Maryden Halewell
@merrymaryden.bsky.social
Would you care for a song?
Then I shall sing.
Resident minstrel of the inquisition.
President of the Zither fanclub.
#darp
Then I shall sing.
Resident minstrel of the inquisition.
President of the Zither fanclub.
#darp
*Humming as she puts a section of a sign she ripped from the wall into a frame in her Val Royeaux inn room.*
“Worth the travel, surely so…”
*Grinning in satisfaction she kisses the picture of Zither*
“Worth the travel, surely so…”
*Grinning in satisfaction she kisses the picture of Zither*
December 14, 2025 at 11:49 PM
*Humming as she puts a section of a sign she ripped from the wall into a frame in her Val Royeaux inn room.*
“Worth the travel, surely so…”
*Grinning in satisfaction she kisses the picture of Zither*
“Worth the travel, surely so…”
*Grinning in satisfaction she kisses the picture of Zither*
“Me? Oh no, you are kind. That I could be even a shadow of her. She is a legend! Sung in tales, ending the blight…”
She considered him again. “You have…a noble way, hidden, but there. It must be a fine study you do…”
She considered him again. “You have…a noble way, hidden, but there. It must be a fine study you do…”
“Ah, The Game. You sound a bit like out Nightengale Spymaster. She knows great deal about The Game. I, being an apostate, mostly have followed what I have seen in the fade.”
“Why thee game! The grand game that paints our lifes. The have and have nots, the lies, the passion…” She sipped her drink. “Pardon. You talk to a silly girl. I even dress to look older.”
December 13, 2025 at 6:22 PM
“Me? Oh no, you are kind. That I could be even a shadow of her. She is a legend! Sung in tales, ending the blight…”
She considered him again. “You have…a noble way, hidden, but there. It must be a fine study you do…”
She considered him again. “You have…a noble way, hidden, but there. It must be a fine study you do…”
“Why thee game! The grand game that paints our lifes. The have and have nots, the lies, the passion…” She sipped her drink. “Pardon. You talk to a silly girl. I even dress to look older.”
“And what game is that, Miss?”
He saved the drink. It was just sweet enough for flavor, but not overbearing at all just has he liked it.
He saved the drink. It was just sweet enough for flavor, but not overbearing at all just has he liked it.
“It is nothing, Monsieur Solas.”
Looked down at her own glass.
“I am honored, you are a master. Of the game. It is easy to tell…”
Looked down at her own glass.
“I am honored, you are a master. Of the game. It is easy to tell…”
December 12, 2025 at 11:29 PM
“Why thee game! The grand game that paints our lifes. The have and have nots, the lies, the passion…” She sipped her drink. “Pardon. You talk to a silly girl. I even dress to look older.”
“It is nothing, Monsieur Solas.”
Looked down at her own glass.
“I am honored, you are a master. Of the game. It is easy to tell…”
Looked down at her own glass.
“I am honored, you are a master. Of the game. It is easy to tell…”
"Blackberry brandy?"
Sniffed it.
"This smells excellent. Thank you, Miss Halewell."
Sniffed it.
"This smells excellent. Thank you, Miss Halewell."
*blushes and silently pushes a shot of her blackberry brandy across the table*
December 12, 2025 at 11:15 PM
“It is nothing, Monsieur Solas.”
Looked down at her own glass.
“I am honored, you are a master. Of the game. It is easy to tell…”
Looked down at her own glass.
“I am honored, you are a master. Of the game. It is easy to tell…”
*blushes and silently pushes a shot of her blackberry brandy across the table*
“Daddy needs a drink!”
December 12, 2025 at 6:22 PM
*blushes and silently pushes a shot of her blackberry brandy across the table*
A tale of smoke and fire! A brand new doorstop.
December 11, 2025 at 10:26 PM
A tale of smoke and fire! A brand new doorstop.
“‘Fancy is as fancy does,’ my tatie says often. It seems very the truth.”
“She is fancier than she believes herself to be. It’s adorable.”
*Blinks away sleep*
“Everything she wears. So fancy and silk made…”
“Everything she wears. So fancy and silk made…”
December 11, 2025 at 6:48 PM
“‘Fancy is as fancy does,’ my tatie says often. It seems very the truth.”
