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[LightningPoodle]

Slave markings millenia ago. Identity today.
 
Also, remind me to paint Vallaslin on your face when you die.

I will rise from the dirt to cut those ears of you, boy.

[Serza]

Yeah.

 

Like you'll ever get to me.

[LightningPoodle]

Yeah.
 
Like you'll ever get to me.

Carry on and test me. You'll regret doing so when you lay there, screaming as my blade slices deep.

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

Feck no. I wouldn't be caught dead with those slave markings  slave markings  slave markings  slave markings...

[Serza]

 

This lady understands.

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

It is too late to change my gif I'm afraid, oh well...

[Serza]

It is too late to change my gif I'm afraid, oh well...

 

Just post another.

[LightningPoodle]

 

Dismiss your history all you like. It does not change a thing.

 

It is too late to change my gif I'm afraid, oh well...

 

Never fear. It takes a lot to upset me. 

[Serza]

Her history...?

 

She is a Human. From the Ostwick circle.

[LightningPoodle]

Her history...?

 

She is a Human. From the Ostwick circle.

 

No no no no no. Do not change the subject.

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

Dismiss your history all you like. It does not change a thing.

 

Never fear. It takes a lot to upset me. 

I'm not dismissing history at all. That they were "slave markings" originally has nothing to do with their meaning for the Dalish in the present. They are not slave markings now, but a sign of identity and tradition related to their gods.

 

Oh, it was not for that, I just found one that represented my reaction better but too bad, opportunity missed.

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

The Dalish are still ignorant of their true meaning.

[Serza]

No no no no no. Do not change the subject.

 

You claimed it's her history! I'm not changing the subject!

 

I'm not dismissing history at all. That they were "slave markings" originally has nothing to do with their meaning for the Dalish in the present. They are not slave markings now, but a sign of identity and tradition related to their gods.

 

Oh, it was not for that, I just found one that represented my reaction better but too bad, opportunity missed.

 

I would mistake you for a Dalish if I never saw you...

[Serza]

The Dalish are still ignorant of their true meaning.

 

Most of them.

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

Most of them.

All but one: An Elven Inquisitor that romances Solas. She could possibly share that information with her clan.

[Serza]

All but one: An Elven Inquisitor that romances Solas. She could possibly share that information with her clan.

 

...are the two of us not Dalish?

 

( )

[LightningPoodle]

You claimed it's her history! I'm not changing the subject!

 

Stop changing the subject! *bites you in a fit of rage*

[Serza]

Stop changing the subject! *bites you in a fit of rage*

 

*dispells the Decoy*

 

*stabs Poodle in the stomach with a mix of rage and DEATH in his eyes*

 

Don't EVER do that again!

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

*Sigh* we already had a chat about stabbing the patrons...

[LightningPoodle]

*dispells the Decoy*

 

*stabs Poodle in the stomach with a mix of rage and DEATH in his eyes*

 

Don't EVER do that again!

 

*spurts blood but stands tall, pulling the blade out of his gut* You're gonna die for that, little rabbit. You're gonna fecking die. *brandishes your knife and starts off towards you*

[Serza]

*spurts blood but stands tall, pulling the blade out of his gut* You're gonna die for that, little rabbit. You're gonna fecking die. *brandishes your knife and starts off towards you*

 

*pins Poodle to the wall with an arrow*

 

WHAT DID I JUST SAY.

 

*Sigh* we already had a chat about stabbing the patrons...

 

*ignores in the flow of the fighting*

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

Oh well *grabs a couple of bottles from behind the bar* I'll be in my lair, let me know if someone needs some necromancy done.

[Serza]

*blood rage clears out the haze*

 

Well. That's... done.

[LightningPoodle]

*pins Poodle to the wall with an arrow*

 

WHAT DID I JUST SAY.

 

 

*ignores in the flow of the fighting*

 

RAAAARGH!!! *pulls away and snaps the arrow, leaving the head still sunk in my flesh and charges towards Serza, tackling him and sending both of us smashing through a window*

[ravenesse]

*drinks* I smell a lot of mini testosteron here.