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bluewren · 5 months

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Happy DADWC Wren! Gimme a job that the Chargers took part in, using this DA Lore prompt: "In the Mists: The Windline Marcher. A ghost ship." Because Bull freaking out on a ghost ship sounds hilarious.

THANK YOU FOR THIS PROMPT! It's been so much fun to write. @dadrunkwriting wc: 3521, a hefty one.

Lex has heard every story about the Windline Marcher. When he worked for the Kirkwall Merchant Guide, everyone had a bet placed on what was carried by that ship. Jerrik thinks it's cursed gold that some sailor tried to mutiny and sail away with. Korpin is adamant that it's Antivan sex toys, her explanation, 'Antivans are strange creatures.' Lex has no actual coin on that wager though. He was surprise to find Korpin at Skyhold, working as a direct lyrium trading line for the Inquisition. They chatted on a few occasions, Lex even mentioned this job the Chargers are sent to do. She's still betting on sex toys.

There's been rumors that the ship is now appearing more frequently. Hurricane season is more intense this year than others. With the intrusion of red lyrium and rifts into Thedas, Minaeve and the Helisma have been looking through the weather data to see if it affected the weather in any way. Their recent findings have uncovered an unlikely connection, there are mana streams resonating out like an inverted whirlpool. It overlaps with sightings of the Windline Marcher. The researchers considered it one mystery solved and were ready to move on, but then a large sum of money gets dangled in front of the treasury. A nobleman caught news of their findings.

They promised funding for the Inquisition if they captured the Windline Marcher for him. With sparkles in her eyes, Josephine sent the Chargers to do the job. The main forces are with his sister fighting Red Templars, and he's out here adding a vanity piece to a nobleman's collection. This has to be most self flagellating job he’s been on.

The Chargers and the researchers get shoved onto a longboat and sail for the Windline Marcher. They needed Minaeve and Helisma there to correct course on the ship when if the mana changed its concentration. The Chargers mages are pushing the sails with magic, the winds are harrowing and unpredictable during the hurricane season. Every hand needed to be on deck in case something goes astray. It's been trial keeping their boat in the right direction, the storms have been thrashing them in all directions and the swaying has made steadying themselves difficult. Lex would rather let the Windline Marcher stay as one of Thedas's great mysteries, happily so… If only a certain nobleman hadn't offered the Inquisition enough gold to feed the troops for a year.

But even the most jaded of sellswords have to admire how uncanny it is to actually see the ghost ship up close. It has two masts that still stand and fluttering, though the heavy wind seems to have stopped. From his cursory glance, the ship's strutting and placement of rivets look significantly less intricate than their third of the size boat they ride on. Taliesen can probably gosh over all the exact little design details, but isn't here to do so.

The most eerie feature is the glow the ship has. Not a trace of mildew or seaweed growing on its hull, it has the look of never being seaborne. Whatever secrets it holds, it hides them well.

The Chargers begin their plan to scale the ship, beginning shooting grappling hooks tied to crossbows.

"I finally understand why he wanted it so badly." Dalish remarks, she stretches in place to prepare for the jump.

Lex merely shrugs, keeping his attention on aiming. "I'd still much rather throw a fireball at its hull and call it lost."

Lex, Krem, and Skinner are first to ascend the ship, checking that it's safe for everyone else to enter. They arrive to a deck as empty and as clean as the hull, they drop done the rope and ladder for the rest of the Chargers. Minaeve and Helisma stay on the longboat, if the Chargers get overwhelmed they will have the best chance to leave and tell what happened.

Bull is the last to ascend, he immediately starts shivering as soon as both feet meet the wood.

"Alright Chargers! Dalish and Lex stay top side, everyone else begin searching the ship." Iron Bull commands, he speaks with a bold voice and hiding his fear admirably well. "If you see any dead shit in the rooms, tell the mages immediately."

We all knew the captain is pissed scared and had a quiet chuckle to ourselves, but everyone followed and got to work.

The big qunari can still be seen teetering his feet at the front of the ship when we left.

"It's hard to believe we're barely half a days trip from Kirkwall." Commenting as his eyes stayed trained on the horizon. "You can still see hightown. Have you noticed yet, that the sun isn't in the right spot?"

Lex smirks, their captain is clearly trying to distract himself. "You know if we get lost out here, there'd be no way to send people to reach us."

"Lex! I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to scare the piss out of your captain." He furrows his brow, his voice sounding parched. "Get back to your patrol before I make you scrub our whole living quarters with your hairbrush."

Worth every bit of that reprimand.

"Point taken." Lex backs away, leaving with a big smile.

