#alfstanna

[queen-scribbles]

I always have this feeling in the back of my mind when I'm doing tagset nominations for an exchange that I'm gonna forget something really obvious that I like a LOT until the day after I've submitted. xD

[tahopo]

This isn’t a jab or anything but pure curiosity but your Cousland was the ambassador to Orlais. Aren’t the Couslands huge royalists and basically Orlesian killing machines? And as far as I know, Eleanor is practically known for being one. I can’t quite see her and Bryce allowing that let alone the bannorn. I could see being diplomatic with the Free Marcher cities [they even have their own banns] and with Antiva [they accepted Orianna after all] but how did Kaleb end up in his situation?

No hate! I’m developing my own Cousland and he was squired in the Free Marches like Nathaniel. This is the first I’ve encountered another take where Cousland was sent abroad rather than being raised domestically in Highever.

Sure! it’s actually supported in canon that bryce was a frequent visitor of orlais. literally the very first thing eleanor says in-game is that bryce was just there the year before, 9:29, and she says this in the context of candidly showing off some souvenir to lady landra. Bryce’s business in orlais is also something howe holds in deep contempt: “he was a traitor to me, and a coward to his nation. trips to orlais, gifts from old enemies”— trips, plural! gifts, plural!

i agree he’s a royalist. but whereas most would focus inwards and domestically, i think bryce’s nationalism expresses itself outwards, encouraging ferelden to involve itself in diplomacy and endorse bridges between neighbours. Why! well i think it’s important to remember highever is a coastal city that faces the free marches, orlais, nevarra, antiva and even rivain. highever is practically begging to be traded and interacted with. a country — which bryce fought for and really believes in — can’t grow by licking its wounds but by strengthening its economy. trade (and marriage ie. permitting Fergus to marry Oriana who is from a prosperous Antivan merchant family) promotes that, but nothing hurts a centre of commerce quite like isolationism which is loghain’s favourite pastime. being diplomatic reads as weak! and sentimental! and impotent! and fereldans are hardy, rugged, proud folk. it’s certainly divisive to the bannorn, and there’s only two teyrnirs with adequate influence to tender such political overture and if loghain won’t do it…… but you must understand, while loghain has his supporters like ceorlic (and atp, a tiptoe-ing howe), there are the guerrins. eamon has an orlesian wife and child. leonas is one of bryce’s oldest friends and is half-orlesian himself. alfstanna whose jurisdiction is the waking sea, aligns herself with the cousland no matter what (and she’s the one who speaks up if you make a point in-game about how the blight is the real threat and not orlais). they would certainly not oppose improved relations.

i imagine this became an even bigger issue and point of tension after loghain almost entirely emptied the treasury on a manhunt for maric and began blaming orlais for it. this is around midlate 9:20s and i personally place this as around the time the rumors of bryce becoming king were in full swing, which he quashed in full favour of cailan: it’s a very cutthroat statement that while he holds no contempt for foreign lands, he’s utterly devoted and subservient to the fereldan throne.

while we’re on the topic of cailan, bryce rebukes howe twice (from what i remember) and very swiftly. the speed of it reads almost like a paternal instinct to defend that boy lol (and it’s my personal headcanon that bryce did serve as a father figure to him wherever loghain fell short of being one). in the HN prologue, when you ask for duncan’s opinion on cailan, duncan is forthright about not knowing him well at all but speaks virtuously of what he can: “cailan is an eager young man who has shown great wisdom in responding to the darkspawn threat”. howe chips in with what is basically yeah well iiiiive heard he has warden hard-on and that’s why he let you in. it’s only then that bryce interrupts and calls howe “unworthy”. his tone is particularly severe here. it’s like a You’re Better Than This (and there it is, bryce’s particular characteristic: giving people the benefit of the doubt). this is all to say Bryce is an appreciator of tact and savoir faire, but he does not delight in rumor.

but it’s no easy task for bryce to be in orlais. it certainly wasn’t for kaleb, even though he was groomed into it and practically lived there for ten years. in inquisition, during the guest announcements at halamshiral, duchess yvonne blanchard is introduced as “hero of the battle of white river”, the very battle that bryce fought in and lost. she outlived bryce and remains openly revered in society. kaleb would have gone fucking insane if he stayed in that court.

anyway howe ultimately does not take bryce’s propinquity in good faith. he has no interest in diplomacy, and whatever small victories bryce achieves in that godless pool orlais calls the game is considered ingratiating at best, anti-fereldan at worse. he’s looking for the friendship from bryce thirty years ago that was built on hating orlesians and killing orlesians, he never quite grew past that. He blinks and he’s stuck with a half-orlesian wife he can’t stand, and a firstborn he dislikes enough to pack off abroad to an orlesian chevalier. it’s all wasted investment. kaleb was bryce’s investment and bryce’s worst sin. why is no one chatting about HIM (people were). seeing him return to highever that night all grown up, refined, well-connected, w good marriage prospects (delilah at that point was ruled out looong ago), bilingual 🤢 and in those stupid good-quality silks. oh i have to kill this guy stat!!!!!!

[fatale-distraction]

Canon World State

Decided to compile my main world state for Dragon Age in anticipation of The Veilguard.

This world state is mostly compatible with comics/novels, with the exception of Alistair. I figure events are basically the same, except instead of king, he’s just a Grey Warden. *BIG SHRUG*

Massive post under cut. Feel free to steal this format, I literally just listed all the choices in The Keep and added a few extra things.

EDIT: Added some major companion choices for Inquisition, still missing Blackwall’s resolution. Will update that later.

Edit: Added screenshot of Hawke, some Judgement results from Inquisition; still working on this one.

Halina (Hal) Mahariel

Dalish archer, Ranger spec, she/her, b. 9:09

Status as of 9:54 - Presumed alive, age 45

Recruited All Companions minus Logain

Killed Logain

Returned Sten’s Sword

Zevran alive & well

Wynne alive & well

Leliana alive & well

Dark Ritual completed with Alistair

Killed Flemmeth & acquired grimoire

Prologue -

Fed deserter

Cured Mabari (recruited)

Broken Circle -

Supported Mages

Irving Survived

Did not agree to Cullen’s request

Nature of the Beast -

Brokered Peace

Brought Camden & Gheyna together

Saved the Halla

Returned Deygan to camp

Brought Ironbark to Varathorn

Told Athras about his wife

The Arl of Redcliffe-

Helped Redcliffe Fight

Helped Redcliffe Prepare

Freed Bevin & Paid for sword

Helped Owen’s Daughter Escape

Bella owns tavern

Connor Alive, not possessed

Isolde is alive

Paragon of Her Kind-

Killed Branka and Destroyed Anvil

Dagna left to study

Bhelen rules Orzamar

Said Ruck died, but spared him

Didn’t help Burkel

Helped Zerlinda reconcile with family

Proved Legion of Dead connected to noble house

Completed Rogek’s lyrium deal

Helped Orta join Assembly

Denerim-

Ser Landry alive

Told Bann Sighard about Oswyn

Brought scroll to Sister Justine

Helped clear customers out of the Pearl

Handled the Crimson Oars

Completed Slim Couldry’s crime wave

Gave Alfstanna Irminric’s ring

Returned amulet to beggar

Completed Master Ignacio’s assassinations

Sent Marjolaine away (softened Leliana)

