Leliana
@thenugmother.bsky.social
"Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just. Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow. In their blood, the Maker's will is written."
Spymaster for the Inquisition. Left Hand of the Divine. #DARP #DragonAgeRP
Spymaster for the Inquisition. Left Hand of the Divine. #DARP #DragonAgeRP
Pinned
Kneeling down with her eyes closed. She chants as one of her ravens leaves the rookery above, message tied to its leg.
"Blessed are they who stand before
The corrupt and the wicked and do not falter."
"Blessed are they who stand before
The corrupt and the wicked and do not falter."
"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.”
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."
December 10, 2025 at 2:54 PM
"Not everyone can be a killer. It requires a certain cold disconnect. I have heard high praises for your music from the Inquisitor herself."
Smiles. "Yes, Josie and I go way back. She always had exceptional taste, even if she would like to think otherwise."
“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 10, 2025 at 2:51 PM
Smiles. "Yes, Josie and I go way back. She always had exceptional taste, even if she would like to think otherwise."
"As to be inspected, Inquisitor, The Court does not know what to make of you. An elf as the Herald of Andraste? Of course, even in Orlais, they know the importance of keeping up appearances. That is no issue to them."
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Fen'ara followed along. Standing straight and professional. Hands clasped behind her back. A small quirk she picked up from Solas without realizing. She nodded at the spymaster's words.
"I had suspected as much. I have only briefly engaged with her to warn her of interlopes. She has agreed+
"I had suspected as much. I have only briefly engaged with her to warn her of interlopes. She has agreed+
"Of course. Right this way."
She waves her over and walks with the Inquisitor, out of the cacophony of the rookery and down the stairs, through the rotunda and out to the walkway.
Her voice lowers to a whisper. "Word of the Inquisition has of course reached Empress Celine. And whispers of you."
She waves her over and walks with the Inquisitor, out of the cacophony of the rookery and down the stairs, through the rotunda and out to the walkway.
Her voice lowers to a whisper. "Word of the Inquisition has of course reached Empress Celine. And whispers of you."
December 9, 2025 at 7:07 PM
"As to be inspected, Inquisitor, The Court does not know what to make of you. An elf as the Herald of Andraste? Of course, even in Orlais, they know the importance of keeping up appearances. That is no issue to them."
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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 6:07 PM
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!"
"Of course. Right this way."
She waves her over and walks with the Inquisitor, out of the cacophony of the rookery and down the stairs, through the rotunda and out to the walkway.
Her voice lowers to a whisper. "Word of the Inquisition has of course reached Empress Celine. And whispers of you."
She waves her over and walks with the Inquisitor, out of the cacophony of the rookery and down the stairs, through the rotunda and out to the walkway.
Her voice lowers to a whisper. "Word of the Inquisition has of course reached Empress Celine. And whispers of you."
Fen cleared her throat. Trying to prevent a slight blush from invading her cheeks, to no avail. She nodded.
"I do. I am curious to hear of these rumors. But perhaps we should find somewhere private to discuss the matter."
"I do. I am curious to hear of these rumors. But perhaps we should find somewhere private to discuss the matter."
Her lips curl. A smile? Maybe a smirk.
“Rumors, my Lady Inquisitor, are quite another matter. My spies tell me of great chatter of you in Halamshiral. Have you a moment to discuss it?”
“Rumors, my Lady Inquisitor, are quite another matter. My spies tell me of great chatter of you in Halamshiral. Have you a moment to discuss it?”
December 9, 2025 at 6:07 PM
"Of course. Right this way."
She waves her over and walks with the Inquisitor, out of the cacophony of the rookery and down the stairs, through the rotunda and out to the walkway.
Her voice lowers to a whisper. "Word of the Inquisition has of course reached Empress Celine. And whispers of you."
She waves her over and walks with the Inquisitor, out of the cacophony of the rookery and down the stairs, through the rotunda and out to the walkway.
Her voice lowers to a whisper. "Word of the Inquisition has of course reached Empress Celine. And whispers of you."
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
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.”
December 8, 2025 at 5:31 PM
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."
Her lips curl. A smile? Maybe a smirk.
“Rumors, my Lady Inquisitor, are quite another matter. My spies tell me of great chatter of you in Halamshiral. Have you a moment to discuss it?”
“Rumors, my Lady Inquisitor, are quite another matter. My spies tell me of great chatter of you in Halamshiral. Have you a moment to discuss it?”
"As will I. There is no need to spread rumors or spill secrets. It is much more beneficial to keep it quiet, and let the Inquisition maintain its integrity."
“Quite right. I find it all a bit charming, but I will keep the secrets of those who may or may not be involved in such salacious activities. After, this is the Inquisition, not The Great Game.”
December 8, 2025 at 5:04 AM
Her lips curl. A smile? Maybe a smirk.
“Rumors, my Lady Inquisitor, are quite another matter. My spies tell me of great chatter of you in Halamshiral. Have you a moment to discuss it?”
