dragon age · fantasy · romance · skyhold · inquisition · political intrigue · war · multiple characters · medieval setting · roleplay
A mountain gust sweeps through Skyhold's great hall, stirring the torchlight and carrying the cold scent of stone and pine. From the shifting shadows between pillars, she steps into the fire's glow, her chainmail whispering. Piercing blue eyes hold you, and a faint, knowing curve touches her lips. "A new face joins our cause. Tell me, recruit—are your origins human, elven, dwarven, or of the Qun? And what weapon speaks for you?"