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18 December 2010 @ 12:52 am
You know...I thought recruiting Zevran was the absolute peak of 'desperate times, desperate measures.'

Foolish, foolish girl.
Current Mood: crankyunamused. so very unamused.
Current Music: Cranky Cousland is cranky.
27 November 2010 @ 11:23 pm
[Stupid things happen when people drink. They suddenly decide that a) they're invincible, b) hitting on that one scary-looking bloke with an eye missing is a good idea, or c) drunken swordfights couldn't possibly end in anything but pure sodding excellence.
Which was probably the reason why Cousland didn't drink much to start with. Bad things happened when she did. Plus she started getting stupid ideas like clockwork. Not that getting stupid ideas wasn't far from the norm; more like said stupid ideas got exponentially more idiotic according to the amount of liquor consumed.

And after about two hours of solid drinking - nipped from Oghren's stash on the sly, no less - small wonder a rosy-cheeked Warden suddenly perked up, snapping her fingers in a classic eureka! pose. Can't you just feel the impending moronic statement?]

You know what would be fantastic right now? A spar!

[I'm sorry, Cousland. Your approval points will probably take the plunge with your I.Q. level any old time now.]
23 August 2010 @ 05:22 am
What? [Suddenly, Alistair finds himself in an unfamiliar room. Is this going to happen often?]

Maker, where am I?

Hello? Any...anybody there? Wynne? Leliana?

...Morrigan? [Turns around.] Did you do this?

This is just another dream, right? All right, Alistair. Don't panic. The sooner you spazz, the sooner you would toss around the sheets and out of your tent and straight to the fire...and everyone would laugh. Just stay calm.

(ooc: Regular italics are his thoughts. First time playing Alistair, so please go a little easy on me. I figure I should give him a practice run before...sending him off somewhere.)
16 July 2010 @ 02:50 am
[So there's a door with a sign that says:]

"Feeling burdened and/or overwhelmed? So stressed out that not even anAntivan massage would help?

Need a hug?

Enter the Sensi Mages and templars! Wardens Club

Speak your mind, discuss your problems, meet others with similar problems.

And hug!

All are welcomed!"

[J.D. had such a club in the Tower. Why not start one here, for all Wardens and companions alike~]

(ooc: It's an open post, feel free to thread with whoever you want. 8D~)
14 July 2010 @ 02:01 pm
The strangest part about everything, Asher felt, was the way in which people listened to him. It was understandably difficult for him to get mistaken for a servant now, with all the armour and weaponry he carried around, but being in the position of a leader...


He'd finished talking with Riordan about the Grey Wardens and meeting some of the Redcliffe Army, helping to organise them for the assault on Denerim. He'd never quite been able to stop worrying about those he'd left behind, though, as much as he had faith in them. Dealing with petty human lordlings was one thing, the Darkspawn Horde another.

Wandering through the halls of Redcliffe Castle now, he wondered what his companions were up to. Alistair was no doubt speaking with Arl Eamon, Morrigan off on her own, Leliana in the Chantry... but the rest of them?

Perhaps he'd come across them, tonight.
28 June 2010 @ 10:59 am
[Morrigan is sitting in one of the comfy chairs, her feet propped up on a footstool and Flemeth's Grimoire held up in front of her face. Every now and then, she chuckles darkly, probably causing the room to feel a few degrees colder and the hair to stand up on the back of the neck of whoever might be nearby. Does anyone dare interrupt her peace and quiet?]
24 June 2010 @ 01:42 am

His friend had been on his mind constantly. True, Jowan had lied to him about being a blood mage and it practically lead him to...all of the events he experienced up to now. Even so, Rhys -wants- to find it in his heart to forgive his friend- his only friend from the Tower. But he wants Jowan to know.

Was it a good idea to send him back to the Tower? Could he have possibly convince Arl Eamon to release him when he had the chance?

Maker, what if they made him Tranquil?

Rhys buries his face in his hands, letting out a long sigh before staring at the ground.]
17 June 2010 @ 09:25 pm
[You are in the party camp.

For whatever reason, you approach Oghren and he says:]

Ehehe...eheheheh! ...ASSCHABS!

(ooc: Voice testing...please go easy? -5 Oghren disapproves)
11 June 2010 @ 01:44 am
[An ally saved from shadows of the past, a traitor dead, a king and queen named, misinformation acted upon, chilling news, and a dark offer...

And there was no time to think.

Morrigan said it had to be tonight, before they marched for Denerim.

They only just arrived in Redcliffe in the afternoon.

Regina had hoped that maybe she could eat, sleep, and think before the Archdemon appeared, but there was no such luck. Instead, time was ticking, and an important decision had to be made.

...And so the young woman was pacing, half stalking the halls of Arl Eamon's estate. If she didn't convince Alistair... then a Gray Warden would die tomorrow. And if she did? Who knew what Morrigan planned? Even though she thought of Morrigan as a friend, Regina knew she never revealed more than she wanted to. And could she really ask Alistair to do such a thing?

She closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She just. had. to. think.]
11 June 2010 @ 12:53 pm
[ What's this? It's Anders! And he looks a little... puzzled. ]

I don't suppose anyone's seen Ser Pounce-a-lot around, have they? About so big- [ He holds out his hands, indicating the size of a smallish kitten. ] -White and grey, very quick on his feet.

It's just that I can't quite seem to find him, and though I know he knows well enough to stay away from those nasty, vicious Darkspawn, I can't help but be a little bit worried.

So. [ A rather troubled grin. ] Kitten. Yes? No? Somewhere around, maybe? If it's any help, he likes getting inside packs.