Top deck guard duty has been the most uneventful part of the job, the horizon as calm as a summer hiking day. The sun highest in the sky, and not one drop of salt water on the wood. Anywhere else they would lie down to take in the sun, though knowing that the hurricane that they pushed through to get here, they're likely in the eye of the storm.

The one peculiar sight they can find is that the ship's wheel seems to be missing, no sign of it ever being mounted on its base.

"Another 'wierd shit' job to tell Varric." Lex side eyes the missing wheel. "What's your take on this?"

Dalish shrugs. "Always so negative. Maybe the sailors whacked the wheel off with a stick."

"Sure. Sure. Probably knocked off with a bow too. Not like we already know this boat is cursed."

"They could have knocked it off to protect everyone on land."

"Always the optimist." Lex chuckles, he stretches out his stiffening shoulders. "But you do know that a spirit wouldn't need a wheel to steer the boat."

"Shush now." Dalish smirks, giving him a swift slap on the shoulder. "You should try hoping for things to go better, it’s possible."

It didn't take long for the rest of the Chargers to resurface. They needed the mages to burn away some corpses before they can turn undead. Stitches and Rocky staying topside, this time.

"I'm surprised you're coming downstairs with us." Lex says, trying to not giggle.

"I wouldn't much of a leader if I let my band do most of the fighting due to some demons." Bull grumbles, he still steadfast in drawing his axe.

"I never count the Iron Bull out of a good fight."

Everyone started with slow tiptoe steps into the lower deck. The scouting group has already informed everyone of the suffocating air below, feeling more alive than up top.

The floorboards creaks in ripples in the water, repeating like a pulse. Nothing aligning with their steps. It's difficult to tell the direction of the sounds.

"Through there. Be ready."

Krem leads us the first right door, immediately Lex, Dalish, and Bull winced. Though there is no smell, a few skeletons laid in this room. Decayed to nothing, not even a smell nor untarnished rags, there is nothing to identify them.

Lex feels the goosebumps rising up his neck, he didn't move any closer.

"Everyone, cover your noses or get clear." He raises his palm to set the bones ablaze.

It'd be pointless to recover anything from their bodies, now four centuries lost. There priority is to stop any demon possession from happening. If the Chargers get careless, then this will be their fate.

"Everyone doing good?" He asks.

"Swell." Krem replies, though clearly close to gagging.

Lex closes the door, ready to be rid of this room too.

"I hate to wonder how they passed on." Dalish sighs, lowering her palm with a flame still contained. "Some of them look at peace."

"You've noticed that too?" Lex raises his brows. "Everything's awfully neat for boat caught in a storm."

"Be on your guard, but try not to worry." Bull hushes."Focus on the bodies, us with blades will keep you two safe."

Both mages nodded, they split into two teams to check the next set of doors. Grim and Skinner follow behind Lex, exploring a supply room inside the ship. The creaking comes from this room too. The shelves still holds the former crew's rations, but not enough to rattle loudly. It's difficult to determine if there is an origin at all.

"Check this." Skinner snatchs a bottle. "Don't think anyone has Antivan vintage this rare."

"Who'd want to drink wine from a ghost ship?"

"It could still be good for a fire." Skinner adds.

Lex chuckles, somehow Skinner always comes up with the most amusing ideas.

They find more bodies on the far side of the room, leaving it to Lex throws another fireball at them.

After the bodies are burnt through, they hear a loud cracking sound coming from the wall they learned on.

"Pass me the bottle." Lex trains his eyes at that wall.

He throws the wine, a fireball ignites it. The fire should have spread to the walls, but it does not take. His flames smothering when meeting the wall, it let's free a grumbling. The owners clearly didn't like someone setting their home on fire.

Grim grumbles, disapprovingly.

"Think you made this it mad.” Skinner chuckles.

“What?” Lex raises a brow. “You would have done something different.”

“No. No.” She shakes her head. “I would have done the same thing.”

Lex snorts, somehow they've always been of the same mind.

The three are ready to leave this miserable room and rejoin the rest of their companions. Likely they'll want to know about the sound.

"Shit!" Bull is the first to run for answers, almost snapping Lex's back when demanding them. "Did you hear that sound? It sounded like a roar, ship's shouldn't be roaring?"

"Calm down. We all knew this ship wasn't normal, we needed to get out in the open."

The roar comes again from he far side of the hold, a hand constructed of stone reaches forward. The demons haunting this ship takes the form of golem, summoning more of its kind to push out it's intruders. Skeletons come from the rooms they hadn't checked, one of them wields a scimitar with a jewel and gold encrusted hilt. That's likely the former captain.

Worse yet is the swords flying free from the rooms they burned the corpses from, wielded by spirits taking the impression of humans. Their work has been shown fruitless, the demons have a liking for hosts without a pulse.

Atleast the monsters finally decided to come out of the shadows.

