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brights-place · 26 days ago

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⋆˚࿔ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝟐‼ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Read The full book on my wattpad

๋࣭ ⭑ ❝ 𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐞 ❞𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Vil Schoenheit "Compact Mirror in my hand, who's the fairest in the land?"

"Hm... you say such comments of the fairest queen is tenacity why would you know so much about her I wouldn't expect that a potato like you would know about her in a familiar sense do tell me why you know such things" - To [Name]

Housewarden of Pomefiore. A young man of striking beauty, he considers himself the fairest of all. No effort is too much for him in his unending pursuit of beauty.

Rook Hunt "I wish I could show you my beautiful world"

"Reine des Corbeaux~! Some beauty can only be beheld by those who have fully mastered their art. Très bien! You have shown me a whole new world with your share of your talents!" - To [Name]

Vice Housewarden of Pomefiore. An appreciator of sublime aesthetics, he holds Vil and Epel's beauty in high regard. He can be a bit hard to read, though.

Epel Felmier "Care for a bite of a nice, red apple?"

"Ya don't mind mah accent?.. hmm that's nice to know. Vil would have meh dead if he figured out aah ain't speakin' all preppy..." - To [Name]

A dainty boy with an ephemeral beauty. Quiet, he gives off a mysterious air and distances himself a bit from others in his orbit.

๋࣭ ⭑ ❝ 𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞 ❞𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Idia Shroud "Ah, You must be the problem child... it's nothing to do with me me though, so whatever."

"Oh hey want a gummy worm? ...I just love brightly- colored candy UHM- Ah I mean NVM God this is so awkward..." - To [Name]

Housewarden of Ignihyde. A gloomy boy who shies away from socialization and prefers to shut himself in his dorm room. At times, though, he gets unusually talkative and animated.

Ortho Shroud "Are you one of the living? Then be my brothers friend"

"scanning... you have a large sum of magical energy yet you dont seem to have overblottted- oh wait aren't you the girl my brother talks to about games! Wah nice to meet you!!" - To [Name]

Idia's little brother. While somewhat shrouded in mystery, he is caring and attentive, and accompanies Idia at all times. In contrast to his constant companion, he is upbeat, forthright, and brimming with curiosity

๋࣭ ⭑ ❝ 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 ❞𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Malleus Draconia "I've got some ideas for giving you a proper welcome."

"Child of man, you have a dragon called Nevermore? and you pamper her and coddle her hm... I don't enjoy another dragon having to be so close to you" - To [Name]

Housewarden of Diasomnia. Descended from fae, he is one of the most powerful mages in the world. He is highly respected on campus, yet his demeanor is less than approachable.

Lilia Vanrogue "Are you good at finding things? Then I'll welcome you with open arms. Khee hee"

"You seem to be quite fun to be around Do you have plans after this? If you're free, would you care to go for a stroll with me? I could use some company." - To [Name]

Vice Housewarden of Diasomnia and Malleus's overseer. He often makes surprisingly thoughtful remarks for someone of his youthful appearance.

Silver (Vanrogue) "If you what to protect someone, train yourself at this school"

"Hmm ah sorry I fell asleep- it's normal for you? You have a friend who also falls asleep randomly? Hm thats nice I'm sorry for the bother ... you seem quite familiar have we met once upon a dream or is it just me- Ah... ignore me" - To [Name]

A cool and collected boy who guards Malleus like a knight. He is so low-key that his calm demeanor often crosses over into a state of visible drowsiness

Sebek Zigvolt "Grovel in the presence of Malleus, Human"

"HUMAN! How dare you speak to Malleus like that- I DO NOT SPEAK LOUDLY-! A cough drop...? For my throat if it's sore... uhm... Thank you..." - To [Name]

A livewire who, in his zealous eagerness to be a retainer worthy of the great Malleus, often expends a great deal of energy to accomplish very little. He views his fellow countryman Silver as a rival.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 / 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 【Hexes & Hushes — MASTERLIST】

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rpgchoices · 3 months ago

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More on Davrin's character (his beliefs about gods and elves) (part 3)

I promise I will stop at part 4! I just want to collect all the possible info before I actually start writing fanfics. Part 4 will be specifically for his romance, tho I already wrote a small meta about it here.

This part contains SPOILERS mainly from Solas' murales/memories.

Part 1 (Davrin and his Dalish clan) here Part 2 (Codex, Davrin naming Assan and his journal) here

In this part I wanted to talk about:

Davrin and the gods (Solas' murales) plus some contraddictions with "Vows and Vengeance"

A bit more about Davrin's vallaslin (90% sure it is Andruil's)

Davrin's feelings abour protecting other elves

Some extra from the artbook (his age, when he left his clan, his armor)

Davrin and the gods/believing Solas' memories

Transcription of the video: (first scene) Bellara: And the mages who declared themselves my gods. Well, mine and Davrin's. And Rook's. Rook: They're not gods at all, much less my gods. Davrin: I'm with Rook.

(second scene) Emmrich: This is astounding! The ancient elves were spirits who voluntarily manifested a physical form! Davrin: I'd rather go back to talking about the blight. Taash: Hey, Lucanis. Could Spire turn into an elf? Lucanis: No. Bellara: Sorry, but. What? Rook: Okay, no. This whole spirit thing is stupid, and I vote we ignore it. Davrin: Seconded.

(banter) Bellara: Elf came from spirits! Emmrich: An incredible revelation of what happened thousands of years ago! Bellara: I asked Davrin what he thought, and he just shrugged! Emmrich: Ah, he would! Bellara: Rook! Do you feel any different? Rook: As an elf? Should I? Bellara: More spirit-y, maybe? I don't know.

While sometimes it is frustrating to see characters and companions not reacting to the big lore revelations, I find it works pretty well with Davrin. He is clearly uninterested in Dalish gods, even if in Vows and Vengeance he uses "May Andruil guide you on your path", and he is uninterested in openly (with others at least) talk about his feelings on the main revelations. Elves are spirits? He shrugs it away or decides to ignore it (much more interested in how this will affect elves than anything else), the gods? Not his, not interested in them.

He even calls Solas "Baldy" and is not particularly intimidated by him or by the two remaining Evanuris (or respectful of them). (And we also know he does not believe the Fade is real, tho much of that Emmrich banter seem more like he is teasing him).

Another small element of his relationship with the gods is another Vows and Vengeance comment. Someone mentions Fen'harel doing a ritual, and Davrin reacts quite alarmed, asking where the other person heard that name. Does he actually believe in Fen'harel? Or is it simply the idea that someone would use the name of the trickster god?

EDIT: UPDATE! There is a dialogue between Neve and Davrin where Davrin confirms he never truly believed in the gods, he always thought they were a myth.

Neve: Does it bother you they're elven gods? Davrin: It won't help our reputation, that's for sure. Davrin: But me, I never gave our gods much thought. They were just a myth. Neve: Not anymore.

I also wanted to say - yes, I know some discrepancies are probably writing related. To me the most "out of narrative" explanation is that the Vows and Vengeance writers did not fully consult about his character with the game writers, and the game writers rushed through these revelation and did not allow for many reactions.

About Davrin's vallaslin

In a previous interview the answer was not given (it was treated like it was supposed to be a big spoiler), but in the game, as far as I can tell, we do not see any identification for Davrin's vallaslin.

I talked before (here in part 1) about why I think it is Andruil's (or a mix of Andruil and Ghil) and now I am even more certain it might be Andruil. Not only Davrin is the one who tells of the tale of Andruil during the Solas' memories event, but in Vow and Vengeance he gives Nadia a blessing from Andruil:

Nadia: My love. He waits for me Davrin: Then may Andruil guide you on your path.

This is of course a Davrin pre-Veilguard. In Vow and Vengeance he also is alarmed by hearing that the Dread Wolf is doing something. I am a bit confused by how much he actually believes in the gods, at this point!

Davrin and protecting elves

In general, Davrin seems the only character to mention elves discrimination, mainly through banter or some rare comment here and there. We also know he is the only elf who lived away from other Dalish elves (different from Bellara who seems still in contact with her clan and lives with a group that highly respects elves), and we know he described his impact with the outside world as "different" (from what he imagined, see part 1 here).

At the end of the game, you can also have a banter between him and Solas:

Video here.

Solas: You are Davrin of the Grey Wardens. And judging by your vallaslin, you are Dalish. Solas: I expect you have been urging the team not to trust the Dread Wolf, based on the stories you heard around the campfire in your youth. Davrin: What story should I tell? The one about the Dread Wolf creating the blight when he and Mythal slaughtered the Titans? Solas: Have you told the Dalish? Davrin: Why? So it can spread and make humans blame elves for even more things our ancient ancestors did? Davrin: Sharing that story would get a lot of people killed. Davrin: So the best thing I can do right now, as a Warden and a Dalish elf, is to stop the blight and clean your mess. Solas: Mala shivanas ar athim.

(the last seems to translate as "Your duty humbles me").

A similar sentiment is shared after the "elves were spirits" memory from Solas:

The main core reaction we get about the Solas' revelations are not inwardly focused (his own reaction to them) but focused outwards: towards other elves. It seems not to be as important that Solas made the Titans tranquil as much as the danger of humans to blame elves. He is not as interested in elves derived from spirits, as much as he is interested in bigoted humans starting to see all elves as demons.

I think it is also interesting that he only mentions "humans", even if the reactions regarding the Titans would probably come from dwarves, it is clearly humans that in the DA world oppress and discriminate elves.

More Davrin info from the Artbook

I also just wanted to add this for completion sake!

He's in his early 30s and left his dalish clan in his teens. Usually elves (from the codex compiled in the wiki page) get the vallaslin around 18 or younger, so it could overlap to being just before his departure if he got the vallaslin in his clan.

Also the artbook says he created his own armor from different pieces!

I love seeing the stitches in his main blue-like collar jacket, and you can see some wear and tear on the rest of his clothes, especially the waist piece!!

#davrin #veilguard #bellara #veilguard spoilers #meta #solas #dragon age #da

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butterflewaway · 2 years ago

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Hi! I really liked the scenario where the MC of touchstarved was too dumb to realize the boys simping for her and I wanted to as about how the others boys react to Leander being the only one who can hold hands with the mc (and a Leander pov knowing the others are jealous) and maybe even MC touching his face again to feel the difference in texture. Hope that's not too much! Thank you anyway!

Ohhhh you are so fun!! I like this request!~

I couldn't figure out where to fit Mhin and Kuras as I doubt they'd be at the bar in the early afternoon so let me know if you'd like a part 2 as a continuation! <3

Warnings: jealousy!!! Leander is his own warning, taunting! touching uwu

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The dreary weather really was something else in this city. How could the air feel cool yet humid yet stifling as if pulling the breath from your lungs? Your bandages were dripping with sweat and coming loose, so you practically jogged into the Wet Wick.

Members of Leander's Bloodhounds were scattered around loosely, thankfully not densely packed this early in the afternoon. As you were about to slip behind a group of men and run up the stairs, an arm shot out from behind the bar to grab your hood, pulling it straight off.

Your hair tumbled out and you blinked as your eyes adjusted to the sudden light. Leander was leaned over the bar, lips pulled up into a smooth, pretty smile, eyes looking as tired as ever. "Hey pretty thing. Where you been all day?" You balled your hands into fists under your cloak and smiled back shyly.

