Recent content by Krem

“Got a broken leg,” Vandi said, right as Krem's gaze settled on that very thing. “Can you get a couple of branches for splints?” "On it." He gave a soldier's reply--short and to the point--then got to work. Finding the sticks was a quick job since he'd already scouted the surrounding area for...

As soon as Sati smiled that wide, uninhibited smile, Krem knew he'd succeeded in what he'd set out to do. Dalish and the others could joke all they wanted, but he'd completed his mission. His soldier's heart was happy with that. Helped that the Inquisitor had a nice smile, too. People didn't...

I nominate Bernie, because not only is she an interesting character, she's also a great touchstone character that lots of others can interact with. My question for Bernie: If it meant getting your sisters back--no funny business, no tricks, just getting them back--would you make a pact with a...

I nominate I've Been Working My Way Back to You because it's obvious both players put a lot of thought into the future of their characters. I nominate Let it Snow! (again) because it's just an interesting and entertaining dynamic and a great example of an open thread. I nominate Making Contact...

Krem stepped back from the fire, his hands folded in front of him. A sign of respect, maybe. Or just a result of him not having any clue what to do in the moment. “Thanks,” Vandi said of his condolences. “It does, some. He died fighting, and I know that was better for him than just fading with...

“I would not say my life was ever particularly simple. My parents fled the Qun to be with one another, and while my father was a hunter, neither of them were fighters. We kept having to move to avoid attention from people who would have taken advantage of that. But yes, I miss them,” she said...

With his turn through, Krem reached for the mug he’d set down and leaned against the wall again. When Sati first walked into the tavern, he hadn’t had anything close to a plan. He still didn’t have one now, but things were shaping up fine. She was kicking his ass at darts, they were talking...

If Vandi was bothered by what was in the cave, she did a good job of hiding it. Came with the territory as a mercenary--at least in Krem’s experience. Death was a constant. Some places you were practically neck-deep in it, and letting it get to you in the field wasn’t an option. Plenty of time...

Vandi drained her mug as Krem pulled on his breastplate, cinching the straps and doing up the buckles. He moved toward the door and grabbed his cloak from a peg on the wall as his companion asked how they were going to get there. “Walk or ride?” "Walk, I think. Less to worry about that way."...

“She’s not quite like anybody I’ve met before, but she is immensely skilled at what she does," Sati said with a soft smile that didn't seem as out of place on her features as Krem thought it maybe should. He couldn't argue with the sentiment, either. When he'd first met with her, Josephine...

Krem might not have known Vandi as well as he knew the Chargers--good chance he’d never know anybody as well as he knew those idiots, Maker willing--but he knew enough to see she was worked up over something. “It’s stupid.” She said it so quickly there was a damned good chance it wasn’t stupid...

“Assuming they don’t show up on a dragon again.” Krem might have thought she was chiding him for not mentioning that part--the whole reason they’d lost Haven, far as he was concerned, and why they’d found more civilians frozen in the snow than he could count--but there was a wry smile on her...

The Chargers could have as much of a laugh as they wanted, but he hoped the whole damned lot of them were watching right now because Krem was doing exactly what he'd set out to do. Masterfully, too. If pressed, he'd say being bad at darts had all been part of the plan. Made it easier for him to...

Pulling his attention away from Maryden and giving it to Vandi wasn't much of a hardship, truth be told. Krem tried not to make eyes at other mercenaries. Bad for business all around. So far he'd managed as much with her, but even if she was as hard to look at as the Chief's ugly mug--which she...

As usual, Krem's timing just so happened to be awful. Wasn't long after he'd asked that Tilda, one of the barmaids at the Herald, bustled over to the Inquisitor with a qunari-sized stein. Or what Krem guessed was a respectable size for a qunari. Still smaller than the one the Chief drank out of...