Approval Seeker. Pt. 3It might have been a better idea to begin firing magic at the archer there and then, without letting him come to his senses and keeping at a safe distance from him. This is what a battle strategy guide would have suggested, for sure - but Lavellan does not give a half-chewed nug leg about battle strategy guides. He wants to see him up close - he wants to look into the face of the shem who had the audacity to wound him. He wants to watch the whites of his eyes roll out and fill the entire sockets, glistening like boiled eggs, as the Templar pays tenfold for the stinging pain he has caused.Approval Seeker. Pt. 3 by NorroenDyrd
Once again, Lavellan uses the Fade Step to dart forward, like a blurred, silvery-blue shadow, lighter than the vapour that gushes out in creamy, cloud-like puffs with each word when one starts a conversation on a winter day.
This mental comparison suddenly brights alive another string of patchwork memories, which emerge out of far-off corners of Lavellan's mind like age-old markings high
Warden of My HeartWhen we first met, the sun shone brightWarden of My Heart by NorroenDyrd
Upon the waters of the lake;
You taught young boys to stand and fight
With their homes and lives at stake.
The battle won and questions made,
I was about to depart,
But you called out and offered aid,
The lonely Warden of my heart.
Your back to mine, we vanquished foes,
And quelled the demons’ swelling tide;
In future dark that never was,
You stood, undaunted, by my side,
Although the red was fierce and strong
And from within tore you apart.
You gave your life to right that wrong,
The selfless Warden of my heart.
Back in the time that we had saved,
We walked through fire and through death,
And countless dangers staunchly braved,
Without pause for thought or breath.
And during each heroic deed,
No matter how very hard,
You were my shield in times of need,
The loyal Warden of my heart.
As days went by, our bond was sealed,
Though we knew not the words to say.
Unsure, lest it be revealed,
You made attempts to back away.
But I stepped forth, on
Little Schemer (CassandraxM!Lavellan one-shot)'Ah, here we are!' Lavellan announces, looking very pleased with himself, as he stops in front of a row of ornate columns that marks the entrance to the shop.Little Schemer (CassandraxM!Lavellan one-shot) by NorroenDyrd
'Finally,' Cassandra grunts, flashing a dagger-like, disapproving glare first at the grinning young elf, then at each of her other two companions. 'I do not think I will ever muster enough willpower to travel with you three mages again'.
'Of course not,' says Dorian, resting his hands on his hips. 'You are so dazzled by my irresistible charm that from now on, you will only travel with me alone!'
'I think this is the point where we are supposed to leave the Seeker and the Inquisitor be,' Solas cuts in.
The Tevinter rolls up his eyes.
'No need to parade all that somberness around; the day will not stop being hot and sunny, no matter how hard you try to infect it. But yes, let us withdraw, like the good supporting cast that we are... Mind you, I hate being the supporting cast. Better go drown my sorrows - I think there is this charm
The TeaserAt long last, the dread dragon is overpowered by the joint torrent of sizzling lightning bolts and relentless, stinging arrows, which has been unleashed by the Dovahkiin, a tall, slender High Elven woman with blonde pigtails and wide deep-green eyes, and by her companion, a stern-faced, dark-haired Nord woman in steel armour. The enormous webbed wings can no longer support the beast's weight, and it thrashes heavily against the ground, tearing a deep gully in the hard, ice-crusted soil. The High Elf tiptoes cautiously up to the beast's snout, with a new lightning charge flaring up in her cupped hand; spotting her out of the corner of its dimmed, bloodshot eye, the creature lifts its head wearily and snaps its jaws. Even though the dragon is rapidly losing the last remainder of its strength, the bite of its massive curving teeth would have proved fatal to the elf, or at the very least would have left her body severely mangled - if it were not for the third member of the adventuring partThe Teaser by NorroenDyrd
Approval Seeker. Pt. 2.The Fade Step spell places Lavellan right into the middle of a slightly elevated stone platform, framed by the crumbling arches that the spirit boy was pointing at. Most of these arches are beginning to sink into the springy, thick carpet of vegetation, with only some parts of their boldly chiselled structure peeking out from beneath a tangled net of twisting tendrils - this makes the arches resemble bare white carcasses of some bizarre, green-wooled animals, with white bones completely stripped of flesh in certain places.Approval Seeker. Pt. 2. by NorroenDyrd
But now is really not the best time to contemplate the scenery - for the battle-hungry elf soon finds himself facing a tall, burly human in a full-face Templar helmet and a battered cuirass, with the tell-tale flaming sword symbol barely visible through a layer of rust and grime, perfectly in tune with Cole's jumbled description. The rest of the man's armour consists of mismatched tidbits, some metal, some leather, and some stitched from fraying, checkered cloth, Ser