"Oh you know. Around." Your ominous answer did little to dismay Leander, and he pulled you closer to the bar. "Would you like a drink, pretty? On the house." The barmaid looked over briefly after hearing that to scowl at the tall man. She hustled to the kitchen to presumably complain to the other workers.

You smiled as you shook your head. "Ah, no thanks. I was actually just on my way up. Really tired from ah- the day." You stared at each other in silence as your words replayed in your head. You could see the disbelief in Leander's eyes. Tired from the day? The sun had barely been up for less then five hours.

Leander let go of your cloak, and without thinking you moved your hand from the safety blanket to straighten the fabric. Piercing green eyes watched your every movement like a predator. "Ah." Fuck. You messed up. You flinched under his scrutinizing gaze and rushed to tuck your hand back into safety.

But before you could, his gloved hand once again reached out to grab, this time your hand. Deep inside, you knew Leander wouldn't get hurt. You flinched anyway. As if sensing your unenthusiastic response, Leander held up your hand to his face and gently kissed your palm, not breaking eye contact.

Your face turned beet red, mouth agape as you stared into his charming pale green eyes. Light reflected from the candles and bounced off his golden earring, grabbing the attention of the newcomers shuffling into the bar. You held your breath as Leander calmly unwrapped your hand halfway and rested his cheek against your palm.

You had no way of knowing, with your back turned to the entrance of the establishment. And though Leander acted as if the only thing he saw was you, in his peripheral he saw his dearest companions staring at the display before them with a mix of anger, jealousy, sadness, and thinly-veiled disgust.

You absentmindedly ran your fingers over his cheek and dipped down to trace the scar along his jaw. Your lashes fluttered tiredly, as if weighed down by the world. He smiled into your hand and pet your head. "Go take a nap pretty. You look like you need it." You looked away to hide your reddening cheeks and nodded, pulling away and wrapping your hand simultaneously as you trudged up the stairs, completely unaware of the eyes that followed.

Vere slid into his usual seat, pink eyes narrowing on Leander's face. The mage simply stared back blankly, before remembering where he was. A big smile erupted on his face and he grinned at the fox. "Hello Vere. Thirsty?" There was a sharp edge to the questioning lilt of Leander's tone. Vere scowled and reached to grab a bottle of champagne poorly hid by the missing barmaid.

Ais slid into the seat beside him, red eyes digging holes into Leander's cheek, as if expecting it to start decaying at any second. When nothing happened for a frame of five seconds, he peeled his unnerving gaze away to look at Vere's pretty pout. As Leander hummed and mixed a drink for the demon, his lips briefly flashes a wicked smile. He hadn't been chosen yet, but he was damned sure he was ahead of everyone else.

#ais touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved x reader #touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved fic #touchstarved #mhin #ts kuras #ais ts #leander touchstarved #ts leander #touchstarved leander #vere touchstarved #vere #mhin touchstarved #touchstarved mhin #red spring studios #touchstarved demo

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dreaminglittlestar · 5 months ago

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PAC: Love Story

Disclaimer!: This is a fictional story/reading! I picked out actual cards to kind of guide a story but this is not meant to be an actual reading or reflect your life. All of this is a FICTIONAL story for fun, like a mini-reader insert that has you in this kind of magical world.

This is just a fun little thing I've been wanting to try out for a while now, like a pick-your-adventure thing and again, is just meant to be for fun. Just think of it like a cute little surprise since this isn't meant to be tarot. But other than that, hope you guys enjoy this!

Ah, welcome traveler to my humble little magic shack. Would you like a fortune?

Choose which image you're drawn to, and your story will be revealed.

(Lovely images are from Unsplash and the links are in the image descriptions!)

Oh, a fellow mage I see. The 6 of Clubs immediately identifies you as someone with strong intuition with guidance from the forest and sky. Someone who is already in high spiritual power should seem to have no need for the guidance of some forest kook, so what brings you here? Let me see your palms if you will. Ah, yes, I see now. Soft yet hardened with lines, the burdens you carry deep within your tower. Perhaps, that is what brings you here. A relief from the great responsibilities that pile upon you due to your great sense of power.

Are you are a healer of some sort? Or is it ice that you wield? Stoic is your face, hardened by the tasks you are in charge of. Yet this ice mask of yours does little to hide your heart's desires. The 2 of Hearts comes out hidden, but underneath it lay your heart's want for love and companionship, a love truer than the gods gift upon you, instead of being stuck in the cold tower of yours making potions and spells for the good of the Kingdom. Worry not, this secret will be kept by the trees, yet they implore you to seek within.

Is this a forbidden love I see? Someone from the past, a familiar face you keep crossing paths with yet you never can seem to connect. Is this perhaps the knight from the bordering country, a rival to your owns with duty and loyalty separating the both of you from one another. Is this the person you love? Breathe, this information will not leave the safety of the canopy. While this love is not meant to be in the moment, I see a transition from the Jack of Clubs to the Queen of Hearts in the future.

By thinking outside of the box, and using that cleverness of yours you will embody all the love that you want to be, reuniting you with your heart with your mind and eventually you'll be reunited with your lover when time is right. I can not reveal more, but know that you will pursue the desires of your heart, the willow's weep of it's sincerity to come. Out of battle, when the thundering roars of war slows down and the field is empty of chaos, the night sky will sing to you to take your chance.

You appear like that of a frozen flower at the top of the mountain, someone who seems to stand strong in solitude, but under the frost lays the growing bloom, your heart desiring a true companion. And once the time is right, the exterior frost will disappear to reveal a worthy love. Worry not, those fears will dissipate, the 6 of heart repeats this tale.

Additional messages the willows' of the wasps sing to me, this knight you love is that of a "heart throb", royal and loyal, soft yet structured. You will truly be united within a couple of years, and the willows wisps for you to be patient, as he whispers to you "be patient my love, I'm almost there". Soon may not feel soon enough, but the magic can be felt and you will know. Take you chance and stand tall with your choice my dear mage.

For no brighter light than love could ever hope to stop this path.

(Disclaimer, this is fictional and for fun! None of this is accurate! Though I do hope that you enjoyed this little adventure with me! Feel free to visit again!)

Well isn't this a bit odd. A reclusive inventor paying a visit to my old humble shack? I'm honored, though it seems as your mind does not align with your heart, hence your hesitance to be here. Worry not, for the weeping willows weep no secret not meant to be revealed yet. Everything meant to happen will happen in due time.

So please take a seat, and do mind the fairies, they tend to love peeping in on any potential mischief to be had. However, I don't think you will as you seem to be kindred spirits of sorts. Ah, yes. Though hardened with time and diligence, the mischief is hidden within your eyes, still alive despite the years passing. Though along with the time came the nagging feeling of never doing enough.

A bit of a worry wart, are you? The 8 of Spades reveals that despite your outer appearance of being calm and in control, internally you overthink quite a bit. Your ambition for greater good is strong, yet it often leaves you too far from the ground. Stuck in your head with numbers and possible solutions, the greatest new inventions, but the forest advises you to think of what you already have achieved.

You are young and have yet more to grow, more than you know, though the 10 of Spades warns of your borderline workaholic tendencies creeping upon you if you overthink the future and fail to stay in the present. It's among this time between being swamped with mercenary orders and your drive for success through hard work where you will meet your future spouse.

Often stuck within the inner schematics of your next invention, you tend to fail to realize how much you already have. Perhaps the love you seek in already in your periphery, but you have yet to notice. Currently, everything blurs into together and perhaps that's also why you're here. This sense of time and dread builds up as you're constantly thinking of what to do next.

But breathe in the fresh rain after a storm, as when you do take notice of your surroundings, you will notice them, and that blurry storm will wash away. They are free-flowing, like water, and they leave you feeling light and refreshed, bringing a sense of living into your life. The Fool in Reverse and 3 of Clubs reiterates your stable footing in what is considered the real world, but you never venture far enough into the divine or present to see what's already there and the wind howls a warning; not to lose grasps what's important to you.

What do you truly seek? While you may find it a bit silly to take a break, everything may begin blurring together. Like water, let life flow and all will be revealed to you.

Additional messages that have trickled in through the sweet musings of the river tell me that you are to be patient as things happen in time, but it will be the most ordinary "magical encounter". There's even the musing of "Hey, where have you been my whole life?" with the "chilly" weather after the storm. Maybe this is love will feel like a first, but even against the current, stand strong with your values but also feel free to float along the river's path.

The river will flow where it needs to flow, as does life, with a little effort on your part, but also trust.

(Disclaimer, this is fictional and for fun! None of this is accurate! Though I hope you enjoyed this little interactive story and feel free to visit again!)

Oh my, you're quiet the adventurer aren't you? Ha ha. Harrowing through quest with that mighty sword upon your hips, you have drive and ambition. Yes, you seem quiet strong, your drive for knighthood seems compels you, is that what you wish for? I can see the fire in your eyes but your heart seems to be missing something. You seek financial compensation, perhaps?

I can see within the Ace of Diamonds that you wish to begin a new journey, an adventure or quest for financial gain within your adventurer life. Very fun I see. But to come here for a mere fortune, in this small little hut, with no near guilds or institutions that could offer you any real thrilling question begs what you wish for.

You are no longer a struggling adventurer traveling through the naked wood banks, but neither are you financially abundant. Hence, within your future, I see you taking the burden of an instrumental quest given by a powerful mage. Although you will begin the journey alone, along the way, you will meet companions and friends who will help lessen the burden placed upon you. Within that group, you will find your soulmate.

The 5 of Diamonds suggest that you will be prosperous in this journey, and you will find all that you seek for in addition to the finical gain you want. However, this is a life altering path, one where you will come to question your being, and life, as you know it. Not only is your path altered by the riches and fame of knighthood given to you, but by the companions you will meet in your life, that only enriches your adventurer mind.

The journey will not be easy and will challenge everything you had known of your previous life. But as a reward to ease your growing nerves, the willows tell me that your love is very handsome in deed. Gazes will be shared and maybe you have a trickle of fancy at first sight, but instead you busy yourself with gathering your companions.

No need for alarm, you must be patient, this does not happen in a day. And it may be possible that even after meeting, it would take a few years till you two officially begin your relationship. Dancing to the fire at nights, singing to the stars as other cajole you two to rest, and laughter will be abundant as well as comfortable silence. It's within these moments that your bond will grow and you will know.

The forest wishes to end it's wisdom, so I shall no longer speak.

Are you willing to take this jump? The rest is up to you, young adventure. May the world bless you with love and take care.

(Disclaimer, this is fictional and for fun! None of this is accurate! Though I hope you enjoyed this and feel free to visit again!)

Notes: So this was originally going to be posted in August but I kept delaying it but wanted to get it posted before October so here it is! I had lot of fun doing this but I'm not entirely satisfied with it as now. I may come back to do this again, but for now, hope you guys enjoyed this little interactive story!

Like said, this isn't an actual reading and shouldn't be taken seriously. This is just a fun little fictional story idea I've been dying to do for a while now so here it is!

#pick your own adventure #pick a picture #short story #interactive story #pick a card #fictional story

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jukkaricity · 1 month ago

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Companion banter with Alectris - Davrin edition

Alectris starts off on a wrong foot with Davrin. Or maybe he just thinks he already knows who he is dealing with.

