Hello and welcome to my detailed descriptions of what I assume things in the Dragon Age universe taste like! Part one of probably many, and feel free to comment requests of even the most unhinged items. I have an oral fixation and chewing problem, so chances are that I would find out anyway if I were living in Thedas.
I'll start out with the basics!
Elfroot;
Herby and slightly bitter. There would be a sort of richness and iron-y taste, similar to that of spinach, but likely much softer. I'd also wager that there's a slightly minty tingle or freshness as well.- When brewed into a tea, health potion, or tincture, it would likely deepen the bitter taste and bring out the tingling. Like angry, unsweetened mint tea and spinach water.
Deep Mushroom;
Probably a bit like woodear mushrooms or Morels. Earthy, fluffy, and ever so slightly mineral enriched. Some might complain that it tastes like dirt, but that's probably because they aren't washing their foragables well enough. Still, there's a slightly musty taste to it, for lack of a better word; but velvet certainly comes to mind when eating it. Regardless, you're sure to get a burst of energy after eating.
*Blue* Lyrium powder;
I wanna eat this shit so bad, I wish I was kidding. It's a very fine, sparkly blue powder that looks ever so slightly crunchy. What's not to love? I would attempt to eat a fistful of this and probably die. Regardless, I feel like it would taste sort of.. Lightning-y. Like a rich mineral, for sure. But also sort of like sparkling water or TV static. It would feel warm and fuzzy in the mouth, like when you're trying to plug your charger into an outlet in a dark room and accidentally shock the shit out of yourself because you can't see what you're doing. I feel like lyrium potions would taste very similar, but diluted and maybe slightly sweet.
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Got some potted alchemy ingredients available!
A potted Nirnroot (available here)!
And a potted Elfroot (available here), because we all need to hoard Elfroot in real life too, right? — These were really fun to make, especially the dirt and rocks. 😅
If you repost anywhere, please credit me wherever you do so. I put a lot of work into my pieces. ✨💀🎨
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Elfroot - Stories of Thedas Day 13
Dragon Age Inqusition
Lavellan & Adraste; Fen’Harel
Aredhel takes a break from her Keeper training to enjoy a little well-earnt Elfroot in her favourite hide-away spot - or, she does until something, or someone, attempts to contact her.
So, I was gonna stop #StoriesOfThedas cos I was SO behind, but I loved this one. This is my last one, though, so I can focus on other fics, but I had a lot of fun with them! I like that this one had ended up bookending them with ‘Lyrium’, too </3
CW: recreational drug use (Elfroot, mild)
(On Ao3 here)
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Her back slipping down the white of the stone, Aredhel folded and drooped into the cradling nook of the statue furthest from her clan’s camp. The young First had spent the day deep in study until her skull was aching from the pressure of it, like overstuffed luggage or a badly packed awning. She needed to unwind, and her Keeper had slyly turned a blind eye as she’d picked her route, and roots, to go do just that.
The smoke’s woody, herbal smell was as effective as the plant itself, telling her senses immediately that now was time for peace. She closed her eyes, letting the gentle sensation roll through and around her, opening her up to the woods and the world beyond, and it to her. Sunk low against the statue, one leg crossed high over the bent knee of the other, she was a semi-circular slump of comfort and temporarily shirked duties.
The elfroot carried her, and she drifted with it.
The sun was low in the sky, its rays splitting against the branches of the canopy as it flowed through them, its beams separated from each other like a river parted by stones. Each one gilded the air, its golden glow cast amongst the soft greens of fresh leaves, of young spring; the world was taking a breath, ready for newness. The white stone at Aredhel’s back began to heat.
The young elf let her consciousness drift, her attention floating between the details around her, a seedling on the breeze. She felt as though she could sit like this statue, until the plants grew over her and she was one with the woods: her senses traveled towards the sound of birds scratching in the branches; the air through the bracken and grass; the murmur of her clan’s activity somewhere in the distance.
She wondered what it was like, to be of the clan and yet far from it, back turned to it yet never leaving it behind. Idly, her hand patted the stone paw beside it, her Keeper’s ring knocking silver against stone.
As she drifted, she felt it again. A pull.
It began softly, a part of the trees' whispers, just one more voice as the wind and the woodland spoke to itself. Yet as she sat, each bird and trunk making itself known within the collective, living being around her, one whisper rose above the rest. It was no louder, but it was clearer, distinct, both of the earth and yet somehow separate from it. It had no sound, and yet the elf could feel that it was female.
Yes?, she thought, impatient. Always, this presence was making itself known, fading quietly into the peripheral of her attention, and yet it never spoke.
What are you, a spirit? I'll make no bargain. You can stop all this.
She heard nothing, yet as the sun lit her eyes, warming and redding her closed lids, she began to feel as though she saw the impression of a face. A woman, peaceful beside a fire. No. In a fire? Arehdel frowned. As she watched, other images came with it, not visible so much as the idea of them rising into her mind: stone buildings like the human cities her clan avoided, yet not quite like any she'd ever seen; a sense of unknown earth beneath her feet; a warmth filling her palm; the smell of elderflowers; a green light.
She threw her eyes open, a brandished door banishing the intruder. "Whatever you are, you will not have me," she warned aloud, to make sure the spirit got the point. Something was definitely here. In response to her declaration, it - she - grew knowingly amused.
It felt gentle, benevolent. But Aredhel knew better than to trust that.
With an idle sigh, she rose, she stretched and stepped away from the statue that had been her nest. She had been taught too well to dally around for demons to make sport of. Her head was still comfortably clouded by smoke, whilst her feet made certain to stay on sure ground.
"I blame you for all this," she joked to the statue, stepping away from the white wolf. Fen'Harel, in all his faded severity, did not answer. Chuckling and patting the trickster on the head, the young First stepped away from her refuge place and strange visions, and wandered safely back to the heart of her clan.
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da2 but flemeth has a big campy musical number
da2 but cassandra is the admin of a popular varric tethras book fan forum (she banned varric for criticizing swords & shields)
da2 but hawke's face is actually covered in delicious strawberry syrup
da2 but narrated by gamlen
da2 but fenris is played by a muppet
da2 but everyone except cullen is a muppet
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