SATINALIA IX: DA4 EVE

[rowancrowned]

HAPPY SATINALIA 


 

'Twas the night before DA4, and all through the house, we found ourselves wondering, is a nug analogous to a mouse?

 

The writers were fired, Cullen’s VA got weird, ten years have passed, and most of us are still here.

So as our computers overheat, none of them upgraded since Inquisition, we say thanks to the mods, still here of their own volition.

Here’s to a near decade of waiting, roleplaying, and friends, through tags and logs and only a few dropped threads.

May we all enjoy Veil Guard, a Thedas unfamiliar and unknown, though ‘Fade Rift’ has the cooler name, if I may say so.

how to play:

1. tag with a toplevel for your characters. (possibly include division + projects for ease of identifying coworkers!)
2. reply to other's tags with what your character got theirs for satinalia.
3. rake in those approval or disapproval points. we support both friend- and rival- mances.

 

 

 

Comments

[succise]

Left anonymously on his desk in a small, lidded box: a talon necklace.

[succise]

Left anonymously upon his desk: a simple box containing a fine cloak pin.

[succise]

Unexpectedly touching.

She'll go out now to quickly find him a gift—

[succise]

Oh, damn,

[succise]

Tucked into her pocket for later...

[succise]

... She does.

[succise]

Vega awakens the next morning feeling restful, at peace with the world.

This new mood lasts about five minutes.

[portalling]

abbyyyy :”) ♥

[laruetheday]

well the present was for the griffon, NOT for vega, but thanks i guess

[dissolving]

they're set up in the mediation office, and almost comically nice compared to like. the rest of the room. or the cheapass candles he jams in them.

[dissolving]

delighted, sticks the rosemary behind her ear at breakfast

[dissolving]

but it shows up hooked onto his belt most days

[dissolving]

cedric expresses some regret it's not as nice as vlast's gift — his carving just isn't there yet — but will a day or two after receipt of the candlesticks track vlast down to give him a small loop of beads and wood, onto which someone has carefully (if inexpertly) etched AURENE. so he can keep her close.

[extortionate]

[extortionate]

not sending him into anaphylactic shock? that's a real pal.

after he cashes it in lazar will hang out at viktor's desk for a while relating his opinions on the back catalogue, noting that either a particular carved ciriane varghest that was widely described upon its excavation a decade or so back is a fake, or the one he helped nick from a comte's estate was, because the whole haul got accidentally set on fire on the way out and -

etc

[extortionate]

this is maybe the only sfw thing on his wall now

[extortionate]

the next time vlast passes through lowtown, he'll happen to pass lazar, who in turn passes a very nice fur stole into his hands. happy satinalia mate, he got this just for you.

by theft, apparently, according to the furious merchant who will shortly accost vlast. lazar has already vanished.

[laruetheday]

she did 🥹

[altusimperius]

A fancy, well-made pillow resembling the one that Benedict impaled over Vlast's horn, but of better quality. It smells faintly of some kind of cologne.

[cozen]

From Byerly and Bastien, a small basket indurably woven from reeds, containing two fresh figs, a handful of walnuts, and a fresh cookie with bits of dried fruit depicting Satinalis.

Additionally, Benedict is given the name, address, and gentle push toward a small group of chill Tevinter ex-pats who like to sit around smoking weed and complaining about how annoying the South is. Not super political in any way — just normal Soporati without any major chips on their shoulders, who also aren’t super impressed by Benedict’s name or history and might give him a little shit without crossing the line into making him unwelcome.

(COWRITTEN BY HOPE)

[cozen]

From Byerly and Bastien, a small basket indurably woven from reeds, containing two fresh figs, a handful of walnuts, and a fresh cookie with bits of dried fruit depicting Satinalis.

Additionally, Barrow is given the name, address, and gentle push toward Advenia Allemand, an Orlesian widow whose husband died in the Exalted March two years ago, who's since run into a handful of home maintenance tasks that would be more easily done by someone taller and more muscled than she is. She's never known a mage or Templar in her life and has only a cursory interest in talking about any of that.

(COWRITTEN BY HOPE)

[cozen]

From Byerly and Bastien, a small basket indurably woven from reeds, containing two fresh figs, a handful of walnuts, and a fresh cookie with bits of dried fruit depicting Satinalis.

Additionally, Fifi is given the name, address, and gentle push toward Nola, a little girl orphaned and living with her aunt in Kirkwall's alienage, who wants to learn to dance and shows some promise for doing it well. Her Aunt Olina is actually her great-aunt, older and gruffly caring, and she'll feed and mother hen Fifi a little as well if she comes around.

(COWRITTEN BY HOPE)

[cozen]

From Byerly and Bastien, a small basket indurably woven from reeds, containing two fresh figs, a handful of walnuts, and a fresh cookie with bits of dried fruit depicting Satinalis.

Additionally, Abby is given the name, address, and gentle push toward Lefwin Aynesworth, a Fereldan living on the outskirts of Kirkwall ever since the Blight, who in his recent retirement has begun collecting mistreated dogs and finding them new homes. Or not finding them new homes. He's gotten in over his head with too many wary dogs and could use a hand from a person willing to hand-feed and talk or read to them, and/or from a clever mabari willing to ease them into not being afraid.

(COWRITTEN BY HOPE)

[cozen]

From Byerly and Bastien, a small basket indurably woven from reeds, containing two fresh figs, a handful of walnuts, and a fresh cookie with bits of dried fruit depicting Satinalis.

Additionally, Gwenaëlle is given the name, address, and gentle non-literal push toward Pavia Fleet, an elderly refugee from Starkhaven whose hands shake too badly for her to do her own mending. She used to ferry goods on the Minater River and has advice about navigation, avoiding dangers, what to do if you get stuck, etc., to impart to someone who might stitch over some holes in her clothes in the meantime. She wouldn't say no to some medical advice either.

(COWRITTEN BY HOPE)

[cozen]

From Byerly and Bastien, a small basket indurably woven from reeds, containing two fresh figs, a handful of walnuts, and a fresh cookie with bits of dried fruit depicting Satinalis.

Additionally, Cedric is given the name, address, and gentle non-literal push toward Eddeva Vernier, a very kind and nurturing music instructor in Val Royeaux who takes absolute delight in teaching total beginners. He's set for six lessons up front, meant to set him on the path to self-teaching; more will cost him.

(COWRITTEN BY HOPE)