#teryn loghain

[stark-illerbase]

Running a pt atm with Warden Tabris where my whole plan was making choices I normally avoid (mostly.) I planned from the beginning to keep Loghain alive and gave him Maric's shield right after the landsmeet just to get a good chunk of the dialogue and man does this man switch up so fucking fast.

Sehara said "Im giving you a chance"

And LOGHAIN MAC TIR ALL BUT WENT "Yes MA'AM"

#des rambles #too lazy to put this on my da account #also for the record i still fucking hate him #but like #he's an interesting character to explore and dissect #AND TAKE HIM AND WYNNE WITH YOU FOR THE RETURN TO OSTAGAR DLC #YOU GET SUCH GOOD DIALOGUE OUT OF IT #loghain mac tir #teryn loghain #dragon age #warden tabris #dao #dragon age origins

[heniareth]

Mahariel and Brosca think that Loghain’s first name is Teryn for far too long.

Oh my God. Yes XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD I love this headcanon and I will adopt it

#teryn loghain #loghain #mahariel #brosca #warden mahariel #warden brosca #dao #dragon age #dragon age headcanons #dragon age origins #funny

[crunchbuttsteak]

Of all the Warden origins, Brosca has some of the best comedic potential for “damn I just found out about this shit yesterday” shenanigans.

Genuinely thinking that Loghain’s first name is “Teryn.”

“So this Andraste is like a Paragon then? Why can’t we just find the ashes of a different Paragon?”

#warden brosca #dragon age origins #dragon age

[inquisimer]

happy Friday! sending you “his actions speak for themselves” for Neria 👀

happy dadwc friday and ty for the prompt! Some surana & anders circa da2 for this one :3

for @dadrunkwriting

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“He’s here, you know.”

Neria didn’t even look up from where she was braiding elfroot, tongue poked out in concentration. “Who is?”

“Your pretty boy Templar, of course.”

That gave her pause and her finger froze on the twisted herb stems as she stared over at Anders. His feigned nonchalance confused her; she puzzled over it as she waited for him to look at her, but he kept his head bent over whatever new draft or plan he was sketching out.

In the meantime, Neria’s heart and mind caught up to what he’d said. Cullen was here, in Kirkwall, probably no more than an hour’s walk from the clinic. Did he remember her? Did he want to see her? Did he miss her, miss their chats and company? Perhaps she could—

“He’s at the Gallows.”

Reality slammed into Neria like a cold wave off the Waking Sea. It washed over her idealistic hopes and carried away the pleasant, comfortable memories she liked to reminisce. If Cullen was here, of course he was in the Gallows. Because he was a Templar, and Templars guarded the mages. And if he was here, that meant he was complicit in all that Anders was fighting against. He was complicit in Karl’s death, and so many others. All of the small, frightened faces that she and Anders ushered out through the Underground, Cullen would see imprisoned, slaughtered, Tranquil.

But—there was hope. Slowly, she resumed her braiding and, in a carefully measured voice, she asked, “Do you know if he’s with Thrask?”

Her heart sank at Anders’ answering scoff. “Don’t be ridiculous. He’s the Knight Commanders little lapdog, from everything I’ve heard and seen. You should have heard what he said to Hawke, when she barely defended her sister to him—harsher than Greagoir ever was with us, to say the least.”

Neria frowned. It didn’t seem right. She’d known Cullen, as well as a mage could know any Templar that guarded them, enough to know his name, at least. To know of his family and his fears and his wishes for the future. She could not imagine his soft face and gentle curls twisted in such cruelty, lashing out with such animosity.

“‘Mages aren’t people like you and me, Hawke’,” Anders quoted, sourly dunking his quill back into the inkpot. “‘They cannot be trusted.’”

“Maker that’s…something’s not right, then.” Neria shook her head, somewhat unable to reconcile what Anders was telling her with what she remembered. Not that she thought Anders would lie to her, but her own memory was hardly so fallible either.

Anders cocked his head. “Didn’t Solona write you?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

He swore under his breath, pushing greasy hair out of his eyes as he shook his head. “She was supposed to write you. To tell you,” he muttered. “Of all the things to chicken out on.”

“Tell me what?”

“Well—it’s—I can’t explain as well as she could. Which is why she was supposed to tell you.”

“But you know.” Neria fastened a piece of twine around her elfroot braid and set it on the stack. She folded her arms across her chest and waited.

Anders bit his lip. “Well. You know how Uldred was when we escaped?”

“Batshit and loony?”

“Yeah. So apparently someone ticked him off at Ostagar and he made a deal with Loghain—that idiot believed the Teryn would free them if the Circle helped him take over Ferelden.”

“As if.”

“Exactly. But, so, he decided the thing to do was, once he got back from Ostagar, summon a fuck load of demons and take over the tower with blood magic.”

On instinct, Neria went very still. The scars on her forearms, long healed, blazed as though they were fresh wounds. Anders’ gaze didn’t even flick toward them, but she felt the inexplicable, undeserved guilt just the same.