She's run of the mill arrogant Tevinter mage, he's a self-righteous Grey Warden. Nothing to see here, or is there?

First banter upon having both Alectris and Davrin in party

Davrin: So. You’re a blood mage.

Alectris: Excuse me?

D: Oh, come on. You’re a Vint. Nobility. And military. No way you’re still alive and never did blood magic.

A: But of course, every day. Before breakfast too.

A: Watch that overgrown chicken of yours. He might make a great sacrifice.

D: You wouldn’t dare try.

A: Tell yourself that.

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Follow up banter upon having both Alectris and Davrin in party

Davrin: I knew a blood mage Vint one.

Alectris: Oh? This better be good.

D: Yeah, couldn’t get him to stop yapping. Never met anyone so sure they’ll make First Warden.

A: The charmer Rook met before didn’t look like a mage. Do tell me what happened.

D: He didn’t live through the joining.

A: Don’t worry Davrin. If I get blighted you’ll be the first to get a stab at me.

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Alectris: So, how did the Wardens resurrect an extinct species?

Davrin: It’s Warden business.

A: So blood magic?

D: That’s not what I said.

A: Blood magic. I knew it.

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Triggered post combat

Davrin: You’re not so bad with the sword.

Alectris: Tevinter might be all about magic, but the military has its own requirements.

D: So those wild swings came from your tutors.

A: At least I had tutors and didn’t take my stance lessons from a squirrel.

D: Well, it has served me well so far.

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Davrin: I don’t know of many mages that are so eager to stand on the front line.

Alectris: Setting your enemies on fire is great. Getting them down with a sword? At least as satisfying.

D: I could agree with that.

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Alectris: Tell me about your monster hunts Davrin.

Davrin: Why the interest?

A: Ah, am I not allowed a bit of curiosity?

D: No, if I don’t know the purpose.

A: Maybe I want to start a monster killing career after it’s all done.

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Lighthouse banter

Davrin: So, you weren’t joking when you said you wanted to kill monsters for coin?

A: Oh? Where is this coming from?

D: I saw you reading the guide back in the library.

A: Since the professional was not willing to share his secrets, I looked elsewhere.

D: Leave that book, it will get you killed. I’ll give you some tips.

#dragon age #datv #dragon age veilguard #da veilguard #oc: alectris mercar #fake banter #dragon age davrin #davrin #jukkari writes: da stuff

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rookamell · 1 year ago

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Pure Gale Fluff

Gale/Tav

Ignore the layout of the tower mentioned here I tried to be as vague as possible but it doesnt make any sense🤷‍♀️. Also wizard magic=science rules right? That makes sense?? Does to me so there you go. I headcanon that Arabella Shadowheart and Astarion stay in Waterdeep for at least a few weeks before moving on to wherever they go next

I’m literally on a roll with these lol

The tower was warm against the chill outside when Gale got back from his errands in the city. It smelled of snow outside, and he smiled, happy to be home, at least before the flakes started falling.

Darkness was falling behind the clouds, and Tav had started a fire while he was gone, though she hadn’t closed the curtains, and soft light still filtered in through the windows, illuminating Tara’s curled up form in front of the fireplace, where she was snoring gently.

Tav herself was asleep on the couch in front of that same fire. She had taken it upon herself to slightly rearrange his library room, to make it more “homey” she said. He’d grumbled about it good naturedly, but in that moment he realised he’d let her rearrange anything she wanted if it meant he could come home to her, asleep in front of a fire like she was just then.

It had been… an adjustment, coming back to his tower. What he had thought would be a refuge against the world had turned out to be filled with less than pleasant memories of the time before their adventure.

Then we’ll make new memories, she’d said. New memories like coming home to her sleeping form after a cold day outside.

Golden brown hair spilled over an armrest, and a heavy leather tome was propped against her knees, arms crossed over her chest.

He walked over to her after depositing his packages, and almost reverantly bent down next to the couch. His fingers tangled in that silky golden hair even as he kissed her cheek softly.

She was awake immediately, he knew, because she was the lightest sleeper in the realms, but she kept her eyes closed stubbornly.

He grinned, and this time he kissed those wonderfull lips of hers. She grinned into it, and when he pulled away, stretched awake, almost catlike in her movements.

“Sorry,” she said quietly. “I was reading this horrible dissertation. Can you believe this man thinks that Melf’s third law of evocation is as he put it “a loosely connected string of words with no real meaning behind them”?”

Gale grinned.

“You don’t agree?”

“The third law is the only one that makes any sense to me, if I’m being completely honest.”

She smiled, her wonderful eyes twinkling with delight. Her hand cupped his cheek, callouses scraping over his beard in the most wonderful way.

“A few weeks ago you didn’t know Melf had any laws,” he murmured, grinning as he kissed her again.

“Well, now I do,” she said matter of factly. “And I’ve formed an opinion, based on my sorcerous expertise.”

“Ah,” he said, “of course. Though many powerful mages would agree that your opinion is wrong.”

Her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, and she pulled him forward for another kiss.

“I don’t think you know what the word ‘opinion’ means, Gale Dekarios.”

He laughed, and her eyes twinkled in response, and for a moment the breath was knocked out of him. So much so that he had to sit back, away from her.

She frowned, sitting up, all traces of sleep gone from her eyes and demeanor, replaced by a worried frown, a tension that meant she was ready for a fight.

“Gale?” She asked, “What is it?”

What is it?

How could he explain it? How could he explain the feeling of coming home to a tower where a fire was already roaring against the chill outside? How could he explain the sight of his tressym companion curled up asleep without a worry in front of that fire? How could he explain the sight of her, asleep in front of that same fire, the feeling in his chest when he was allowed to kiss her into wakefulness and she did not jump up, scared, because she knew, finally, that she was safe with him? How could he explain the way he had someone to discuss Melf with, after years of just Tara? Someone who would argue back as an equal? How could he ever explain how her laughter felt like a balm to his heart? How could he ever explain exactly what she meant to him? Him, who could normally find words for anything.

“I- uhm,” he grinned slightly, “I don’t know if I could ever verbalise how much it means to have you here. With me.”

Her eyes softened, and she lay her head down on the couch again.

“You’ll find a way, I’m sure,” she said softly, her starlit eyes twinkling.

There was a yawn from the direction of the fireplace, and Tara stretched herself into wakefulness not unlike Tav had done only a few minutes before.

“Ah!” The tressym said, “Mr. Dekarios, thank goodness you’re back! I trust you brought me back some of those wonderful fishes from the market for dinner? I would have gone out earlier to hunt pidgeons, but I’m afraid the fire was much too comfortable.”

He reluctantly broke free of Tav’s soft gaze to turn to his tressym companion.

“Why of course, Tara my dear,” he said, getting up with a groan. His knees really did not agree with the cold.

“Would you like your share now, or would you like to wait while I cook for all three of us?”

“Just the three of us?” Tav asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“Yes, unfortunately,” he replied, walking down to the kitchen.

“Astarion and Arabella are still at the Yawning Portal, Arabella said she would keep him company until sundown. Shadowheart was ‘much too busy with Shieldmeet preparations to have dinner tonight’. So, just the three of us.”

He started charming spices and sauces from various shelves as Tara twisted herself between his legs in her age old ritual of welcome.

“I can’t decide,” Tav’s voice drifted down to him from the library. “Whether Astarion or Arabella is the worse influence.”

She appeared in the doorway, somehow managing to look put together with slightly mussed hair and dressed in one of his old sleep shirts.

“Now that is a question, isn’t it?”

She came up and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her cheek resting against his back, and again he had to take a moment and compose himself.

“Personally I think they both bring out the worst in each other, although at least the vampire treats me with dignity when he is here,” Tara spoke up, hopping up onto the counter in front of him.

“Arabella’s still learning, Tara,” Tav said.

“Hmpf. Well. She’ll learn quickly enough why no one else yanks a tressym’s tail if she ever does it again.”

“So, Tara,” Gale said quickly, aware his companion’s temper could flare sometimes. “Fish now, or fish later?”

“I shall wait, Mr. Dekarios. I have manners. Besides, if I eat now I shall most certainly fall asleep, and then how will the two of you entertain yourselves?”

He could picture Tav’s mischievous smile as she said, “Oh, I can think of a few ways.”

He blushed slightly as she kissed the back of his neck, but thankfully, Tara had turned away to inspect the quality of the fish he had bought.

#bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #baldur’s gate 3 #gale bg3 #gale x tav #gale/tav #wildweave

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absolutefilthimsosorry · 8 months ago

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Spoilers for DnP Incohearent!!!!

I’m having so much fun trying to solve these that I made a list to keep track! Message if you can help me fill in any I’m missing or if I’ve got any wrong!!!

Also lmk if you see any I’ve missed!! I’m going to keep updating this and have it unrebloggable but you can reblog this post to have a link to it!

These are all gathered from this post and this post so check the notes on those first to try to solve them then look here if you need answers!

Sow march cheer ray = so much cherry

Wee nay urn for uke oye yer tub = we’ve never fucked on youtube?

Ta fold in fig = the golden pig

Feed hay hid eho = vday video

Tat he won ape hit morse him he = daddy want a bit more simmy

Watt ken ice hay = what can I say

North key bus teabag king = naughty busty baking

Fool tie enter nit hobo / fall tie mint her nepo moe / fault aye mint earn are ohm owe/ foul thyme inch hermit hole mold = full time internet homo

Cumin mile aid deed or = come in my ladydoor

Hum hay zinc tan = amazingdan

Elven ower fug sedge own = eleven hour fuck session

An berry moth ribeye adam stir = and every month we buy a hamster

March rest array = Manchester eye

Cyst herding yell = sister daniel

Add a ding teps = editing tips

Cop dubai khaki luna = topped by kakuna

Late eat tore = ladydoor

Half tugger etch two eggs cyst = have the courage to exist

Perish she end wink = Parisian twink

Coal ten big/ goal then pick = golden pig

Cyst ordain yell = sister daniel

Train youth inks = try new things

Gay mean moss/ gain ink mass = gamingmas

Soften need = soft and neat

A wools lied = owl slide

Topper bought them hill = top or bottom Phil

Coat fit firenze = golf with friends???

Few ours pig meow fits = viewers pick my outfits

Read less tar = red lester

Eye eight soup igloo = I ate super glue

Insight youth era too walls = inside you there are two wolves

Mine amy stan = my name is Dan

Clap hella = glabella

Hiss teeth rent = hits different

Eel eyes apron kay kiss = Eliza pancakes

See pram haze ink bra jet = super amazing project

Feels lie yawn = phils lion

Fuel ease snot dawn fair = Phil is not on fire

Jaw shush ear son = josh hutcherson

Ball bull him tour food = bauble in your foot?

