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blarrghe · 23 days
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haven't promoted this story in a minute because idk I got tired of tumblr and took a sort of break. Tomorrow I will be posting ch. 14, which is halfway through the story, so it's a great time to pick up...
The Hunter The Snake and the Fox
Rating: M | Category: M/M | Words: 27 081 | Chapters 13/28
Summary:
When Magister Dorian Pavus' expedition meets unexpectedly with a clan of unhappy Dalish elves, First Taren Lavellan may be the unhappiest among them. Unhappier still to be put to the task of helping to see his quest through. This is the tale of how a fortnight in the forests of the Free Marches can change everything.
And here's a long snippet from Ch. 3 for some Drama:
A sliver of light shone briefly in from a crack in the tent, and a leather-clad elf stomped through it. The elf barked something out towards the tent flap, and before Dorian could muster more than a groan, he stomped out again. Dorian blinked a few times after the fading blur of light.
Minutes went by. Possibly hours. Dorian’s head hurt. He tugged on the binds at his wrists, bending them uncomfortably this way and that. It only seemed to tighten them, so he stopped. His head began to clear. More time passed. He attempted to count the minutes. When the elf returned again, Dorian managed a few inquiring calls for attention. Things like, “Where are the others?”, and, “damnit, I’m talking to you!” His calls went ignored.
The elf poked his head back out into the bright daylight beyond the dark tent, and shouted something in grumpy Elvhen. Another elf soon pushed through the flap, they stomped grimly forward together, and then one on either side hoisted Dorian up by the elbows. 
Dorian’s legs were half asleep and still bound, painfully tingling with each jostling step as the two elves dragged him forward. He groaned. The elf on his right barked back something he was sure was an insult. His unwilling legs were dragged on.
Dorian did his best to make his case for answers and mercy as they went. “We have no qualms with you," he pleaded, " I know Tevinter hasn’t historically been kind to your people, but really, this expedition wants nothing to do with you, so if you’d simply let us go on our way…” 
Sharp grunt. 
“You’re making a huge mistake. Kill me, and you’d be inviting a war, do you have any idea who I am?” 
Angry Elvish epithet. 
“Dorian of house Pavus,” he said proudly, “ Magister Pavus as of recently, I have a fortune, you could be handsomely rewarded and —”
Big knife.
“— and a wife! And children! Please!” 
The big knife pressed closer to his throat. There was a bandage there already. 
“Alright! So I don’t have children, or a wife, but I am engaged, and —”
Dorian was shoved through a tent flap by the elf holding the knife, who wound up at his back as his second captor pushed his unstable and bound legs down into a kneel.
“Relax, shemlin,” said a low voice. 
Thank the Maker, Dorian thought, blinking now at the woven mat he’d been forced upon, its zigzagged pattern slowly coming into view in his still foggy vision. Finally, here was someone who spoke the Trade speech. King's Tongue, they called it in the south. Crude. In Tevinter, the nobility still had its own.  
Dorian’s eyes rose from the ground to take in warmly lit canvas walls draped in soft pelts and colourful woven blankets. He knelt near a smouldering fire pit. Smoke was rising up through a narrow hole in the tent’s roof. Through its haze, in a grand and intricately carved wooden seat, sat a man. The man stood, and Dorian watched leather-wrapped feet pace forward, around, circling him. There were more seats, less grand but still intricately carved, all around the fire pit. None sat in them except for one old woman. She sat still and proud, squinting at him through the smoke. 
Dorian lifted his gaze all the way up to the face of the man who was just now finishing his pacing examination of him. An elvhen mage stood before Dorian with his staff planted firmly on the ground between them. He was not tall, but stood in towering regalness over Dorian all the same. His posture was straight, his shoulders strongly set and covered with a heavy green cloak woven through with threads of blue and gold. He wore his deep auburn hair in a long, thick braid hung over one shoulder, and he held his carved, spiralling wooden staff in both hands, emanating power. 
“You are Master Pavus ,” said the standing elf, speaking down to him. 
“Master Pavus was my father,” Dorian replied, flashing the man a winning smile, “as I am evidently your prisoner, it seems only fitting that you simply call me Dorian.” 