*Blinks away sleep*
“Everything she wears. So fancy and silk made…”
“Everything she wears. So fancy and silk made…”
Giggles.
“It’s so cute she sleeps in a bonnet.”
“It’s so cute she sleeps in a bonnet.”
December 11, 2025 at 8:35 AM
*Blinks away sleep*
“Everything she wears. So fancy and silk made…”
“Everything she wears. So fancy and silk made…”
“I would not want disconnect. Music must be a link. People and my lyrics, all together…Truly, she does? I am so-I didn’t think she had noticed me?” She played a line of ‘I am the one’ and smiled slowly.
“‘To raise morale with haste’, the ad said in short.”
“‘To raise morale with haste’, the ad said in short.”
"Not everyone can be a killer. It requires a certain cold disconnect. I have heard high praises for your music from the Inquisitor herself."
“I play, a bit, quietly. Unnoticed, unremarkable me.”
She shrinks down a bit under the spymaster’s look but settles again with a chew of her lip.
“A slot…my family is not well to do. But I would lift them!”
She played a mellow refrain.
“I have never killed.”
She shrinks down a bit under the spymaster’s look but settles again with a chew of her lip.
“A slot…my family is not well to do. But I would lift them!”
She played a mellow refrain.
“I have never killed.”
December 11, 2025 at 4:04 AM
“I would not want disconnect. Music must be a link. People and my lyrics, all together…Truly, she does? I am so-I didn’t think she had noticed me?” She played a line of ‘I am the one’ and smiled slowly.
“‘To raise morale with haste’, the ad said in short.”
“‘To raise morale with haste’, the ad said in short.”
I double parked my cart!
*runs off in a panic*
*runs off in a panic*
I've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty.
December 11, 2025 at 3:19 AM
I double parked my cart!
*runs off in a panic*
*runs off in a panic*
“Mm-hm. Good sir, it is a catching tune. I would play it twice-” *puts a hand up toward him and down to strum* “-between now and noon.”
{You know Andraste's old mabari.
He doesn’t show up in the Chant.
And if you ask many holy sisters,
They'll say Andraste can't
Have had a great smelly wardog!}🎶
{You know Andraste's old mabari.
He doesn’t show up in the Chant.
And if you ask many holy sisters,
They'll say Andraste can't
Have had a great smelly wardog!}🎶
December 11, 2025 at 1:21 AM
“Mm-hm. Good sir, it is a catching tune. I would play it twice-” *puts a hand up toward him and down to strum* “-between now and noon.”
{You know Andraste's old mabari.
He doesn’t show up in the Chant.
And if you ask many holy sisters,
They'll say Andraste can't
Have had a great smelly wardog!}🎶
{You know Andraste's old mabari.
He doesn’t show up in the Chant.
And if you ask many holy sisters,
They'll say Andraste can't
Have had a great smelly wardog!}🎶
“I play, a bit, quietly. Unnoticed, unremarkable me.”
She shrinks down a bit under the spymaster’s look but settles again with a chew of her lip.
“A slot…my family is not well to do. But I would lift them!”
She played a mellow refrain.
“I have never killed.”
She shrinks down a bit under the spymaster’s look but settles again with a chew of her lip.
“A slot…my family is not well to do. But I would lift them!”
She played a mellow refrain.
“I have never killed.”
She studies her, eyeing her potential, perhaps?
"Désolée, it was not always that way. Many bards were only spies, the eyes and ears for those who line their pockets well. Of course, every society has assassins. There were slots to fill, and thus, the Game expanded."
"Désolée, it was not always that way. Many bards were only spies, the eyes and ears for those who line their pockets well. Of course, every society has assassins. There were slots to fill, and thus, the Game expanded."
“Bien sûr. You have the gift, truly. Sometimes I wish it was not tied to death.
To play within the fine halls of the nobles…just one chance.”
She stares off into the middle distance her eyes catching the candles
To play within the fine halls of the nobles…just one chance.”
She stares off into the middle distance her eyes catching the candles
December 10, 2025 at 10:19 AM
“I play, a bit, quietly. Unnoticed, unremarkable me.”
She shrinks down a bit under the spymaster’s look but settles again with a chew of her lip.
“A slot…my family is not well to do. But I would lift them!”
She played a mellow refrain.
“I have never killed.”