"Shit!"

Bull finally lets free of Lex's collar. He frantically begins hacking at the floating swords.

The abstract forms of the possessed swords fall easily, one strike from Bull's wide swing is all it takes to smother their connection to Thedas. Though their severed connection reestablish fast, another spirit pushes through the Veil and picks the sword back up.

Worse are the foes with more solid forms, slowly close the distance. The amorphous spirits were little trouble for their blades, the skeletons have an unnatural strength to them. Skinner dashes to cut more holes through their tattered leather armor, she is pinned to a wall when the demons lunges its bones in her direction.

Krem is close enough to shield bash the demon away.

The tight corridors give little room to maneuver, one misstep and the demons will overwhelm us. And will have even less room as the golem closes the distance.

“Bull!” Lex shouts, his blade sets ablaze surrounding spirits. ”We can’t stay here.”

“Bah!” Bull growls, his swinging gets his axe stuck to a wall. “We need more room. Everyone get upstairs!”

The Chargers retreated, Lex needing to run his blade through a skeleton blocking Grim from leaving. The whole team is able to see daylight, though the demons are close behind.

“Rocky! Clear the tunnels.” Bull commands.

When the last of the Chargers is safe enough distance, Rocky drops an explosive through the door. There is a bout of clattering and clinks from flying swords, it worked to clear some of their foes. It wasn’t enough to finish them off, the same roar from below deck is heard again.

The golem reaches out, it’s stone hands pull the rest of itself through the door. A scattering of spirits and skeletons follow behind.

Another bomb would have cleared them, but the golem is smart enough to use its giant body to shield its friends.

We continue our skirmish, the demons using the same strategy as before. It’s an effective one, the spirits are plentiful and cutting one down isn’t enough to stop the weapon from being reused. While the skeletons wait for the moment when fatigue sets in.

They’re now losing daylight with little to show of their battle.

“This isn’t working.” Bull grimaces, holding back a skeleton.

“Got any better ideas, Chief?” Krem shouts, striking down a few more spirits down. “Would be open to a Chargers high roller.”

“Just one. The golem is probably in charge. Get Lex and Rocky to it, blow up its head.”

"Got it." Lex and Rocky dash for the golem, the other Chargers clearing the path for them.

Grim and Skinner cut down the spirits in front. Krem and Stitches raise their shields, blocking the skeletons from reaching the runners.

"Dalish!" The mage pulls up icewalls, they have a direct line to the golem now.

The last thing that is now between them and the demon is the captain's skeleton, pointing its decorated sword at them.

Lex kicks up a fire jet, dropping his sword on the skeleton.

Rocky has his opening to throw his bomb in. After his sword runs through the skeleton, Lex sidestep to ignite the bomb with his fire magic. The explosion is massive, enough to cause Lex's ears to ring but it is able to crack the golem.

The demon is extricated from its homely pile of rocks, now fluttering for safety and something new to latch onto in the physical world. It make haste for Bull, the sudden flash scaring the piss out of the qunari. But for some unknowable reason, it flies past the horns and into his axe…

"Shit!"

The Iron Bull breaks into a cold sweat, his weapon uncontrollably flailing at the rest of the Chargers and too mortified to let go of his grip.

"It's got my axe!" Bull heaves, hiccuping every time the axehead drops. "Shit. It's on the tip of my blade! Its got a mind of its own! Help! Help!"

It's rare for demons to act like this much of a nuisance. Lex dashes under Bull's shadow, readying himself for the axe to land over him. He prepares a telekinetic spell for that exact moment, enough to knock it into the opposite direction.

"Let go!" He commands his captain, throwing his spell when safest.

The axe flung backwards, through the air, into the sea. Ridiculously, it still isn't enough to stomp the demon. The possessed axe gathers a watersprout. The long neck spreads out and freezing over into scales with a reptilian head enveloping the axe. A sea serpent, it's like an ex that won't leave you alone.

The boat starts to tumble, shaking like it's falling. Everyone tripping and losing their footing, head first onto the floor. It's likely that this boat dropped into the water, probably the first time the boat has actually been seaborne in years.

"This fucking demon really needs to die." Lex coughs, completely exasperated by their foe. "Bull, do you need my weapon?"

"I liked that axe, first time I had one perfectly balanced." Bull growls, seeming more angry than frightened now. "Thanks. Appreciate it. You never quite see a demons this tenacious, I'm wringing its neck."

Angry is not the right word. To be exact, he's got a hard on for fighting a sea serpent. Lex hands over his sword, Bull revels in this moment. Although he now needs a new weapon, he remembers the possessed ship captain carried an elegant one.

