#red templars

[sns315]

Hawke did NOT like Dragon Age: Absolution

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #dragon age inquisition #dragon age absolution #dragon age spoilers #dragon age hawke #red lyrium #dragon age varric #garret hawke #marian hawke #dragon age meme #meredith stannard #red templars #da2 #dragon age dreadwolf #da: dreadwolf #da: absolution #da:2 #da:ii #da:a spoilers #da:i #da: inquisition #varric tethras #absolution spoilers

[veshialles]

Okay I just want to say that the Red Templars seeking out Meredith's petrified body and somehow reactivating her to become their new leader after Corypheus was defeated is such a delicious parallel to how the darkspawn are compelled to seek out the Archdemons to awaken them and follow the commands of their tainted god, and I am living for it

#dragon age absolution spoilers #dragon age #origins #exodus #inquisition #absolution #corypheus #meredith stannard #darkspawn #red templars

[championsandheroes]

You know what I'm impressed by? Corypheus picking up a modern language the very moment he returned to the living. Imagine how badly things would have gone for him if he wasn't a linguistic genius.

And yes, that is aurebesh.

We do our best not to anger powerful, ancient mages over at Patreon and society6.

#champions and heroes #dragon age inquisition #corypheus #samson #Calpernia #red templars #ancient Tevene is old you guys #real old #like older than the Old English we see in Beowulf #linguistic complication is and remain something that I just can't quite let go of #and I wish more stories played with them tbh #Mass Effect should have had side mission where everyone's translators broke is what I'm saying #it would have been fantastic

[dragon-age-codex-entries]

Codex entry: Red Templar Foot Soldier

"Do you remember when I was tracking some mages hiding in the mountains? I found those red templar heretics attacking them; the templars turned on me as well. The soldiers looked like normal men and women, but they rained down blows so hard it numbed my arm through my shield. It took me three minutes to kill just one, and he only stopped when I cut off his head! That's when I saw their leader: a huge, misshapen knight. He made a gesture and a streak of light streamed from him into one of the soldiers. Red lyrium burst through the soldier's back; he changed into some kind of thing that made the mages all sick.

I still don't know how we survived. These mages are children and frightened scholars, hiding from the war after their Circles fell. Still, if one of them wasn't a healer, I'd have lost my sword arm."

—Letter from a templar knight who left the Order, to her husband

#dragon age #codex entry #letters and notes #creatures #red templars #soldiers

[swindlefingrs]

samson clawing himself out of his own grave once he hears meredith is in command of the red templars

#dragon age absolution spoilers #dragon age absolution #raleigh samson #red templars

[captainpissofff]

Entire timeline of ASSASSIN'S CREED

#assassin's creed #games #timeline assassin's Creed timeline #ac 1 #black flag #unity #assassin's creed iii #rouge #red templars #templars #history

[storybookhawke]

“Babe? Are you okay? You’ve barely stepped on your Dragon Age: Inquisition Red Templar Welcome Mat”

#dragon age inquisition #sbh #red Templars

[metal-requiem]

Okay, so I finished Absolution and first of all, I’m so happy it came out well and not like. uh. We Don’t Talk About That Series, Actually.

Anyway, I can’t stop thinking about Meredith, though. Like, the implications of her consciousness floating around in a chunk of red lyrium for years is fascinating. First of all, that means Xenon just. Had her as a roomie for a little while and let’s be real, he probably knew she was conscious, so that’s hilarious. Not the point.

So, we know that the blight has that fun little habit of circumventing permanent death, right? The archdemons do it and so does Corypheus. Since we only ever saw them do the blighted resurrection thing, it’s sort of just been implied that only the OGs of the blight can utilize it for immortality. But, like, isn’t that what Meredith is doing here?

If we assume that the channel for the soul swap or whatever it is is the blight (which is a fair assumption, and basically canon fact) then really, any soul attuned with the blight strongly enough can use it to keep their consciousness burning beyond death. Up until this point, that’s only been the original magister(s) and the blighted old gods. They also have the magical know-how or prowess or whatever to see it through fully as well, to fully possess another being, be it darkspawn or grey warden.

Meredith has no inherent magic, so she wouldn’t know how to follow through, BUT obviously she had some sort of connection with the blight strong enough to keep her “alive”. So, she’s stuck in some sort of stasis; the midway point in the blighted resurrection cycle. And I mean, if you REALLY want to stick with the whole “only OGs can do it” thing, technically Meredith falls into that category as the first red templar.