Helped Alistair find Goldana (softened Alistair)

The Landsmeet-

Anora rules Ferelden

The Battle of Denerim-

Halina killed the Archdemon

Awakening-

Allowed Architect to live

Nathaniel alive & well

Oghren & Felsi reunited

Keep & Amaranthine protected

Witch Hunt-

Halina did not go through the eluvian

Warden’s Keep-

Didn’t drink concoction

Slayed Avernus

Stone Prisoner-

Shale is alive and well

Matthias & Amalia both alive, neither possessed

Above: Ashe Hawke and Halina Mahariel

Ashe Hawke

Mage, Primal & Elemental Spec, she/they, b. 9:11

Status as of 9:54 - Presumed dead, would have been 43

Recruited all companions; friends with all but Sebastian

Humorous

Slept with Isabela & Fenris

Flirted with Aveline at every chance

Romanced Anders

Friends with Varric

Bethany died leaving Lothering

Carver became a templar

Carver did not die in final battle

Bartrand not killed

Helped Varric discover cause of haunting

Varric did not keep red lyrium idol

Isabela returned the tome to the Qunari

Didn’t give Isabela to Arishok

Fenris alive & well

Spared Fenris’ sister

Helped Merrill fix Eluvian

Gave Merrill Arulin’Holm

Merrill alive & well

Sent Feynriel to the Dalish

Encouraged Feynriel to train his powers

Supported Mages

Approved of Anders’ actions at Chantry

Anders alive & well

Aveline married Donnic

Aveline stayed with Hawke

Merrill’s clan was not killed

Sebastian became Prince

Didn’t make Tallis angry

Kissed Tallis

Ellanasha (Ellana, El) Lavellan

Dalish archer, Tempest Spec, she/her, b. 9:17

Status as of 9:54 - Alive and mostly okay, age 37

Emotional

Recruited all companions; friends with all

Romanced: Solas

Cole - Spirit*

Vivienne - Gave her the Snow Wyvern heart

Josie - Resolved contract peacefully

Solas - stopped him from killing the mages

Varric & Cassandra - reconciled

Dorian - encouraged him to reconcile with his father

The Iron Bull - Saved The Chargers

Sera - pulled pranks with Sera

Cullen - Helped him quit lyrium

Flirted with Cassandra at every chance

Judgement:

- Alexius works for Inquisition mages

- Mayor of Crestwood conscripted to Grey Wardens

- Armed Avvar and sent to Tevinter

- Recruited Bear

Allied as partners with Mages

Left Hawke in the Fade**

Conscripted Grey Wardens

Celene reconciled with Briala***

Destroyed Samson’s armor

Drank from the Well of Sorrows****

Supports Leliana (softened) as Divine Victoria

Disbands the Inquisition in a fit

Vows to convince Solas of this world’s value

*Later wonders if this was the right call, in spite of assurances by Cole that he is happy

**Constantly struggles with this decision. Alistair is technically her family (second cousin once removed by marriage), so there’s no other choice she would ever have made, but it still kills her.

***Ellana regrets this when she learns more about their past, expresses that she would have put Briala in power with Gaspard as a puppet ruler instead.

****Names the dragon Butterpat

Prior to DA:O

NOT CANON TO GAMES:

In an unknown year, Felassan is awakened after an indeterminate amount of time by the Fade spirit of Fen’Harel in order to prepare him for reawakening. His primary duty is to track down magical artifacts to help Fen’Harel regain his power and to discover what changes have occurred.

Above: Althera and Miriam Lavellan

In 9:10 Felassan meets Althera, Keeper of Clan Lavellan at the Arlathven. She introduces him to her wife, Miriam and they invite him to travel with Clan Lavellan to learn how they’ve kept a clan full of mages safe for the last several generations. In 9:13, Evelyn is born to Felassan and Althera. In 9:17 Ellana is born to Felassan and Miriam. Fen’harel has become suspicious of Felassan over the last seven years, and although Althera has been using her significant power to protect him, Fel knows he must return eventually. He uses Ellana in an ancient ritual to wipe the Lavellan clan from Fen’Harel’s memory in an effort to protect them, resulting in the loss of her magic. Ellana is the only non-mage in Clan Lavellan in four generations.

In 9:18, Felassan leaves Clan Lavellan. Ellana’s memories of him are limited to a smell, a voice, and a smile. Evelyn remembers and hates him for leaving.

Ellana meets her 2nd cousin once removed, Halina Mahariel and idolizes her. Mahariel is Miriam’s 1st cousin’s daughter.

In 9:24, Althera (40, F) and Miriam Lavellan (35, F) are presumably killed defending their clan from Tevinter slavers. Miriam has just given birth to twins. They leave behind their children Levas, Susan, twins Pallas and Peras, Litha, Seryl, Lethas, Evelyn, Ellana, and twins Aneth and Athim.^ Deshanna Istimaethorial becomes Keeper.

In 9:29, Ellana (age 12) falls extremely ill. Her sister (18) Evelyn travels alone to find a rare herb to cure her sister and is cornered by Darkspawn. She is captured by templars and brought to Kinloch after using magic to defend herself, where she spends several months. An older brother and sister come to rescue her and Cullen helps her escape with her phylactery while the remaining siblings stabilize Ellana. Ellana’s growth is stunted from the months she spent being ill.

After Ellana is captured by the fledgling Inquisition in 9:41, Evelyn, as the First of Clan Lavellan, deposes Deshanna Istimaethorial as Keeper. Once she determines that Ellana is safe, she leads clan Lavellan to Haven. Clan Lavellan stays with the Inquisition until the defeat of Corypheus, at which point they move on and settle near Wycome to form a permanent Dalish township called Lavellanlea. The town becomes a haven for elven slaves fleeing Tevinter, and for elves from alienages all over Thedas who oppose the Agents of Fen’Harel but seek to better the lot of their race.

Above: Evelyn and Ellana, post Inquisition, prior to Trespasser

In 9:44, Cullen proposes to Evelyn and she accepts. They are married in 9:46.

^Lavellan Siblings listed in order of age.

Althera’s biological children:

Lethas (he/him)*

Litha (she/they)**

Logan (he/him)

Evelyn (she/her)***

Miriam’s biological children:

Susan (she/her)*

Pallas (he/him) and Peras (he/him)*

Seryl (they/them)**

Ellana***

* shared father 1

** shared father 2

*** Felassan

There are MANY Lavellan niblings, but the most important are Susan’s twins:

Aneth (she/her) and Athim (they/them)

[ageofdragcns]

NAME:      Ilvanna Cousland HEIGHT:      5'5" CLASS:      Rogue ALIGNMENT / ATTITUDE:      True good; peace leaning FAMILY:      Havoc (Mabari dog), Fergus (elder brother), Bryce (father), Eleanor (mother), Oriana (sister-in-law), Oren (nephew) AGE:      20 TITLE:      Grey Warden & Heir to the Cousland Throne HAIR:      Falls just past her shoulders, has a slight natural curl to it. Brunette in color EYES:      Brown PRONOUNS:      She/Her SEXUALITY:      Pansexual SPECIES:      Human IDENTIFIERS:      Beauty on left cheek bone FACECLAIM:      Natalie Portman VERSES/AUs:      none atm GENERAL TAGS: FACE || HEADCANON || MUSINGS || GOOFY SHIT || THREADS || ANSWERED || SHIPS: none atm || *In verses where she is not in a ship, Ilvanna can be defaulted to being Alistair's Queen, if applicable

DRAGON AGE KEEP CHOICES BELOW THE CUT

“For generations, your family, the Couslands, has stewarded the lands of Highever, earning the loyalty of your people with justice and temperance. When your country was occupied by the Orlesian Empire, your father and grandfather served the embattled kings of your land. Today, your elder brother takes up House Cousland’s banner in service to the Crown—not against the men of Orlais, but against the bestial darkspawn rising in the south.”

