May the Eternal Sun's light grace thy dawn!

Reignite the flame of hope.

A rekindling of the ancient is set to bring a new dawn. If only you'd live to see it.

When you look at the stars, do you see poetry or do you see futility?

Do we not all have fears? Is she alone in her struggle to face them with grace?

[traumatized and bandaging it with Quests]

Wren was, perhaps, the greatest gift she could have offered Faustine. A devout priest of a god-no-longer, and a stalwart ally that had healed from physical wounds and could perhaps help Faustine from wounds far less physical.

Will you be warm again?

As a matter of fact - how [would] one make camp using a [greathammer?]

If you don't believe, who will?

Your brilliance burned something new within me.

Damned? Never.

Starter for @thesunreversed.bsky.social. The two days after her brush with death and subsequent rescue dragged on for her. Rest, sessions with this group’s healer, more rest, fitful sleep. She had never managed to find a good night’s sleep when others were nearby, especially strangers. Though —

A heart of broken glass stands at the edge of the underworld, resplendent in the light that shimmers defiantly against the darkness.

Observing

It will never be as it once was. Not until the world remembers its Keeper.

Another day, another clouded sky. How dreary.

Hm. I will commune with the Sun on this matter.

What, pray, is an 'eye pod?'

O, Amauntor, the madness has a deep hold upon this one...

A likely affliction, I fear. It may well be a curse upon ye. [Heal check DC 15: 10]

Remove the bard from that box at ONCE.

They keep dozing off in the morning light, with sunlight filtering through the budding growth in the trees above.... yaaaawn.

||midflip btw

I didn't do anything! I think. Did you get too close to a cleanse?

🤨

this is so confusing, Maryden play Achilles Come Down

belting You Told The Drunks I Knew Blood Magic by the minstrel group Zoey Van Goey at the very top of her lungs

A decade since she's seen me and she's yammering about Prince Charming. No one suffers more than I do. I finally understand Mother.

Yuck

Mabari SUFFRAGE!

THANK you, Inquisitor!

I miss my wife.

I keep winning because the face cards are pretty.

Damn, you know how to play chess?

I've never met. But same, man.

"It's a lot more spirit-y around here than I remember it being."

I think mabari should vote.

She's not counting the crowd to figure that one out. But even exhausted and with hunger quickly catching up with her, she can't help a cocky grin. "Well, at least I haven't been forgotten. It's been a while since Kirkwall, though..."

Now there's two weirdos! Or more, it seems. "Well, how many of you are there?" She grouses quietly, but pushes herself to her feet and dusts off her dark, angular armor. They're all ruby? This... might not be Thedas after all. Still, she offers, "I'm Eddie - though most call me Hawke."

"Oh, I thought it was a 'step-on-me' sort of thing. Who'll know?"

Is that a statement or a request?

Who in the void. Or out of it, actually... "Ow. Damn it." She cracks an eye toward the voice.

Silence, then.... 𝗪𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗽. It seems fade tears are good for [something.] Dropping her on her ass in the middle of a crowd, namely.