#Ser Cauthrien

[v-arbellanaris]

THEM...

[amys2885]

Anora & Ser Cauthrien for @illusivesoul. Thank you so much for your support! I really will have to replay origins now :).

[lesbiansforboromir]

What I really need them to do is tell me how much time has passed since Inquisition so that I can add to my extensive timeline of Cauthrien's life and figure out what shes doing right now since Bioware has never cared for her even a .2 of a percentage of the amount I have <3 Hey dearest hey darling it's been so long how've you been lets find out! :3

[fear-and-loathing-in-ferelden]

[illusivesoul]

"You say that with such... righteousness. Loghain used to have that ring in his voice. He has not sounded that way in many months now. It is... not so clear an enemy when it is your own people you fight"

[deedeemactir]

Do we have a fandom-established first name for Ser Cauthrien? Is Cauthrien supposed to be her first name??

[ishouldgay]

I hate being the only person that ships something. Due to my Life is Strange Crossover fic I know ship: Cassandra/Harding, Sera/Ser Cauthrien and Josephine/Felix

You know who else ships these ???? No one. I’m alone :(

[bisexualalistairtheirin]

Not to be dramatic but I brute forced the Ser Cauthrien fight and won. I feel invincible. Ignore my dead entourage.

[vigilskeep]

started thinking okay minerva would not have gotten anywhere with duncan but if she HAD gone for someone at ostagar who would it have been and was running through people who were at ostagar and my brain was like “oh and hawke was—” and literally before i even thought anything i had to instinctively do the mental equivalent of spraying a water bottle at myself like a misbehaving cat

[mabaris]

preliminary round masterpost

[crunchbuttsteak]

Okay the summer sword from DA:O has some of the funniest lore for a sword in the game.

In 8:84 Blessed, Lord Aurelien of Montsimmard, champion of the Grand Tourney of Ansburg, commissioned a sword for his youngest son Luis, who aspired to the Chevaliers. Insisting that his boy have nothing but the best, Lord Aurelien sought out the most renowned master smith in the Orlesian Empire, Vercenne of Halamshiral, who was at that time nearly eighty, and begged the old man to make the blade. Vercenne refused. His sight was failing him and he had no wish to come out of retirement. But Aurelien offered an exorbitant sum of gold, and eventually overcame the artisan's resistance.

The old master labored for several months, folding steel, honing the edge to perfection. The resulting blade was as long as a man is tall, and sharp as the tongue of any noblewoman. Vercenne proclaimed it, in a fit of irony, the "Summer Sword," since he had crafted it in the winter of his lifetime.

Lord Aurelien brought Luis with him to receive the sword from the hand of the old master. When the boy saw the Summer Sword, he turned up his nose at his father's gift: Such great two-handed blades were no longer in fashion at court. He preferred an estoc. Aurelien was mortified; he insisted that Luis carry the blade and apologized to Vercenne, but to no avail. The sword smith cursed the boy, saying that for his pride, regardless of blade he carried, he would fail anyway.

Luis was eventually knighted, and joined the ranks of the Chevaliers. In 8:98 Blessed he was appointed command of the Chevaliers in Denerim, and hoped to make a name for himself. And so he did: he was the most detested chevalier in Ferelden, well-known for his acts of depravity. In 9:1 Dragon, he met Loghain Mac Tir in battle at Avinash. Luis lost his estoc early in the fighting, became separated from his men, and ended up facing down Loghain himself armed only with the Summer Sword—which he had never before drawn. Practice might have saved him where pride did not. Loghain made short work of the pompous chevalier and took the greatsword as a trophy.

Tl;dr: it was made in Orlais for spoiled rich kid who got his daddy to buy him a good sword, but he then didn’t want it because it was out of fashion, and then when he actually tried to use it he got his ass absolutely handed to him.

[shenaniginstigations]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Dragon Age II Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Ser Cauthrien (Dragon Age), Female Hawke (Dragon Age), Carver Hawke Summary:

AU: Ser Cauthrien had never disobeyed an order from Loghain Mac Tir ... until now. That choice leads to another choice ... and another, and from one decision, the lives of many will be changed forever.