Sure eck = shrek

High ate dust = hiatus

Add a dink deps = editing tips

Ga hay shoom air age = gay shoe marriage

Pope eat plate aim = poppy playtime

Eat aches stu = it takes two

Goo gal few ed = google feud

Baze ick lee eye meg ay = basically I’m gay

Ko min yout ti ew = coming out to you

Ender knit subvert grew oop = internet support group

Phylis turn yar a sheen yes = PHIL LESTER YOU’RE A GENIUS

With Audi intern yet wean ed brr wood halve mat = without the internet we never would have met

Gum ban yins drool I’ve = companions through life

Reed sons wide answer flail = reasons why dans a fail

Ewan dam ah some are reed = you and Dan are so married

Denver sis fill/ Denver cis full = Dan vs Phil

Or lawn huffing = all or nothing

Dunk rye core raft = don’t cry craft

Mortal jester roam and thick/ Morph adjust row antic = more than just romantic

So wall how debris poll light = swallow to be polite???

Oar hinge art = orange heart

Foray virgo em = forever home

Chai reel loop/ share real oob = cherry lube

Cad boyd anne = cat boy dan

Far turf ill lip = father philip

Tess lit hen ink = the slittening

Forth house indie rolled or touches = four thousand year old tortoises

Hey moth swish roundup floating = a month without uploading

Jam march let pet tea an farms = Je mange les petit enfants

Day lion howl tour = Dalien Howlter

Ima let all kit = I’m a little kit

Feel pearl lays shell ter = Phil plays shelter

Fewer blue key app ending = viewer spooky happenings

Hell low iam tour reel = hello I am Toriel

Laugh tuh gey mile kuh = left to get milk

Villas eek wreck why vuh = Phil’s secret wife

Footy strain gin said dent = ___ strange incident????

Snow core play sum = snokoplasm

Nope puts cereal sleeping mage innit = no but seriously imagine it

Tear rip pulling flu hence = terrible influence

Jeff why eye aisle hike vague liner = fyi I like vagina

Eggs intense all cry cis = existential crisis

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#phan #dnp #dan and phil #incohearent #dnp incohearent #dnp incohearent masterlist

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tortoise-teapot · 2 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by: @queenaeducan Tagging: @broodwolf221 @adelaidejenahrhymes @bashir-my-beloved-my-beloved @tobestik @kcwriter-blog @elvhenprince

I've been writing various scenes of my longfic to practice and hopefully I'll know what I'm doing enough to stitch it all together eventually lol.

Context: Avery, a circle mage and Dreamer, befriends Solas, who is finding his way back to lucid dreaming from his post-Veil-forming dreamless uthenera. After many months of the two meeting in the Fade, and Solas helping him prepare, Avery's long-planned coup begins tomorrow.

The gentle rustling of leaves and contented chirping of creatures is accompanied by the snap of a blade of grass. Avery rolls it between his forefinger and thumb, and when it is reduced to a small grain, he replaces it mindlessly. The mottled Fade sky peeks through the break in the tree canopy, and he studies the swirling colors, admiring the dance of oranges, yellows, and greens. He takes a long breath, then muses,

“This could be the last we see of each other.”

“Each meeting could be our last,” Solas rebuts. A wry glance from Avery pulls a delicate smile from him. “But I understand your sentiment.”

“Mm.”

Solas studies the other man’s expression; drawn and stale, eyebrows knitted in concentration as he hunts for a satisfactory blade of grass to maim. “You have not felt this before, have you?”

A blush spreads up his neck. “Felt what?”

Solas’ brow hardens, but his eyes remain wide and gentle. “The creeping silence the night before battle.”

“Ah. That’s one way to describe it, I suppose.”

He repositions himself so he is seated facing Avery directly. “You feel differently.”

Their eyes meet at a brush, but Avery’s dart to the grass under Solas’ deliberate attention. He claims another victim and rolls it between his now-stained fingertips, as he had the others. “The ‘creeping silence’ is there. Well put, in fact.” He cracks a grin that does not leave his lips. “But it’s–” he glances up at Solas, and is momentarily lost in his rapt focus. He forgets the joke he was about to make. “It’s not alone.”

Solas’ voice is hardly above a whisper. “Nor are you.”

The glade stills, and details melt away as the pair’s eyes dart across each others’ features. Avery feels a prickling glaze of sweat on his brow from a spike in humidity. He releases hold of the heat in his chest, allowing it to fill his heart before running through his fingers and spilling into the greater Fade with his exhale. The sudden humidity dissipates as quickly as it arrived, but the crisp spring day Avery had intended to replicate remains unseasonably warm.

With a slight shake of the head and an indeterminate expression, Solas refocuses his attention over Avery’s shoulder into the underbrush, which finds its shape once again.

Avery reclaims his gaze with a steady hand to his chin. “Or you, Solas.”

It feels like drifting. Instinctual. Avery is unsure whether he guides the other man’s lips to his, or if he was already on course. Solas’ mouth opens against the wet brush of his lips. The moment is removed from time or reason.

Avery retreats just far enough away to study his companion’s expression.

#soup writes #don't mind me just *makes my writing debut*#meddle boys #knitted fate #solavery #wip wednesday #NOT AN ADVERB IN THE OPENING PARAGRAPH i think it's ok. pbhhht #i need to pepper the paragraph of avery demonstrating his improved focus as opposed to ch 1 with like. flirty things #this is avery's version of the haven scene #solas goes in for seconds and thirds before dining and dashing #or at least trying to. it would be cruel of him to wake avery.#solas #solasmance #solas dragon age #solavelyan #m/m solasmance #bi solas

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bossuary · 6 months ago

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FIC: The Demon (ao3 link)

Rating: T or G, idk Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard Pairing: Lucanis Dellamorte, Emmrich Volkarin Tags: m/m, pining, age difference, height difference, death, Nice Necromancer, Shit Assassin, romantic inexperience, a touch of hand kink, a smidge of spirit/demon kink?, a bit of intellect diddling, mary kirby is to blame Word Count: 1020 Summary: Lucanis discovers that insomnia in the Lighthouse is not a solo activity. Emmrich doesn't sleep much, either. And he's very interested in...things. Notes: MIGHT KEEP GOING AND MAKE SOME FILTH would that be...of interest to anyone?

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“Oh dear. People truly call you that?” Emmrich’s voice was tinged with scorn and scandal. “To your face?”

“Some do, yes,” Lucanis said with a nod.

He smiled at the sensitivities of Westerners. In all the pages of his life, all the way back to when he had been Luca, demon was the least of the epithets he had endured.

“Charming,” Emmrich murmured.

The moka pot burbled on the stove. Its tin lid shimmied. They seemed illusions of warmth, meant to comfort mortal senses. Lucanis watched for steam, felt the dreamlike throb of the Lighthouse, and was grateful that it didn’t itch. He poured a short cup for himself, and one for his fellow sleepless companion.

Emmrich thanked him, and took his cup to the table. Lucanis plucked a lidded bowl from the cupboard, and spooned sugar into his coffee. More than he should have, less than he truly wanted, always.

“It’s a colorful appellation for a man of your profession,” Emmrich mused from his seat at the cozy kitchen table. “Tell me, is it…an accurate one?”

Lucanis tensed. Granules of sugar skittered across the counter. This wasn’t the time to work out the semantics of what he was. Not in the small hours, ragged with insomnia. Not in this place between places. Not with the death mage. He dropped the sugar spoon into its bowl and gave Emmrich a smile as brittle as his cup.

“It’s just a word,” Lucanis replied, fighting to keep things light. “It’s no different than assassin. Or necromancer .”

Emmrich nodded as Lucanis spoke, cradling his cup so the steam whispered up along his face.

“Mhm. Or, mage killer, for example,” he said, sipping his coffee around a tease so slight it took a demon to catch it.

Lucanis inhaled and looked away. “Ah. About that…”

Emmrich held up a hand. It would have been a patronizing gesture, had the old man’s smile been less disarming.

“Please. To serve death is to respect it utterly, wouldn’t you agree?” he said, holding Lucanis’ gaze over the rim of his cup. “I could never be afraid of it.”

Or of you.

“Uh. Well said, I think,” Lucanis offered, and lifted his cup in salute.

The placket of Emmrich’s shirt curled open at the throat, Lucanis noted, and the sleeves were rolled neatly to his elbows. He hadn’t just been sleepless, tonight, he had been working. Was there a tattoo above the sculpted forearm, or just a shadow?

Lucanis pushed past it. He savored his coffee. Velvety and dark, with a cherry tang. It anchored him in this unmoored place. Across the room, Emmrich appeared equally soothed. The silence they shared between fragrant sips eventually thinned. Emmrich cleared his throat.

“The word ‘demon’ is derived from daemonium, in Tevene,” he began, and rose from the table as if giving a private lecture.

If only Lucanis had been any kind of scholar.

He sipped his coffee and listened, and caught himself noticing useless things: the engaging rhythm of Emmrich’s accent, stray locks of silver that fell over his forehead, his hands. Mostly, damningly, those hands.

“For centuries, the Alamarri in the Frostbacks used an ideogram to refer to what one might call a demon today. It was a fish hook, rather a clever shape to describe such a complex being, or a complex relationship to one.” He came to stand a few feet from Lucanis at the counter, easing his lean shape against it, holding his cup like a precious artifact. “It looked…not unlike that symbol, there.”

Emmrich gave a subtle nod, his eyes fixed on Lucanis’ belt. Among the other medallions was one etched with a soot-black hook. Reflexively, Lucanis looked down at himself, and heat bloomed in his face.

Made you look.

Emmrich’s interest was so present, his gaze as deft as the finger of a jeweler, that Lucanis half expected to see the medallion move as if lifted by a spell. There was no itch, however. What Lucanis felt was purely the magic of the man’s attention.

An itch by another name. To name it, he would be a straw doll striking a match.

He should have spoken by now. Emmrich, patient as the grave, used one of those elegant fingers to touch the scattered granules of sugar on the counter. Maybe it was the Lighthouse, or some other ancient charm, that freed Lucanis to imagine he could take Emmrich’s finger between his lips and have all the sugar he liked.

A swift pang of loneliness stole his rising heat, though, and stilled his hand as it drifted to the medallion. If Illario were here he would mortify Lucanis with salacious suggestion and vulgarity until misery became another name for family.

But Illario wasn’t there.

“For us, this does not represent demons,” Lucanis said, finally, and grimaced.

Emmrich gave him a confused look.

Bravissimo, Professor Dellamorte, very smart.

Lucanis drained the remaining coffee he would have preferred to sip, pushed his cup away, and nodded to Emmrich.

“Goodnight, Volkarin.”

He retreated to the dark hall beyond the kitchen light, but Emmrich’s voice stopped him.

“I pity the incurious souls of the world, those bereft of a willing heart, for there is such pleasure in knowledge. They won’t know the meaning of a word, or the nature of the creature it describes.” He strode to the edge of the lamplight, hands clasped behind his back, and fixed Lucanis with another arresting look. “A carelessness that too often extends, also, to people.”

Lucanis swallowed. The shadows seemed a meager protection, now.

“Meaning?”

With a smirk and a flick, Emmrich doused the kitchen lamps. Lucanis felt a brief scratch behind his eyes.

“Only that whatever I may be called by others,” said Emmrich, joining Lucanis in the shadows, “I wish you to know that I am not a careless man.”

Lucanis said nothing. He froze as if a great light had spotted him where he shouldn’t be.

“Goodnight, Master Dellamorte,” said Emmrich, warmly. “Sleep well.”

As he watched Emmrich disappear into the guest wing, Lucanis had a single, desolate thought in reply.

Not even when I’m dead.

