Fantasy Game Races Via Ryan Melmoth

Sculptures by TK Miller

All right. Game on.

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Mercy for the Elves who guard their lives with faith our hands do weigh them down but their kind hearts will forgive the weight Arlathan fell so deep into the ocean floor currents of hate will so challenge their fate

Mercy for the Elves who marched with us through fire Stood with Andraste as she rose against the empire can we pay the cost for the allies we have lost in fear our hands of pain will so threaten their name

If we climb through our doubt we can sympathize when the slightest unite then a giant will rise slightest unite then a giant will rise

Mercy for the Elves who wander through the night Dalish father roams will the Dalish son survive the fight How can we deny what their numbers can supply the realm

Slightest unite then a giant will rise when the slightest unite then a giant will rise

Fetching more than sticks. Photos from Guinevere’s first grouse hunt in the Olympic National Forest are coming soon.

Mudafossil

Music video for track by Ask Koosha put together by @hiradsab and @dalenatran was created using free 3D modelling tool Blender:

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Everyone But Oghren Has a Filthy Mind...

Oghren: Yep, lotta tension around here

Alistair: You think so? Do you?

Oghren: Know what I do to relieve tension?

Alistair: I hesitate to wonder

Oghren: I polish the 'ol weapon

Alistair: Really?

Oghren: Yep. Give it a good shine with a dry rag. Then with a little grease

Alistair: That's disgusting!

Oghren: You're telling me you never gave your blade the 'ol spit shine?

Alistair: I think that's private

Oghren: Really?

Oghren: Sodding Chantry and its rules. I like to do it right out in the open

Alistair: Where people can SEE you?

Oghren: Yep!

Alistair: Wait... What are you talking about?

Oghren: What are YOU talking about?

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Wynne: Why do you occasionally refer to Alistair as "a little pike twirler"?

Oghren: Why? Has the little pike twirler taken offense?

Wynne: It's just a curious description.

Oghren: Curious? Heh, nah it's entirely true. What, you haven't seen him twirling his pike? Goes at it when he thinks no ones watching, knocks about in the trees like there's no tomorrow. Caught him just the other day, blushed all the way down to his navel, then couldn't find his shirt. I swear he's gonna hurt himself one of these days, the way he works that thing.

Wynne: I don't want to hear this anymore do I?

Oghren: I keep telling him pike's are for sticking things at long range, aye? Horses and such. Not for twirling like a sissy girl.

Wynne: Wait, you're talking about an actual pike? Like a spear?

Oghren: Obviously. What else would I be talking about?

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