But—she’d heard no news about Kinloch Hold being destroyed. No annulment, no major catastrophe. And surely the Chantry would have blared any major success far and wide as propaganda.

“So what happened?”

“Solona, of course. What else?” Anders snorted. “She showed up with her Warden treaties, as angelic as if she’d never been gone in the first place. Greagoir was already wrapped around her finger and he fell right back into that. She did right by as many as she could. Of course—“ he swallowed hard, voice and face falling, “—she didn’t get there right away. Things were already…chaotic and out of control. Not everyone made it. Either Uldred or the demons got…far too many of them.”

It was like the world had fallen out from under Neria. She couldn’t stop herself imagining her home—not quite beloved, but comfortable, familiar, all she’d known for almost two decades—strewn with the blood of those she’d loved, her comrades and companions.

How easily it could have been her, if Anders hadn’t dragged her up out of complacency.

A shudder wracked through her and she reached for more elfroot to busy her hands.

“Hey, she saved a lot of them,” Anders said softly. “More than Greagoir would have, at any rate.”

“Of course she did. That’s what Sol does. She saves people.” Neria flicked her wrist against the once-enchanted bracelet, wished she had enough talent to will it back to life. She missed her friend. “So what does this all have to do with Cullen? He was there, I assume?”

“He was unlucky, to hear Solona tell it.” Anders scowled. “I don’t wonder if he was more than unlucky, if this maliciousness was just waiting to be unlocked. It’s not as if the handful of other survivors were nearly as vicious as he was—“

“Get to the point,” Neria cut him off tersely. If this shit-talking was deserved, well, she would let him ramble on and tune him out. But she’d rather know for sure, to sate the growing anxiety in her chest.

“They found him tortured, bloody and beaten, teased by a demon for days, maybe weeks.” Anders tapped his quill on the edge of the pot, dripping the excess away. “He asked them to kill every mage there, just in case. And even after the tower was cleared and Uldred dead, he asked them the same, again. Irving was whole and well, everyone else battered but sound of mind, and he would have killed them all, just in case.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Neria whispered. These feelings coursing through her, she didn’t know them. What was she supposed to feel? Horror? Sorrow? Anger? She felt all of them at once, just in case she chose wrong. Clearly, Anders wanted her to disavow Cullen, to throw herself headlong into their work and forget whatever connection they had before. But—how could she?

“Because if I just told you that he was a twat, you wouldn’t believe me. You wouldn’t change about him. His actions speak for themselves, Ria—he’s everything we’re fighting against.”

Neria shook her head, even as Anders’ gaze hardened with anger, frustration. “No. It’s just—it’s a defense, or something. He went through trauma as well! He was so kind and open, and not just with me. It can’t all have gone away. It’s there, somewhere.”

“Does it matter?” Anders challenged. “If he’s putting mages to the brand and the blade left and write, does it matter if there’s something good underneath?”

Neria tossed another elfroot braid onto the stack. “Careful, wisp. People have said the same about mages, before.”

“Without anything to back it up! I have proof, with him.”

“And the Chantry has blood mages!” Neria cried. “You’re looking for proof, because you don’t want to think there’s anything good left in him. But what if there is? What then?”

“If the proof wasn’t there, I wouldn’t have found anything while I was looking.”

“People change,” Neria said stubbornly. “And I’m not having this debate with you, wisp. What were you trying to achieve? I’m not going near the Gallows, anyway. I’m helping with the underground, anyway. Were you just trying to make me as angry as you are?”

Anders’ eyes flashed blue and she knew she’d hit the nail on the head.

“Sorry to disappoint,” she bit out, tying the elfroot a bit too tight; the bundle snapped in half and the shreds of it fluttered to the floor around her shaking hands. “I don’t get angry. I just leave.”

She threw the remnants of the ruined braid in his direction, shoved her muddled thoughts aside, and did just that.

She left.

#my writing #dadwc #dragon age fanfic #anders #oc: neria surana lavellan #surana & anders #neria & anders #neria x cullen #da2 #dao #dragon age #ws: the ties we choose

[potatoesandsunshine]

i'm so obsessed with the warden's keep dlc and for what. nobody ever talks about it. if you're a mage warden then avernus should make you insane (here is what a warden mage can (maybe should?) be). if you're a cousland then sophia dryden's whole situation should make you a little extra insane (you are kind of being her right now; [King Arland's] brain is filled with madness and he clings to the crown like a drowning man clutches at a straw okay that's also Teryn Loghain. you're sophia dryden.). you can drink the potion and unlock the power of blood (your own blood? no! it's the darkspawn blood in you! the power of that blood! somehow this does not count as becoming a blood mage!). and you get an item storage chest.

#i totally get why awakening is set in a different place like soldier's keep is sooo remote they couldn't have done the city stuff #and there were no nobles around in the HAUNTED GHOST CASTLE #but UGH i love it so muchhhhh #dragon age #my surana leaving avernus alive: yeah uhhhhh don't worry about the experiments guys. just be cool.