#bossfic #dragon age: the veilguard #lucanis dellamorte #emmrich volkarin #lucanis x emmrich #lucanis/emmrich

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skeletinmoss · 1 month ago

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The curse of the dark Phoenix

Chapter 21: Hail to the king

First chapter | Previous

Roman looked up at the gates. Virgil was sitting on his shoulder in phoenix form.

Behind him stood his friends, both with their own animal companion/high Mage in disguise.

Just an hour ago, he and Virgil had awoken in the bed at the inn. Roman felt a little uneasy in the stomach, but that was quickly overpowered by an onslaught of butterflies. A kiss. His first kiss. And it was unlike any in the history of romance.

Virgil chuckled and kissed his forehead. "How do you feel?" he asked gently.

"A bit queesy, but also wonderful," Roman admitted, making Virgil smile brighter. Gods he loved that smile.

"Let's go before Remus finds a way to get us banned from the inn," he suggested.

They both got up and headed downstairs where animated discussions were being held.

"Virgil! Please do tell me that this is some kind of joke!" Janus exclaimed.

"I'm guessing Logan informed you that most of what's in your tea is supposedly very dangerous according to the current council of ten?" Virgil wondered.

Janus cursed, though Roman never heard the word he used.

"I will take pleasure in reclaiming my seat," Janus growled.

"You were one of the ten?" Logan asked. That hadn't been brought up on their tea date then. It surprised Roman. He'd expected Janus to practically lead with that information to impress Logan.

“Well we never surrendered our position, so we technically still are,” Janus mused.

Logan was at a loss of words.

“Though when we first joined it was a council of nine. When Arthur left the throne to his heir we invited a tenth,” Virgil recalled.

“Each high mage on the council is supposed to be a reference to a god right?” Roman asked.

Janus nodded. "With Remus as the honorary eleventh," he added. His tone fondly berating his friend.

"Which gods did you represent?" Roman asked.

"Well, for my tendency towards... creative solutions in matters of diplomacy, I was assigned the honor of representing Terox. Virgil, for his role in protecting the childhood of PriRei Arthur Pendragon he was honored with Solux until the reign of the second king. Which was when he took over the role of Mage of Stelix," Janus explained.

Roman frowned confused. Janus had used a weird name to refer to Animal too…

"Earth, Sun and Stars," Virgil offered helpfully. Much to Janus' dismay.

"I assume you prefer their names in your native tongue," Logan deduced. Native...?

"We all tend to fall back on it, though usually when no one else is around. We spoke it in the memory I showed you guys. I just translated everything to modern language," Virgil explained.

Oh. Roman supposed it made sense that the language had evolved through the centuries.

"On to more important business. Did you two figure out a disguise? The king is expecting a dark phoenix. I would rather not give him a heart attack by giving him more than he bargained for," Virgil asked.

"Oh don't you worry. I'll be super harmless. But Virgie have you and your boyfriend looked in a mirror yet? Or each other's eyes at least?" Remus wondered. Janus squinted his eyes. "My, you are right Remus. Good catch," he praised. Meanwhile Patton and Logan were staring at Roman until their eyes widened in realization.

"Interesting," Logan breathed as Patton squealed.

Roman turned to Virgil and they both gasped in realization.

Around Virgil's pupil was a band of amber imbedded in his amethyst eyes. Not just a stagnant band either. If Roman focused he could swear it looked like a ring of amber fire. And Roman could only assume that his now Amber eyes had a similar ring of purple flames around his eyes. How had they missed that? They must’ve still been a bit out of it.

“I suppose dying together was bound to leave some sort of mark,” Virgil mused fondly.

“It looks very good on you,” Roman offered.

“You too,” Virgil agreed.

“Sickening. Okay cutie, ready to be my ride?” Remus wondered as he turned to Patton. “Ah, sure. Let’s do this,” Patton said, a bit nervous.

“Virgil you wouldn’t happen to have some skin among your supplies?” Janus wondered smoothly.

“Who do you take me for?” Virgil scoffed playfully as he retrieved a snakeskin from his bag and handed it to Janus.

“Alright! Let’s see the king!” Remus exclaimed. And in the blink of an eye, where the high mages stood only moments before, now were a yellow and black checkered snake and a squirrel the size of a small cat.

“Aaaaw!” Patton squealed as he picked the Remus Squirrel up and let it climb onto his shoulder, nibbling at his hair while Logan let the snake wrap himself around his arm.

“He’s so cute,” Patton said as he reached up to scratch the creature on the chin.

“Remember that that’s Remus Patton,” Roman warned, wanting to shield his friend from suffering similar embarrassment to what he experienced when Virgil pointed out how intimate he’d been towards him while in phoenix form.

Virgil chuckled as Remus squeaked in complaint.

Patton swiftly pulled his hand back, embarrassed.

"Let's not waste any more time," Virgil suggested. "When talking to the king, don't mention that you know I have a human form unless you absolutely have to. If I’m caught, you are to be as shocked as anyone else," he insisted sternly. Roman frowned but nodded. He didn’t like it but he understood that Virgil would be able to take care of himself perfectly well should things go badly. Having to protect Roman and the others in addition would only make things harder for him. Virgil stared him down for a moment more before taking his phoenix form and landing on Roman's shoulder. Nibbling affectionately at Roman's ear, making him chuckle. It was intended to comfort him. He was being overly cautious and didn’t really think he’d need this emergency plan.

"Gues it isn't a secret anymore?" Roman looked up. The innkeeper and his wife. Right.

"We are going to meet with the king now. He'll have the final say." Roman explained. The couple nodded. "Good luck," they offered.

The mages nodded and headed out onto the main road into the capitol.

The tension of the situation made teasing and light conversation unappealing. So they traveled in silence. Getting in the city was not too hard.

The guards eyed them curiously, but they recognized the trio and let them through.

It was very early so the streets weren’t busy, but every pair of eyes followed them until they were out of sight. It wasn’t exactly every day one saw three mages walk through the capitol with A dark Phoenix perched on a shoulder and a cosmic wolf walking among them like this. At the castle gates, they were inspected. Including their bags. Luckily, Virgil had taken his satchel with him in his phoenix form this time. Being caught with forbidden herbs was not going to help them. Star was being very patient and politely asked the guards for pets. Which he rightfully received. Their weapons were confiscated, which was normal procedure when meeting the king. Still, Roman felt just a touch anxious about handing the spear over to the guard.

"Careful with that, it's rare," he pleaded. Virgil was amused. Yes, he supposed asking the guard to handle the weapon with care after smacking several cultists over the head with it was a little... contradictory. Still. He wanted it to return to Virgil's collection with as little damage as possible. Virgil nibbled at his ear again in appreciation. They were led to the throne room by a heavily armed escort. A guard went in to inform the king of their arrival and left them with three other guards.

Roman looked at Logan, eyed the guards and then quirked a brow at his friend a small smirk on his lips.

Silently pointing out that they could easily take them on if they'd wanted to.

Logan rolled his eyes and stared him down sternly.

A reminder that this was protocol.

That was true. Still. After taking out a cult, this seemed almost insulting. Virgil tightened his grip on Roman's shoulder, trying not to lose his composure. Apparently, he was hilarious.

The door opened. "The king will see you now," the guard said as he let them in.

Roman took in a deep breath. As the one carrying the guest of honor, he was going first to keep the attention away from the two others.

He walked in with his head held high, fighting the urge to look back when the door closed behind him. He tensed up slightly when Star's ears perked up and the cosmic wolf got out in front of them and went right up to the throne. Once again, requesting pats. Roman looked up at the throne where king Thomas sat. Back straight, his face marked with lines. Silver hair adorned with a golden crown.

He was meeting Roman's gaze, face unreadable. The only sign of softening was in how he briefly looked down to pet Star before focusing back on him.

When Roman was a few paces from the throne, he knelt down. Careful not to jostled Virgil too much, who also bowed his head respectfully, a sadness in his heart.

"My king, we have answered your summons as fast as we could," Roman vowed.

"I can see that," King Thomas observed as he rose from his throne. His voice even, his posture impeccable and his face composed. Star followed a step behind.

He descended slowly from the dias, eyes focused on Roman's shoulder. More precisely, the phoenix perched on it.

"I apologize for pulling you away from your mission. But between the cult and the Phoenix, I had to get an update in person," the king explained as he started to walk a circle around them. One arm behind his back, the other gesticulating casually.

"I apologize for not mentioning it sooner, my king. We found his ashes locked in a box at the arch mage's tower," Roman explained, just barely catching sight of the king's tightening fist before he moved out of view.

"We weren't sure what it meant, and we didn't want to sow unrest," he promised. That was the truth.

The king hummed, still walking a circle around them.

"How did you fare against the dark flames defenses?" The king wondered, still gesturing with his hand as he came back into view. That was when it dawned on Roman: he was casting a spell.

Virgil didn't seem worried though, so Roman relaxed.

"We met with no resistance," he admitted.

"Hmmm," King Thomas hummed, coming to a stop in front of Roman. Prompting Star to sit beside him and happily wag his tail as he got rewarded with scratches on the head.

The king made a gesture with his hand, and Roman saw a circle light up on the ground. Whatever spell he'd been casting was activated.

"What else have you taken from the tower?" The king demanded. Roman felt pressure around his throat... a truth spell.

"An encrypted journal and supplies," he swore.

"How do you know the Phoenix isn't a threat?" The king continued.

"My magic mixed with his while he reincarnated. I can feel his emotions. He has not wished us harm since we met. He has been rather helpful," Roman assured him.

"Helpful, how?" the aged king demanded.

"He has helped us find clues, protected us and without him we would have never been able to get into the night flame's home," Roman said. As vague as the spell allowed him to be.

"You are not surprised that I did magic," the king noted.

"No sire," Roman confirmed.

"Who told you that I am a mage?" He asked. Roman hesitated, but he could feel the spells grip pushing the answer out, so he gave in. "Virgil Night Flame, your majesty," he confessed.

"The nightflane died Fifty years ago though," King Thomas insisted, a slight pain in his tone under an angry tremble.

Roman glanced at Virgil on his shoulder. Unable to suppress a small smile. "He takes offense to that," he translated.

To his shock, the king responded by drawing his sword and aiming it at Virgil's chest.

"The spell should have made you reveal your true form," he announced. Roman glanced back and saw his friends were out off the circle. Which explained why their companions didn’t return to their human forms.

"You have a commendable disguise. You even have Stardust fooled. But this ends now. As king I command you. Reveal yourself!" Thomas' eyes glowed golden as he said that, and Roman felt the weight leave his shoulder. He looked up and then hurriedly dove aside to give Virgil room to form.

He was fortunate. He had ended up landing on the floor in front of Virgil, giving him a good view as the high Mage formed, and his former student raised his sword to point it at his heart.

It was a gorgeous sight. The sun had just risen high enough to come through the window. So the games forming the shape of a phoenix and then condensing into the form of a man with a lot more feathers than normal was framed in a gorgeous golden backlight.

The king's jaw tightened along with the grip on his sword as he faced what he apparently believed to be an imposter wearing his late mentor's face.

"You have grown up a lot, Thomas," Virgil greeted sadly. "You have become a great king. Forgiving to the struggles of your people, sharp of mind and brave, to point a blade at an unknown enemy and not involve any of your knights," he observed while Roman carefully got up, trying not to disturb the conversation.