She shrinks down a bit under the spymaster’s look but settles again with a chew of her lip.
“A slot…my family is not well to do. But I would lift them!”
She played a mellow refrain.
“I have never killed.”
“Change your name? Why ever for? If I had such a name I’d say it more! And a warden besides.”
*She shares openly.* “You must be quite… popular.”
*taps her archlute*
“A few, it is not my land.”
*She shares openly.* “You must be quite… popular.”
*taps her archlute*
“A few, it is not my land.”
Ehh... I still need to change my name. Yes, I'm *that* Alistair.
As for feeling like history is happening around me? Yes, I get that feeling alot actually.. a little too often. *he shakes his head ruefully*
So you're a minstrel then? *he smiles* Do you know any Fereldan folk songs?
As for feeling like history is happening around me? Yes, I get that feeling alot actually.. a little too often. *he shakes his head ruefully*
So you're a minstrel then? *he smiles* Do you know any Fereldan folk songs?
December 10, 2025 at 10:07 AM
“Change your name? Why ever for? If I had such a name I’d say it more! And a warden besides.”
*She shares openly.* “You must be quite… popular.”
*taps her archlute*
“A few, it is not my land.”
*She shares openly.* “You must be quite… popular.”
*taps her archlute*
“A few, it is not my land.”
“Such a blouse! Almost as a queen would be!”
She gazes at a jar of honey mysteriously on the windowsill with new respect
She gazes at a jar of honey mysteriously on the windowsill with new respect
Laughs.
"Just like Josie, to think a bit of honey is an indulgent while she wears the finest spun golden silks I have seen outside of the Chantry!"
"Just like Josie, to think a bit of honey is an indulgent while she wears the finest spun golden silks I have seen outside of the Chantry!"
December 9, 2025 at 7:55 PM
“Such a blouse! Almost as a queen would be!”
She gazes at a jar of honey mysteriously on the windowsill with new respect
She gazes at a jar of honey mysteriously on the windowsill with new respect
Well, a bad job you’re doing at that.
-She consiters him with a long look-
Still, all the lights look pretty with your hair.
Do you often do things like this?
-She consiters him with a long look-
Still, all the lights look pretty with your hair.
Do you often do things like this?
*looks down*
I am making doors bright.
With lights.
Not trying to die.
T-thank you.
I am making doors bright.
With lights.
Not trying to die.
T-thank you.
December 8, 2025 at 11:27 PM
Well, a bad job you’re doing at that.
-She consiters him with a long look-
Still, all the lights look pretty with your hair.
Do you often do things like this?
-She consiters him with a long look-
Still, all the lights look pretty with your hair.
Do you often do things like this?
“Bien sûr. You have the gift, truly. Sometimes I wish it was not tied to death.
To play within the fine halls of the nobles…just one chance.”
She stares off into the middle distance her eyes catching the candles
To play within the fine halls of the nobles…just one chance.”
She stares off into the middle distance her eyes catching the candles
She smiles.
“We all begin somewhere, non? Yet I understand. The life of a bard is not easy, and not for everyone. Though I was a spy, my passion for music and song was quite genuine.”
“We all begin somewhere, non? Yet I understand. The life of a bard is not easy, and not for everyone. Though I was a spy, my passion for music and song was quite genuine.”
“I am a songwriter, hardly something so glamorous as any bard, my lady.
I have heard fine stories.”
Shows a dagger hidden at her ankle.
“The will, not the skill.”
I have heard fine stories.”
Shows a dagger hidden at her ankle.
“The will, not the skill.”
December 8, 2025 at 5:18 PM
“Bien sûr. You have the gift, truly. Sometimes I wish it was not tied to death.
To play within the fine halls of the nobles…just one chance.”
She stares off into the middle distance her eyes catching the candles
To play within the fine halls of the nobles…just one chance.”
She stares off into the middle distance her eyes catching the candles
“I am a songwriter, hardly something so glamorous as any bard, my lady.
I have heard fine stories.”
Shows a dagger hidden at her ankle.
“The will, not the skill.”
I have heard fine stories.”
Shows a dagger hidden at her ankle.
“The will, not the skill.”
Sits in the corner sipping a sweet wine of orange and lavender.
"How lovely, Maryden. Sometimes I still think of my old days as a bard."