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

Yoreen + Dragon Age AU

In spite of being very much trapped in my Dragon Age hole ("trapped," as if I didn't go into it willing), this has been so hard????? I think because I've contemplated making a world state where I have each DA protagonist as a Roycegaryen & its hard to separate the idea of DA!Yorick from the Inquisitor. But I think I've got something now!

Prompt

● Yorick is the son Bann Rhea Royce of Runestone in the Arling of Edgehall, & Shireen is the daughter of Bann Boremund Baratheon of The Storm Coast

● Yoreen met because Shireen’s older brother, & heir to their father's Bannorn, Borros was wounded at Ostagar during the fifth Blight; barely surviving before being found by late-arriving soldiers from Runestone who had been delayed due to a skirmish in the hills with darkspawn stragglers. They brought the injured obvious noble to Lothering, where they all then had to flee when the darkspawn came for the village. Queue a comedy of errors where they keep having to drag wounded Borros further & further west until he winds up in their Bann's halls to finish being healed. Once he's all better, a small contingent of Runestone’s men are sent to escort Borros back north to The Storm Coast, with a 14-year-old Yorick in tow to serve as his mom's representative to Bann Boremund when they return his son. He strikes up a friendship with Borros, & after arriving at the keep, with Shireen as well.

● Yorick accompanies Bann Boremund to The Landsmeet in Denerim to speak up about Borros’s injuries sustained as a result of Teryn Loghain's retreat from the field, earning him attention for being willing to politically stick his neck out at such a young age & the respect of his new friends' father. After the Blight is over, Yorick is sent home with his mother's men & a proposed betrothal to Bann Boremund’s daughter.

● Yorick & Shireen get married four years later, & proceed to have a bunch of kids while doing a lot of behind-the-scenes work to help Ferelden get stable after the Blight & the stuff surrounding the royal succession & the drama with Teryn Loghain.

● Due to their reputation built within Ferelden, & Shireen’s mother's ties to the Antivan nobility, Yoreen find themselves as part of Josephine Montiliyet's list of noble contacts, & they serve as go-betweens for the Inquisition & Ferelden's nobility. They may even be at Skyhold for a hot minute? All I know is that they would thrive dealing with all the political headache stuff from Inquisition.

#asks #nat tag #oc: yorick royce #oc: shireen baratheon

[paragonraptors]

for the codex prompts: 5 or 11 for stellian

"'When I imagined the hero that would come to save us, they had warm, kind eyes. They shone with the light of the Maker's blessing.

The warden that arrived in our darkest hour was barely a flicker in the black of night. His presence was cold and unsettling. When he found me in the castle, I was more terrified of him than the creatures I was hiding from.

I should be thankful that he ended the nightmare of undead and cured Arl Eamon of that apostate's curse, but I think what Teryn Loghain said of the Wardens is true. I can't forget how Lady Isolde died that night, and now Connor has vanished without a trace. When I heard the Warden perished slaying the Archdemon, I felt nothing but relief.'"

--An excerpt from a pamphlet demanding that Queen Anora Mac Tir strip Warden Surana of his posthumous titles.

#is it really slander if it's true #also technically libel here but yunno idk if ferelden's justice system is all that complex #stellian surana

[rosella-writes]

BTV Satinalia: My Works and Gift!

It was super fun to be involved in this exchange this year, and to have the opportunity to try some new things! BTV was one of the first servers I ever joined and it’s been great to be a part of it.

My Gift 💚

I received a gorgeous, thoughtful, atmospheric fic from @melisusthewee about Loghain in the Inquisition, and what about him is true vs fabricated. Seeing him through Cole’s eyes touched me deeply.

Teryn Loghain Mac Tir is whatever people say he is - hero, murderer, traitor, king, exile - because that Loghain exists only in the stories of others. Grey Warden Loghain is something else, something more perhaps. Or perhaps he is somehow both. Cole doesn’t know, and he can’t untangle the knots of pain that weave around the man until he does.

What I Made 💚

I have fic to give, so that’s what I did. These were a joy to make and I’m lucky to have gotten to know these folks (if I didn’t already) through their characters and their love of Dragon Age.

For @thedastrash. Rated E for smut of the Cassandra Pentaghast x Solas variety.

She said it back as a whispered matter of fact. The sky was blue. Water was wet. She loved him. Cassandra kissed the truth of it into the edge of Solas's jaw, the lobe of his ear, and then his mouth when he turned to kiss her back with a desperate groan of his own. I love you, I love you, I love you.

For @jarakrisafis. Rated E for smut of the M!Aeducan x Gorim Saelac variety, featuring a new OC of mine.

His lord’s shield leans against his hastily unbuckled breastplate. His lord’s sword, in need of sharpening and spattered with the blood of his vanquished challengers, rests on the floor at his feet. His lord’s hair tangles in his clenched hand.

