The Free Marches
Part 4: The Artist
The elf, Shay, stood outside the tavern, pacing up and down, clutching the fire rune to his chest with trembling hands. "What in Maker's name is Lyle thinking?" he muttered to himself, his voice cracking with nervousness. "Asking me to... Is he trying to get us killed?! I mean, if he finds out..."
Right at that moment, the tavern doors opened and Roarke stepped out, to see a scrawny elf shuffling his feet. He waited for Shay to move, but when he did not seem to, he gruffly barked out, "Move, kid," with irritation.
The redhead gave a start, and whipped around, coming face to face with the dwarf. Seeing th
Lean muscle strained against the man's labor. He was chopping wood; the only sound was the thunk of the blade striking its mark. Steadily, each strike grew in its ferocity and soon the tall man had to stop and wipe his tanned brow on his forearm. He ran his fingers through his blond curly mane, scratching vigorously before lowering his hands. They were rough and calloused and he stared at them for a long time. So focused was he on those hands, that the young man did not hear the soft footsteps approaching him from behind.
"You seem troubled, dear one." The voice was soft and gentle and he instantly recognized it.
The man turned and smiled d
The Free Marches
Part 3: Taken
Roarke entered - or rather, reentered - the tavern, this time, making his way towards the furthest corner of the room, and sat himself down at the table. He untied the bottle of brandy that - thankfully and almost miraculously - survived the rough and tumble back in the alley, and uncorked it, taking a swig of it. He breathed a long, almost contented sigh, easing himself back into the chair, keeping to his solitude.
It wasn't long before EV walked into the tavern. She bee-lined for the counter and ordered her drink in a hurry- a strong dwarven ale. She took a seat there at the counter and watched the bartende
I've had to tell myself to be self-centered.
I have to force it.
I'm trying to train myself on being selfish.
Nothing exists beyond my own sphere of perception- that's what I've been repeating.
If I don't, I think about things that are beyond my control, things that upset me.
The old woman begging me to help her.
A young lady pinned under truck tires.
Bills that aren't affordable anymore.
Commodities that have become luxuries.
A job that isn't going anywhere,
and the life that's been stuck in place.
So I've been trying to tell myself there is nothing else.
What I see, what I touch, what I hear, anything else is beyond me.
It does
The Free Marches
Part 2: The Alley Brawl
The sun had not yet risen when EV sat up on her bedroll. She looked about her. The remains of the fire was naught but a few glowing cinders in a pile of grey ash surrounded by the sleeping forms of her employers. She rubbed the back of her neck; last night had been unlike her... calling the man who'd hired her a fool? What had made her so brash? She shook her head and pulled back her blanket. It didn't matter. She took her water skin and went to the edge of the camp, nodding at the unlucky fellow who had been stuck with her night-watch duty. EV crouched down, leaned forward, and then poured water ove
~In the Free Marches~
Part 1: The Caravan
The cool spring night was cold here on the free marshes, especially when compared to the mild nights of Fereldan. The caravan had stopped for the night in a small clearing between the grassy fields and the edge of the woods, the company huddled around the four fires they'd built up. Two of the five hired guards patrolled the perimeter of their make-shift camp, looking out across the fields as the rest of the group nibbled rolls of bread and murmured softly to one another.
A human sits quietly apart from the rest of the traveling troupe, eating an apple as she looks out across the open fields with o
I'm still alive, in case anyone ever wondered. I know I wonder about everyone I left behind here. If you want to get in touch, I'm TangoProxy on tumblr.
Didja ever have an epiphany in the middle of your day when you realise you probably screwed something up badly just by being dumb? Most of these regretable instances happen during role play sessions for me, things I wrote that I wish I'd done differently or not at all because it was terribly out of character. But one real life dumb thing I did recently might have damaged a very important friendship... I'm disappointed in myself, I thought I was smarter than that :C
Just got out of my sculpture class. We started our first project, a realistic self portrait- life sized bust made of clay. After thirty minutes working, the professor made everyone stop, cut off their bust's face, and start over... 8D except me~