Which btw, does this mean that the especially powerful red templars could also be conscious in a crystal? Samson would fall into that category, wouldn’t he? He was highly attuned to the red lyrium, but still “conscious”. Meredith was certainly driven a little mad by the red lyrium, but she wasn’t mindless. The same was true of Samson.

I don’t have a point here and I’m well aware that this is barely comprehensible, but this shit is fascinating. Basically,

#dragon age #dragon age absolution #dragon age absolution spoilers #meredith stannard #red templars #red lyrium #dragon age theory #(is that valid. can i call it a theory if i dont actually have a point to make)

[moontheoretist]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT. That is... THAT IS! Since DAI introduced the Red Templars I was wondering. I was curious why she was turned into a statue, while the rest of them somehow functioned. BUT NOW, NOW WE HAVE A GODDAMN PROOF THAT MEREDITH STANNARD IS ALIVE! And oh boy, all the Andraste-like design of her is now put to the use. SHE IS WAGING WAR AGAINST TEVINTER, HOLY CRAP.

#dragon age #dragon age absolution #dragon age absolution spoilers #meredith stannard #red templars

[themaeveschild]

My people had a saying long ago - "The healer has the bloodiest hands." You cannot treat a wound without knowing how deep it goes. You cannot heal pain by hiding it. You must accept. Accept the blood to make things better. You have taken the first step. That is the hardest part.

#maeveschild’s art #dragon age #procreate #solas dragon age #saarabas #mythal #dai inquisitor #red templars

[theluckywizard]

In the Shattering of Things Chapter 35: In Your Heart Shall Burn

I've written as far as the Elder One in my DA:I longfic In the Shattering of Things featuring Rose Trevelyan x Cullen and Rose Trevelyan x Garrett Hawke.

Chapter 35: In Your Heart Shall Burn

Summary: Rose and her companions push out into Haven to distract the enemy long enough for Cullen's soldiers to aim and launch the trebuchet. The enemy is thick within Haven's walls and her party can barely hold against them. When Rose breaks away to draw attention from her friends and the trebuchet the Elder One himself comes for her.

Illustration by me!

Excerpt below:

Impulse fails me again. I break away to the right to distract the horde, hoping I’m quick enough.

“It’s the Herald!” I hear as I streak past the enemy. “Catch her!” I’m fast, but if my crew saw me leave they haven’t caught up with me yet. But I have the attention of the templars, the word ‘Herald’ rippling across the enemy forces as turned heads and turned weapons. I’m knocked roughly to the ground from behind and then jerked onto my back, grasped by a fistful of my armor. Another abomination of corruption has me pinned, a furious, shrieking growl breaking over me like a lament. What is left of the templar who’d become this stares down at me with glittering vermilion eyes, spires of red lyrium jutting from its pale flesh, growing from masses of scar tissue around it. I clench my teeth together, but whimpers of disgust and fear escape me as it holds me effortlessly against the wet snow. There’s nowhere to recoil to.

“Rose!” I can hear their distant, searching cries, but they’re too distant. I’d gone too far. But I have the enemy’s attention, and the trebuchet can turn. The creature over me glances up in response to the panicked calls of my companions, its movements jerking with impossible speed and then its attention returns to me. It reaches it up behind its withered head inside a templar  helmet, snaps a pointed shard of lyrium and sinks it deep into my left shoulder.

The dissonant song of the substance floods my mind with its power immediately, like a ringing in my ears but more piercing, more disorienting. The fire of corruption spreads from the wound, or perhaps it’s just pain. I’ve never been stabbed before. Not like this. The lyrium sears me from within and immobilizes me even after the creature slumps away, snapping the crystal in my shoulder when a bolt pierces its skull. I don’t believe it’s pierced through into the ground, but I can only muster movement in my forearm and hand. 

“Andraste’s tits, Rose! What–” Varric’s voice follows the bolt but it’s soon drowned out by the guttural roar of the dragon which sweeps low over us. I turn my head enough to see Varric and Solas attempting an approach, but the templars are overwhelming in number, forcing them back from me. The dragon circles above and dives, demolishing the inner fortification with a sweep of its great claw, blocking the path to the southern Trebuchet. I have to get up, I have to get free. 

But the dragon steps toward me with an enormous man– no– creature– atop it and the enemy parts around me to make way. I roll up onto my good elbow and watch my fate arrive, here to deliver me to death or possibly something more atrocious.