A scimitar, gem encrusted, more fashion piece than tool, that'll be the one. Lex finds it amongst the bones, picking up and igniting it with his fire magic. He's now ready for this grand final hunt, but not without some censorious looks from the others.

"You couldn't have set something else on fire?" Bull narrows his eyes. "Something more practical. Less lavish."

"We're moments from taking on a giant water lizard, why worry about ruining an expensive sword?" Lex trains his wicked grin at the giant beast. "It's much more fun this way."

"Can't say I disagree." Bull chuckles, he takes stance to point Lex’s sword. "Chargers! Go for its head, knock that thing back into the sea."

The sea serpent summons tentacles to defend itself, made the same way that its body was. The ice is made resilient by the magic, the Chargers hacking away at the appendages barely cut through them. By Dalish’s fire magic, she’s able to soften them enough to amputate. Lex’s flaming sword sword has been able to do similar, although one clumsy slash is enough to flash melt the ice.

It’s enough to splat his eyes, momentarily blinding him. He gets slapped down to the deck by one of its tentacles, striking with enough force to fling him to railing.

While picking himself up, he notices the rattling of their grapples hooks attached to the ship. He peaks over the edge to find that the researchers and ship captain are in a struggle with shades as well. He hacks off the hooks, freeing their longboat.

"Get to safety!" Lex shouts to them.

The Chargers will have to win against this demon to get home. At least now, they only need to worry for themselves.

“Bull, get me to its head.” Lex huffs.

The battle is now taking the air out of him.

“Gladly.” Bull nods, his axe slices through another of its icy tentacles.

The Chargers attack the neck. Fire weakening the ice, arrows chipping it away. Whenever close enough, the warriors swing their swords at it. It lets out meager scream unlike its earlier form. Eventually the head slumps itself enough for Lex to reach.

He puts the last of might into the fire enchantment. His scimitar’s blade becomes indistinguishable from starlight as it cuts through the serpent’s head. The demon’s head falls backwards, finally losing the will to fight. Its ice shatters, finally dropping the possessed axe into the sea.

The battle is finally over, and Lex is ready to vomit.

“Strange that after all that work, it’s our boat tugging us back to land.” Lex remarks.

“We are still missing the wheel to steer the ship.” Dalish adds.

“This boat’s old.” Bull points out. “It’s much faster to have our’s do the heavy lifting. The masts catch more wind.”

All the ship's anomalies have vanished, the demon probably took all its mana back when forming the sea serpent.

“Fair point.” Lex is finally able to kick his feet up, though Stitches keeps a watchful eye on his bandages after getting thrown by the sea serpent.

The Charger’s job is finished, but the researchers are still busy on their work. Studying the clouds, measuring wind speed, gathering data. It’s perfect time to learn more about weather patterns in this part of the sea.

“I’m glad you two are unharmed.” Lex waves to the researchers.

“Thank you for helping us when you did.” Minaeve grins back, her head seems stuck in her notebook. “And I’m grateful for you and Helisma.”

Lex turns his head to Minaeve’s companion, the tranquil?

“The demons avoided Helisma, she’s the one to guide our boat to safety.”

“Have you found anything interesting?” Lex asks.

He has trouble, shaking the feeling of being perturbed though he still has gratitude to the other researcher helping the Chargers.

“Something, yes.” Helisma nods, pointing out to the sea. “I spotted the glow of a unusually large lyrium deposit when we ran. We can’t be certain, but it’s possibly how the demon had so much control over this ship.”

“That’s certainly interesting.” Lex asks, wide eyed. “Is there anything more that we can learn?”

“Again, there’s no way to be certain. The demon is gone, its host sank to the bottom of the ocean and the deposit is too far out to excavate. We can only theorize.”

Lex sighs, it’s expected though dismal that there isn’t any good answers for this headache of a job. Still there is one last mystery that needs answering, Korpin wants her answers.

He makes his way to the hold again.

#dragon age dwc #Lex Lavellan #the iron bull #bull's chargers

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jazzajazzjazz · 2 years

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HORNS UP!

[FULL VIEW] [PRINTS] A little while ago I asked if there was interest for a giant Bull's Chargers poster and received kind a few positive responses so here it is! I hope you all like it--it was a ton of fun

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eluvianarts · 2 years

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Men of Thedas bust sketches (12/?) : The Iron Bull

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imagine-silk · 2 years

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Dragon Age Inquisition; Modern Summer Events

Eating with Sera outside

She will stab someone with her fork if they try to take her food. So it is the ultimate level of companionship when she takes a bunch of food from the kitchen and sets up a little picnic on the roof. She so casual about it too. You know better than to point it out, fast way to get her to stop. You'll watch people go by, snickering as they pass.