"Prove it. Prove that I am wrong. That you are who you claim to be," Thomas bit, heartbreak and rage fighting for dominance.

"The last spell I taught you was a mimic spell... was it truly Terance we spoke with Thomas?" Virgil quired curiously. Thomas was shaking. "Lucky guess. But before I was forbidden to practice magic, I used it all the time. It would be a reasonable assumption,” the king pointed out. Roman could feel Virgil's anger flare up when the king mentioned being forbidden from practicing magic.

"Then tell me my king. What do you consider irrefutable proof of my identity?" Virgil asked.

The king frowned. "I... I had a nickname for you when I was little, before I could pronounce your name. Only you and my parents would know about it. I only saw you on private visits back then. What was it?" The king asked.

Virgil was full of fondness when he answered.

"You called me Ani. After the birds that you chased in the gardens," he revealed.

The sword fell to the ground. "It really is you," the king gasped, clasping a hand in front of his mouth.

Virgil was both happy and sad. He opened his arms.

"Hello Thomas," he greeted. The king pulled his old mentor in a tight hug.

"I didn't want to believe... but after years... it hurt too much to hope. I'm so sorry," he sobbed.

"It has not occurred to me for even a moment to be angry at you, Thomas. I'm just glad I didn't miss out on all of your life. But I am angry that Gustav put a stop to your lessons. I'll fix that," he promised. The king chuckled.

"The terror of the mountains and the silver tongue are here too," Virgil revealed. Thomas pulled back, surprised, and looked at Patton and Logan. Their animal passengers took their cues and let go of their perches to settle beside them and take their human forms once more. Both bowing for their king. Roman honestly hadn't expected that from Remus.

"So the plague..." king Thomas mused.

"Yeah. We have theories. But first... Thomas." Virgil took the king by the shoulders and looked at him intensely. "Do you want to pick up where we left off? Really left off?" He asked. His pupil opened his mouth to answer but then paused. Considering the question. Then, his eyes widened in realization. "You could do that?" he asked. Virgil nodded. "You'll have to trust me though," he warned. "Do you want to have a second chance?" he asked. Roman didn't like how nervous Virgil was.

"Yes," the king decided after a long moment of consideration. "I want to rule over the country my father had wanted me to inherit as long as possible," he confessed.

"What are they talking about?" Patton asked, confused.

"Not sure. But Virgil is definitely about to do something crazy," Remus offered excitedly.

"Virgil... are you sure this is safe?" Roman asked.

"It is relatively safe for a phoenix mage with considerable experience dying," he promised, making Thomas tense. But his trust in his mentor overpowered his worry because he didn't change his mind.

Roman took a deep breath to calm hus own. He couldn't let Virgil be distracted. In. Out. In... oh Virgil was feeling more confident now, too. Good, keep breathing.

He watched as Virgil and the king started to glow. He nearly lost his composure when he saw the king's grey hair turn darker, the wrinkles smooth out and the frame gain strength before his eyes. But most shocking was Virgil's dark hair graying his supple skin, losing its glow wrinkles popping up at his eyes.

He was aging. And fast…

The deaging king gasped as he realized what was going on. And then Roman felt it. A feeling he recognized. He hadn’t put it together before but having gone through it himself he knew what this was. He’d felt it after Virgil got stabbed and after they drank that tea. Acceptance. Acceptance of the end…

Without thinking he grabbed the king by the waist and dragged him out of the way.

The next moment a blinding flame consumed Virgil, and then he was back to being in his late twenties.

Roman let out a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly let go of the king. “Apologies your highness!” he exclaimed flustered.

“That’s alright… Wow.”

Roman took in the king. Wow indeed. He looked younger than Roman all of a sudden.

“That took more out of me than I thought,” Virgil muttered. And Roman once again dashed forward, this time to steady Virgil.

“You died twice in the last few hours. Not to mention all you’ve been through since leaving that box,” Roman mused. “I suggest we get a proper night’s rest,” he offered.

Virgil shook his head. “First, I want a word with the council,” he insisted through gritted teeth.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #ts virgil #roman sanders #ts roman #prinxiety #ts thomas #character thomas #thomas sanders

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vangbelsing · 8 months ago

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Lucanis X Qunari!Rook drabble

Short(ish) little blurb based on this stupid prompt from last night. It's been?? I think an actual decade since I've written anything and I rushed through this in about 2-3 hours after sipping a little bit of the mead I was gifted, so I know the quality is definitely not gonna be great hhgdssfjjjf 😭 I'm soooo sorry in advance for this purely self indulgent piece 🙏

Pairing: Lucanis X Qunari Rook, nonbinary Rook, implied AFAB, SFW but is slightly suggestive

Characters: Lucanis, Emmrich, Rook

The battle hadn't been long, but it certainly felt like a fortnight in the moment, if only because of how off guard they had been caught. One moment, he could hear Emmrich listing the many aspects of death that had caused this place to become such a hotspot for spirits, (he could feel the truth of Emmrichs ramblings in that familiar, unwelcome itching behind his eye) the next, without barely even a sound - as if to drive the point home - undead sprang from all corners imaginable; the air filled with the scent of decay and regret before they could even see the corpses.

It took only the first heartbeat that deaths stink assaulted his nostrils for his hand to shoot toward his blade, quickly barking to his companions that combat was imminent. They wasted no time. Rook swiftly fell to the back of the formation as Lucanis and Emmrich took their places nearest to the undead. Though he wasn't trained for defensive combat or for taking on the bulk of enemy lines like a warrior, he was currently the most martially adept of the group, and so he assumed the role of protecting the mages from any stragglers.

One by one, the shamblers fell, the sickening crunch of steel meeting already decayed meat and bone filling the Crows ears. He'd heard it numerous times before, but it never seemed to be any less foul. Seconds passed, then minutes, as each of them continued on through the sounds of groans and barks at each movement made, the crackling of raw fade being cast at the uncannily lively dead, and the final wails of their foes signaling yet another was slain.

"Only three left." He had thought to himself, quickly accounting for each way he might approach dealing with his opponents.

It barely took a moment for him to close the distance between them as he lunged towards one in a solid, fluid motion. He took the thing first by its arm, twisting it harshly enough to hear bone crack before he spun the creature to face the opposite direction. He then pressed his foot its spine before kicking it forward into the other undeads oncoming attack. It let out a ghastly moan as the blade went directly through its midsection, the monster now going limp. While the other creature worked to remove the corpse from its weapon, Lucanis took the chance to exploit its current state of weakness to relocate to its blind spot. Before it could even react, the Crow had removed its head from its shoulders, watching with only slight satisfaction as it rolled on the ground.

"Down to the last." He noted internally, glancing left and right as he scanned for the remaining undead.

"Lucanis!" He'd heard Rook shout suddenly, their voice panicked, strained and utterly laced with fear.

"Ah. Behind, then." Without so much as casting a glance, he had turned in a blindingly swift motion with such force that his blade immediately found its mark, cutting through a sinewy throat with a dry, unnatural sound.

It fell to the ground with a rotten thud as Lucanis sheathed his weapon. That was all of them. Truly, it wasn't even close to one of his more dangerous encounters, but he would be the first to admit that he certainly hated most battlefield surprises.

"An impressive display, Lucanis," The older mage chimed in suddenly, his breathing only slightly laboured, "you did well in seeing to mine and Rooks safety. Perhaps we ought to consider a change to that sobriquet of yours, hm?"

Lucanis exhaled deeply through his nostrils - the sound dangerously close to a laugh - as he turned to face Emmrich, the ghost of a grin dancing at the edge of his mouth. Before he could even respond, however, a familiar voice pierced his ears in a frantic, breathless tone.

"Lucanis!"

Recognizing that voice as Rooks, he turned to face them, his brow lifting in confusion at the sudden crying of his name. But no sooner than he had opened his mouth to speak did he feel their arms wrap around him; the sensation of their warm body pressing quickly against his, causing a flush to spread up his neck as one hand cradled his head in place against them while the other gripped almost desperately at his back. It would have been enough to give him pause to be embraced in any situation. He was unused to such contact, and certainly so unexpectedly. However, it was the instant realization that his head had been buried in their chest that caused him the most distress.

"Lucanis, don't scare me like that! Do you know how worried I was when you charged off like that? You could have been hurt!" Rook cried out frenetically, the worry in their voice practically seeping out physically from every word spoken.

Perhaps he might have reassured them, or reprimanded them, or anything at all, if he could will himself to focus on something other than the way their voice seemed to vibrate in their chest and against his face, the feeling very near to pleasant. He cursed himself at the way his mind was becoming less and less capable of proper thought as their skin seemed to sear his own; their soft, tender flesh pressing ever so delightfully to his motionless body.

He felt his throat tighten the more aware he became of just how close they were. He could feel their heart pounding; hear it thrumming madly in their ribs. He could feel the tremors climbing up throughout their entire body in their state of near delirium as they kept him flush against their person, their legs practically locking with his. He could only imagine his heart had started beating exponentially quicker as well, though for reasons quite far removed from the qunari that was holding him in a firm yet gentle grip.

"Honestly! Do you need to be so reckless? I can only heal so much! What would have happened if that thing had been faster?" They very nearly started sobbing as their hold on him tightened.

Lucanis gritted his teeth at the increased contact of their breasts against his face. He knew if Rook was paying even the slightest attention that they would feel the way his skin was burning at their touch; how his ribs felt as if they might burst open under the force of his racing heart beat and the pressure of his caged torso brought flush to theirs. They might even have heard it as much as felt it.

"Now now, dear. You'll suffocate the poor boy. Then he won't need to worry about undead anymore, will he?" Emmrich finally seemed to speak up after what seemed like an eternity.

Rook cast a quick glance towards the elder mage, momentarily caught off guard before suddenly seeming to understand. With a gasp, they released Lucanis with a swift and ginger motion, now using their free hands to cover their mouth in what could be interpreted as concern or embarrassment. Or both.

"Lucanis, I-I'm so sorry! I hadn't meant-"

"I-it's fine." He cut them off abruptly, turning away from them as he rubbed at his increasingly sore neck. He hoped they wouldn't notice the blush that travelled from his neck, to his face, to the very tips of his ears.

They took a small step towards him, the expression they wore looking almost guilty. "Really, I am sorry. I just... I was so worried when you rushed off like that, I really just-"

"It's nothing, let's just keep going." He interrupted again, attempting to keep his face from view. He was ready to be anywhere that wasn't under Rooks doe-eyed gaze... Or scrutiny.

"Rook?" Emmrich chimed in once again, "Perhaps you might make sure our fetid guests are as dead as they appear?" He suggested gently to the obviously shaken qunari before throwing Lucanis a very quick look.

"I..." They seemed to hesitate, their eyes darting from the assassin, to the corpses, then to Emmrich.

The necromancer gave a reassuring smile. "I believe he'll manage just fine, dear."

Another few moments passed in silence before Rook nodded in acknowledgement, taking out a small dagger as they made their way to the corpses and leaving the two men to themselves. Lucanis breathed a small sigh, his shoulders slouching slightly as if some weight had been lifted from him. When he heard a faint chuckle fall from the necromancers lips, he whipped his head to the direction of the elder man that seemed more amused than Lucanis thought he had a right to be.