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These guys last cos i'm still trying to figure them out properly :')
(left to right: Noya Tabris, Robin Hawke, Taren Lavellan)
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serphena · 2 years
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Dha'veira Lavellan, cause I have no self-control
daughter of the Keeper of the Lavellan clan, who journeys from clan to clan in search of ancient knowledge, magic and traditions, mentor and teacher to Lena and Taren, Theo's liiiiiittle childhood crush
stoic, calm, loves books, doesn't really do that well with social interactions (prefers to be alone most of the time), enjoys looking at birds
joined thanks to her mother's request, in case she had any bits of information that could help Theo and his quests, even after officially joining she was leaving for some time here and there (became an agent)
and since you all said it, alright I'll bite Blackwall said heart eyes when she stumbled into the Inquisition thank you for coming to my ted talk
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devilbrakers · 1 year
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7 or 8 for Zath my beloved. These two would be soo interesting to read. No pressure ofcourse xx
thank youuuuu soraya 💞 this was more fun than i thought it'd be fjdskl
oc codex prompts
8. your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries
A report written by Kieran, the Inquisitor’s personal healer
Forgive my lack of formality in saying this but the Inquisitor’s injuries were entirely nauseating. I nearly lost my lunch. I’ve been a healer for a long time now and I’ve yet to see a magical anchor melting someone’s arm off. Though being the Inquisitor's personal healer has granted me the privilege of seeing many things I wish I could unsee. As if the poor man wasn’t in enough pain beforehand. The Iron Bull was the one to perform the actual amputation after Solas did whatever it was he did, which did buy us some much needed time. I took care of the aftermath and kept him from bleeding out and tried to minimize the pain as much as possible. Though he’s reported some nerve and phantom pains. Unfortunately there’s not much I can do about that at the moment but I’ve been researching in my free time.
The Inquisitor is doing well otherwise, physically, at least. All of this has seemed to take its mental toll but I’m hardly qualified to treat mental or spiritual wounds, I’m afraid. But perhaps given time, he’ll bounce back. As someone who’s known him for many years, I can confidently say that the Inquisitor has hardly ever been one to wallow. So I doubt there’s really much to worry about there. And as I’m sure we all know, I will be taking my leave from the Inquisition once this whole disaster has been resolved. So this will likely be my last report on the Inquisitor.
Regards,
Kieran
7. someone describing a time your OC hurt them
A journal entry from Revas Lavellan
We’ve decided that it would be best to separate. While I agree, I can’t say it doesn’t sting. I love Zath, or I did for a time. He’s still my best friend and the father to our child, that will never change but to have someone tell you that they don’t love you anymore is painful regardless of circumstance, I think. Though I don’t think he ever really did love me in the first place, at least not romantically. But it’s probably best not to dwell on that.
We’ll still take care of Taren together, of course. The last thing either of us want is to cause him any pain. But he’s only just 3 years old so it's unlikely that he’ll be terribly affected or even remember this at all once he’s older. The thought dulls the guilt somewhat but I can’t help but to think of the worst. But Zathrion’s a good man, one of the best I’ve ever met – he’d never let anything that happens between us get in the way of raising Taren the best that we can. So I suppose I won’t either.
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larkoneironaut · 3 years
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Here’s the character sheet for my lovely Ren Lavellan - She means a lot to me and I loved drawing her looks 🥺 You can find more info about her on my Twitter and my AO3 fic if you’re interested 🥰
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ringneckedpheasant · 2 years
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dorian and @blarrghe's taren lavellan, in a scene from twelve nights
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elvhenfaer · 2 years
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Lo Satinalia
From this chapter https://archiveofourown.org/works/31505912/chapters/91660798 by the ever lovely @blarrghe
Flat colors so you can see Taren’s sweet, festive socks & full color, glowy, romantic, holiday magic because these two are the effing cutest.
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elfsidian · 3 years
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The lovely Taren for a trade with @blarrghe ! <3
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reiddoesart · 3 years
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dorian has two hands
taren belongs to @blarrghe! thanks for letting me draw your boy!
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lesbianarcana · 4 years
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Did a lil thing for @blarrghe​ who was kind enough to write me a thing a couple days ago! More like a week actually, because I’ve been in a funk. But here I am and here is Taren! Bonus:
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blarrghe · 1 year
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And one rotated this way for to stare at on your phone.