Beach reading with Josephine

A woman as proper and refine as her loves a good book to talk about. How the themes impacted the characters and plot, the overall structure, and the pros and cons. But sometimes you guys pick up absolute trash and mix some martinis. You're either spending your time in serious contemplative conversation or laughing your asses off at 50 shades of gray.

Concerts with Iron Bull the Chargers

Bull loves to take them out for any reason. Krem sets up meeting spots and code text phrases to make sure everyone stays on the same page, after that charming the hell out of everyone he meets. Grimm can be spotted silently enjoying himself, even if his face to a stranger looks sour. Dalish finds herself to the alcohol and showing off 'dalish archer tricks'. Rocky gets high and starts explaining to anyone and everyone how to make explosives with things they have (Bubblegum, vape pen, regular pen, anything). Skinner enjoys the music very enthusiastically starting a mosh pit. And Stitches enjoys himself responsibly, also carries to waters and first-aid kit. Bull can and will hoist you up on his shoulders.

Going to carnivals with Solas

He does quite like the mindless entertainment of it. If you buy fried foods for him he'll accepted joyfully. He has the taste of a child. (Hates tea and loves frilly cakes) Uses physics and magic to win at games. Has the pride to win all the prizes you look at for more than ten seconds.

#dragon age inquisition #dragon age imagine #Solas #josephine montilyet #iron bull #krem aclassi #bull's chargers #Sera #male reader #female reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral pronouns #gender neutral reader

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faierius · 1 year

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Some people always recruit Loghain. Some people never do.

Some people could never ever kill Anders. Some people always do.

But I think one thing we can ALL agree on is that you never EVER betray the Chargers.

#dragon age #bull's chargers

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sluttyquarantinetheory · 1 year

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I wish when you play as an elf e(specially a rogue archer) in Inquistion it would let you go along with Dalish's "old elven aiming trick" bit. Just heap some further bullshit on there.

#dragon age inquistion #dai #dalish #bull's chargers

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wanderingmirror · 2 years

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Spirit Of Empathy

Dragon Age: Inquisition

The Spirit of Empathy was a soul no one could really find. It was elusive and easily slipped away from those trying to find it. But many have claimed to have witnessed its work as it tried to ease the pain of those that crossed its path. But after too many attempts to capture and control it, the Spirit of Empathy vanished entirely, and the Spirits of Compassion took its place. Cole was one such Spirit, and like the others, could sense the Spirit of Empathy when a soul was in need of Compassion.

Discovering the fact that the Inquisitor was a Spirit of some type came as both a shock and a surprise to those who knew him. Though no one could figure out what type of Spirit he was, they still tried to keep the knowledge of that discovery away from him for fear of him disappearing. It had been left to Solas and Vivienne to discover what he was. The old library in Skyhold held many books containing past research on Spirits, the Spirit of Empathy among them, and it was found that you could identify a Spirit's nature by the habits they show.

From watching and conversing with the Inquisitor, it was found that he was either a Spirit of Compassion, or the long-vanished Spirit of Empathy. Cole was asked to look into his pains to see which. But the Spirit was not willing to hurt the Inquisitor simply to answer to the curiosity of the others. The Inquisitor was getting suspicious of their secretiveness. When the Inquisitor left Skyhold with Solas, Cole, and Cassandra, his inner circle decided to finally branch the question.

It was Cassandra who brought it up.

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"Inquisitor, have you ever met the Spirit of Empathy?" She asked. Cole flinched a bit and looked at him in worry. Solas was stoic as he too glanced at the other elf. The Inquisitor was silent for a long time, making Cassandra wonder if he had heard her. But when he simply smiled at her and nodded, it seemed to ease her. "I did once. The Spirit had helped my clan when I was younger. But other than that, I haven't seen or heard of it since." He said, voice carefully neutral.

Cole slowly nodded as if agreeing with him. Cassandra frowned. "What do you remember of its appearance?" She asked. The Inquisitor's hand, which had been stoking the fire, froze. He did not look at her for a few minutes, obviously deep in thought. "I was still young, so my memory of back then is fuzzy. Sorry." He apologized with a sad smile. He pulled back and stretched. It was late in the night, the moon bright above them.

He bid them good night and went to sleep leaning against the tree he sat beside. Cole looked at him with worry barely hidden in his eyes. "What worries you, Cole?" Cassandra asked, seeing his fidgeting. "He has a lot of pain. Not all of it is his own. But he refuses to express it. Burns and twists, louder than a war cry, but quieter than mice." The blonde Spirit said softly to not wake the brunette.

The Inquisitor curled up in his sleep. When morning came, Vivienne and the other mages of Skyhold arrived in a rush as they approached the castle. "I have finally figured out a way to test our theory!" Vivienne said as they entered the gates. The Inquisitor looked at them with worry. "Theory? What are you talking about, Lady Vivienne?" He asked cocking his head. Vivienne held out a hand and closed her eyes, saying something under her breath. Her spell formed a circle around him, and he yelped.

