I’ve been reworking my little lady into a Warden Warrior Mage. She has an enchanted fire sword and shield and specialises in ice and lighting magic. I’m thinking she’ll be a Knight Enchanter. Warrior/Mage Warden Tomas Reidak has been re-written and I love her.
That woman, she’s f*cking fire
She’s a lioness; a beast; a snarling panther
She’s redefining it all
Cracking open confining molds
Creating herself piece by beautiful piece
She’s a constantly changing masterpiece
That woman, she’s fire
She’s born to burn
And make her mark on the world
And kick some a**
And not be quiet
At all.
by Sarah Harvey
She’s now a Rogue Dual Dagger Mage. Yes she’s a Dwarf. No I don’t give a flying frak about canon stuff in Dragon Age Inquistion. I’ll come up with some sort of justification, I’ll just need to mull it over for a bit.
Wait until you see her in the armour ❤
Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall | Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight| Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner | Dirty peeling wallpaper | Deep dark waters| A bloody hand print on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out | a scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along train tracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood
My new Grey Warden / Ferelden Griffon (sans armour for now).
Meet : Brynhild Hillbrew
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