"How lovely, Maryden. Sometimes I still think of my old days as a bard."
*Playing an instrumental folk song about a rooster and a cat trying to bring the sunrise*
December 7, 2025 at 11:50 PM
“I am a songwriter, hardly something so glamorous as any bard, my lady.
I have heard fine stories.”
Shows a dagger hidden at her ankle.
“The will, not the skill.”
I have heard fine stories.”
Shows a dagger hidden at her ankle.
“The will, not the skill.”
*Playing an instrumental folk song about a rooster and a cat trying to bring the sunrise*
December 7, 2025 at 5:54 PM
*Playing an instrumental folk song about a rooster and a cat trying to bring the sunrise*
Well… have you ever had a feeling, like history was happening around you?
Bright and exciting. I wanted
to be part of it,
and record it with my songs.
*She pauses in strumming her stings and looks at him with youthful enthusiasm.*
Wait… Alistair…thee Alistair..who would be king?!
Bright and exciting. I wanted
to be part of it,
and record it with my songs.
*She pauses in strumming her stings and looks at him with youthful enthusiasm.*
Wait… Alistair…thee Alistair..who would be king?!
*he smiles warmly*
Nice to meet you.. I'm Alistair. What brings you to the Inquisition?
Nice to meet you.. I'm Alistair. What brings you to the Inquisition?
Maryden Halewell, Mary to my friends, if I had many.
*takes his hand and courtesys behind her archlute*
*takes his hand and courtesys behind her archlute*
December 7, 2025 at 2:37 AM
Well… have you ever had a feeling, like history was happening around you?
Bright and exciting. I wanted
to be part of it,
and record it with my songs.
*She pauses in strumming her stings and looks at him with youthful enthusiasm.*
Wait… Alistair…thee Alistair..who would be king?!
Bright and exciting. I wanted
to be part of it,
and record it with my songs.
*She pauses in strumming her stings and looks at him with youthful enthusiasm.*
Wait… Alistair…thee Alistair..who would be king?!
I think the inquisition…
It will be a happy song
I have a good feeling
My feelings are seldom wrong
It will be a happy song
I have a good feeling
My feelings are seldom wrong
Oh, I understand. Don't feel badly. Sad songs always do better than happy ones.
That is me, off putting.
But I have to gather words for songs. Bits from everywhere
But I have to gather words for songs. Bits from everywhere
December 6, 2025 at 8:06 PM
I think the inquisition…
It will be a happy song
I have a good feeling
My feelings are seldom wrong
It will be a happy song
I have a good feeling
My feelings are seldom wrong
That is me, off putting.
But I have to gather words for songs. Bits from everywhere
But I have to gather words for songs. Bits from everywhere
It's alright... It just caught me off guard is all.
Just artistic license. Pardonnez-moi
December 6, 2025 at 7:55 PM
That is me, off putting.
But I have to gather words for songs. Bits from everywhere
But I have to gather words for songs. Bits from everywhere
Just artistic license. Pardonnez-moi
Ah I'm sorry to hear that. Oh... my name is lost?
Not well, but going still.
Oh there is something!
{Little beloved one,
We lost your name….}🎶
Oh there is something!
{Little beloved one,
We lost your name….}🎶
December 6, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Just artistic license. Pardonnez-moi
Not well, but going still.
Oh there is something!
{Little beloved one,
We lost your name….}🎶
Oh there is something!
{Little beloved one,
We lost your name….}🎶
I think it means little beloved one or something; my parents are sadly no longer around to ask, and even Deshanna isn't fully sure. I'm glad your songs go well, Maryden.
December 6, 2025 at 7:17 PM
Not well, but going still.
Oh there is something!
{Little beloved one,
We lost your name….}🎶
Oh there is something!
{Little beloved one,
We lost your name….}🎶
Maryden Halewell, Mary to my friends, if I had many.
*takes his hand and courtesys behind her archlute*
*takes his hand and courtesys behind her archlute*
Hello, I don't think we've officially met.. ?
*extends a hand in her direction*
*extends a hand in her direction*
It wants to tell a story now. Never swayed
December 6, 2025 at 7:14 PM
Maryden Halewell, Mary to my friends, if I had many.
*takes his hand and courtesys behind her archlute*
*takes his hand and courtesys behind her archlute*