For @dreadfutures. Rated M for sexual themes of the Ixchel x Dirthamen variety.

She surprises him, always. Ixchel is a secret to unweave, a mystery to pick apart, but in these moments he steals with her, it is better, almost, to sit in the unknowing of it. Dirthamen is a secret-keeper, after all, and who better to appreciate an unknown than he?

For @plisuu. Rated G for queerplatonic friendship of the Connor x Solas variety.

He tucked close to his friend, glad for the surety of this one moment with him each day that they were both at Skyhold. It was a simple daily ritual, unlike any chant or whispered prayer or set of candles lit to mark an occasion. It was merely the both of them preparing to face the day, before they allowed their respective masks to settle into place. But here, in the privacy of this liminal space, Solas and Connor could be themselves with the other.

And that’s all, folks. 💚

#my writing #solavelyan #dirthamen x ixchel #solandra #cassandra x solas #loghain mac tir #warden loghain #dwyr aeducan #gorim saelac #aeducan x gorim #dragon age

[sulky-valkyrie]

happy friday! I'd love to see 'quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind' for HOF Alistair?

Sorry it's short, but I hope you enjoy! for @dadrunkwriting

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“Look, I’ll hold them off, you and Anora can sneak out the back and -”

Alistair’s arm was around her waist and he was dragging her backwards.  “Shut up and stop playing the martyr, ‘Ris.  We’re not leaving you behind.  We’ll all go and scale the wall - Anora, you remember the mangled up tree in the back corner of the courtyard?”

“I quite agree with my . . . brother-in-law,” Anora said, eying him suspiciously.  “My father’s - well, I think I can only say he’s gone mad.  If this is how he’s going to treat his own daughter, then I shudder to think what he’d do to you.”

“Plus we’ll never get anything done if he’s in charge,” Morrigan said, jerking a thumb at Alistair.

He rolled his eyes and turned to glare at her.  “Do you ever shut up?”  The distraction was enough to let Tabris break from his grip and run to the main entrance.

“By order of Teryn Loghain Mac - oof!”  Tabris pushed one of the guards into a woman she recognized from Ostagar, cutting off whatever pompous speech she had planned.

She heard swords come out along with Alistair’s panicked, “Damnit, ‘Ris!”

“We surrender!”  

What?  Tabris looked back in confusion to see the bloody queen of Ferelden marching out, hands up.  Alistair was behind her, sword half out, mouth open in shock.

“These fine Grey Wardens here just rescued me from Rendon Howe and they will -” she gave Tabris a pointed look “-lay down their arms as a gesture of faith and their honorable intentions.”

Fucking shem.  She sighed and tossed her blades to the ground.

Alistair was slower to listen to his sort-of-sister-in-law and definite monarch.  “‘Ris?”

“Do it.”  

The woman in charge of the guards seemed a little disappointed that the fight was over before it had started, and put her own weapon up as she took a hasty bow.  “Your majesty.”

“Cauthrien.”  Anora’s tone was polite, but cold.  “I’ll be staying with Arl Eamon, do please let my father know that I’m safe.”

“Yes, Highness.  But the Grey Wardens,” she started, then paused.  “They’re wanted.  For, uh,  treason?  Murdering your husband.”

Anora nodded dismissively.  “Yes, fine, take them away, but they need to stand trial.  Properly.”  She gave Tabris a quick pleading look, a look that said I’m sorry.  Never trust a fucking shem.  

Well, it wasn’t her first time being arrested, at least.  “I want receipts for my gear,” she said as she knelt down and laced her hands above her head.

#da drunk writing circle #fanfic #dragon age #fanfic writing #alistair x warden #warden tabris #ser cauthrien #queen anora #ris #prompt fills

[daitranscripts]

Here Lies the Abyss Pt. 15

Sacrifice

Here Lies the Abyss Masterpost First: The Champion of Kirkwall Previous: Memories Restored

The party moves on, and the Nightmare goads the Warden.

Nightmare: Did the king’s bastard think he could prove himself? It’s far too late for that. Your whole life, you’ve left everything to more capable hands. The Archdemon, the throne of Ferelden… Who will you hide behind now? Alistair: Is that all it’s got? I’ve heard worse than that from Morrigan.

Nightmare: Teryn Loghain Mac Tis, the brilliant commander. Pity the one time you tried to rule, you failed so miserably. You had to be beaten, humiliated, lest you destroy your own country. You even doomed the Wardens by bringing the Inquisitor down on them. You destroy everything you touch. Loghain: (Grunts.) Is that all you’ve got? It’s nothing I’ve not said to myself.

Nightmare: Warden Stroud. How must it feel to devote your whole life to the Wardens, only to watch them fall? Or, worse, to know that you are responsible for their destruction? When the next Blight comes, will they curse your name? Stroud: With the Maker’s blessing, we will end this wretched beast.

The party sees the spirit guiding them ahead.