"Viv? What-," He was interrupted when the spell broke a charm on his hip. The others noticed it falling to the ground, Cullen picked it up. "What is this?" He asked the brunette. The Inquisitor was silent as he tried to take it back. But the barrier zapped him. Cullen took it to Vivienne, and she examined it closely. "It's a spell charm for blocking mental spells." She said as she looked at the Dalish brunette. The Inquisitor was starting to shake suddenly.

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{Warning for mental breakdowns?}

He could hear them again, hear the whispers. The cries for help, for mercy, for freedom. The broken cries of pain and suffering. Of anger and rage, fury and hatred. It overwhelmed him and he lifted his hands to his ears. But that did no good, they were no quieter than before. They began to get louder, even. The voices, he could hardly tell them apart from each other.

They called for Justice, but he wasn't the Spirit they needed.

They called for Compassion, but he wasn't the one for that either.

They called for so many different things that he couldn't help them with. So many emotions cried out, but he couldn't help them. He began to quietly beg for silence. But as the voices continued, he got louder and louder. Begging, pleading, and shouting for them to shut up. But the voices only drowned his own out into nothing but a drop of water in a sea. Tears fell from his eyes, and he fell to his knees. Curling up and trying to get them to be silent.

He began to hyperventilate, his vision going in and out of focus. His chest hurt, the places around his ears hurt, his head hurt. He couldn't hear the mages around him demanding he be put under a control spell. He couldn't hear Cole begging someone to help the brunette. He didn't see Varric running over to him in confusion, nor the fear and pain etched on Blackwall's face as he blocked anyone from getting closer to him.

All he could hear was the many voices of those he couldn't help. Those who had already died, who were dying, injured, or in pain. They were louder than those around him. He felt liquid starting to stain his hair, felt it run down his scalp as his nails dug into his skin. His consciousness began to vanish, and the edge of his vision blacken. He slammed his eyes shut and screamed in pain. In fear.

But even that was lost to the roar of the many others. When the charm he had made was placed back on the chain of his pants the voices slowly stopped and went silent. He sighed as he untensed and passed out. Falling limply to the left and into someone's arms. He would have to thank them when he woke up.

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When the Inquisitor passed out into Morrigan's arms, she was concerned for the blood matting his hair. She could hear his screams from the courtyard, hear his cries for silence. When she had gotten to the entrance of the castle, she had seen the crowd of mages and those of his inner circle just standing there doing nothing as he sobbed for help. Yet, no one helped him.

Solas was yelling at Vivienne, Varric trying to console Cole, Iron Bull arguing with Cullen, Cassandra was just staring at the Inquisitor in shocked silence. Blackwall was at least keeping the mages demanding the Dalish elf be contained away. Dorian was still in Teventor and Sera was nowhere to be seen. Morrigan ran down the stairs and snatched the charm she spotted in Cullen's hand, fixing it and getting past Blackwall without much force.

She winced at the pain she could see etched on the brunette's face as she reattached the charm to its original place. Slowly the Inquisitor settled down and his hands left his ears to rest on either side of his body. He fell limp and she pulled him into her arms to allow him to rest. She used healing magic to heal the crescent shaped wounds he had made around his ears. When someone got close to them, she glared at them. Her glare only easing when she saw it was Solas.

The older elf sat beside the Inquisitor and inspected the charm, frowning when he discovered something about it that seemed to bother him. "What is it?" She asked as she fixed how the Inquisitor was laying. "This charm blocks off mental magic. And it seems it blocks the constant flow of outside pain from reaching him. I suppose this means that after trying to help people for so long, it never fully stopped being so loud." He said softly.

Morrigan nodded and Solas let go of the charm. Cole ran over and gently placed his hand on the brunette's back. "Can someone tell me why this happened?" Morrigan asked as she looked around. When Solas filled her in on what they had discovered, she sighed angrily. She didn't want to start yelling as soon as she got the Inquisitor to rest. And right now, it looked like he needed it.

"I suppose we will have to talk about this when he isn't within hearing range. I don't want to wake him up when he just fell asleep." She motioned for Blackwall to help her take the brunette to his quarters. The grey warden gently picked the male up and started to carry him to his quarters while some of the chargers acted as a wall, keeping the mages wanting him contained away.

As soon as the group was out of earshot, Morrigan turned sharply to face them. "What in the hell is your problem?! Why in everything holy did you decide that you could just do something like that?! Especially to him of all people?!" She snapped and the others all flinched at the rage in her eyes. Solas was silent behind her, having the same protective anger that she did. No one spoke as the human mage spit fire at them.

