As Above, So Below is a play-by-post RPG based on the Dragon Age series of video games. Play takes place during the events of Dragon Age: Inquisition as our characters navigate cutthroat politics, tumultuous relationships, and the looming threat of a sky torn asunder. Set in a world of dark fantasy, we explore mature topics while crafting thoughtful and compelling plots focusing on OC stories with minimal canon involvement. We're an advanced RP for those who are comfortable with creative writing. 18+, 3/2/2, Faceclaims optional.
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shapeshifter stuff here describe three forms (if allowed) -raven -fox -?
personality
POSITIVE - one - two - three - four - five
NEGATIVE - one - two - three - four - five
You can delete the lists of positive and negative traits if you'd like. Include at least a paragraph of personality description either way.
five positives? hoo
history
( placeholder info for me :^) thanks )
-nevarra/tevinter desert w/ clan -stuff between? sure -orlais -with the inq now -known possible double agent for his clan??? whos afraid of som elves tho (come back to later after some thought tbh)
sample
The door to Skyhold's tavern swung open, the evening sun spilling in to the room. It lifted the heavy shadows of the main room, blinding those who had been drinking away their afternoon. The hazy golden glow nearly obscured the figure in the doorway, but the Inquisitor had a presence about him that gave him away.
Loud conversations gave way to silence as everyone in the room looked over towards their leader. Inquisitor Lavellan said nothing, acknowledging the room with a glance as he stopped to remove his gloves. Moments later discussions and arguments were picked back up, but at only maybe half the volume. The Inquisitor was not an uncommon visitor to the tavern, but the man was given respect by his troops and local refugees. Despite his well known background as a wild Dalish mage, worn like a badge of honor by the Inquisitor, people from all over Thedas had rallied behind him.
It was all quite a sight, at least from where Krem was sitting.
The Inquisitor was most likely on his way to see the Chief. It was all routine by this point. He'd made a habit of visiting the tavern well before the two had been caught in bed together. And with how dressed down the Inquisitor was tonight (no armor, no weapons, less jewelry than normal, even his corset looked like it had been tied loose), Krem was certain he was wanting to see the Chief.
And just as Inquisitor Lavellan passed him, Krem took the bottle of booze away from his mouth long enough to greet him.
“Your Worship.”
The words slipped out of his mouth as reflex by this point. He hadn't meant to get the Inquisitor's attention. Really, Krem meant to be polite. Polite for a mercenary anyway. But instead of rounding the corner to where the Chief was probably waiting on him, the Inquisitor stopped, turning his head ever so slightly to look at Krem from the corner of his eye.
His eyes were bright green like the mark on his hand and almost seemed to glow as elves' eyes sometimes did. Krem found his gaze intimidating. It was easily the most intimidating thing about him, but even so, it was something he preferred to avoid.
“You don't have to call me that if you don't want to,” the Inquisitor said, breaking his silence.
Krem made an unsure noise into his bottle.
“You could call me Mira even,” he suggested, expression softening. “If you like.”