COMPANIONS ➼ Romanced Alistair ➼ Recruited Dog (Havoc), Sten, Zevran, Wynne, Oghren ➼ Persuaded Revered Mother to free Sten ➼ Loghain was killed by Alistair in duel ➼ Alistair became King & Ilvanna is his Queen ➼ Morrigan had an old god baby with Alistair ➼ Acquired grimoire peacefully

PROLOGUE ➼ Bought food to feed the Ostagar prisoner ➼ Cured mabari hound

NATURE OF THE BEAST ➼ Brokered Peace ➼ Told Athras about his wife's fate ➼ Brought Cammen and Gheyna together ➼ Brought Varathorn ironbark ➼ Saved the halla ➼ Returned Deygan to Dalish Camp

PARAGON OF HER KIND ➼ Defeated Branka ➼ Bhelen rules Orzammar ➼ Dagna left to study ➼ Didn't encounter Mardy ➼ Killed Ruck, said he died heroically ➼ Proved Legion of Dead connected to noble house ➼ Returned tome to Shaperate ➼ Helped Burkel create Chantry ➼ Zerlinda left for the surface ➼ Completed Rogek's lyrium deal ➼ Helped Orta join Assembly

BROKEN CIRCLE ➼ Mages supported ➼ First Enchanter Irving survived battle ➼ Did not agree to Cullen's request

DENERIM ➼ Ser Landry alive ➼ Told Bann Sighard about Oswyn ➼ Brought scroll to Sister Justine ➼ Didn't complete Slim Couldry's crime wave ➼ Helped clear customers out of Pearl ➼ Handled the Crimson Oars ➼ Gave Alfstanna Irminric's ring ➼ Return amulet to the beggar ➼ Didn't complete Master Ignacio's assassinations ➼ Helped Alistair find Goldanna ➼ Did not encounter Marjolaine

THE LANDSMEET ➼ Alistair and Ilvanna rule

THE URN OF SACRED ASHES ➼ Urn not poisoned

THE ARL OF REDCLIFFE ➼ Helped Redcliffe fight ➼ Freed Bevin and paid for sword ➼ Helped Redcliffe prepare ➼ Helped Owen's daughter escape ➼ Connor alive, not possessed ➼ Isolde is alive ➼ Bella left to start a brewery

THE BATTLE OF DENERIM ➼ Ilvanna killed the Archdemon

AWAKENING EXPANSION ➼ Ilvanna allowed Architect to live ➼ Nathaniel died ➼ Keep & Amaranthine protected ➼ Oghren & Felsi reunited

WITCH HUNT DLC ➼ Ilvanna did not go through the eluvian

WARDEN'S KEEP DLC ➼ Gained Power of Blood ➼ Slayed Sophia and allowed Avernus ethical research

STONE PRISONER DLC ➼ Shale recruited ➼ Matthias and Amalia both alive, neither possessed

[dragonagekeeper]

Denerim Polls

Dragon Age Origins Polls

See quest and choice descriptions from Dragon Age Wiki/Keep below

After defeating Arl Howe during Rescue the Queen, the Warden can access the northern part of his dungeon. Irminric, a Templar in a state of lyrium withdrawal, can be found in one of the cells. The Warden learns that Irminric was one of the templars sent after Jowan to hunt him down, as per the Magi Origin story. He tells the Warden that he cornered Jowan near Redcliffe, but Teyrn Loghain's men took Jowan from him and brought Irminric himself to the dungeon. He begs the Warden to give his ring to his sister, Bann Alfstanna, in the Gnawed Noble Tavern in Denerim.

Didn't give Alfstanna Irminric's ring

The Warden did not give Irminric's ring to his sister.

2. Gave Alfstanna Irminric's ring

Irminric, though wracked by lyrium withdrawal, sent proof of his survival to his sister via the Warden.

If the ring is given to Alfstanna, she frees her brother from the dungeon and takes him to a secure place. Later she can potentially use his testimony against Loghain Mac Tir at the Landsmeet, if the Warden brings up Arl Eamon having been poisoned by Jowan.

[shouldaspunastory]

The Muses: Marina Amell

Marina spent most of her life in Ferelden's Circle. Though somewhat sheltered and naive to the ways of the world beyond Kinloch Hold, she is possessed and guided by an innate certainty of right and wrong. This, and well-earned praise of both her magical talents and character from First Enchanter Irving, were what convinced Duncan she would make an excellent recruit.

[World State One]

Game decisions/deviations

Companions: Recruited all, Returned Sten's sword, acquired the Grimoire peacefully, Had Majorlaine killed, Helped Alistair find Goldana, Explored Cadash Taig with Shale, Found Wynne's old apprentice, Alistair remained with Marina & the Gray Wardens, Did not complete Morrigan's Dark Ritual

Broken Circle: Supported the mages, Irving survived, did not agree with Cullen's request

Nature of the Beast: Brokered peace, Brought Cammen & Gheyna together, Saved the Halla, Didn't tell Athras wife's fate, Found Ironbark for Varathorn, Returned Deygan to camp

Paragon of her Kind: Defeated Branka, Dagna left to study, Helped Orta join the Assembly, Killed Ruck said he died heroically, Proved Legion of the Dead had noble connections, Helped Zerlinda reconcile with family, Returned tome to Shaparate, Bhelen rules Orzammar

Warden's Keep: Slayed Sophia, Allowed Avernus to continue ethical experiments.

Denerim: Ser Landry lives, Told Bann Sighard about Oswyn, Brought scrolls to Sister Justine, Helped clear out the Pearl, Handled the Crimson Oars, Gave Alfstanna her brother Immeric's ring, Returned Amulet to beggar in Alienage

Redcliffe: Helped Redcliffe prepare & fight, Freed Bevin & returned sword, Helped Owen's daughter escape, Conor alive & not possessed, Isolde alive, Bella left to start a brewery

Urn of Sacred Ashes: not poisoned

Landsmeet: Alistair executed Loghain, Queen Anora rules

Battle of Denerim: Marina took the killing blow, survived (miscarried).

Relationships

Alistair Theirin - Lover, Husband Morrigan- friendly Sten- neutral Zevran- friendly Leliana- friends Shale- friendly Wynne- friends Oghren- neutral Loghain- enemies

Basic Information

Full name: Marina Amell

Pronouns: she/her

Aliases: Sometimes uses her sister Leandra's name when she needs to travel under the radar.

Title: Hero of Ferelden, Commander of the Grey

Occupation: Grey Warden

Date of Birth: 16th of Justinian

Orientation: Demisexual

Libido: Moderate with those she's in love with

Religion: Largely Agnostic

Threat level: 7/10, incredibly intelligent/quick-thinking, stubborn, dangerous when angered

Physical Information

Face claim: Gaia Weiss

Height: 5 ft, 8 in.

