15925 réponses à ce sujet

[Red of Rivia]

Horns can be interesting... but they snag on your sweaters. Just a minute... aren't those Qun followers the ENEMY?! 

He bend the knee for a redhead, sadly.

[Serelir]

He bend the knee for a redhead, sadly.

Nothing sad about that! It's an occasion for joy to go down *coughcough* bend down *no* get on your knees for a redhead.

[raging_monkey]

He's a unique case and like caius monkai keeps odd friends

[Serelir]

Who are you calling odd? 

[Red of Rivia]

Nothing sad about that! It's an occasion for joy to go down *coughcough* bend down *no* get on your knees for a redhead.

Haha. Don't say that, he will do.

[Serelir]

Haha. Don't say that, he will do.

Elowyn might have to steal Red from Monkai.

[Red of Rivia]

Elowyn might have to steal Red from Monkai.

And for the Qunaris. Haha

[raging_monkey]

Elowyn might have to steal Red from Monkai.

he's a free man nothing to steal

[Serelir]

And for the Qunaris. Haha

The Qun is too sexy. A redheaded elf just can't compete with a bunch of aphorisms.

[raging_monkey]

I wanna romance a qunari again seems like da4 will be the best spot

[Red of Rivia]

he's a free man nothing to steal

Good point, Arishok must be mad.

 

The Qun is too sexy. A redheaded elf just can't compete with a bunch of aphorisms.

if was last year I'd tell you to convert to the Qun. 

[raging_monkey]

Hehe time flows winds change

[Serelir]

if was last year I'd tell you to convert to the Qun. 

I like to be able to open my lips, tyvm. 

[Red of Rivia]

I like to be able to open my lips, tyvm. 

Same here.

*gives the Necklace of Kadan* Enjoy.

[raging_monkey]

Hehe

[Serelir]

Same here.

*gives the Necklace of Kadan* Enjoy.

*Takes the necklace and fadesteps away*  Catch me if you can!

[Red of Rivia]

*Takes the necklace and fadesteps away*  Catch me if you can!

Haha

I remember this:

 

[raging_monkey]

Nice

[Red of Rivia]

Nice

Iron Bull is freak.

[raging_monkey]

Kinky is the appropriate word lol

[Serelir]

Is it not Ketojan?

 

Ketojan: "What comfort has freedom brought you, mage? You would have more if you submitted to the Qun."

 

So sad.

[raging_monkey]

I have a odd view of qunari. From ideological stand point I oppose them but I comprehend and sympathize with them. They are so ridgid they stagnant but are adaptable when nessacary.

They are a extreme variant of Plato's republic. But their nature as people cause them to suffer from the same vices. Add to their "created" race origins I find them even more fascinating

[Serelir]

I find them fascinating, too! It's fun when one of the Oxmen boasts about bringing Tevinter down. There are many appealing things about the simplicity of the Qun and doing away with messy stuff like love marriages and parenting and career choice. But I couldn't live that way, and being a mage is simply antithetical to the Qun. Too much imagination!

[raging_monkey]

Literally lol. They are fascinating I'd love to talk with one without it leading to combat

[Serelir]

Domus Caracalla, Night

 

Spoiler

Elowyn had never seen Magistra Aurelie so angry. Her face was livid, her lips set in a straight line. “Where were you?” she demanded.

 

“I went to see Magister Caius,” Elowyn replied calmly.

 

“Don’t you know how dangerous that is? You can’t just waltz out of here whenever you like and chat up the other magisters!”

 

“Oh? Looks like I just did.”

 

“We’ll discuss this in the morning.” Aurelie turned away. Before this evening, Elowyn would have felt worried about her future, about what sort of punishment Magistra Aurelie had in store for her. It wasn’t simply Magister Caius’ bargain that had given her confidence. Testing her magical abilities in combat and learning there was a name for her talent felt liberating. Living in the Circle had enforced a dependent mindset – everything was controlled by the Chantry: what she ate, when she slept, what she was allowed to study, with whom she could speak. When she had been so suddenly freed and then transported to a foreign country, she hadn’t had the mental faculty to imagine directing the course of her own life. She had merely reacted to circumstances.

 

As she undressed and brushed her hair, she considered what it meant to be a somniara. She’d come across references to them, but had never made the connection with herself. Somniari were like mythological beings: they may have existed long ago, but they had become fables. She didn’t feel like a fable. In fact, she didn’t know the extent of her power. If Somniari could control the dreams of others, was it possible for her to enter someone’s head and influence them? She determined to find out.

 

The problem with entering the Fade was that, even though it corresponded to the physical world in some ways, it wasn’t predictable. Things in the Fade shifted and changed. One often had to guess what objects represented. It was similar to dreaming, but full of actual spirits that responded to a mage’s feelings and desires. One always had to be careful. A weak mage could easily let the spirits get out of control and affect the physical world.

 

Having walked the Fade as long as she could remember, Elowyn exerted control over it unconsciously. She would not have survived otherwise: she would have become an abomination and been killed. The trick would be to take conscious control and shape the Fade to suit her ends without Pride and Desire getting the upper hand. She decided to look for Aurelie’s dreams. She had no compunction about entering the mind of one who had deceived her.

 

Domus Caracalla was similar in the Fade, though there were extra rooms and doorways that didn’t exist in the physical version. The trick would be to find Aurelie and not get distracted by all the wonders the spirits created. Therefore, Elowyn would do her own creating. She began with a doorway – simple enough. Inside was a staircase – of course! – leading both up and down. Elowyn chose up. Aurelie would be at the top of the hierarchy.

 

She emerged into a sunlit meadow full of wildflowers. A young woman was playing with a toddler who was laughing and running away from her. “Mommy, chase me!” The woman ran after the child, pretending to be a dragon. The little boy turned and held up a stick in defiance. “I freeze you!” he shouted. The woman stopped mid-stride and pretended to be frozen. The child ran up and pushed her, and she tumbled over, then caught him and tickled him. “I’m going to eat you!” she said, pretending to bite him, and the boy screamed in happy terror.

 

Elowyn stood behind a tree, watching and remembering her own father, who had seemed such a giant when he hoisted her up on his shoulders. It was the best place in the world to ride on the back of a giant. Of course, he hadn’t been such a tall man, and she had realized this as she’d grown. Remembering how he had drunk himself to death, she felt sadness creeping in. The sky turned dark, and the wind blew up. ‘Watch it!’ she told herself. Something bad is about to happen – but was she creating it, or was Aurelie?

 

Then she saw them striding over the hill toward the lady and her son: Oxmen, their horns standing out against the blood-red sky. As she opened her mouth to call out a warning, a group of the men raised a gigantic weapon and fired it. The meadow exploded in a shower of dirt and flowers. Elowyn raised both hands and sent a gout of electricity at the Oxmen. She poured all her rage and fear into her spell. Their flesh burned off, revealing firey rage demons and icy Despair. The woman was wailing and clutching her shattered child.

 

Elowyn concentrated, willing herself to tune out the weeping mother. She brought forth a great whirl of wind. It swept up the fire demons, pulverizing them, then mowed down Despair. The tornado dissipated into a swirl of icy shards. The mother’s dress was covered in the boy’s blood. Elowyn felt her mana almost exhausted and reached out for the blood. Power flooded through her. She took it and shaped another doorway and a woman with dark blood-red hair. “Heal this child!” she demanded of the woman.

 

The mother tried to hide the child, but the red lady touched him and filled him with healing energy. Elowyn’s work was done. She raised her arms and flew into the night and back into her body and the waking world.