Nightmare: Do you think you can fight me? I am your every fear come to life! I am the Veiled hand of Corypheus himself! The demon army you fear? I command it. They are bound all through me!

Justinia: Ah, so if we banish you, we banish the demons? Thank you, every fear come to life.

Nightmare: (Roars.)

The party rounds a corner to see a vast space of floating rocks, what looks like a sea, and what appears to be the Black City in the distance.

Party comments:

Cole: They still remember when they were higher, before it woke up and everything fell.

Sera: Ground should be down, sky should be high. Figure it out, Fade!

Varric: I guess things just float whenever they feel like it here. Wonder what’s up there. Or maybe it’s best we never find out.

The party continues into a boggy area.

Party comments:

Iron Bull: Hmph. What’s with the water? Trying to prey on my deep fear of wet calves?

Cassandra: It’s hard to trust my footing in this place.

Blackwall: Hard to outrun anything in this swamp.

They fight a pride demon, despair demons, and other demons, until they spot the spirit again.

Party comments:

Blackwall: Look!

Cassandra: Look!

Solas: There!

Dorian: Over there!

Vivienne: Over there!

More fighting, and they finally press on into a tunnel, following the spirit.

Justinia: You must get through the rift, Inquisitor. Get through and then slam it closed with all your strength. That will banish the army of demons…and exile this cursed creature to the farthest reaches of the Fade.

They travel through the tunnel until they spot light on the other side.

Hawke: The rift! We’re almost there!

Party comments:

Varric: Great, Hawke. Why not just dare the Old Gods to try and stop you?

Iron Bull: Don’t say it like that! That guarantees another demon is gonna show up!

Sera: How about we all just shut up and run?

Cassandra: We’re not there yet. Stay alert!

They see the Nightmare on the other side, a massive spider-looking monster with a humanoid aspect in front of it.

Justinia: If you would, please tell Leliana, “I am sorry. I failed you, too.”

The spirit flies into the giant monster, incapacitating it, and the party begins the fight against the aspect of the Nightmare.

Nightmare: You will die in agony! Nightmare: I grow fat on your fear! Nightmare: You cannot stand against me! Nightmare: You are nothing!

Hawke: Stay strong! Hawke: Die, demon! Hawke: They feed on fear! Hawke: Hurry! Hawke: We can do it!

Alistair: In war, victory! Alistair: Back, demons! Alistair: I’ve fought worse! Alistair: For the Wardens! Alistair: We’re almost there!

Loghain: In war, victory! Loghain: Die, demons! Loghain: Cursed beasts! Loghain: We shall not falter! Loghain: I fear no demon!

Stroud: In war, victory! Stroud: For the Wardens! Stroud: Take heart! Stroud: We do not fear you, demons! Stroud: Courage!

They defeat the aspect, but the larger form of Nightmare begins to stir. The party goes through the rift, but the PC, Warden, and Hawke lag behind.

Alistair: How do we get by? Loghain: We need to clear a path! Stroud: We need to clear a path!

Hawke: Go. I’ll cover you.

Alistair: No. You were right. The Wardens caused this mess. A Warden must— Loghain: No. You were right. The Wardens made this mistake. A Warden must— Stroud: No. You were right. The Grey Wardens caused this. A Warden must— Hawke: A Warden must help them rebuild! That’s your job! Corypheus is mine.

Dialogue options:

[Stroud stays.] (Stroud will likely die to cover your escape.) [1]

[Loghain stays.] (Loghain will likely die to cover your escape.) [2]

[Alistair stays.] (Alistair will likely die to cover your escape.) [3]

[Hawke stays.] (Hawke will likely die to cover your escape.) [4]

1 - [Stroud stays.] PC: Stroud… Stroud: Inquisitor, it has been an honor. For the Wardens! [5]

2 - [Loghain stays.] PC: Loghain… Loghain: Fight well. You will not die while I draw breath. For the Wardens! [5]

3 - [Alistair stays.] PC: Alistair… Alistair: Right. Good luck. I’ll keep it off you. For the Wardens! [5]

4 - [Hawke stays.] PC: Hawke… Inquisitor: Hawke… Hawke: Say goodbye to Varric for me. Diplomatic Hawke (no romance): (Deep breath.) Right then. Humorous Hawke (no romance): Spiders. Always the Maker-damned spiders… Aggressive Hawke (no romance): Is that all you’ve got? Hawke (Sebastian romance): I’m sorry, Sebastian. Hawke (Isabella romance): Safe harbors, Isabela. Hawke (Anders romance): Sorry, Anders. Hawke (Fenris romance): Sorry, Fenris. Hawke (Merrill romance): Sorry, Merrill. [5]

5 - Scene continues.

They stay behind while the PC rushes through the rift.

