Drenata Hawke, my fierce rogue who embraced her new life in Kirkwall, especially once they were out from under Gamlen’s watchful eye. Not sure where she’ll go, but at least she has a sunnier disposition than my last Hawke.
Interestingly enough, the gods of the Disc have never bothered much about judging the souls of the dead, and so people only go to hell if that’s where they believe, in their deepest heart, that they deserve to go. Which they won’t do if they don’t know about it. This explains why it is important to shoot missionaries on sight.
CHOSEN // a mix for the heralds of andraste whose faith is their armour, whose cause is their shield // listen
Let the blade pass through the flesh,
Let my blood touch the ground,
Let my cries touch their hearts.
Let mine be the last sacrifice.
i remember until i was ten, i spelt ‘satin’ like ‘satan’ and i went to a christian school and they called my parents because i wrote ‘satan is soft like a bunny’ and they wanted the priest to talk to me
Satan is glad you appreciate the effort.
Satan uses Garnier Fructis to lock in moisture.
I JUST LOST MY SHIT