"What." He grumbled. The word was spoken less like a question and more like an accusation.

"I might have confused you for a beet if not for the leather." Emmrich said in a somewhat hushed tone, not even attempting to hide the humor he found in all this.

Lucanis frowned and tugged at his shirt collar, his eyes narrowing only slightly. "A lack of oxygen, nothing more."

Emmrichs grin widened at that, the man turning on his heel as he started a steady stride forward. "Why, my good assassin, I would never think to imply otherwise!"

And with that, he made his way. The Crow stood there for a moment, catching his breath. Both figuratively and literally. He had lived through training that others had been known to break from. His life had been in more danger than he would even care to count. But in all of his life, he could never recall a time where he had been so utterly... Coddled. It was foreign. Unnecessary.

Rook fawned and worried after him far too much, and certainly far more than was warranted. Yet, he could not shake that tightening in his chest when they called out his name when worried. How their hands felt on his skin when they mended the cuts and bruises on his own. They their eyes seem to soften as they looked over his every wound, treating them with the utmost tenderness and care; treating him that way.

It was unnecessary, yes... But it was not wholly unpleasant. He could admit that his heart would skip a beat when they laid their hand on his back to soothe the salves into his flesh. How his breath would hitch if their hand brushed his at the table. How they would dawn that sweet, sweet smile as they apologized if they had made him uncomfortable.

How could they? The very thought was enough to illicit a scoff. No one had ever been so outwardly concerned or so patient. For him. No, they could never make him uncomfortable. Uncertain? Possibly. Embarrassed? Certainly. But never comfortable. Not when they were the only one who knew how to bring him comfort.

But he needed to focus. There was still a job left to be done, and he was never one to leave a job left unfinished. And all that besides, he would still need to calm himself down once they returned to base... Maybe with a cold bath.

And still, even as they pressed on, he doubted he would find himself able to think of much else for some time yet.

#lucanis dellamorte #dragon age rook #lucanis x rook #dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #short fanfic #not proofread #emmrich volkarin #sorry emmrich you have more spoken lines than anyone so i have to tag you #I'll get to you soon peepaw i promise

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lathez · 15 days ago

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What relationships with their dragons do your dragon priests have? In general and personally.

Ah great question thank you sm!!! 💕 I only really have established relationships for a few of them because they're the prominent figures in E&E 💕

Vahlok & Odahviing

Odahviing is Alduin's Right Hand after Paarthurnax became a turncoat, so he's infrequently at his temple, which was established as a means of controlling uprising following Zaan Scalecaller's passing.

This permits Vahlok to lead with more flexibility. Torture and human sacrifices are not practiced at Odahviing's temple. POWs are taken, but Vahlok ensures they are treated with respect. He's become somewhat of a mediator between the resistance and the clergy.

Vahlok trusts Odahviing fiercely and seeks his guidance as often as he can. Odahviing, ferocious as he was in the war, was especially protective of Vahlok due to his young age (18). Vahlok often felt that Odahviing was all he could rely on.

Odahviing was killed by Miraak. Vahlok knew the Return Soul shout (Zii-Daal-Dov), a very difficult and incredibly draining shout he learned specifically for their battle, frightened of losing his trusted companion. This preserved Odahviing's soul, keeping him from the ether, but put Vahlok at a steep disadvantage in the remainder of their battle.

Miraak & Sahrotaar

Sahrotaar was the first serpentine dragon to emerge from the sea. Believed to be a myth, his choice to designate Miraak as his Archbishop gave Miraak many special priveleges.

Miraak became the leader of the First Allegiant Division, a small team of mounted aerial mages capable of debilitating large swaths of rebels at once. Sahrotaar was his mount.

Sahrotaar was the first dragon to fall victim to Bend Will; sadly, this was never really necessary, he would have followed Miraak to Oblivion and back without it.

Serpentine dragons are incredibly large. When Sahrotaar lunged to save Miraak from his fall, the resulting impact was so intense it caused an earthquake that shifted plates, which caused Solstheim to begin pulling away from the mainland.

Nahkriin & Alduin

They have a strange relationship. Alduin has known Nahkriin since he was a baby. When he was little he toddled up to Alduin and touched his nose. His parents thought that surely Alduin would have him killed, but Alduin was somewhat enchanted by his mortal innocence and took him as his first Priest. Nahkriin is somewhat like a prized possession to Alduin; he's just his favorite mortal, and really the only mortal company he tolerates. He thinks he's cute like a human might think a lizard is cute.

Nahkriin lives in seclusion at Skuldafn, only his servants visit him and the occasional younger Priest who makes the pilgrimage to seek his wisdom. When Alduin was sent through time, he took his life in grief and swore he'd rise upon Alduin's return.

Morokei & Paarthurnax

Morokei was once a relatively gentle and kind Cardinal. He was quiet and reserved, Paarthurnax thought of him much like a student. Their relationship was not similar to Alduin & Nahkriin; Paarthurnax rather saw Morokei as an equal and a friend. They spent most of their time together and had a special relationship.

After Paarthurnax defected, Morokei went mad. He grew paranoid with fear that his subjects would turn on him as the reason for their God's betrayal, and as a result he became brutal, unrelenting, and manipulative.

Paarthurnax would kill Morokei, a decision that haunted him for many eras.

Krosis & Durnehviir

Krosis was especially handy in melee combat, a unique attribute in a clergy primarily composed of magic users. He accepted an offer of Priesthood from Durnehviir and took the name "Hahkun." He was not overly passionate about Durnehviir, accepting primarily as a way to escape Morokei's abuse.

Durnehviir abandoned him shortly after he accepted his position to pursue the ideal masters. Due to his talent as an embalmer he retained his position, although he was renamed from "Hahkun" to "Krosis."

Krosis would take his own life upon finding out his brother passed in the rebellion. For his dedicated years of service as a funeral priest, he was permitted to be buried in his mask at his brother's burial site.

Hevnoraak & Kahvozein

Serial Killer besties.

Kahvozein is actually impressed by how fucked up Hevnoraak is. When Hevnoraak first started eating people even he was like "holy shit dude okay pop off."

Kahvozein started the whole ritual sacrifice thing because he knew Hevnoraak just likes killing people and wanted to give him a good excuse to do it.

Much like Hevnoraak likes torturing mortals and putting them to death, Kahvozein loves putting traitorous dragons to death in his arena.

Kahvozein does not agree with Hevnoraak's unsavory sexual proclivities, but also doesn't care enough to interrupt them.

#skyrim #miraak #tesblr #lathe rambles #lathe answers

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chuckeroo777 · 4 months ago

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Frieren Liveblog- Chapters 1-4

Welcome back! Today we start reading Frieren! Unlike my Dungeon Meshi liveblog, this one will be blind!

To start, let's go over what I do know.

-Frieren is an immortal elf mage of some renown.

-She lost a human companion she cared a lot about, but unlike Marcille, she's chill about it.

-The mimic scene.

-There's a guy with blue hair, and a demon(?) lady.

-I think they adventure in dungeons to get stronger?

Yeah, I think that's about all I know. Let's see what happens!

And here we have our intrepid heroes! Apparently they already beat the demon lord, so that's nice.

Wait, Himmel? Oh no. I'm pretty sure that's the dude Frieren misses. Alas, it was nice to meet you. Guess the character class "Brave" doesn't save you from death flags. Suddenly not feeling confident Heiter or Eisen will be sticking around either.

Oh no! She's tiny! I love her. LOTR did irreparable damage to fantasy by insisting elves have to be tall.

Well, that was quick. I guess other than Himmel's imminent demise, all my spoilers have already shown up.

Frieren's a high INT low WIS kinda character, isn't she? At this rate, his tragic death is literally going to be old age. No, seriously. I think that's what's about to happen.

This is gonna be a recurring problem, isn't it.

Saw that coming from a mile away. I wonder about the other two companions. Are they longer lived races? Or are they old and wrinkled too?

It's your own fault for being of optimal head pat height. Heiter looks a little older, but not too bad. I can't tell if Eisen is different. With the manga format, for all I know, he's gone grey.

Ah. Perhaps not as chill about it as I assumed. Also, I went ahead and switched over to a better translation. Maybe the other was more accurate, but good lord was it stiff as hell.

Who's this cutie? I'd hope she is a major character, but with 70 years having passed since the manga started, I'm worried about getting attached to anyone but Frieren.

Phooey.

This can only end well.

Now what exactly does that mean? I'm sensing some deeper motivations for studying magic for both of them. (Also, I'm not retracting my Phooey until I confirm Fern doesn't die of old age at the end of the chapter.)

Oh dear. I thought I got enough of this from The Monster who Wants to Eat Me, but I guess we're doing this here too.

Best case scenario really.

Yessss! New companion! Also, this is really sweet, even if it only worked because Frieren didn't care about wasting six whole years.

Telekinesis may not be flashy, but the raw utility it can provide is nuts.

The adventurer's creed. As long as the loot is magic, you want it. Guess who has a collection of hundreds of scrolls and potions in BG3 despite having used, maybe 5 total. No, I can't store them in camp. What if I need them later!

Yep, they're adventurers alright. I am rather happy to see that despite her stoic facade, Frieren is in fact, a goober.

Where's the lie?

Keep telling yourself that.

Oh god, please tell me this Manga isn't a cycle of new companions joining, growing old, and dying.

Please stop vagueblogging at your apprentice.

No one told me this was a sad manga.

Good for you, but don't forget to retrieve the lady's seeds before you leave.

This isn't giving hope that this mange isn't on a centuries spanning timescale.

Oh no. It's only been four chapters, but I already adore her.

Is candy a euphemism for something?

This is sadly rather relatable.

Oh my god Frieren, stop staring at Fern's bobs.

Ok, so, before I finish tonight's session, I decided to take a little peek ahead to assuage my fears. This is from chapter 107, so it looks like I don't have to worry about Frieren repeatedly outliving her friends in this story. At least with old age. They could still die the old fashioned way. The only other detail I accidentally spoiled is that Fern is still with her, so reverse death flag, I guess.

And that's the first session! Very different vibes from what I was expecting. It's very somber, while being funny in a rather low-key way. Frieren is already a delight, and I'm interested to learn more about Fern. So far she seems to mostly be the straight-man, but I'm sure she has some fun quirks.

Also, glad to see basically everything I was spoiled on was in chapter 1. I went into Dungeon Meshi knowing about the cool monster Marcille is in lesbians with.

#sousou no frieren #frieren #manga spoilers #manga #frieren liveblog #chapter 1 #chapter 2 #chapter 3 #chapter 4

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tabitha42 · 8 months ago

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The Wizard's Apprentice - Chapter 21

Saffron is just a lowly apprentice with barely a successful firebolt to her name. So what chance does she have with the arch mage she's slowly falling in love with?

Gale x Tav, slow burn, eventual smut

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Gale had never been a morning person, and he was especially not a morning person when nursing the world’s worst hangover.

By the time he finally emerged from his tent the camp was a buzz of activity. The tieflings were helping clear up after the party and Wyll was cooking breakfast at the campfire.

“Ah, there you are,” Wyll greeted him, taking some cooked meat and putting it on a plate. “Thought you’d never wake up.”