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Hey look i actually did make chibi bases for them :p
Tattoos are being workshopped but have these in the meantime
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lark-of-mirkwood · 3 years
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1,8,24 for the OC ask please. For any OC you want!
Thanks for the ask! ❤️
1. What’s your oc’s most irrational fear? Is there a specific reason this fear came about?
Taren's most irrational fear is the fear of the dark. Yes, the infamous rift mage inquisitor isn't afraid of demons or spirits - she's afraid of the dark. She didn't always fear the dark but after a traumatic event a few years ago, she can't sleep without some magic floating lights she creates in the evening. They follow her everywhere she goes when she's alone and stay with her when she sleeps. (btw I need to draw that some time soon 🤔)
8. What’s it like inside your oc’s mind? (Literally, or metaphorically.)
Taren is constantly trying to control herself. She's always very cautious around all humans because humans were responsible for her traumatic event (templars to be precise) she despises the chantry. She feels most comfortable around non-humans, like with Solas, Varric or Bull. But Taren's mind (this is very ironic because her name literally means 'mind' in elven) is very stressful. Constantly trying to control everything she says, does and even thinks.
24. What is one thing that, no matter who it’s coming from, would anger your oc?
When someone talks shit about elves in general, not only Dalish. But she gets especially furious when humans talk shit about elves.
She was not pleased when Solas separated elves from each other because she sees every elf as her people. (But not Sera because she hates elves and well, Taren does definitely not approve)
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serphena · 3 years
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even after getting used to the clan and his new family, feeling welcome and okay around the camp, Theo still loved to sneak out on his own, which worried the elders and got Taren an extra job of finding him for most of the time
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Introducing Inquisitor Taren Lavellan
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Started another playthrough with the news of Dragon Age stirring and I’m really happy with how she turned out! Might even write some new fic based around her. Here’s a few things about Taren: Name: Taren Lavellan Background: Even as a child she thirsted for knowledge and always calculated her words before speaking. Whatever she learned it was never enough. She would often break into the Keeper’s aravel just to read everything she could. So named ‘Taren’ for her bright mind. Her clan had dealings with humans and only wanted peaceful existence. Though she would often be reprimanded for her open minded views and distaste for rituals to the Gods, it never stopped her from speaking openly on it. As a result, she clashed with the hunters of her clan whom faithfully served Andruil. She is a stark believer in Justice, and though she has her doubts on the matter she chose Mythal’s markings in full form but in a duller ink. Little known tidbit: Her magic manifested at a very young age. As such she is often teased about the time when she threw a temper tantrum it had resulted in accidentally freezing over the Clan’s water supply for 2 days. Likes: Learning, Reading, Magical Experiments (within safety and reason), Exploration, Wild Berries Dislikes: The Chantry, Organized Religion. Oppression, The Circles, Templars, Being Called the Herald of Andraste
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Magic Specialization: Taren does not try to limit herself to only one type. She uses techniques drawn from all forms of magic to further assist her in battle or her goals. Though she found proficiency with Storm Magic and was able to discern how severe an oncoming storm would be for her clan using a combination of the veil and feeling static discharges in the area. She uses ice techniques for meditation purposes, and fire techniques for mana burn off and spell strengthening. When she learns of Arcane Warriors she wishes to hold onto past techniques and honor warriors of ancient past. Beliefs: Pro Mage Rights, Freedom and Knowledge over fear, Pro Elf Rights Companions She Likes: Solas, Cole, Dorian, Varric, Josephine, Leiliana Companions She Dislikes: Vivienne, Sera, Cullen Companions She Tolerates: The Iron Bull, Blackwall, Cassandra Best Friend: Dorian Love Interest: Solas War Tables: Often chose the Spy approach, if not she would choose diplomacy, and rarely listened to Cullen’s advice. She would only use his soldiers to protect refugees and build something. Scars/Markings: Has a scar over her lip and under her left eye. She got it by literally fighting with a human teenager that had wandered nearby their camp and called her a dirty knife ear. She was 12. That’s all for now, enjoy a few screenshots below! But I will always happily take nonnie questions on her if you would like me to elaborate on anything! Even if it’s silly OC prompts.
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larkoneironaut · 2 years
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Resting B-face Ren 😌 I rarely draw her with her Vallaslin, so here are two versions ✨
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