Next: Fate of the Wardens - Warden Left in the Fade Next: Fate of the Wardens - Hawke Left in the Fade

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai transcripts #dai dialogue #dragon age dialogue #dragon age transcripts #here lies the abyss #hlta #long post

[thesummerstorms]

My imaginary world state is pretty different from anything BioWare will give us though. For instance, the Warden and her faction of specifically Amaranthine wardens still have considerable political power in Fereldan.

Anora is remarried to Fergus Cousland, and even though it’s a political marriage, they work well enough as partners. They have a daughter, Crown Princess Cecilia, named after Anora’s mother Celia and Fergus's sister, Cecily, both of whom are deceased. 

Fergus spends more time in Highever as Teryn than in the Capital as Prince Consort, but he and Anora manage the politics together when they need it, and have a good co-parenting relationship. They both genuinely love their daughter.

I still honestly can’t decide who’s in charge  of Orlais after Wicked Eyes, Wicked Hearts because none of the options are great, but Fereldan has recovered significantly. And since Anora  a) trusts Niamh Amell more than she trusts most people and b) is the daughter of Loghain and was raised on stories of the occupation, she’s made careful moves to separate Fereldan’s status from the support of the Chantry wherever possible.

#dragon age

[heniareth]

WIP Wednesday

I am again thinking about Harman the blacksmith (and am in the revision stage for this next section. Exciting!!!) I love him very much, but he's also very frustrating:

"I still think you're making a mountain out of a molehill." Harman shrugged. "At the very least, the Grey Wardens would've found that tainted old god thing if it'd been in Ferelden this whole time."

"The Grey Wardens were exiled from Ferelden in 7:5 Storm," Duncan said. "Almost two centuries ago."

"Oh." Harman looked up from his mug. "What for?"

Duncan sighed. "They participated in a coup against the king of Ferelden of that time."

"Hah!" Harman slapped his thigh. "Brazen bastards. I like that."

"Harman, please!" Duncan set his stew aside with an expression halfway between frustrated and pleading. "This is no laughing matter! I'm telling you this because it is of utmost importance that you make plans to get yourself and your family to safety in case the king's army is defeated at Ostagar."

"Ostagar, Ostagar." Harman shook his head. "Listen, lad, I'm going to tell you the same thing I've been telling the people here. You're running yourself ragged on suppositions. When the Orlesians had occupied Ferelden, it seemed impossible for king Maric and teryn Loghain to pull through with their rebellion. But they did it! After years and years of occupation, they kicked those fancy poodles out. And now they're at Ostagar—well, not king Maric, but his son. They have it covered, lad. Have a bit of faith."

Faith indeed.

Tagged by @oxygenforthewicked and @yukichouji — thank you so much for allowing me to share this!! I'm busily typing away at this section and it's coming along nicely. I still don't know what will happen to Harman. One can only hope that he will see sense

Tagging you both back for whenever it pleases you, as well as @wild-houseplant @icy-warden @badartxd @siriskulksnerding @bumblerhizal and @fade-and-loathing-in-thedas . Have a lovely day, all of you!

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[twinbladeslegacy]

28 Cloudreach, 9:30 Dragon

I don’t know how to write this. How lucky I am to have kept this on my person before the battle, or I may never have recovered it.

Duncan is dead. As is King Cailan.

Alistair and I were sent to the Tower of Ishal to light the beacon that would signal for Teryn Loghain’s troops to flank the darkspawn, as agreed during the war council. But the tower itself had already been overrun by darkspawn; a Circle Mage and a soldier were the only survivors from an apparent rise of darkspawn from within the deepest parts of the tower itself. The entire tower was a shambles, corpses of soldiers, mages, and ‘spawn on every floor.

We managed to save some mabari, who aided us for a time until they refused to ascend the stairs to the top of the tower.

I almost wish I hadn’t either.

There was a horrible beast waiting for as at the top; Alistair tells me it was an ogre, one of the strongest darkspawn in terms of size and brute strength. We defeated it by the skin of our teeth and lit the beacon—

—and the next thing I knew, Morrigan, the shem mage we met in the Kocari Wilds, was standing next to me. We were back at her hut, or her mother’s hut, I suppose. All the other soldiers under the king, all the other Grey Wardens, dead because Loghain quit the field instead of responding to the signal.

So far, the only survivor we’ve met is that mabari hound I helped heal at camp, who seems to be bereft of his Ash Warriors as much as we have lost the Wardens.

I don’t even know how to process this. It has been hardly a week since I left home, and there are more dead at my feet than I care to count, whether through my blades or no. After the Joining, Alistair gave me a small pendant filled with the darkspawn blood from the chalice. It now hangs in a place of honour on my necklace, right next to Nelaros' ring. How heavy will this become before the Blight is defeated?

[There are several more paragraphs here, full of the author’s sorrow and feeble attempts and waxing poetic about her losses, most of which have been scribbled out in what seems to be a frustrated manner.]

Flemeth — the old lady — sent Morrigan along with us, and she seems a capable mage in her own right, though Alistair has a bee in his bonnet about it. Well, he’ll just have to deal with it if he insists on leaving all of the decisions up to me despite the fact that I’ve only just had my Joining.