“Rumors, my Lady Inquisitor, are quite another matter. My spies tell me of great chatter of you in Halamshiral. Have you a moment to discuss it?”
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.”
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."
December 8, 2025 at 5:01 AM
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.”
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“Quite right. I find it all a bit charming, but I will keep the secrets of those who may or may not be involved in such salacious activities. After, this is the Inquisition, not The Great Game.”
Smirks.
"I am the Inquisitor, not the investigator. It isn't much of my business as long as people clean up after themselves. And preferably keep whatever activities away from our food."
Chuckles softly. Shaking her head.
"I am the Inquisitor, not the investigator. It isn't much of my business as long as people clean up after themselves. And preferably keep whatever activities away from our food."
Chuckles softly. Shaking her head.
Eyes Cassandra but says nothing. A sly smile curls from her lips.
"You are right, Inquisitor, it is suspicious. There are some secrets that should remain so, no? The truth can be rather unpleasant." @fen-ara.bsky.social
"You are right, Inquisitor, it is suspicious. There are some secrets that should remain so, no? The truth can be rather unpleasant." @fen-ara.bsky.social
December 7, 2025 at 11:35 PM
“Quite right. I find it all a bit charming, but I will keep the secrets of those who may or may not be involved in such salacious activities. After, this is the Inquisition, not The Great Game.”
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 9:06 PM
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."
Discreetly pens a correspondence inquiring on the status of Schmooples II.
December 7, 2025 at 9:04 PM
Discreetly pens a correspondence inquiring on the status of Schmooples II.
Eyes Cassandra but says nothing. A sly smile curls from her lips.
"You are right, Inquisitor, it is suspicious. There are some secrets that should remain so, no? The truth can be rather unpleasant." @fen-ara.bsky.social
"You are right, Inquisitor, it is suspicious. There are some secrets that should remain so, no? The truth can be rather unpleasant." @fen-ara.bsky.social
*Moves remarkably quickly still in full armor and picks the smutty books out of pile, spiriting them away to her room*
"My guess is it's for the Seeker. Although... I did find a suspicious sock stuck in a copy of swords and shields in the cellar. So she might not be the only one."
December 7, 2025 at 9:02 PM
Eyes Cassandra but says nothing. A sly smile curls from her lips.
"You are right, Inquisitor, it is suspicious. There are some secrets that should remain so, no? The truth can be rather unpleasant." @fen-ara.bsky.social
"You are right, Inquisitor, it is suspicious. There are some secrets that should remain so, no? The truth can be rather unpleasant." @fen-ara.bsky.social
"Smutty literature? How scandalous!"
“A new stack of reading materials arrived. Some tomes and books for Master Solas, new quills, a dictionary and thesaurus for Master Tethras and…a stack of…is that smutty literature?”
Blushes.
“I’ll set that on the bottom of the pile.”
Blushes.
“I’ll set that on the bottom of the pile.”
December 6, 2025 at 2:14 AM
"Smutty literature? How scandalous!"
Keeping an eye on everyone from up in to rookery.
December 6, 2025 at 1:49 AM
Keeping an eye on everyone from up in to rookery.
Scanning the note. Smiles at the chocolates.
“How wonderful.”
“How wonderful.”
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Leaves a note of correspondence in a book on the table in the rookary. Along with a list of new contacts, and a box of Orlesian chocolates "donated" from a court delegate.
Leaves a note of correspondence in a book on the table in the rookary. Along with a list of new contacts, and a box of Orlesian chocolates "donated" from a court delegate.
December 6, 2025 at 12:12 AM
Scanning the note. Smiles at the chocolates.
“How wonderful.”
“How wonderful.”
“A little startle, but they are being tended to, yes. I apologize, Cole. I seem to forget our last conversation.”
That trick of his with others forgetting him.
“You perform these little gifts. They are appreciated. Is anyone looking out for you?”
That trick of his with others forgetting him.
“You perform these little gifts. They are appreciated. Is anyone looking out for you?”
“The missions weigh long. You do a good job, Lady Nightingale ma’am. The scouts rescued, they are well too?”
Cole leaned in a shadow near one of the messager crows that started to pull at his tunic cuff
Cole leaned in a shadow near one of the messager crows that started to pull at his tunic cuff
She gasps. The memory crawls back. Her eyes close and she nods. It seems clearer this time. Even real.
“It was so long ago. I was a child.”
She laughs, despite her eyes becoming glassy.
“I needed that.”
She sips the wine, this time with a smile.
“It was so long ago. I was a child.”
She laughs, despite her eyes becoming glassy.
“I needed that.”
She sips the wine, this time with a smile.
December 5, 2025 at 5:38 PM
“A little startle, but they are being tended to, yes. I apologize, Cole. I seem to forget our last conversation.”
That trick of his with others forgetting him.
“You perform these little gifts. They are appreciated. Is anyone looking out for you?”
That trick of his with others forgetting him.
“You perform these little gifts. They are appreciated. Is anyone looking out for you?”
She gasps. The memory crawls back. Her eyes close and she nods. It seems clearer this time. Even real.
