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wylldebee · 2 months

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Alright hear me out

You're playing Dragon Age: Dreadwolf, and you come across a shiny collectable during on the main quests. It's a shard of a Eluvian. A side-main quest begins stating you must collect a certain number of mirror pieces. It's your choice if you want to put in the hours of finding them. If you do, you'll eventually find the location of a cracked Eluvian. You put the pieces together and it activates. It's a portal to the Fade. A demon barrels through and attacks you and your group. You defeat it and collect the treasure. Quest done, enemy dead, now it's time to go. Except. The Eluvian glows and just when you're expecting another demon to come out—you instead watch as a human is thrown out. They stand up and there, injured and bruised but alive, is the person the Inquisitor left in the Fade. If it's Alistair/Loghain/Stroud you get a thank you letter from Romanced!Fem!Warden/Anora/the Wardens respectively, and either an Tiered/leveled weapon/armour or schematic. If it's Hawke, though? Varric sends you a thank you letter, a signed copy of The Tale of the Champion (which you can read completely in the codex), weapon/armour, a unique schematic, and also a bag of gold to "help cover the costs of whatever Hawke broke while they were in your care".

#dragon age #dragon age dreadwolf #alistair theirin #loghain mac tir #Jean-Marc Stroud #warden stroud #Hawke #Marian hawke #garrett hawke #the champion of kirkwall #champion of kirkwall #varric tethras

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lothrilzul · 1 year

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A few more Grey Wardens

Stroud : Bethany : Carver / Larius : Janeka : Clarel

#warden stroud #warden bethany #bethany hawke #carver hawke #warden carver #warden commander #larius #janeka #clarel

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nebulousmistress · 11 months

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@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Worked Themselves to Exhaustion Fandom(s): Dragon Age 2

Characters:

Anders (Dragon Age)

Justice (Dragon Age)

Jean-Marc Stroud

Additional Tags:

Canon-Typical Violence

Post-Dragon Age II Quest - Demands of the Qun

Grey Wardens

Grey Warden Stamina

This is a complete work. The story is on AO3: A Spirit’s Agreement

#badthingshappenbingo #ao3 #fanfiction #dragon age 2 #anders #justice #warden stroud

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daitranscripts · 2 years

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Here Lies The Abyss Pt. 3c

Warden Stroud

Here Lies The Abyss Masterpost First: The Champion of Kirkwall Previous (optional): Warden Recruit Previous: Crestwood

The PC finds a cave tucked away along a cliff.

Party comments:

Sera: That the cave where Hawke’s Warden friend is squatting?

Varric: Hawke and the Warden should be inside.

Cole: Hawke and the Grey Warden should be inside that cave.

Solas: Hawke’s Grey Warden ally should be inside that cave.

Blackwall: Hawke’s contact with the Wardens should be in that cave.

Dorian: Hawke’s Warden friend should be inside that cave.

Cassandra: The Warden and Hawke should be inside that cave.

Iron Bull: Hawke’s Warden pal should be inside that cave.

Vivienne: Shall we see if Hawke and this Warden ally are waiting inside the cave?

Hawke is waiting at the cave entrance.

Hawke: Glad you made it. I just got here myself. My contact with the Wardens should be at the back of the cave.

Dialogue options:

General: I saw other Wardens. [1]

General: He nearly got caught. [2]

General: Can we trust your friend? [3]

1 - General: I saw other Wardens. PC: A group of Wardens were protecting a villager from corpses out near Crestwood. Hawke: They were likely hunting my friend. I’m glad they didn’t come looking for people to help in here. They might well be good men, but they’ve been given bad orders. [4]

2 - General: He nearly got caught. PC: He’s not the only Warden around here. It’s a good thing his friends didn’t find him in Crestwood. Hawke: Yes, I saw them earlier. They’ve been told he’s a traitor and ordered to capture or kill him. How much blood is shed by good men following bad orders? [4]

3 - General: Can we trust your friend? PC: There was a group of Wardens out there hunting a “senior Warden.” They said he was a traitor. Hawke: Of course they did. They may have even believed it. How much blood is shed by good men following bad orders? [4]

4 - Scene continues.

Hawke: Let’s go.

They travel further into the cave, and the PC opens the door to a seemingly empty room. There is the sound of a sword being drawn and the PC turns to find a Grey Warden pointing the blade at them.

Hawke: It’s just us. I brought the Inquisitor.

Stroud: My name is Stroud, and I am at your service, Inquisitor.

Stroud lowers his sword.

