Vir Bor’assan, Strife thought, keeping his eyes on the guard. It was one of the first things the Dalish had taught him. The Way of the Bow: as the sapling bends, so must you. In yielding, find resilience; in pliancy, find strength.
　　[ ・_ゝ・]

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Bend but never break...

So had Jasecca, Myrion mused, thinking of the figure back in the tent whose face he hadn’t looked at. No one deserved to be a prisoner in their own mind, shackled by Qunari drugs just like the mages rendered Tranquil in the south, denied even a quick death.
[・∀・]

开篇短短几句就能成功刻画的弧光，四代编剧纯废物
。
It was an awful effort without a staff, pulling little wisps of magic into order. He mouthed an old meditation chant that he’d learned at university, guiding the magic with his will, until it was ready, scratching at the edge of the barrier between the mortal world and the world of spirits, and then, sweating, he opened the path and let the energy through.
A ball of fire rolled wetly across the top of the tent, sooty flame curling out as the leather caught. The cries of alarm were immediate from the Qunari command tents. If anyone inside the laundry tent cried out, Myrion didn’t hear it.

Myrion huffed. “I’ve been guarding my thoughts from demons since I was fourteen years old. Took a test on it and everything. A desire demon took the form of a boy I liked

“The spirits of Arlathan are older and more powerful than the little wisps your teachers summoned to test you. I just hope you’re better with spirits than you are with the forest.”

　　///


Ghilan’nain guide my steps,” Strife murmured, and then looked down to Myrion. “Break’s over, magister. Time to climb.”
Vir Assan,” Strife said. “The Way of the Arrow. Be swift and silent, strike true, and do not waver.

Vir Tanadahl.” A wall of heavy foliage blocked the path ahead, and Strife gestured for them to head left. “The Way of Three Trees. Wisdom passed down from the goddess Andruil.”

[ ・_ゝ・]

“I can’t shoot with it in, that’s for certain.” Strife grunted. “Through a log. Andruil, that’s a strong bow. What I could do with a bow like that . . .” The wounds were clean—seemed clean, anyway—but he’d lost a lot of blood. “Do you know any healing magic?” he asked, rolling onto his stomach.

生软我做鬼都不会放过你

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我接受不了。天杀的点数商店还卖蛋

我怎么气哭了，哈 哈 哈

不...还是写么......没有办法

Viper 居然是安教黑色圣者...还能更儿戏一些么，北边就这样敷衍了？

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...我觉得或许我会不自量力把改写部分扩大，然后永远写不完了

Vir Adahlen,” Strife said, and grinned, his teeth flashing white in the moonlight. “Way of the Woods. Receive the gifts of the hunt with mindfulness. Normally that means the food you catch and eat. In this case, the gift of the hunt is me knowing about this little hill.”
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如果四代进黑城看看该多有意思...

满可笑的，就去个破岛。
白堡之前也去过，哈哈，最后回到明瑞索斯。
浪费。

“The Mortalitasi believe that when someone dies, an inhuman spirit is pushed out from the Fade into our world.” Myrna waved a gloved hand at the panorama of the Grand Necropolis, whose upper levels could be seen past the gates, quarried into the stone. “In exchange, we invite those inhuman spirits to house themselves in the empty bodies left behind. Correct?”

Less well known is that if a more vigorous spirit claims a corpse, it may become emmeshed in that man or woman’s unfinished business. Whatever Lord Karn’s goal, it must be something that would disturb the Necropolis. Or it could lie within a part forbidden even to the dead.

哀守还有亡灵马车，四代也不给玩家开开眼界A carriage rattled up. Audric gripped his spear. The horses were bare skeletons with coronas of sickly, surging green fire. The pair stamped as they drew up. Audric stepped back as a horse swung its bony head around, as if mimicking a living curiosity.

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都会否决......无论如何，直到追问demin才死心。
如果，我是说，如果...呢？