“It was so long ago. I was a child.”
She laughs, despite her eyes becoming glassy.
“I needed that.”
She sips the wine, this time with a smile.
“It was so long ago. I was a child.”
She laughs, despite her eyes becoming glassy.
“I needed that.”
She sips the wine, this time with a smile.
“Ah, ma petite, ta voix est comme une cloche cristalline. Je suis si fière de toi.”
:: Ah, my dear, your voice is like a crystal bell. I am so proud of you.::
Cole hummed in a warm tone that was almost a whisper. The memory of her mother sat as it always did, far under, but there.
“You’re welcome
:: Ah, my dear, your voice is like a crystal bell. I am so proud of you.::
Cole hummed in a warm tone that was almost a whisper. The memory of her mother sat as it always did, far under, but there.
“You’re welcome
She laughed.
“I am usually the one to keep secrets, no?”
As she sips again, her eyes close.
“Notes of…sweet orange. And…lavender. Reminds me of my mother. I haven’t thought of her in a long time.”
She looks at a Cole. Smiles. “Thank you.”
“I am usually the one to keep secrets, no?”
As she sips again, her eyes close.
“Notes of…sweet orange. And…lavender. Reminds me of my mother. I haven’t thought of her in a long time.”
She looks at a Cole. Smiles. “Thank you.”
December 5, 2025 at 12:13 PM
She gasps. The memory crawls back. Her eyes close and she nods. It seems clearer this time. Even real.
“It was so long ago. I was a child.”
She laughs, despite her eyes becoming glassy.
“I needed that.”
She sips the wine, this time with a smile.
“It was so long ago. I was a child.”
She laughs, despite her eyes becoming glassy.
“I needed that.”
She sips the wine, this time with a smile.
She laughed.
“I am usually the one to keep secrets, no?”
As she sips again, her eyes close.
“Notes of…sweet orange. And…lavender. Reminds me of my mother. I haven’t thought of her in a long time.”
She looks at a Cole. Smiles. “Thank you.”
“I am usually the one to keep secrets, no?”
As she sips again, her eyes close.
“Notes of…sweet orange. And…lavender. Reminds me of my mother. I haven’t thought of her in a long time.”
She looks at a Cole. Smiles. “Thank you.”
He looked a little unsure still, watching the spymaster closely and trying not to seem he was at the same time.
“Would you like to know or keep a good secret? At least…I hope it is still good. Is it?”
“Would you like to know or keep a good secret? At least…I hope it is still good. Is it?”
“I see.”
She watches the young man, then takes a sip.
“One can never be too careful, even here in Skyhold.”
Another sip.
“Was that someone you?”
She watches the young man, then takes a sip.
“One can never be too careful, even here in Skyhold.”
Another sip.
“Was that someone you?”
December 5, 2025 at 3:17 AM
She laughed.
“I am usually the one to keep secrets, no?”
As she sips again, her eyes close.
“Notes of…sweet orange. And…lavender. Reminds me of my mother. I haven’t thought of her in a long time.”
She looks at a Cole. Smiles. “Thank you.”
“I am usually the one to keep secrets, no?”
As she sips again, her eyes close.
“Notes of…sweet orange. And…lavender. Reminds me of my mother. I haven’t thought of her in a long time.”
She looks at a Cole. Smiles. “Thank you.”
“Cullen is happy about something. I caught him prancing around like a peacock in the garden.”
December 5, 2025 at 2:35 AM
“Cullen is happy about something. I caught him prancing around like a peacock in the garden.”
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“Sebastian must be in the trunk.”
*gets in and passes Varric a booster seat*
December 5, 2025 at 2:24 AM
“Sebastian must be in the trunk.”
“Bull might disagree. I am certain he would love the challenge, and boasting, to down a blighted dragon.”
"We're celebrating dragons? I guess as long as they arent Blighted... they are majestic"
December 5, 2025 at 2:23 AM
“Bull might disagree. I am certain he would love the challenge, and boasting, to down a blighted dragon.”
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“I see.”
She watches the young man, then takes a sip.
“One can never be too careful, even here in Skyhold.”
Another sip.
“Was that someone you?”
She watches the young man, then takes a sip.
“One can never be too careful, even here in Skyhold.”
Another sip.
“Was that someone you?”
He gave another awkward shuffle and tip of his hat downward.
“N-no. Someone… has tried to make it better. Taste better. Very… not poison.”
“N-no. Someone… has tried to make it better. Taste better. Very… not poison.”
Settles down at her desk. The goblet resting there suddenly gets her attention.
“My…wine?”
Sniffs it. “Has someone poisoned me?”
“My…wine?”
Sniffs it. “Has someone poisoned me?”
December 5, 2025 at 2:06 AM
“I see.”
She watches the young man, then takes a sip.
“One can never be too careful, even here in Skyhold.”
Another sip.
“Was that someone you?”
She watches the young man, then takes a sip.
“One can never be too careful, even here in Skyhold.”
Another sip.
“Was that someone you?”