A few of those who had wanted him contained lost the wind to their sails and curled into themselves like kicked dogs. But a few others still thought it best that the Inquisitor should be contained. They immediately were ordered to either shut up or leave. As the Inquisitor would not harm anyone who had not harmed him first. Though, Morrigan thought bitterly, they had rightly earned after causing the brunette so much mental harm.

She sighed and turned towards Cole, only to find that he and Varric both had vanished during her tirade. Morgan wondered if that was because Cole wanted to be close to the other Spirit. She then looked at Solas and he nodded, leaving her to deal with the others.

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When the Inquisitor woke up, it was to a splitting headache and raw throat. He groaned and sat up slowly. Finding Cole sitting beside the bed with his back leaned against it. Varric was sitting at his desk while writing. "V-Varric?" He asked softly. The dwarf looked over at him and smiled softly. "Hey, Kid, how are you holding up?" He asked as he stood and walked over. The Inquisitor lifted a hand to rub at his head.

"Feels like I was hit in the head by a rock. What happened?" He asked and Varric's eyes widened for a moment before they returned to normal. "What do you remember, exactly?" He asked and the Inquisitor thought back to before he had blacked out. The memory of earlier that day returned to him and he began to once again hyperventilate. Varric walked over and gently grabbed his arm to ground him.

"Easy, Kid. You're safe here. I doubt Chuckles and Morrigan are going to let them anywhere near you after the shit they put you through." He said as the Inquisitor tried to steady his breathing before it got worse. Luckily, he was able to do so before he passed out again. Hearing that Solas and Morrigan would come to his defense also eased the stress he felt. "You aren't scared of me?" He asked softly and Varric just chuckled.

"The way I see it, is that now we have two Spirits who know their way around better than we do. And now Cole has someone he can confide in when he feels he can't trust me or Solas." He said and that got a small smile out of the other. "Who fixed my charm?" the brunette asked. "That would be Morrigan. I'm sure if Chuckles hadn't been yelling at Vivienne, he would have but. As I said, he was busy yelling at her for breaking it."

The Inquisitor couldn't help but laugh at the image of Solas losing his temper over him. He felt a sense of happiness knowing the other male would help him. "I'll have to thank them." He says softly and Varric nodded before letting go of the brunette's arm. "Yeah, and you may want to thank Blackwall and the Chargers for getting you to your quarters too. I think the Chargers were about to shed blood when I saw their faces." He commented and the other male laughed softly.

"I'll remember to thank them for that. And thank you for helping Cole stay calm. I doubt it would have done anyone any good if both of us were breaking down like that." He said and Varric nodded again with a smile. "No problem." He patted the male's back as he moved to gather his things and head downstairs. "You may want to head down when you're ready. Morrigan and Solas have been worried ever since you passed out." He said as he left. The Inquisitor nodded and waved him goodbye.

The Inquisitor looked down at the still sleeping Cole, moving a bit to get the smaller male into the bed. Dorian wouldn't be back for another four days, so he doubted the other male would mind. That and the Inquisitor mostly saw Cole as something similar to a little brother. He needed the place right now more than the Teventor mage did. The Inquisitor sighed softly as he pulled the smaller Spirit to his chest and wrapped an arm around him.

Falling back to sleep with the calm sound of the wind through the windows and Cole's gentle breathing.

#dragon age inquisition #ocs #angst #varric tethras #dai #dread wolf #inquisitor lavellan #male inquisitor #dorian pavus #iron bull #vivienne de fer #cassandra pentaghast #morrigan dragon age #dorian x lavellan #dorian x inquisitor #bull's chargers #skyhold #original au #Spirit!Inquisitor AU

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soloragoldsun · 1 year

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Got some post-confession goodness with Talvan and Bull. I just love writing them as a mushy, affectionate, soft couple! Bonus points for supportive bestie Dorian!

#dragon age inquisition #fanfiction #ao3 #link #the iron bull #female lavellan #dorian pavus #talvan lavellan #cole #krem #varric tethras #cassandra pentaghast #bull's chargers

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platoniccereal · 2 years

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a scene on the wall with bull after the inquisitor went through demands of the qun and decided to sacrifice the chargers is pretty... interesting? everything bull does often has a meaning to it, and here he?? asks his boss to participate in the funeral? he never shows anger or grief, always says all the right things and tries to believe in them himself. and i think this funeral scene is rather a micro aggression or a tough lesson, the one bull allows himself and the one the inquisitor probably won't perceive as such. because bull practically makes the inquisitor to be in touch with his grief.

i believe bull could handle this alone perfectly well. i believe he even would like to do it that way – knowing how reserved he is. or if he wanted the proper funeral for his guys, there could be more people. but the only person he asks is the one who's directly responsible for this decision. and, i guess, bull wants them to remember it. to understand the weight of their decision so the chargers won't stay a distant pile of bodies for the inquisitor, but the ashes they scattered.

