was not in his grasp, however; he could close his eyes and see that single line of text, the hand so achingly familiar, burned into his eyelids.
Finally.
A messenger had intercepted him not long after he arrived in Antiva City. He had expected contact of some sort -- from the Crows if not from Zevran -- and had not been
Sweet Something-or-Others
Sweet Something-or-Others
Sweet Something-or-Others
a Dragon Age 2: Mark of the Assassin fanfic
Tristran looked up hopefully as the door slowly opened, but the look on Tallis's face when she stepped into the sunlight was not encouraging.
"This is officially my worst night ever," the elf groaned, "but Lord Cyril's our ticket — he has the key."
"Wait, you know he has the key? What's the problem?" It was hard for Tristran to understand how someone who could take out half a murder of Antivan Crows could have so much trouble breaking into a house. It could be that her expertise is mostly in combat, he reasoned, but still...
"Maybe he just doesn't like elves...
An Unheralded Homecoming
An Unheralded Homecoming
Well-Woven Net, Knot 20: An Unheralded Homecoming
The next morning, the company greeted Alessar with varying levels of curiosity and concern. Leliana seemed to be the first to notice his new accessory; after she hugged him and held him at arms' length to give him a looking-over, her eyes lingered on the earring, and she smiled knowingly. To the elven Warden's inward relief, though, she said nothing, just squeezed his hands as she stepped back. The simple fact that at least one person was happy for them lifted Alessar's spirits, and he greeted the rest of his friends with a somewhat brighter countenance.
Talk over their hurried breakfast
Small Comfort
Small Comfort
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Tristran stared at the delicate locket in his hand, not truly seeing it as his thoughts spun in useless circles. It had been one of his mother's treasures, the Amell arms embossed on the face and a small, worn scrap of paper tucked inside, a line of poetry his father had written for her years and years ago. They'd found the locket in the maleficar's effects; it must not have fit his vision of his dead wife. At least he hadn't cast it away, never to be found again...
Could grief drive a person that mad — to the point of murdering and butchering innocent people? Or was the madnes
Duplicity, Part III
Duplicity, Part III
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Brighter than that trickle of sunlight were the magical auras of two angels, her own Kezayed and the powerful stranger who had called her away from her dream. Of course, she couldn't actually see them, but she could c
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Sometimes, when I'm under a lot of stress, my sense of creativity will bubble up when I have the least time or opportunity to deal with it, like it resents being forcibly bottled up. That's still kinda good, in a way, because it leads to new ideas.
Lately, though, I've been under a constant, medium level of stress which has made it difficult to get anything creative done. It's like I'm pressed hard enough to not have time for anything, but not hard enough to get new ideas, either. It kinda sucks. :|
Still, I've been trying to poke out a few bits of writing here and there, and one of them had a deadline attached to it, so here 'tis. ;P
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Dolls for sale~
Dolls for sale~
Assuming any doll folks are still reading this XD
Been kinda slackin' on doing it, but, I've finally put old!Joshu and old!Daniel up for sale on Den of Angels. Also have a few floating heads kicking around:
Luts Delf Yder NS with Luts faceup & 3 pairs of optional hands - $425 - see pics of him here.
Customhouse Ai Sram NS - $375 - faceup by Armeleia (https://www.deviantart.com/armeleia)! See pics of him here.
Blueblood Doll Waltz head with faceup, Normal Pink - $100
Elfdoll Wu head, NS (girl skin tone) - $110 - faceup by hiritai (https://www.deviantart.com/hiritai)! His skin tone is the NS girl skintone, and not the unique "Homme" color Elfdoll uses for the male dolls.
Luts Super Senior Delf Reg
Every day I'm shufflin'...
Every day I'm shufflin'...
(If I was really, I'd be in much better shape... XD)
Every time I upload photos, I'm like "HOLY SHIT it's been how long since I posted pics?" :o The time, it gets away from me. That, and I've been doing other things, like...
making soap from scratch! (And not in a Fight Club sort of way! Generally speaking!)
That, and all the time involved with supplies and planning and research, have kinda cut into my time in the past few months, so I've been keeping busy... just not with dolls or writing, unfortunately!
Pondering posting a new kiriban, but the last one took me so long to do, that wasn't cool. ^^;
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Hi, sweetie. Happy birthday. I hope you're alive and well, having a grand time 
Happy birthday! Have the happiest year ever full of love and joy, and lots and lots of presents! (hug)
Thanks a lot for the Llama !! 
Happy birthday!
You are such a special Friend,
Who deserves a special day,
For being who you are and
Bringing joy in every way.
You make us smile and laugh,
With everything you do,
So today we get to send a special
Birthday wish to you!
Happy birthday, Andi!