I’ve felt evil like this before. From my earliest age. The indiscriminate destruction of innocence. And here it rides in on a dragon.

The Elder One.

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[roguetrevelyan]

Champions of the Just, part III.

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#that mind game with envy as cullen is so freaky but so well done #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #da:i #dai #dragon age gifs #dai gifs #dragon age gif set #inquisitor trevelyan #everleigh trevelyan #trevelyan #oc trevelyan #cullen rutherford #commander cullen #cullen x trevelyan #leliana #josephine montilyet #champions of the just #red templars

[plisuu]

Happy Whumptober! I'm a little late with the sharing, but I decided I'd try to tackle a promptober this year. Days 1-5 are up on Ao3 - mind the tags.

Rating: M

Relationship(s): Cullen x Male Trevelyan, Post-breakup Solas x Male Trevelyan (Queerplatonic)

General Warnings: Whump, Angst, PTSD, Flashbacks, Lyrium Addiction/Abuse, Torture, Captivity, Drugging, Restraints, Body Horror, Graphic Description of Blood and Injuries

Individual chapters contain additional warnings.

Connor Trevelyan is brought back to Skyhold after being rescued from the Red Templars in Emprise Du Lion. His recovery goes less than smoothly, riddled with flashbacks and nightmares as his companions find themselves in a race against red lyrium.

Day 1 below the cut:

Day 1: Safety Net wc: 1057 "But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps."

Connor stirred, his body heavy with exhaustion and… mostly exhaustion. It was a struggle to open his eyes at all. Everything was too bright, too sharp, too painful and heavy and Maker he was so tired. Had he slept? When was the last time he really slept anyway? Time had been a blur, day and night blended into an eternity in the dark, only able to tell the passing of hours by the schedule of the red templars that traded shifts outside the cell door.

Now? The world was blinding, sun scattered over snow and filtered through glass. What did he remember? Shouting, swords hitting shields, cutting flesh, the clamber of armor, the soft glow of magelight, and then pain. Excruciating pain. There was nothing else after that. Before all of that even? Only more pain. He tried to block it out, the hum of red lyrium, blood on stone, on fiber, on steel—his mouth flooded with the taste of it, and he lurched to the side, heaving.

A warm, heavy hand pressed against his shoulder, another smoothed his hair back, and he choked, a sob wracked with pain and sick and fear. Every movement was met with burning strain. He was too heavy, he felt like lead, every movement sluggish, every attempt to get away from those hands was too weak and he couldn’t think, and the room was too damn bright and—

“Fuck. Hey, it’s alright. You’re going to hurt yourself, just breathe, okay?”

The low rumble of Bull’s voice washed over him, so close, and yet…. He couldn’t trust it, shouldn’t trust it. Another dream—or nightmare, what was the difference at this point? But he stilled anyway, afraid of what might happen otherwise. He heard a quiet sigh from the other side of him, a whisper of breath.

“Pain if I don’t obey. Pain if I do, but then it will stop. I can breathe, I can’t break, I must breathe and wait and they will come for me. This isn’t them, they will come. They have to.”

“Hey kid, I don’t think that’s—”

The voice was closer, Conner felt a cool hand on his cheek, the brush of fabric, the shade of a wide brim blocking the sunlight that streamed in from the windows.

“We came. We found you. You’re home. Safe. Skyhold. The Iron Bull is here, and me, and I am not a demon. Solas is coming to help stop the singing.”

The room was silent then, aside from Connor’s labored breath. He considered the words, his surroundings, and opened his eyes, slowly. A pale face peered down at him, a look of focused concern on his features, stringy blonde hair clinging to the frame of his gaunt face, a figure no demon had been able to parse from his memories.

“… Cole,” Connor managed, his voice a hoarse croak. He grimaced at the sound, and then flinched at the pain that the expression caused him, the world beginning to spin as he grew lightheaded from the effort. He sucked in a sharp breath that crackled in his lungs, and agonizing pain radiated through his chest. It was an endless cycle of breathing and pain feeding into each other until he forced his mind to empty, focusing on his fluttering pulse and some silently repeated words of the Chant, inaudible and hardly formed. Eventually, the burning ebbed into a dull ache and Cole pulled his hand away.

“Yes,” The boy finally replied. “I found you, in the Fade, but Dorian found you first, and then Cassandra, and then The Iron Bull. Cullen wanted to be there, but the red made it hard. He will be happy you’re awake, I should—”

“Cole, don’t. Not yet. It will only cause the Commander more pain, to know but not be able to see him.”