Morrigan has taken us to Lothering, a little village just outside of the Wilds. We’re keeping our Grey Warden affiliation under wraps here, as much as possible, as Loghain has put a bounty on us for treason and I suppose indirect regicide. We keep the Grey Warden regalia at camp when we visit the village to gather news and figure out our next steps: trying to use these blasted treaties to gather allies to fight the coming darkspawn horde, especially since Alistair assures me (though he won’t share how he’s able to be so certain) that an archdemon is coming too.

I’ve met another rogue here, a young woman named Moira with eyes so grey they’re almost white, and a lovely gap-toothed smile. She’s directed us to the local inn for “a fun time”, though I expect her idea of fun is not the same as mine.

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[inquisimer]

2023 writing round up

bringing back this fun little year-end writing review from last year :3 it's always so fun to look back and see what all the little pieces and all the time adds up to!

tagging if you'd like to join in: @shivunin | @rosella-writes | @fadedsweater | @exalted-dawn-drabbles | @kiastirling-fanfic | and @warpedlegacy

words posted: 109,617

additional words written: 84,453

grand total of words: 194,070

fandoms: 2 - Dragon Age & Dishonored

highest kudos: The Lie Upon Your Sleep at 20 - a bit of fluff & hurt/comfort with my healer OC Ness and Cullen

highest hit oneshot: to be seen feeling at 200 - a piece I wrote for my friend @dreadfutures as part of the DAFF Discord OC Swap. An exploration of her Mahariel as Warden-Commander and Teryn during Awakening and his life with Morrigan and Kieran in the Crossroads.

new things I tried: Writing non-canon romances! And participating in a lot more fandom exchanges.

fic I spent the most time on: hard to say, probably my unpublished Surana Lavellan rewrite! Of my published fics, I think it would be if our demons cannot dance - angst, hurt/comfort, and missing scenes for my anders rivalmance.

fic I spent the least time on: either Not Like This, a character study of Emily's guilt/regret as she flees Dunwall in D2, or I carried my own ashes to the mountain, some light hurt/comfort and fluffy friendship between Brosca & Zevran on their way back to Orzammar

favorite thing I wrote: any of my pieces with Siobhan Hawke, my Blorbo of the Year for sure. She's so different than the type of Hawke I usually play, being Red-Purple and leaning into the politicking aspect of her role in Kirkwall. I've loved exploring a Hawke who doesn't run away from Kirkwall, who stays and works within the system to make things better. And of course writing her different dynamics with Loghain and Sebastian have been both interesting and challenging for me creatively.

favorite thing(s) I read:

Things my heart used to know (things it yearns to remember) by NiriKeehan (@nirikeehan) - the gift I received as part of the DAFF Discord OC swap, an incredibly well-done piece of my OC Neria and Cullen finding common ground in their respective roles in the Inquisition

A Fool's Death and a Hard Choice by RosellaWrite (@rosella-writes) - an beautiful study of Warden Loghain leading up to and through DAI, his journey looking for Mahariel, how he meets up with Hawke, and his reunion with Morrigan & Kieran at Skyhold.

In Flame Forged Anew by Plisuu (@plisuu) - DAI as experienced by Connor Trevelyan, Templar turned mage turned Tranquil turned Herald of Andraste. He's a little fucked up by it all and this compelling story will tear you to shreds right from the start.

Dirty Little Secrets by SylvanRain (@sylvanraindrop) - DAI retold from the perspective of one of Leliana's agents, featuring the smoothest motherfucker Lavellan, lots of intrigue and spy shenanigans, and Cullen being both endearingly soft and Good At His Job

what we talk about when we talk about whalers by patho (ghostsoldier) - a collection of one shots set in and around the Knife of Dunwall DLC for Dishonored, ranging from lighthearted and funny to absolutely heart-wrenching ;-; beautifully well-done snippets that build out the in-game mechanics and lore!

writing goals for 2024: finish my Surana Lavellan rewrite up through IYHSB, which is when I've promised myself I'll start posting it again 😤 and also to finish at least one of the smut pieces that I have half-started in various drafts

new works: 21

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[higheverlost]

@nonormality sent: 🍐  :    how intelligent is my muse overall?  are they smarter than the average person,  or less than?  are they primarily self-taught,  or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school?  are they more street smart or book smart?  

so, coming from a background of nobility, ellis does have a formal education. he probably knows a language or two, though he wouldn’t be fluent in them. It’s more of a ‘ he can read a book or document & use context clues to figure out any words he’s unsure about ‘ kind of deal when it comes to language. 

He probably has been taught about the history of Ferelden / fed a watered down version of the war with Orlais while growing up. It was highkey one of his favorite things to learn about, as many legends ended up being wrote in those battlefields. He took an interest in learning about the battles, how they were won & who fought them. I actually highkey hc that Loghain was one of his heroes growing up which makes Ostagar all the more devastating. He was also taught about riding horses, he had a tutor that him a duelist fighting style & his parents attempted to teach him how to wield a bow. Attempted being the key word here. 