Eye color: blue

Hair color + style: Blonde, long, often pulled back in a braid(s)

Dominant hand: left

Distinguishing features: Has a birthmark that vaguely resembles a bird on the inside of her wrist

Accent + intensity: Ferelden, mild

Tattoos: A rose on her ankle, done by Zevran

Scar(s): Scratches on her right shoulder from a fear demon that snuck up on her, a few others from various encounters with Darkspawn. (Various others during and post DAI)

Piercing(s): none

Glasses: none

Background Information

Hometown: Kirkwall

Current residence: Ferelden

Language(s): King's Tongue, can read some Orlesian

Social class: Middle

Education: Ferelden Circle

Parents: Aristide Amell & Bethann Walker

Siblings: Leandra & Gamlen Amell

Pets: Bones (Mabari)

Adopted?: No, but First Enchanter Irving became and Wynne both became something of psuedo-parents to during her time in the Circle.

Personality Information

Jung type: INFJ, "The Counselor"

Archetype: The Chosen One

Enneatype: One, The Reformer

Moral alignment: Lawful Good

Temperment: Composed

Intelligence type: Logical

Neurodivergence(s): N/A

At risk: Tainted after joining Gray Wardens

Vices & Habits

Smokes? No

Drinks? Rarely

Drugs? No

Violent? When necessary

Addicition(s)? None

Self-Destructive? No

Hobbies: Experimenting with new magical skills/schools

Likes: tea, sunrises, music

Dislikes: injustice, unnecessary violence, beer

Tic(s): worries inside of her bottom lip when nervous or deep in thought

Miscellaneous Information

Zodiac: Toth

Vice: Arrogance

Virtue: Ethically/Morally driven

Element: Ice & Earth

Mythological creature: Griffon

Animal: Cat (Shape-shifting)

Mutation: Tainted

[milesmentis]

Dropping a link to my friend's Anora Mac Tir/Alfstanna Eremon fic because their vision is immaculate and it only has 8 views 🫴✨️

T-shirt that says ASK ME ABOUT MY FEMSLASH RAREPAIRS on the front and I WILL PAIR UP WOMEN YOUVE NEVER HAD A SINGLE THOUGHT ABOUT on the back

[chasindtrevelyan]

Origins main story choices:

Circle Tower:

-Saves the mages, there’s never any question. Makes sure Owain and any other survivors he finds are able to make it to safety. Kills the blood mages throughout the tower.

Orzammar:

-Puts Bhelen on the Throne, destroys the Anvil of the Void, Sends Dagna to study at the Circle, does not help make a chantry, lies to Ruks mother to give her peace, helps Orta, and urges Zerlinda to take her child to the surface for a better chance for both of them

Brecillian Forest: 

-Is unable to soothe the Halla, helps the young hunter with his lady problems (he manages to get them together even though the young man hasn’t become a hunter yet), tells Athras the truth after finding and killing his transformed wife. Brokers peace between the Dalish and the Werewolves and has Zathrian break their curse, returns the acorn to the Old Oak

Soldier’s Peak: 

-Drinks the funky potion, kills Sophia and allows Avernus to remain at the keep so long as his experiments stay humane and ethical. Makes sure the veil is repaired and of course, kills all the demons

Redcliffe:

-Convinces Dwyn to help against the undead, finds Kaitlyn’s brother and convinces him to let them have the sword, pays Kaitlyn five sovereigns for it later, convinces Owen to resume work at the smithy and get everyone armed and armored. Gets the holy amulets for Ser Perth and his men, and sets it up so that they can set fire to the barrels of oil. Everyone survives the night. Returns Jetta’s lockbox

Redcliffe Castle:   

-Rescues Owen’s daughter, leaves Jowan in his damned cell, refuses to use blood magic ritual and instead seeks aid from the mages, enters the fade himself, saves Connor, Isolde is not sacrificed, Eamon lives after he gets the Urn of Sacred Ashes (he does not poison the Urn)

Landsmeet:

-Kills Howe, rescues the nobles son, returns the ring to Alfstanna, refuses to help the slavers in the Alienage and frees the remaining elves, kills Zev’s old buddy in the Crow’s (Zev stays loyal), rescues Riordan. Makes Anora Queen and kills Loghain (Alistair lives and renounces all claim to the throne)

EndGame: 

-Does not perform the ritual with Morrigan, but manages to convince Alistair to do so instead. He makes the final blow on the archdemon, both he and Alistair live and Morrigan disappears.        

[fademirrored]

gamma timeline world state

Note: I’ve listed how they got along with the companions purely to give an idea of what they’re like. I won’t force any relationships on you.

DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS

Hero:

Temry Mahariel

Alive and well

Rogue; ranger, bard, shadow

Companions:

Recruited Dog (named him Lethallin)

Picked the lock to Sten’s cage

All companions recruited

All companion quests finished

All companions alive and well

Fought Flemeth for the Grimoire

Loghain executed by Warden

Warden made a baby with Morrigan

Alistair and Anora rule together

Broken Circle:

Mages supported

First Enchanter Irving survived

The Urn of Sacred Ashes:

Not poisoned

The Arl of Redcliffe:

Helped Redcliffe fight

Helped Redcliffe prepare

Freed Bevin, took sword

Helped Owen’s daughter escape

Connor alive, not possessed

Got help from the Circle, Isolde alive

Nature of the Beast:

Brokered peace

Ignored Cammen

Told Athras about his wife

Brought back ironbark

Paragon of Her Kind:

Joined forced against Caridin

Bhelen rules Orzammar

Helped Dagna get to the Circle

Spared Ruck, told Filda he died

Convinced Zerlinda to go to the surface

Helped Orta join Assembly

Denerim:

Told Bann Sighard about Oswyn, got his support

Freed all prisoners in the estate

Gave Alfstanna Irminric’s ring, got her support

Brought scroll to Sister Justine

Cleared out the Pearl

Returned amulet to beggar

Helped Alistair find Goldanna, Alistair hardened

Killed Marjolaine, Leliana hardened

The Landsmeet:

Warden executed Loghain

Anora and Alistair rule together

The Battle of Denerim:

Warden killed the Archdemon

Awakening:

Allowed the Architect to live

Keep and Amaranthine protected; Keep fully fortified

Nathaniel alive and well; recruited the second time around

Gave Nathaniel the Howe Bow

Looked for Anders’s phylactery

Oghren and Felsi reunited

Witch Hunt:

Went through the eluvian with Morrigan

Warden’s Keep:

Didn’t drink concoction

Slayed Sophia and allowed Avernus to conduct ethical research

Stone Prisoner:

Matthias and Amalia alive, unpossessed

DRAGON AGE II

Hero:

Madry Hawke

62 % purple, 35 % red, 3 % blue (roughly)

Mage; elemental, blood

Companions:

Bethany died fleeing Lothering

Carver became a Templar

Carver survived final battle

Friends with Varric

Bartrand still alive

Helped Varric discover cause of haunting

Varric did not keep the red lyrium idol

Recruited Isabela

Isabela returned

Didn’t give Isabela to Arishok

Fenris alive and well

Merrill stayed loyal

Merrill did not destroy eluvian

Clan was not killed

Merrill is alive and well

Approved of Anders’s explosion

Aveline married Donnic

Aveline stayed loyal

Recruited Sebastian

Prologue:

Joined mercenaries

Act 1:

Fought against templars

Fenris killed Kelder

Brought Saemus back home

Ginnis died

Told truth about Ghyslain’s wife

Killed Danzig

Didn’t blackmail Thrask

Idunna killed

Solved mystery of missing miners

Sent Feynriel to the Dalish

Recommended Keran not be a templar

Defended Ketojan from the Qunari

Didn’t kill Karras

Act 2:

Javaris alive and well

Discovered looter of Hubert’s caravans

Killed Gascard

Feynriel freed and left for Tevinter

Helped Lieutenant Harley

Didn’t side with Petrice

Didn’t side with Varnell against Qunari

Killed Arishok

Act 3:

Rescued Nathaniel

Killed dragon at Bone Pit

Allowed Emile to go free

Offered to help Nuncio

Let Zevran go

Did not reunite Charade and Gamlen

Handed conspirators to Orsino

Gave Keran to the templars

Sided with mages

Legacy:

Sided with Larius

Found Malcolm’s will

DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION

Companions:

-Dorian did not reconcile with father -Friends with Dorian -Dorian stayed with Inquisition -Iron Bull recruited -Iron Bull sacrificed Chargers -Iron Bull is still Hissrad -Blackwall recruited -Blackwall left prison as Grey Warden -Friends with Blackwall -Cassandra discovered book of secrets -Cassandra did not rebuild Seekers -Cole recruited and stayed -Cole more like a human -Friends with Cole -Sera recruited and stayed -Sera killed Harmond at Inquisitor’s urging -Solas freed his friend -Varric tracked the red lyrium source -Friends with Varric -Vivienne recruited -Gave Vivienne a Snowy Wyvern heart

Exploring Thedas:

Reached the inner sanctum

Helped refugees

Investigated the dwarven ruins

Rescued troops from the Avvar

Fairbanks not revealed as noble

Fairbanks defeated the Freeman

Captured Caer Bronach

Closed the lake’s rift

Claimed Griffon Wing Keep

Imshael killed

Captured Suledin Keep

Operations:

Inquisition forces deployed regularly

Sutherland’s company was formed

Advisors:

Samson was the Inquisitor’s nemesis

Told Cullen not to use lyrium

Leliana’s assassin’s dealt with Du Paraquettes

Leliana steeled

Investigated Samson

Destroyed Samson’s armor

The Wrath of Heaven

Inquisitor does not accept being chosen by Andraste

In Hushed Whispers:

Went to Redcliffe, mages allied

In Your Heart Shall Burn:

Inquisition is declared for order

Here Lies the Abyss:

Grey Wardens exiled

Warden Stroud sacrificed

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts:

Briala rules through Gaspard

Grand Duchess Florianne dead

What Pride Had Wrought:

Respected temple traditions, allied with the guardians

Inquisitor drank from the Well of Sorrows

Doom Upon All the World:

Supported Leliana as Divine

Judgments At Skyhold:

Mostly a recruiting judging

The Descent:

Saved mines, stopped earthquakes

Done with the Deep Roads forever

Trespasser:

Bull betrayed the Inquisitor

Inquisition disbands

Stop Solas at all costs

[deeplord]

eternal sleep

[valerie-royeaux]

The Battle of the Storm Coast

Blood & Dust - Chapter 6

(There is a nice serious summary, but here is goes: SEA BATTLE! If you like Bernard Cornwell, you have to read this chapter! Medieval sea battle, folks!)

Having discovered the fate of John's family, Junia helps him avoid the traps in Kirkwall and they sail to the Storm Coast. But on their way they find a raging storm, and join the first great engagement of the Fereldan War.

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Previous chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

You don’t think about death, even as you dance with it daily. You spend your time perfecting your movements so they will be swift at delivering it and veering it away from you. In fighting, every blow is the Reaper’s touch, and you live and breath to deliver him, to act for him, to be his good agent. Good killers live longer. Piling up corpses keeps the blood on your veins running. In the end, that is where the beauty of it all lies: glory is nothing but the Reaper’s favour. Being alive is receiving a good boy pat on the head from Death and a morsel of his affection. A fatherly smirk which says “not now”, and fills you with pride to the proportion of your ability to make sure it is somebody else’s now. Living is to not die. Staying alive is but not being chosen for the the sacrificial slaughter.

If you don’t keep Death happy, he comes for you. You will live until you cross paths with someone who is better at killing than you are. Who kills more than you do. Who will kill you. And when this day comes, you die. And your killers lives. Reaps the benefits of pleasing the Reaper. The Reaper, he looks after his own. His people bask in the bare bones of his reward.

And John… John realized he was really bad at killing. He stood alone at the on the prow of a fat Fereldan cog, feeling the sword Junia gave him a few weeks ago light with the blood he had shed when escaping the monastery. There was more rust than death on it. More rust than deaths on every sword he had ever owned. His own arms carried more of his own blood than other people’s. The gaping kill void around him suffocated the pleads he could cast up the Heavens. His sadness sunk around the mass of his own guilt. It did not rise in raging vapour to the Maker’s nose.

His hand clenched at the taut rope tying the bowsprit to the mast, and he hung his head and wept. Ahead of him, at the end of the grey, blackened sky, somewhere where sky and ocean meet, a storm was crackling silent. Other than his cheeks, John was still dry. He hugged Junia tight when he felt her arms press his hauberk against his waist, and her head nest against the rusty links on his chest. John pushed his lips against the top of her head, and sobbed. Junia was silent as the storm ahead, and felt his tears wet her chestnut hair before the first drops of rain did.

Junia did not know what to say. Having the whole family murdered had also happened to her, but much longer ago, to a point where it was more a beacon of a painful memory, than pain itself. She also had not cared greatly for her family - she had been brought up mostly by servants, never her parents. She would be surprised if her mother had actually breastfed her herself. And apparently, the Couslands had been this special kind of rich. Maybe because John’s mother had not been Cousland rich before becoming one? John had shared a lot about his family in the past two days, ever since he was told about their demise. But apparently, Eleanor had been the breastfeed-her-own-children kind of woman. And missing such mother should probably hurt. Junia decided to break from that train of thought when the image of Mara and Lucia being slaughtered assaulted her, and she closed her eyes at that.

“Don’t you think it is risky to be in a boat in mail, John? This one doesn’t have your grandfather’s special buckle. You should be wearing a padded gambeson”.

John shook his head negatively, and pressed Junia against himself. “A padded gambeson would soak so much water, it would drag me right down. And with a jerkin like yours, I might as well drown in arrows instead of water. You should be in mail, Junia.”

Junia simply shrugged. “I can’t wear these things. I don’t know how you can move in them.”

Silence lingered for a few moments, as they both faced the storm ahead, ignoring the first droplets that announced they were getting too close to it. “I can’t thank you enough, you know?”

Junia’s response was to look up with inquisitive eyes. Those large dark eyes, when striking John, did something to him. They quelched the roaring turmoil, damped the pangs that seemed to tear his insides. Those orbs with a simple question marred the pain in a noise of hope, and that made John delay his words for a few moments, as he took Junia’s eyes in. “I would probably be dead if it weren’t for you. You rescued me in that chantry. You hid me after that monastery. And now, you arranged us this cog. I hope the man in Orzammar is not too pissed at you for taking too long with his money”.