The door shut softly, accompanied by the quiet footfalls of bare heels and worn leather on carpet alongside the clinking of bottles filled with liquid.

"Please inform Cassandra that the Inquisitor is awake, though," Solas continued.

Cole nodded glumly before simply disappearing, and the elf took his place, hovering over where Connor lay as Bull shifted to accommodate his presence.

“I can only save you from certain death so many times, Inquisitor,” Solas chided him, the words stern but not unkind, gentle yet guarded, a light jest to conceal the worry. Connor closed his eyes again, trying to will away the pinpricks of tears that threatened to spill. He couldn’t cry, he couldn’t show weakness, not here, not now, not after already having his dignity shattered by requiring rescue. Not after Weston wrung every ounce of vulnerability from him and used it against him. Not after Solas had already quietly left him alone and floundering in Crestwood, unsure of what he had done wrong. He swallowed around the lump in throat and kept his eyes closed.

Solas placed a cool cloth over his forehead and pulled some of the blankets aside, seemingly content to ignore the turmoil that roiled away inside him. All of that was forgotten, however, as Solas began to carefully unwrap bandages from around his torso that were stiff with blood and stuck to the skin in numerous places. Bull helped, murmuring quiet reassurances as he propped Connor up, but most of them were either lost in the pain or possibly in Qunlat, Connor wasn’t sure. All he knew was how much it hurt, and he hissed in pain and tensed, but did not move. He had suffered worse.

“That looks… bad,” Bull grunted.

“There is still red lyrium in the wound,” Solas replied. “It is a miracle we found you when we did, Inquisitor. Any longer and… The infection has progressed quite a bit, but is still manageable. The lyrium’s growth, however, while not as bad as it could be given the circumstances, is not insignificant. It will be difficult to remove.”

Connor didn’t reply. He couldn’t. ‘Looks bad,’ did not begin to cover the gashes and raw scabbing that covered him, angry and weeping, or the faint glow of red that spiderwebbed beneath bruised and mottled skin, spreading from a significant wound in his side that still bled freely. He felt himself going lightheaded as Solas continued to speak, his limbs going slack. He heard Bull swear, and then the world spun and went dark.

#whumptober 2023 #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #red templars #my writing #whump #angst #i apologize for nothing

[dragon-age-codex-entries]

Codex entry: Horror

"Presley:

Whatever you do, don't get too close to those red templars with giant lumps on their backs. They can "spit" lyrium! You can actually see it growing before they fling it at you from their palms. One hit Henley in the face. (He'd have a mass of scars if I hadn't been there to heal the wounds as we plucked the stuff out.) We started to beat it down with some spells, and the air went sour. I felt sick, like you do when you're around too much raw lyrium. Lyra almost passed out. I grabbed her and ran. With luck, the thing found better prey than us.

I never loved the templars, but seeing them mutilated with lyrium doesn't give me any cheer. I don't understand why they'd inflict this on themselves.

Jahna"

#dragon age #codex entry #letters and notes #creatures #red templars #red lyrium #templars

[nelkenbabe]

because here’s the thing the statue was clearly moved from the gallows courtyard, and from the wide shot in the show it looks like she was moved to a fortress just outside of kirkwall

last we heard, according to varric during da:i, she was still there, so

- was she moved by someone into storage someplace cause meredith was causing too much horror in ppl and they wanted to move on from the memory? - if that happened, did somebody (red templars?) smuggle meredith from storage to this fortress? - and if THAT happened, maybe varric, upon returning to kirkwall to commission reconstruction, wouldn’t want to know where the meredith statue was moved cause of bad memories. i find it much likelier, however, that with his experiences with bartrand, the idol, red lyrium, red templars, etc. he would want to know exactly where anything related to the topic was, especially the meredith statue itself. he might not *want* to know. but he *has* to know

- or, was she moved after varric came back to kirkwall? or even after he became viscount? in which case i absolutely think he would know where she was. because if somebody STOLE the meredith statue, they didn’t take it very far, she would be easy as fuck to find right there in the fortress right outside the city gates like?? wouldn’t red templar activity be detected by ships coming in and out of kirkwall harbor? wouldn’t varric know???

was that fortress considered storage for the creepy red lyrium knight commander statue??

if there are any more ideas please share, i may or may not be losing it

#dragon age absolution #dragon age absolution spoilers #meredith stannard #varric tethras #red templars