Dialogue options:

General: I could use another ally. [5] - Sera slightly disapproves

General: Help me add all this up. [6]

General: I want information. [7]

5 - General: I could use another ally. PC: I’ll take all the help I can get. I know the Wardens have troubles of their own. I wonder, though. Might those troubles have anything to do with Corypheus? [8]

6 - General: Help me add all this up. PC: Most of you Wardens disappear. Then I run into a darkspawn magister named Corypheus. Do you think that one might have something to do with the other? [8]

7 - General: I want information. PC: I need to know why the Wardens disappeared. Could it have anything to do with Corypheus? [8]

8 - Scene continues.

Stroud: I fear it is so. When my friend Hawke slew Corypheus, Weisshaupt was happy to put the matter to rest. But an Archdemon can survive wounds that seem fatal, and I feared Corypheus might possess the same power. My investigation uncovered clues, but no proof. Then, not long after, every Warden in Orlais began to hear the Calling.

Diplomatic Hawke: Maker, why didn’t you tell me? Humorous Hawke: I recall that being a bad thing. But I don’t recall you telling me about all this. Aggressive Hawke: You never told me.

Stroud: It was a Grey Warden matter. I was bound by an oath of secrecy.

Dialogue options:

General: What is the Calling? [9] + Solas slightly approves

General: The Calling controls them? [10] + Iron Bull slightly approves

General: This is irrelevant. [11] + Sera slightly approves

9 - General: What is the Calling? PC: is the Calling some sort of Grey Warden ritual? Stroud: The Calling tells a Warden that the blight will soon claim him. Starts with dreams. Then come whispers in his head. The Warden says his farewells and goes to the Deep Roads to meet his death in combat. [12]

10 - General: The Calling controls them? PC: You think Corypheus is using the “Calling” to control the Grey Wardens? Stroud: Not precisely, Your Worship. The Calling warns a Grey Warden that his time in this world grows short. [12]

11 - General: This is irrelevant. PC: I came here for information about Corypheus. The Calling doesn’t concern me. Stroud: But it does, Your Worship. The Calling warns a Grey Warden that his time in this world grows short. [12]

12 - Scene continues.

Hawke: And every Grey Warden in Orlais is hearing that right now? They think they’re dying?

Stroud: Yes, likely because of Corypheus. If the Wardens fall, who will stand against the next Blight? It is our greatest fear.

Diplomatic Hawke: So Corypheus isn’t controlling them. He’s bluffing them with this Calling, and they’re falling for it. Humorous Hawke: And then they do something desperate… which is of course what Corypheus wants. Aggressive Hawke: Thanks to the Calling, Corypheus has them scared… and they’re playing right into his hands.

13 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Can Corypheus really do that? [14] + Iron Bull slightly approves

Investigate: Are you affected? [15]

Investigate: How is this possible? [16]

General: The Wardens are desperate. [17] + Iron Bull slightly approves

General: The Wardens are scared. [18] + Cassandra slightly approves + Cole slightly approves

General: The Wardens are foolish. [19] + Sera slightly approves + Solas slightly approves

14 - Investigate: Can Corypheus really do that? PC: Is the Calling they’re hearing real, or is Corypheus mimicking it somehow? Stroud: I know not. Even as a senior Warden, I had heard only the vaguest whispers of Corypheus. The Wardens believe that this Calling is real, and they will act accordingly. That is all we know for certain. [Back to 13]

15 - Investigate: Are you affected? PC: You said all the Wardens are hearing the Calling. Does that include you? PC (if Blackwall is in party): And also you, Blackwall? Stroud: Sadly, yes. It lurks like a wolf in the shadows around a campfire. The creature that makes this music has never known the love of the Maker but… at times, I almost understand it. We must uncover what Corypheus has done and end it. This cannot stand. Blackwall: I do not fear the Calling, and worrying about it only gives it power. Anything Corypheus does will only strengthen my resolve. [Back to 13]

16 - Investigate: How is this possible? PC: How can Corypheus make all these Wardens hear the Calling? Stroud: I cannot say. We know little about him, save that he is dangerous. He is a magister as well as a darkspawn—and speaks with the voice of the blight. That lets him affect the minds of Wardens, since we are tied to the blight ourselves. It must be how he created this false Calling. [Back to 13]

17 - General: The Wardens are desperate. PC: So the Wardens are making some last, desperate attack on the darkspawn? [20]

18 - General: The Wardens are scared. PC: So the Wardens think they’re dying and have stopped thinking clearly? That won’t go well. [20]

19 - General: The Wardens are foolish. PC: We need the Wardens’ help! This is the worst possible time for such lunacy. [20]

20 - Scene continues.