Junia said only “I didn’t arrange the boat, it was Mara. It is her husband’s. I don’t like to use things she gets through him, but this was obviously a worthy exception”.

John continued his thanks, but Junia was not paying proper attention to them. She rested her neck against the human’s armored chest again, and pondered on his first words. He was right. He was absolutely right. He owed everything to her. He was alive because of her, because she knew not to keep her guard down, because she was not a naive fool raised in a crib of gold and beautiful tales. Because, when she killed, it was dirty, and not glorious… And because she thought she could make even more money by diverting to Highever and delivering the princely boy safe and sound to a worried dad. So she would make more money with that than the sum she was once going to deliver to Behrat.

That sum, now, was with Behlen’s Nose - not above the sea, but under it, on its way to Behrat. Before they departed Kirkwall, Junia realized she was not so inclined to gain Behrat’s favor anymore. And Behlen’s Nose cared too much about it to disappear with the money she was responsible for bringing in. But Junia could not avoid it. She had been desperately telling herself that she would not be knighted, that a human lord, destitute or not, would not marry a dwarf. She was not affirmed as a Sister in her youth, she would not lead the easy life of a Lady, nor reap the glory of the Order of Chivalry. Her conscious mind reminded her all the time that the Maker makes do with no fools. Yet, the days and nights next to John and his promises, his plans - his fucking plans - led her actions otherwise. The fool would not stop planning. Never! All those seducing  beautiful features, painted in flames and framed by the corpses of moths. Junia knew Lucia loved having her as a sister. That Mara and her husband had the power and the influence to allow Junia the life of worship she once sought. But all it took was one more powerful than them to quench all those promises. And there certainly would be a Grand Cleric somewhere, to prevent one such as her to become a knight and a wife.

Yet, even buried in the news of Highever, John planned still. He would still knight her, he would still have her if she would so desire. In the Storm Coast, with his grandfather, who still lived. In loyal Waking Sea, under the famous bann Alfstanna Eremon.

John had silenced his thanks for a long time, and the rain never strengthened to more than drizzle. The sea spray was doing more to wet them than the faint droplets that blended the sea and sky in a homogenous gray, except for the crackling sparkles in the horizon. Junia should be dry, under the earth, on her way to Orzammar. But here she was, with a kind, fool of a human, who…

Junia looked up once again, and her silent eyes, aided by a faint smile on her broad, full lips, quickly brought John’s gaze to hers. “I love you, John.”

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The sparking corner of the horizon was now all around them, and pouring rain made the night’s sleep troubled at best. John and Junia slept together on a corner of the deck, under a flapping tent, hugged as much as their gear allowed under a blanket. Most of the crew was awake, helping juggle the vessel amid the broad waves. Had the storm not started early in the previous evening, Junia would also be awake. But she had been rocked, literally, to sleep. John, on his end, had been eased into sleep by the murky water of his feelings. The despair of his family’s death would not mix with the happiness of Junia’s confession, and these two rivers would swirl and drag around each other, but would not become one thing. Yet for the first time ever since he had met this marvelous woman, she embarked on his plans and ideas for the future, and she held his hand to move beyond the point of vengeance. There were many scenarios, and all moved past this storm towards brighter blues in the sky. Vengeance would be sweeter seasoned by love. And grief was certainly more bearable cushioned by it.

The skipper approached the couple, and shook John’s shoulder. They both were sleeping under the tent that covered the bow of the fat cog, but there was no actual separation from that area to the rest of the deck. John opened tired eyes at the small, tanned, bald man with an ugly tattoo under his right eye. Just like everyone aboard, he was soaked. John and Junia were just less wet for the time being. Junia opened her eyes as well, wishing John’s arm around her had less steel. “We’ll anchor for a while, m’lord”, said the man in an awful Fereldan. “There’s battle ahead.”

Thunder clasped and John hazily got up on his feet, as fast as he could, tumbling against the ship’s railing as a tall, fat wave wobbled the vessel. He leaned over the railing at the bow, holding the taut bowsprit for balance and, after registering the scene, he let out a loud cry of joy. “Yes!!! Junia! Junia, come see this!”

Junia thought her mind was playing tricks on her, since the sound of creaking wood projected itself above the roaring waves, the wind, and the gnarling thunder. It was something she was not used to see, and not quite understood, but John was beaming at the scene: a few hundred yards ahead of them, an enormous warship was cresting a giant wave. This vessel was at least four times as long as the cog that was carrying them, and it seemed like the ocean itself was straining to lift it to the top of the wave. Junia could not count how many oars it had - all of them retracted - but there were certainly hundreds! As this ship reached the peak of the surge, its ram projected out of the water. On each side of the ram, two angry, godly eyes were painted, giving the vessel the qualities of a sea monstrosity.

And that monstrosity, propelled by gale force winds stuffing the two triangular sails, was now riding the other side of the wave, skidding down and slicing the surf on its way to find the flank of what seemed to Junia the unluckiest ship in the world. A smaller version of the monster, with a single sail and a double row of oars. Its belly was exposed to the charge of the larger vessel, fuming down the seafoam. “They are going to collide!” Junia shouted.

“The Storm Giant will ram that dromon!” John replied in an almost frenzied bliss. “That’s my grandfather’s ship, love! Ram her in, grandpa!”

The Storm Giant did not have the Cousland’s laurel on its white sails. They soared instead from the top of the masts, two light green pennants tensioned taut by the raging winds, pointing towards the distraught dromon. The wind was at the trireme’s back, and at the dromon, the Amaranthine bear seemed to try to flee from the oncoming assault. Dozens of crossbowmen would lose, cock, reload and lose again in the direction of the Storm Giant, their volleys doing little to stop the charge down the water mountain.

It was as if that dromon had not been there. Wood crackled like lightning, and the Storm Giant’s ram folded the dromon over itself, projecting the crossbowmen unto the troubled waters. John’s shouts of victory joined the ones of the sailors of the trireme, but the sailors of their cog were very scared. Junia was hugged, kissed and hugged again by her man, who was almost climbing on the railing, and kept urging the skipper to bring the cog closer so they could join the fray. In all honesty, Junia was terrified. She had been watching it all with widened eyes, still not believing how easy it was to simply fall and sink to the bottom of the ocean. All around those two ships that now seemed to be locked, dozens other vessels - galleys, cogs, dromons - were scattered and being shook here and there by an angry sea. Why were they fighting in the middle of a storm?

“Mistress Junia”, shouted the skipper, over the storm’s roaring. “I will bring you to that galley over there. But I will then return to Chiesaforte. My mission is complete, yes?”

Junia wanted to call the man crazy for even thinking of approaching the most dangerous situation she had seen in all her life. But when looking at John, she received the full weight of his eyes, the slap of the highest glimmer of hope she had seen in them ever since they left Kirkwall. His family was fighting back. John, on his side, could see Junia’s hesitance, and of course, he understood a sea battle was terrifying to anyone who had not been raised at the Storm Coast aboard the Storm Giant, the very trireme galley that was now detangling itself from the rammed dromon due to a fortuitous wave forming right underneath them.

“No,” he said, looking at Junia with a kind smile, and then at the skipper. “You will bring me to the Storm Giant, but you will anchor around with Junia. Once the battle is over, I will come for her.”