Been toying with this idea for a few years now and finally got it started. Started a new playthrough with Cauthrien Hawke. My default choice has always been the smartass, so I’m interested to see how Ser Squarebritches makes out.

She and Aveline should get along wonderfully. Isabela, well ...

[redlyriumidol]

god this is after Isolde says "she's a woman just like me"

"and pretty too" like dam let her live... it's been ages since I have played as anything but a male elf (with which this dialogue is about elves) and this completely caught me off guard lol

[illusivesoul]

A Ser Cauthrien/Anora fic for my Femslash February collection, using the prompt "Warmth" from @meganmoonlight Dragon Age Femslash February Prompts

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Ratings: Teen and Up

Words: 710

Summary: Having lost the throne, Anora and Ser Cauthrien rest by a fire on the road.

Read it on AO3

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Anora had never been a big fan of the countryside.

She hated the thought that years of living in a palace getting all her needs tended to had made her soft -she was the daughter of the man who preferred to sleep in a tent when a whole palace was available to him, after all- but she couldn’t deny that she was not getting used to the wilds after so many days on the road. The bugs seemed to creep everywhere, the mud clogged her boots and socks, and then there was the cold. She was Fereldan, Maker’s sake. She was no stranger to the bone freezing snow and wind that crept up from the ice lands beyond the Korcari Wilds every year. Yet, it was different to endure winter while having the finest royal furs at your disposal than having to endure it while only having a cheap coat purchased with the few coins she had at her disposal. At least she had managed to start a small fire that gave her some warmth. She congratulated herself on having been able to put the tent up, even if it had been over a decade since she had done so and had ended with more than a few cuts in her hand. She smiled longingly as she watched the firm structure. Loghain would be proud. She couldn’t help but wonder where has now, and into which underground pit the Wardens must have sent him to to fight darkspawn.

“Maker, keep him safe”

She cracked more dried sticks and threw them in front, her hands shivering as she did, watching the fires rise from the small pile of dried leaves and sticks in front of her.

By the time the sound of steps reached her ears, the former queen was already on her feet, a sharp dagger in front of her ready to slice anyone and anything that approached.

"Put the toothpicks down, your Majesty. It's me"

Anora sighed in relief as she saw Cauthrien stepping out from the shadow of the treeline.

Cauthrien had a large sack she carried on her back, and a small cut near her forehead that she didn’t have before.

“Were you trying to catch rabbits that were too fast?” Anora asked sarcastically.

“Funny”

"Where’s your armour?"

"Sold it in town. Didn't precisely help us to go unnoticed, and it would help us even less when crossing the border. I got you this with the coins I got"

“No one asked why you were selling such good armour?”

“Dead soldiers aren’t precisely rare these days, Anora. Lots of weapons and armour hit the markets everyday from all the battlefields across the country”

And with that phrase, the thoughts that had been haunting her since that fateful day in Denerim returned once more. “I could have done more. I could have tried harder. I… I failed my people”

Cauthrien opened the sack beside her, and pulled out a large, brown fur rub from it. The former queen felt warmer already just by looking at it, and the thoughts that haunted her vanished for a moment.

"A dwarf was selling these. Dwarves make good fur coats too, apparently. Then again, everything they make is good, so I don't know why I didn't expect their coats to be of equal quality. You don’t think about dwarves getting cold, I guess”

Anora smiled as Cauthriend placed the coat over her, the fur settling nicely against her.

“Where are you going?”

“To keep watch”

“You can keep watch besides me. It’s freezing and the coat is large enough for us both”

“I don’t mind the cold. And you need all the warmth you can get”

"Maker’s breath, no wonder my father spoke so highly of you. Stop being so bloody stubborn and get here"

Cauthrien smiled "Is that an order, my queen?"

"If you want it to be, then it is. And according to you I need all the warmth I can get"

Cauthrien chuckled as she snuck under the coat, wasting no time in wrapping her arm around Anora. The queen smiled, enjoying the feeling of the strong arms wrapping around her. The two watched the crackling fire, holding each other tightly as the cold winds passed by them, no longer a bother to them.

[deedeemactir]

You know who would’ve been a way scarier villain than Corypheus? Ser Cauthrien.