When it comes to dealing with the world around him, he starts off not knowing a whole lot about the reality he lives in. He knows people have the potential to be terrible but doesn’t really see it firsthand until the fifth blight. Growing up he was given free reign of Highever with very little consequence, he was a Teryn’s son & liked to drag his sister, Lily, into trouble at every turn. 

People in Highever actually cared for them, but the rest of the world doesn’t offer the same courtesy... which is a lesson hard learned. He grows to learn how to navigate the world by mirroring the people around him, adopting aspects of their personality to fit into whatever situation he’s in. What helps him learn the most about street smarts is partaking in slim couldry’s crime waves. he chases a lot of emotional highs & that one was actually pretty informative as to how to survive in those situations. 

So i guess the shorter answer is he’s got a more formal background when it comes to book smarts, But he can & has adapted over the years. I will point out that as the taint & his schizophrenia progresses, his memory becomes a lot less reliable. it’s difficult for him to sort through his mind to fall back on actual facts & though the information is there, it’s not always easy to find.

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[shanaraharlyah]

OOoh I just saw the WIP folder post (and hi!!)

I'll pick DAI Trespasser! ⭐

Always good to see you @fantasy-art-room! ☺️ I wasn't sure how busy you were at the moment but figured I'd tag you in case you were around!

Previous ask I answered was also about the Trespasser WIP, so I will link that one, but also give you a little bit more and another snippet.

Another part of this WIP was trying to explain my view of Teagan's role in Trespasser through additional interaction with Kartaelin. Many people really hated on him in Trespasser and while I think Bioware did him dirty by not giving him a unique model (recycling the mayor of Crestwood instead), I look at it as he's just doing his job. A job he's not particularly fond of, but the king or queen sent him to relay Fereldens point of view and wishes, and that is what he's doing. I've debated on whether this should follow my Ysmeria canon of Origins or Sarovanya's, as each one would make for different dialogue and connection between Teagan and Lavellan. I haven't written the Ys version yet as I wrote this before her run, so this excerpt is following Mahariel wardens world state.

"Don't worry, Inquisitor, I'm not here to harass you or accuse you of anything," declared the Ferelden noble, straightening up and turning to face him. "I wanted to apologize for coming off so abrasively earlier this week. I am not typically one to accuse allies of ill will and I am not proud of my accusations. But you must understand, I grew up in a time when Orlais ruled over Ferelden and abused its people terribly. My people. My father died fighting to reclaim the throne from the Orlesians when I was just a small boy. Then, during the Fifth Blight, Teryn Loghain, who had been a war hero during the Orlesian occupation and instrumental in retaking the throne from Orlais, conspired to usurp the throne himself, quitting the field at Ostagar and leaving our king to perish. With the help of the Hero of Ferelden, myself and others who had seen through Loghain's treachery, we finally restored the throne to my nephew Alistair. So, you can understand my concern about the Inquisitions forces situated at our border with your hands in Orlesian politics and other outside influences among your ranks."

"I do understand, my Lord, and assure you, we've never had designs on the throne or the lands of Ferelden or Orlais," Kartaelin answered, placing his hand on Teagan's shoulder sympathetically. "I built this organization along with my colleagues in order to stop Corypheus and help rebuild what he'd destroyed at the conclave. Our foundation was built on doing what is right for all of our peoples during this crisis. I never for a moment imagined how far reaching our network and duties would become." He allowed his hand to slip from the Arl's shoulder, "If I'm completely honest with you, when I'd first arrived here at the council I was ready to disband the Inquisition. We'd accomplished what we'd set out to do, and, though there is still work to be done to right injustices and rebuild, there will always be work of this nature regardless of whether the Inquisition exists or not. And, honestly, I'm tired. We've done much good these past three years, but I need time to rest for once, time for me. Is that selfish, my Lord?"

"I dare say we all need rest and relaxation sometimes. But you mean to tell me, you've not taken any time for yourself in three years!?" Teagan was truly surprised by this admission. He had no shortage of work himself with running an arling and assisting King Alistair, but always made sure to take time for himself and his family. "No wonder you were eager to agree with me when we first met."

Kartaelin gave him a sad smile, "I suppose there may have been a day here or there, but I have always felt a strong obligation to my duties and the people of Thedas. As much as I desire a reprieve, the events of this past week convinced me that our services will be necessary again, but also that we truly do need more oversight. I would be grateful for your help and support in this, Arl Teagan."

"Redcliffe never forgets her saviors and allies, Inquisitor Lavellan. I would be glad to remain an ally and support you as I can."

"I'm glad to hear it," the elf replied with a nod. "As you are aware, Josephine handles most of our correspondence and work with our allies. Don't hesitate to reach out to her with anything you need help with or any suggestions. We are grateful for your help and guidance during this transitional period."

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