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

vanya orlov | forces

[wearyallalone]

[elegiaque]

A fine leatherbound journal, small, cushioned lap-desk, pen and ink: to record the things you want to be sure of. Gigi. She assumes he'll understand why she thought of it. Delivered by a grim faced Guilfoyle bearing a sack of similar packages.

[dissolving]

Cheerfully swapped for the brandy is a small box, which no longer holds any tobacco, but still smells of it. Inside, there's a handsome quill made from a large, shed griffon feather. It may or may not belong to Pampelmousse, but it's at least near the right grey.

Beneath, and unremarked upon, is a card; not in Cedric's hand. It's written in Trade, addressed to Riftwatch at large, and dated earlier in the year. It expresses gratitude for their role in defending the city, and describes — in passing — being struck by the sight of a man on a griffon, continuing the fight armed with only a shield. He's fished it out of Diplomacy's archive.

(Sometimes a little recognition. As a treat.)

[aberratic]

on his desk, in elementary but beautifully-handwritten nevarran, a thank you note: Thank you for protecting us. Thank you for your patience. Thank you for your kindness. I like our lessons and I hope you do too. Payment is still coming.

a post-script in trade follows: I think I got that all right, but you must let me know if I made any mistakes at our next lesson!

[altusimperius]

A small, pretty bag of nuts, seeds, and dried fruit, accompanied by a tag that reads Benedict. Just in case.

[favoriteanalyst]

Vanya's much more difficult to gift for, in spite of being roommates now, given he left no gift-giving suggestions. Left on his bed: a smooth, polished stone of jade green (whether it is jade or not is a question left unanswered) with a divot worked into one side--a worry stone; a few blood oranges that should hopefully still be perfectly ready to eat; and a small dragon figure set on a base, able to fit in the palm of a hand, carved out of wood. No note.

[laruetheday]

Vanya gets some nice boot polish. The jar has a little card with a sketch of two people riding a chariot affixed to the lid. The chariot is actually pretty detailed and not a bad rendering. The people are basically stick figures.