Gale blearily walked over and sat next to him, rubbing his eyes. Gradually his mind started to piece itself back together as he ate.

“Where are the others?” he asked, finally realising he couldn’t see any of their other companions around.

“The ladies decided to go bathe in the spring just down river, which I thought might be a good idea for us, too. Might even help wake you up.”

Gale nodded slowly.

“And Astarion?”

“I have no idea. Off doing… Astarion things.”

Astarion still hadn’t returned from his Astarion things by the time they’d finished breakfast, so they headed to the spring without him. They bought a towel each, a fresh change of clothes as well as a handful of dirty clothes to wash while they were there. They found a spot far from where they knew the girls likely were and got undressed.

Wyll had been absolutely right - the water certainly did wake him up.

“Gods, nothing like a shock of cold water to really stimulate one’s senses,” Gale commented with a wince as he stepped into the brisk water. Wyll was already waist deep, much more used to this sort of living than Gale was.

“Feeling a bit better?” he asked with a chuckle as Gale waded in to join him.

“Better is… not the word I’d use,” he admitted. “I swear this was warmer last time I bathed.” “It’s that morning air. Crisp and fresh.”

“Mmm…” Gale murmured, unable to have quite the same enthusiasm for it that Wyll did. Still, he decided to try to focus on the one positive of all this. “You seem to be in better spirits than yesterday.”

“Ah, yes. Well. I’ll admit, for most of the party, I felt rather… out of place. As much as Karlach was right and the tieflings did accept me, I still didn’t feel myself. When she went to dance I took the opportunity to excuse myself. But I should have known Karlach wouldn’t leave it at that. She came and found me. When I refused to return to the party, she refused to leave me. We spent a long time just talking. About all sorts - our adventures, our childhoods, our hopes for the future. Then we heard Alfira playing her new song. It was distant and muffled, but we could hear it. She knew I love to dance, so she offered to dance with me. Not a full dance, of course, but as much as we could without touching. I’ll admit - it worked. By the end of it I finally found myself smiling. And I daresay, had I been able to touch her, the night might have ended up in more than just a dance.”

Gale chuckled softly, glad to see Wyll starting to feel like himself again. He could relate.

“Amazing what having the right person around can do for you, isn’t it?” he mused, taking some soap out of his bag and starting to wash himself.

“It truly is. I used to curse the name Karlach, now I could sing it from the rooftops. The only thing I curse now is Zariel and what she did to her. That damnable infernal engine… I am honestly amazed at how she keeps so positive all the time. But she is sure Dammon will be able to cure her. And, well, she has made it quite clear what she wants when that time finally comes.”

Gale chuckled, amused by the smirk on Wyll’s lips.

“I won’t ask for details,” he joked.

“Heh, if I’m honest, I’m not sure I’m ready for all she’s got planned. But still… I wish we could do something. A hug, a stolen kiss under the stars… but it will make it all the sweeter when our time finally comes.”

Gale had to admit, that was a nice way to think about it. He hoped they would all find the cures they needed, and all have their time finally come.

“Anyway, enough about me,” Wyll decided after a moment. “What about you? Did Saff finally convince you to dance?”

“Ah… yes, she did. To the same song as you, in fact,” he said, a smile playing on his lips from the memories of the night. “Oh? And how’d it go?” he asked with an excited smirk. He clearly was expecting more than what actually happened between them.

“Well… we were dancing, and it was lovely, and then… I was a lot more drunk than I thought I was, and fell over.”

Wyll burst out laughing.

“Oh gods, Gale. Don’t tell me you let that be the end of it, though? I’m sure she didn’t hold it against you.”

“You’re right, she didn’t. But…” he trailed off and looked away slightly. Wyll looked at him, at first in curiosity, then in concern when he saw the pained look on Gale’s face.

“Gale? Are you alright?” he asked, growing worried for his friend. Gale had been hesitant to tell anyone just yet… but he knew he could trust Wyll with this.

“I… haven’t told her this yet. But the truth is… you and I are in much the same boat.” Wyll frowned, deeply confused.

“What do you mean?” he asked, trying to figure it out. Gale sighed deeply.

“This,” he said, tapping the circle on his chest. “It isn’t just magic it reacts to. It reacts to me. To… my emotions.”

Gradually Wyll’s eyes started to widen in realisation.

“I hadn’t been sure about it at first,” Gale continued. “But I’m sure of it now. Whenever the two of us are close… it flares up. Everyone thought I fell last night because of alcohol. It wasn’t. It was this.”

There was a moment of quiet as Wyll looked at him sadly, realising how much his condition truly affects him.

“Well well, look at you two. Cockblocked by the universe.”

The two of them nearly jumped out of their skins as Astarion seemed to appear out of nowhere next to them.

“A truly tragic tale,” he continued casually.

“Where did you come from??” Gale gasped, equal parts surprised and annoyed.

“Oh, I had been getting some food earlier. After how busy last night was I didn’t get a chance to get a proper meal. Then when I got back I heard you two had come down here, so I thought I’d join you.”

Gale and Wyll glanced at each other, then back at Astarion, who was now looking at them with a smirk on his lips.

“I had a wonderful night by the way, if anyone’s interested.”

“Did you?” Wyll asked, curious now. “Who with?”

“Oh…” Astarion started, looking at them playfully. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Further downstream, the girls were enjoying a much warmer bath, courtesy of Karlach.

“Ahh, this is the life!” Karlach declared happily, stretching her arms and leaning back against a rock. While the others were busy washing or cleaning their clothes, she was relaxing as if on a spa day.

“You really enjoy bathing in rivers that much?” Shadowheart asked. She couldn’t say she shared the same love for it.

“Yes! Never got the chance in the Hells. The rivers there were all boiling and stank of sulphur. But this… cool, clean water… I’d forgotten how good it felt!”

Saff smiled to herself. It was so nice to see Karlach enjoying herself so much. Shadowheart shrugged slightly and went back to what she was doing, til she spoke again shortly later.

“So, did you find Wyll last night after you went off looking for him?”

“Yes! He didn’t want to come back to the party, but we still had a good time together,” she said with a big smile, reminiscing. Shadowheart narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at Karlach.

“Had anyone else said that I would assume you’d slept together, but with you I know that can’t be the case…”

“Ugh, don’t remind me! I can’t wait til I can get this thing fixed. Then I have so many plans.”

Now Shadowheart’s interest was really piqued.

“Oh? Do we get to hear them?” she asked curiously, but Karlach only laughed.

“No, those are for Wyll’s ears only. I’ll only tell you the first one - I want to share a dance with him.”

Shadowheart looked marginally disappointed, while Saff looked more interested now.

“That’s so romantic,” she said softly, finding it sweet that that was one of the first things Karlach wanted to do.

“Well, I hope he’s a better dancer than a certain other male companion of ours,” Shadowheart teased. Karlach lifted her head now and looked curiously at Saff, who looked slightly annoyed at Shadowheart.

“Gale’s a perfectly good dancer!” she said defensively.

“He fell over.”

“He... was drunk,” she tried to argue in Gale’s defence, though didn’t do very well. Karlach started laughing, and finally even Lae’zel, who had previously been ignoring the conversation, joined in.

“He fell over??” she asked, looking a bit disgusted. “Ch’k, any man who fell over while trying to court me would quickly learn of his failure.”

“He wasn’t-... it wasn’t like that…” Saff stuttered, though all three of them gave her a disbelieving look.

“Wasn’t it?” Shadowheart challenged. Saff didn’t answer, and just looked down to focus on the clothes she was washing. “You know, I’m surprised it’s taken you two this long. You’re both clearly interested in each other. So act on it.”

Saff sighed, realising there was no point trying to pretend there wasn’t anything between them anymore.

“We are acting on it,” she insisted, trying to hide the slight blush on her cheeks. Shadowheart raised an eyebrow at her.

“Half a dance is acting on it?” She said, a criticism more than a question. “Yes! It’s only been a few days!” Saff said defensively. “Plenty of time,” Lae’zel declared. Saff was beginning to feel a bit ganged up on.

“Well, I want to take things slow, ok?” she said, hoping that would be explanation enough.

“Why?” Lae’zel asked. Saff might have got annoyed, but it didn’t sound like a tease like it would have done from Shadowheart - it was a genuine question.

“Well… sometimes if you take things too fast, that can ruin the relationship. I don’t want that.”

“Why would it ruin the relationship?” she pressed. Her genuinely questioning tone reminded the others just how alien she really was to their world.

“Because… you might end up in a relationship with someone you don’t really know yet. And they could turn out to not be the person you thought they were.”

“Not the person you thought they were? Like someone in disguise?”

“No- no…” Saff said quickly, to the amusement of Shadowheart and Karlach. “I don’t mean literally, I mean, you might have this idea of them in your mind, of what they’re like. But then the more you get to know them, you realise they’re not like that at all, and that you’ve not actually fallen for them, but you’ve fallen for this idea you had of them that isn’t actually real.”

Lae’zel nodded slowly, beginning to understand.

“Do you fear this is the case with Gale?”

“Well, no… but I want to be sure,” she explained. It looked like Lae’zel was finally getting it, until she spoke again.

“I still don’t see why this has to delay sex.”

Saff despaired and buried her head in her hands. The other two laughed and Karlach finally sat up to give her input.

“Some people don’t like having sex with someone unless they love them,” she said simply. Lae’zel looked almost disgusted by the suggestion.

“How ridiculous. You would miss out on so much of one of life’s greatest pleasures.”

“I never thought I’d say this, but I agree with Lae’zel,” Shadowheart said, to Lae’zel’s surprise. “Short-term amusements are much better.”

“Well, you guys can stick with your short-term amusements, I know what I want,” Saff said firmly.

“Good for you, Saff,” Karlach said proudly. “You take as much time as you need, and don’t let these two tell you otherwise,” she said, gesturing to Lae’zel and Shadowheart.

Lae’zel rolled her eyes.

“How can you be sure you’re not wasting your time? You do not even know if he’s interested if you don’t make your desires clear,” she questioned.

“Well… that’s all part of taking your time about it, to be sure you know they feel the same way. But I’m sure he’s interested. There’s been lots of times when we’ve been really close, way closer than just friends would.”

“And those times have never led to anything?”

“No. Usually either we get interrupted, or… he changes the subject or something, cause like I said, we’re taking it slow.”

Lae’zel gave her a look.

“How do you know he’s not changing the subject because he’s not interested?” she challenged.

“Wha- I… I’m sure that’s not the case,” Saff said, though sounding rather more uncertain than before. It never took much to sow the seed of doubt in her mind.

“You should strike while the iron is hot,” Lae’zel insisted. “Make sure he knows your desires, before he loses interest!”

“I don’t think he’s going to lose interest,” Karlach started, “but I guess there’s no harm in making sure he knows how you feel.”

“Karlach’s right. Plus, a small gesture to keep him on his toes can always be fun,” Shadowheart agreed.

“You think? Like… what?” Saff asked, a bit unsure what she could do.

“Pin him down and ravish him until he is so overcome by arousal he cannot refuse you your desires!” Lae’zel declared.

The others went silent, looking at her in shock.

“...I was going to suggest a picnic,” Karlach said after a long moment. “But… I suppose that works, too.”

“I’ll bear the picnic idea in mind,” Saff decided.

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