“Fuck that, John,” interrupted Junia, looking way braver than she was actually feeling. A skill she developed in her first days in the Carta, and one she hadn’t had to resort to in a long time. “I will fight with you.” At the first signs of protest coming from the human, she pushed on: “Is that how you intend on us to go ahead? I will be your knight, but you will sidetrack me, and leave me damseling while you fight?”

John wanted to insist, but she was right. She had proved herself more than once. He could point that Junia never fought at sea, but the resolution in her eyes was fierce, those angry, beautiful dark eyes. John took a deep breath and held Junia’s face with both his hands, laying a long, worried kiss on her soft lips. Junia welcomed this new emotions. She was indeed terrified. But she was ecstatic. Fighting without the need to justify the Maker’s will to herself felt really good. And fueled by love? She could face the pouring rain and thunder.

The skipper simply nodded, ordered his sailors to keep close control on the sail, and the others to waive any piece of white cloth they could find. They did not want to get rammed or have arrows and bolts join the rain. Slowly, thrown from a side to the other like a dog’s ragdoll, the Marcher cog approached the Storm Giant. The galley actually had its broadside exposed to the approaching fat vessel, but the slow speed and the waving of white cloths kept the arrows knocked in the bows of dozens of longbowmen, who were ready to reduce every sailor of John and Junia’s ship to pincushions. To her, it was impressive how the sailors in both vessels, John included, would barely rock with the ships going up and down all the times, adjusting their weight in unison with the waves.

The skipper manoeuvred the cog to be parallel to the galley, and both ships rocked each other, as the waters were far from gentle. In the taller Storm Giant, the longbowmen kept their careful aim on the people below, although some started relaxing their stances when they recognized the man who was waving his arm and asking them to lower a ladder. Before the ladder was unfurled, though, the skipper of the Storm Giant approached the edge, and crossed her arms.

John was not expecting her to be the skipper. Junia could see the confusion, and for a moment feared the worst, reading herself for all those arrows to be loosed. She actually closed her eyes, and leaned against John. There would be no escaping them. “Andraste’s knicker weasels, someone punch me and call me a liar! John Cousland! John fucking Cousland!”

Bann Alfstanna Eremon carried the storm in her smile, a woman of simple features, and ample bravery in the small green eyes. Junia could see little of her, looking from down below the cog’s deck. The lifted helmet visor allowed the dwarf to see a chiseled chin, and a pointy nose, broken to the right, just like Junia’s. The lips were thin and small, and more than anything, triumphant. She was geared in full armor, a shiny hauberk complete with pauldrons, gauntlet and cuirass, the white and blue tabard flowing with the wind. “Roll down the fucking goddamn ladder already! We’ve got no time to lose,” shouted the bann.

John and Junia made it onto the Storm Giant as well as did two sailors from the cog, lured by the promise of plunder in the ongoing battle. Bann Alfstanna welcomed the aid and sent them down to rowing decks, where they could use more people. “I thought you were dead as sure as lives the Maker, my friend. And where the fuck is your beard?”

John giggled, and made it to the prow following the broad steps of the armored woman. Junia was right next to him, utterly amazed at the organized mess of ropes, pulleys, spray, longbowmen, men-at-arms and deckhands, all balancing themselves in the evergoing earthquake beneath their feet. There were easily over fifty people on top of the deck, and easily hundreds more below, ready to row.

“I would be dead if it wasn’t for her. This is Junia Cadash, my lady. She saved my life many times over.” And turning to Junia, soaking his voice with a tenderness that that been buried in the battle frenzy ever since they sighted the Storm Giant, he said “And this is bann Alfstanna Eremon of Waking Sea, my love. A good friend of my family.”

Before Junia could reply to the introduction, Alfstanna was aghast and brought the dwarf in a strong hug, complete with breath expelling pats on the back. “My love! If you have his heart, you have my friendship, dwarf!” Junia was being shaken by the sea and by the other woman, but when she was brought closer, she felt a weird shape in the human’s cuirass. When they backed away, Junia had her brows furrowed looking at Alfstanna’s belly, and the latter caught it easily.

“Oh, this?”, she said, moving the tabard to the side and revealing improvising padding added to the cuirass in the belly region. “I am a married, pregnant woman, and you can call me grandmother, John. And you too, Djunia, once you make an honest man out of him. But just a moment now - Oars! Battle speed!”

That last shout raised above the storm, and soon wood rattled on all sides of the galley. The immense oars projected out of the hull, and soon the rhythmic drums began sounding, followed by the raising and lowering of the oars. The hundreds of oars on each side of the beast.

They had reached the prow, standing between the brows of the sea monster, and Junia was struggling to keep up with everything going around her. She had taken an instant liking to Alfstanna - she looked at the noblewoman as her future self; how she could be if she was a noble, a powerful bann. She didn’t realize that, regardless of dwarves dreaming or not, her own dreams were soaring high, and she was soaking in and being engulfed by the morale of the fighters on that ship. All around the Storm Giant, galleys, dromons and even repurposed cogs - not that Junia knew those names - rode the westerly winds, literally riding the storm to bring the battle to a confused enemy who was battered and scattered. All around them, as far as they could see in the spray and rain, it seemed that the battle was going really well for the Cousland forces, although the enemy seemed to be organizing itself.

But John wanted to know more. Junia was fine with understanding the “grandmother” remark Alfstanna made after they were done with that confusion. But the man would not be satisfied with less than an explanation. “What do you mean? Did you marry grandfather?!” a flabbergasted John asked. “Where is he?!”

Alfstanna, though, was too busy to explain. She had a mark in mind, and she would gladly explain that a later moment: “Yes, John, I married him - he is leading Highever’s army south, to Ostagar. Andraste’s tits, where have you been all this time? Look, look there. Junia, tell your man to pay attention. See? That’s the Kraken, my friend!”

The Kraken was the only other vessel in those waters that resembled the Storm Giant in her sheer size and menace. She had the same demonic eyes painted on each side of her keel, and her hundreds of oars moved in a careful dance that made sure she was staring back at the Storm Giant’s gaze.

“We knew they were coming to get us, John! But the Maker sent this storm flying west, can you believe this? We’ve been sailing the storm and caught the fuckers by surprise, my friend! Look all around you! I’ll have what’s left of Amaranthine’s fleet when this is all over, I’ll fucking rule the sea!” Alfstanna couldn’t contain herself, and with glee and gallantry shouted commands to the sailors. The men-at-arms started using their shields to guard the deck against volleys of bolts coming from a nearby cog. “But their fucking flagship managed to realign itself, John. And those nug-fucking dromons have her flanks! If we don’t take the Kraken down soon, most of these uncle-killer bastard will escape and regroup!”

Indeed, two smaller dromons angled themselves with the Kraken, making it impossible for the Storm Giant to chase her mark without being left significantly vulnerable to a rebuke from the Kraken. John saw that, and shook his head. Even with the high morale, the ships being captured and rammed all around them, his heart started to trickle down from him with the water from the warm rain. The Kraken was Amaranthine’s flagship, and capturing it would mean the end of any coordination from their end in that battle. “So we might as well regroup and end this madness, Alfstanna! We can’t risk it all, we will need these ships to retake Highever! Don’t risk a sure victory, please!”