Stroud: We are the only ones who can slay Archdemons. Without us, the next Blight will consume the world. Warden-Commander Clarel spoke of a blood magic ritual to prevent future Blights before we all perished. When I protested the plan as madness, my own comrades turned on me.

Stroud gestures at a map on the nearby table.

Stroud: Grey Wardens are gathering here, in the Western Approach.

He walks towards the door.

Stroud: It is an ancient Tevinter ritual tower. Meet me there, and we will find answers.

Stroud leaves. The PC talks to Hawke.

Hawke: I heard what he said. Hopefully we’ll find some answers in the Western Approach. Though I fear what those answers will be. I’ve seen too much blood magic to ever trust where it leads.

Next: Lord Livius Erimond

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

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soul-siren · 13 days

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"You're a Failure, and your family died knowing it."

I finally finished it!

I got majorly distracted with only 2 sections of this left, and it gathered dust for a bit. But here it is! All the angst!

My Emmit Hawke, purple and unromanced. He's just very tired and never given a break, so might as well strand him in the Fade, right? (I love my Hawke, promise)

There was originally a part 2 that has a bit more of a hopeful tune to leaving him behind, but I dunno if I'll get to that. We'll see.

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #da2 #hawke #bethany hawke #carver hawke #fenris #isabella #merrill dragon age #aveline vallen #I left him in the fade despite the Warden being Stroud I'm sorry #emmit hawke #dragon age inquisition #tw: death #tw: blood #leandra amell

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vigilskeep · 1 year

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what IS anders’ relationship with stroud. i’ve always been baffled that “i’m asking you” works. i think stroud says something abt this making them even? i guess anders probably saved his life or something which seems to happen to anders pretty regularly, and, admittedly, for obvious reasons; spirit healers aren’t a dime a dozen. but it is and has always been very funny to me that anders is all “oh those warden bastards [shakes fist at deep roads] will drag me back eventually 😔😔” and literally the moment you see him with one they not only have almost zero reaction to him being a deserter (well they cross their arms and shake their head at him. devastating) but immediately crumple and do something they had been actively refusing to do purely because he brought out the big guns by which i mean said “i’m asking you 🥺🥺”

#theres clearly like discrepancies between what anders says abt the wardens and how they act around him #thats why ive always said hes lying when he first meets hawke etc etc #but the way he pauses and theres a zoom on his face before going for ‘i’m asking you’ like he obviously knows the weight it will hold #sends me. but also interesting #anders #stroud

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murdergrandmafanclub · 11 months

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How each character handles being trapped in the Fade:

Loghain - is Too Old and Too Tired, doesn’t even try to get out

Stroud - tries his hardest to escape, finds it impossible

Hawke - fights tooth and nail through the Fade and eventually finds a way out, like a Badass™️

Alistair - is bridal carried out by the exasperated Warden before he even has time to think about it

#dragon age #da #dragon age inquisition #dai #loghain #Stroud #hawke #Alistair #og dragon age husband #the warden #i like to think im funny

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sulky-valkyrie · 6 months

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Hawke twins- cryptophasia / twin speak (a language only they understand). Perhaps a bittersweet memory of the survivor

Happy Friday, Tea! I actually restarted this 2 or 3 times until And Idea hit me like a truck, and I'm kinda playing around with what cryptophasia could mean in a world with magic, but I hope you enjoy it anyway <3 for @dadrunkwriting

Carver woke up from the worst dreams he’d had since the archdemon died, and with a terrible headache. He sat up with a groan and pressed the heel of his hand against his temple.

“You look like you’ve been carousing with hurlocks all night,” Stroud said.

He snorted and grabbed his waterskin to splash a bit on his face. “Give me some credit, at least I never kissed an ogre, drunk or sober.” He rolled his shoulders to try to loosen the tension in his neck. “You have any strange dreams last night?”

“Nothing outside of the ordinary.” Stroud shugged. “The song is louder, but that’s to be expected here. You have been in the Deep Roads before, haven’t you?”

He started to snarl something back, but held his tongue. The Commander had told him under no uncertain terms to play nice with the Orlesians, but Maker, it was hard some days. “I was down here before and after the Thaw. This dream wasn’t just the usual chittering, more like going through the Joining again. It almost felt like -” he bit his lip. No, that would be impossible. He’d hadn’t been pulled into Bethy’s dreams since he left Lothering over two years ago.

Stroud raised an eyebrow but didn’t press him. “The Roads under the Vinmarks are particularly unsettling. Hopefully you will be too tired to dream again tonight.”

Carver nodded and pushed himself to his feet. “Couldn’t agree more. Onwards then?”

