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faderift2015-11-22 04:14 pm
highwaywarrior) wrote in faderift2015-11-22 04:14 pm
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A rogue, a thug, and a thief. Now fighting for the safety of all.
WHO: Dismas and you!
WHAT: Just hanging out by himself and reducing that stress.
WHEN: 11th of the Firstfall
WHERE: Courtyard, heading to the Herald's Rest
NOTES: Possible language, nothing to really note right now but will change if something happens.
The road back to Skyhold was long, tiring and he could still feel the sludge from the swamp in his boots. Of all of the places to be sent, it just had to be a cold, muddy swamp. Dark and foreboding and crawling with the undead, not somewhere that Dismas wanted to be.
Though the Inquisition's current base of operations, wasn't exactly all that homely either. The glares and obvious looks mistrust that he received would be obvious, he didn't really blame any of them either. Not when some of those people could have been people that he robbed on their way to Skyhold or elsewhere.
But really he couldn't care much about their opinions on him, a bandit now part of Inquisition forces. Really the only reason why he had stuck around was due to the promise of pay and not getting strung up by his captors turned employers. Every hand is needed right now, after all. And after experiencing the last, great catastrophe to face the lands of Thedas, Dismas figured that he rather liked the world as it is right now.
"Home sweet home." He grunted to the person next to him.
WHAT: Just hanging out by himself and reducing that stress.
WHEN: 11th of the Firstfall
WHERE: Courtyard, heading to the Herald's Rest
NOTES: Possible language, nothing to really note right now but will change if something happens.
The road back to Skyhold was long, tiring and he could still feel the sludge from the swamp in his boots. Of all of the places to be sent, it just had to be a cold, muddy swamp. Dark and foreboding and crawling with the undead, not somewhere that Dismas wanted to be.
Though the Inquisition's current base of operations, wasn't exactly all that homely either. The glares and obvious looks mistrust that he received would be obvious, he didn't really blame any of them either. Not when some of those people could have been people that he robbed on their way to Skyhold or elsewhere.
But really he couldn't care much about their opinions on him, a bandit now part of Inquisition forces. Really the only reason why he had stuck around was due to the promise of pay and not getting strung up by his captors turned employers. Every hand is needed right now, after all. And after experiencing the last, great catastrophe to face the lands of Thedas, Dismas figured that he rather liked the world as it is right now.
"Home sweet home." He grunted to the person next to him.
no subject
Or perhaps a hot bath.