#iron bull #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #demands of the qun #bull's chargers #my post

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catebeesart · 1 year

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Dalish for the unhinged bingo >:)

Theee Dalish?? she's so cool I wish she was in more scenes I would be much more unhinged if that were the case

#dalish #bull's chargers #unhinged character bingo #bees talk

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bluewren · 7 months

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Hi Wren! For this week can I ask for "dracolisk scales" for Lex and the Chargers???

Hii Mel!! I wanted to write Bull going on a small quest for the Inquisitor, and his impression of Lex. Don't know where to put it yet, but I'm thinking about putting it into a collection of other Adventures with the Chargers. @dadrunkwriting wc: 740

For two nights, Bull and the Chargers tracked a dracolisk through the Fereldan Wilderness. Tracks, carcasses, even scales are a sign of the animal’s presence. Every bit of it had to incinerated, the red lyrium grows on anything living. The scales were the simplest way to track it, the dracolisk’s shedding cycle appears to be accelerating.

Frederic said that the red stuff was devouring it from the inside, the scales falling off when scratching at its wound and further spreading through the dracolisk rabidly chomping on anything it sees.

Adan was the first to notice the strange surge of red lyrium in this area, it all began when the trees all suddenly started to whither.

They think it started when a Red Templar got pissy, and took it out on the local wildlife. It wouldn’t be the most unbelievable thing to happen, though no one is sure. That’s for the bookworms to figure out, if the Inquisitor gets lucky she’ll have time to bury her head in papers too. Everyone has their hobbies.

Bull’s Chargers just do the fun part. The dracolisk seemed to have wandered into an alcove for shelter, if they’re luck the Chargers will be able to end their night early and celebrate.

Skinner and Krem were the first to go in, they’ll look for prints and return back.

“They found the drake.“ The Iron Bull barely held in his grinning as his axe slid off his back, the smooth silverite barely keeping cool. “Chargers, let’s smash something.”

“Wait.” Lex held him back by his chest, his elven hands felt like a soft squeeze when he pushed. “We’re just taking it, head on?”

“That’s the plan, we go in and take its head off.” Bull pushed back.

“It’s infected with red lyrium, Bull.” Lex furrowed his brows. “We’re risking a lot by rushing in.”

“You’re a bit of a spoil sport sometimes.” Bull grumbled, still willing to lower his axe. “What do you have in mind?”

“Do we still have that war bow?” Lex asked, smirking in a way that seems as mischievous as his sister.

The Chargers took their place by the walls of the alcove, Krem is above everyone. Of course, Lex stood front of us all. Should have suspected that smug elf would make himself, the most important piece.

Lex’s magic ignites the edge of his sword into a blaze. He dashes at the dracolisk, almost flying like a comet. The first swing of the mage’s sword connects, the exposed red stained skin of the dracolisk sizzled. It has the stench of firewood from a bog, at least the plan works, blood didn’t spatter elsewhere.

He’s keeping his distance with every strike he lets out, he skips away and runs for the corners. Maybe throwing a fireball if he has the distance. Helps that the dracolisk doesn’t seem to react as fast, probably in too much pain to.

Lex doesn’t claim it, but he’s as flashy as most the other mages Bull knows. The light show instead is in his sword he likes to carry and fancy footwork. It’s a good thing that Lex doesn’t brag about it, the thought having another Dorian or Vivienne makes Bull shiver. Not that he has anything against them.

Good too, that he’s working for dirt cheap.

Krem finally lets out an roped arrow from his war bow, it pierces the dracolisk’s hide clean through the ribs. It’s now staggered, moments enough to allow Krem to tie the other end of the rope to a stalactite. Now the Chargers are finally allowed to have their fun.

“Chargers! Go for the kill.” Bull points his fingers at the battered beast.

He lets the Chargers rush in and finish business by themselves, instead attending to the one most fatigued from starting the fight. The elf barely takes a second to catch his breath and needing to lean on his sword as he did, still he’s already itching to lift it up and go back to battle. Bull throws his arm around Lex’s shoulders before he can.

“Smartass.” He snickers, crunching the elf his arm in a tight squeeze. “Enjoyed your time being the big shot?”

“It worked, didn’t it?” Lex chuckles, it sounding like wheezing.

“It did.” Bull nods, hugging Lex tighter. “Just don’t keep showing off, we don’t need to confuse everyone on runs things here.”

Nor will it work, every time but tonight Lex can have his victory.

#dragon age dwc #lex lavellan #bull's chargers

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