He wasn’t too tired. Or maybe he was so tired he couldn’t fight it. Their father had taught them both about shielding their dreams from spirits the week after Bethany manifested, and while it had worked, it wasn’t the way he would have preferred. Instead of closing her mind off to everyone, she’d hid in Carver’s dreams at night, or dragged him into hers. They’d spent every night for nearly ten years fighting each other’s nightmares together. Hers had always been more fearsome, with many tentacled creatures dragging her into a lake that was far too dark and viscous to be water, or suits of armor grabbing her by her hair and carrying her to impossibly tall towers with no doors. His dreams had been about his teeth falling out, or getting chased by a bear through town without any trousers on.

After Ostagar, though, he’d tried to do it properly. Tried to shut her out so she never saw the memories of the battle that haunted his dreams. As far as he knew, it had worked, or maybe she’d stopped trying. Or maybe she was dead.

The dreams were even worse that night, full of red crystals and claustrophobia and talking rocks, all playing out like a shadow puppet play across torrents of blood and fire and darkspawn screams. People were screaming Bethany’s name, and he heard Bethany screaming his.

“Carver!” His eyes snapped open. It was Stroud, shaking his shoulder. “Pack of hurlocks near, we need to move.”

Normally, that would’ve sent him into a panicked flurry of activity, but this time, all he felt was relief. It wasn’t Bethy, this is all my imagination, or maybe some new kind of Awakened. He stuffed his gear into his pack as Stroud stamped out the fire, then they headed out, following the scent of death and the buzzing in the back of their heads.

Using torches or lanterns this close to darkspawn was never wise or safe, so their only light was the faint glow of their amulets. The Commander gave them to all the recruits now; it was still a vial of darkspawn blood, of course, but now, they were enchanted to give off just enough light that a careful human could travel through the Deep Roads without tripping on everything. It had been a hard-learned lesson from too many instances of running into walls or falling into holes, and Carver’s nose still throbbed with phantom pain when he thought about the number of times Morrigan had sneeringly reset it.

The recruits were told it was 'just' a vial of darkspawn blood, but senior Wardens knew it was a little something more. The loss of so many at Ostagar, then later at Vigil’s Keep, had made the Commander insistent on the development of contingency plans.

The discordant melody tugged at his heart as they crept onward, urging him to go faster, begging him to find them, find something, hurry, please, hurry. It filled him with dread even as he obeyed, marching faster, then, when that wasn't enough, breaking into a jog. Someone was down there, and they needed him.

"What are you doing?" Stroud hissed as he sped up a third time.

"Need to keep moving, need to find them," he muttered, before breaking into a reckless sprint.

Stroud tackled him from behind and rolled him over when he was still stunned. "The song has you," he said as he slapped him. "Fight it!"

Carver caught his hand before a second blow connected. "It's not the song!" It was, but not in the same way. "It's - can't you feel it?"

"You're bewitched, Hawke!"

Struggling would only waste time. Time he didn't have. He took a shuddering slow breath to calm himself down. "I’m - shit. You’re right,” he lied. “We need to deal with whatever is causing it. Some kind of emissary, or a demon." It was neither; he was certain of that. But Stroud would never believe him now. Play along, or we'll never make it in time.

Stroud frowned, obviously wanting to argue, but knowing he couldn't. The whole point of this trip had been to investigate the reports of strange activity under the Vinmarks, and an emissary changing the song definitely qualified. "You will stay behind me," he ordered severely. "And if you run again, I'll cut you down."

Hurry, please, hurry. It wasn't a voice, so much as a feeling, a bright descant threading through the jangling darkspawn melody that thrummed in his mind.

Carver closed his eyes and nodded as much to Stroud as the plea. I'm trying.

Stroud got up warily, and reached for his weapon as Carver stood. When he didn't immediately bolt down the tunnel, he sighed in relief and let go of his sword hilt. "Which way?"

They kept going. Stroud didn't argue with Carver’s directions, and, in fact, seemed to anticipate them. Whatever or whoever wanted Carver to come this way, it was very near the hurlocks they’d been hunting anyway. The desperate pleading music faded away, but the darkspawn presence never wavered, only strengthened as they neared.

Carver didn't mention that it was gone. Maybe I did imagine it. Hopefully whatever - whoever - they found down there would be explanation enough. Another Awakened, perhaps?

When they heard the sound of fighting, it was Stroud who took off running first. Bloody hypocrite. Carver pulled out his sword and charged after him around the corner, only to almost skewer him as he clattered to a halt. They were at an excavated section of the Deep Roads, one with real torches and magma troughs. “Anders?” Stroud muttered incredulously.

