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my precious daughter, tamaerci adaar, a commission from @fleshwerks !

she’s an amnesiac who just wants to save the world and make people happy but she doesn’t know what she’s doing. accidentally adopts an abyssal high dragon.

Hey, it’s Red. I kinda sorta abandoned this blog when I started @exemplartemplar, and while I want to come back, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep it active. I just wanted to let you know where I’m at most of the time now, and that I just unfollowed over 300 people based on inactivity and whether I could remember their url, so if you changed your url or something and you are still active and you want me to follow again, just let me know!! 

Side note, I’ve been in Russia for 3 months and I’ll be going back home to America soon. It’s been great and I’ve been busy, and we’ll see what happens when I’m stateside again. 

hi look at my baby

also @destinyapostasy, and @heysales, here are the much procrastinated references i have been meaning to get for you for months...

the bottom one is my favorite. let me know if you want/need more or different angles or something. i’m excited to see what you create for me !! uwu

WHY TAMAERCI ALLIED WITH THE TEMPLARS.

sospoketheraven:

“Qunari. Or, vashoth. I don’ follow th’ Qun. Name’s Tamaerci.” She pulls out one of the party’s potions and offers it to him, smiling. “Afraid we don’ have any brandy with us, we’ve been on th’ road a while.”

@spuriius    con’t

 “If your men want t’ kill me o’er words, then so be it. I can name many Orlesian nobles who’d thank ‘em for it.” She’s more than a little frustrated, and less than skilled at diplomacy.  “Look, it’s no Blight, o Warden-King, but if Corypheus gets his way, it might’s well be. All th’ Inquisition is askin’ is y’help stop the end o’ th’ world.” 

Tamaerci is unsurprised. “Ne'er seen a qunari before, hmm?” She touches the nubs of horns on the top of her head thoughtfully. “You should see Bull.” She kneels down beside the stranger. “Would y’like a healin’ potion?”

Jaw clenching, she takes a moment to calm down before she responds. “’M sorry. My impatience does me no credit, but I've few allies an’ many enemies. I fear I don’ have time to earn th’ trust of neutral parties; though I s’pose tha’ shouldn’t stop me from tryin’.”

"Imekari.” Tamaerci’s voice is soft, soothing. She reaches up and strokes the base of Ximisaari’s horns, a comfort tactic learned from her years as a tamassran - and something she herself finds calming as well. “I can read them, and, na’thek, I can teach you.”