What? Can’t be - Karl said he died. He peered over Stroud’s shoulder, blinking against the glare of torchlight.

A blond man kicked a screaming genlock off the ledge then spun his staff in a low circle, setting a glyph at his feet then dancing backwards as lightning surged up through it and arced into the two remaining. “Be with you in a tic, little busy!”

Maker preserve us, how? That really was Anders Thekla; Carver would recognize his battle magic anywhere, even when it wasn’t being used on him directly.

As the last darkspawn disintegrated to ash, Anders turned around. “Stroud.” He frowned in recognition. “Carver?”

What the void did I do? Before he could ask, Anders ducked back into the side tunnel that must’ve been where he’d come from.

“Carver?!” Someone shouted. Someone who sounded like his damn brother.

Stroud glanced back and arched an eyebrow. “What did you do?”

He swallowed. “Been a Warden for two years,” he mumbled.

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yeah, it is.” He put up his sword and walked out. “Garrett? What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Long story,” Anders sighed as he re-emerged, followed by a dwarf and Garrett.

His brother stepped into the flickering light and, for once, he wasn’t smiling. Even when he’d been in screaming matches with Mother, he’d smiled. Even when they’d burned Father’s ashes, he’d smiled. “Carver, I tried.” He knelt on the ground and gently put the bundle down that he was carrying. “I really fucking tried. Should’ve been me. Always should’ve been me.”

The bundle was their sister. Everything clicked into place. He rushed over as he ripped his gauntlets off, then pulled her to his chest. Her brow was sweaty, and the veins in her throat were black. Blight sickness. She coughed weakly as her eyes fluttered open. “Carver? Am I dead?”

“Not yet,” he whispered as he pulled her close. “What are you doing down here? What happened?”

"Expedition," she wheezed, breath whistling like her chest was full of holes. "Money to get back the estate." She shuddered in his arms. "One less mouth for her to feed, now, right?"

"No, no, no, this can't -" he stopped and glared at Garrett. "Why did you bring her?"

Garrett's jaw clenched and he swallowed. "I didn't fucking -"

"You did! You were supposed to keep her safe!" Carver shouted. "Now look at her. Look at what you did!"

Bethy’s finger pressed against his lips. "You sound like Mother. I'm a grown woman, Carver. This was my choice. My screw up. Not his." She coughed again. "Not yours either."

Maker, how did she always know what was the best and worst thing to say? His fury vanished, leaving him hollow and aching. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Don't," she said. "I - I didn't think it would work, after so long, but I called, and you're here. I can at least say goodbye." She offered a watery smile then fainted.He shook his head as he ripped the vial from his neck. The Commander had told them all that this wasn't an option to be taken lightly, but dammit, this was Bethany. "Stroud, get some of that blood, and the goblet. We're doing the Joining."

#da drunk writing circle #prompt fills #carver hawke #stroud #too many wardens

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nebulousmistress · 11 months

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A Spirit's Agreement

It's a few short days since Hawke's duel with the Arishok and Anders trudged down to the sewers to find half of Kirkwall camped out beneath the lantern. Because of course they had nowhere else to go.

Warden Stroud has been hanging around. Justice is a spirit, he doesn't make deals. That's a demon's gambit. He's a spirit, he makes agreements.

This story doubles as a Bad Things Happen prompt fill for Worked Themselves to Exhaustion. That post will be up shortly.

#fanfiction #dragon age 2 #ao3 #whatever i'm going to end up naming my da world state #anders #warden stroud #anders dragon age #justice #justice dragon age

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woohooincoffin · 9 months

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My current obsession with Grey Wardens aside, I wish we would’ve gotten a Grey Warden background in DAI because how awful would it for the inquisitor to find out the Divine’s death was something they partook in either willingly or under Corypenis’ influence and couldn’t remember. Would anyone believe them, it would call so many things into question, it would be so tragic and I think this game lacks tragedy and consequences (Solas aside which if you don’t have/do Trespasser is like nonexistent)

#I WANT TRAGEDY!!!! I want warden dies at the end defeating the archdemon levels of tragedy!!! I want Hawke keeps losing and losing tragedy!!#like anyone can be a grey warden so all races and abilities would fit #it would make adamant and hlta so much better for me personally #idk #it would make things with blackwall that much interesting #also do you tell the inquisiton you’re hearing the calling or do you not tell them #maybe the connection with stroud is stronger and the inquisitors persoanl biases actually come into play during hlta instead of just two #random men one of who you’ve never heard off #dragon age inquisition

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