Junia managed to recompose herself and control her stomach - the drums helped! Their beating and the oars raising and dipping gave her mind the rhythm she needed to keep her insides inside. But John and Alfstanna were on the brink of breaking in an argument, so she got between the two before things escalated. She knew the humans could not see nearly as good as her. And in the dim light of the storm, she was sure they were not seeing a very important detail.

“You two! Look at that boat --”

“Ship!” Both John and Alfstanna corrected.

“That boat over there! On the left of the other big boat. Our left, I mean. It has just crossbowmen. With the flank exposed to us! We are packed with longbowmen. Go in, rain arrows on the sodders, and ram the thing to Andraste’s bosom! The men-at-arms can shield us from volleys from the big one.”

John and Alfstanna remained in silence for a while, as thunder crackled and Junia looked at at them. All were soaked to the bone, but John found in himself to admire the wet dwarf before the next thunder came from Alfstanna. “Where did you find this dwarf, John?!” The bann hugged Junia and pressed a tight kiss to the top of her head. “You, friend, you are an absolute woman! She is right, we can do as she says and adapt from there.”

John could see Alfstanna’s cuirass raise an instant before she could bellow the command - he raised a hand. “No, wait, I have an idea. I will need a cog with one of the high castles, and a shitload of bowmen!” As he continued his explanation, his eyes and smile kept washing over Junia, who once again had gathered his spirit whole. His voice and gesticulating rose with excitement, and soon Alfstanna and Junia were shouting agreement. In a few minutes, all were ready to move.

The Selkie was the cog Alfstanna ordered to be brought to John. She was already crewed mostly by longbowman, as a crossbowmen was a rarity in Waking Sea and Storm Coast vessels. While Crossbowmen were easy to deploy and replenish - any fool could shoot one - crossbow themselves were very expensive. The poorer bannorns of the Fereldan coast, though, could easily supply the cheap longbows, and had plenty of bodies, archers trained since childhood, to draw from their traditionally seafaring people.

“Now, you go around the Kraken, and expose your flank, Alf. Trust me, this will work,” said John, already aboard the Selkie.

“Of course it will, John! Fuck if it won’t!”

“Maker preserve us!”, John bellowed, and rose his sword high above his head, shouting as loud as he could. “Revenge belongs to the Maker!”

“To the Maker!” the sailors, Junia included, shouted back.

“Full sail!”, he commanded, running towards the bow, where he would control the steering oar for the time being. And while running on next to him, and actually reaching for his support as the ship was rocked by a wave, Junia realized she had misjudged John. She could still see the naive man who knew nothing of death, who had led a life easy enough to learn how to respect her as woman and earn her heart. Back when escaping the monastery, she had seen the warrior, shouting beautiful things and killing thugs with little remorse and vying for glory. But the man who now held the steering oar had hate in his eyes. He looked fixedly ahead, shouting whatever orders with weird boat terms were needed. The only breaks in that killing countenance were the kind, loving looks he would divert to her direction eventually. And other than her stomach’s protests, Junia had somehow settled to the situation. She knew the Maker had closed her body, and every single sign in the past weeks pointed that He wanted her there. Even John’s family murder. The Maker wanted Junia in the Selkie, and nothing could happen to her.

The Selkie, as a cog, was a fat, bulgy vessel, but her prow and bow had castles - square wooden platforms resembling battlements, that were almost as tall as the Storm Giant and the Kraken - and definitely taller than a dromon. John didn’t need to maneuver too much. He led the Selkie through the troubled waters to within volley distance of the dromon guarding the Kraken’s flank - the one Junia had pointed out, having only crossbowmen as ranged units. The escort ship actually sent the first volley, but while their crossbowmen reloaded, the longbowmen of the Selkie started raining unrelenting death. Junia shouted and punched the air in celebration when she saw that, as expected, the escort ship started pivoting, aligning herself with the Selkie’s broadside.

Behind them, the drums of the Storm Giant could be heard, giving music to the storm’s thunder. The Selkie protected the Giant’s flank as she circled with all oars and sails to the other side of the Kraken.

“Keep at it!” Junia shouted, to John’s pleasure. The longbowman gave no reprieve to their deadly rain. The crossbowmen of the other vessel were not able to safely cock their weapons again for a renewed volley. Crossbows were over encumbering weapons, five feet long, and needing to be supported on steady ground and cocked with a foot. An impressive feat to be carried in a storm, under a barrage of arrows. These arrows rained from the Selkie with the storm, and it didn’t take long for the escort ship to decide to punish her for it. Her dozens of oars dipped, and at ramming speed, the drumming commanded them beat as fast as hearts.

“Steady…” John bellowed. “Steady…” he nodded at Junia, and she signaled to the men-at-arms hiding in the hull to come above to the deck. She was surprised when John held her face with both his hands and kissed her lips fiercely, the intense kiss of those about to dive into danger. The dwarf had never boarded another ship in her life before, but with her closed body and staying behind the men-at-arms shields, she knew she would be deadly.

But she fell and rolled down the deck, to be helped by one of the men-at-arms who knew what was coming: the dry sound of dozens of whips of lightning, creaking and crackling. The escort ship rammed the Selkie and Junia did not imagine it would feel worse than an earthquake. Most of the Selkie’s sailors had actually crouched. John had told her about it, but in the excitement, she forgot. The shockwave seemed to move back and forth, or maybe those were just the waves, but soon all were back at their feet and the men-at-arms started forming a line next to and with John, their round shields positioned in a defensive row about to burst.

“Charge!!! For revenge!!! Vengeance!!!” John and the men-at-arms poured at the escort ship’s deck, and the melee began. He was at the centre and at the first line of the attackers, his small eyes wide in a frenzy still to be told in the current tales, who only spoke of bravery and glory. No. John roared like a madman, enraging himself with each blow and strike. His sword was actually in his scabbard, and he was brandishing a battle axe, just like his fellow men-at-arms. In such close quarters, the sword wouldn’t have the space it needed to swing and dance. John and the men-at-arms would use the axe to hook shields and mail, to do precise, swift and short thrusts with its piked end. In that setting, Junia didn’t know exactly what to do, as John and the men-at-arms were keeping a concise line advancing through the deck, even with the rocking from the sea. She moved to the edge of the line, on the right hand side, and decide to harass their flank the best she could.

It seemed like they were pushing well, with neither side losing arrows not bolts as the fray was too close together to target foe and not friend. The Amaranthine line broke, and the Selkie’s men-at-arms pursued, undoing the shield line they were keeping. Junia, who had not been engaged with an enemy, was the first to pour through, and find all the enemy crossbowmen lined up for a counter volley that would certainly ravage a disorganized line.

“John!!!” She shouted at the same time she slid down on her hips to avoid the bolts “Shields, shields!!!”

John seemed to snap from his frenzy for a moment, and braced himself behind his shield as much as he could. “Hold! Hold!!! Shield wall!!!”

But it was too late, and the the crossbowmen loosed their volley, missing Junia, but taking much of the men-at-arms of the Selkie with their defenses down. Almost a third of them fell down, while John felt the sting of a bolt diving deep in his thigh and another one bursting the links of the hauberk over his right shoulder. “Archers!!!” he cried. “Now!!!”

With all the crossbowmen reloading, the archers of the Selkie were able to start their precision shots. At their own time, after taking their aim, any person with a crossbow who was found out of cover was put down. And a nimble, swift dwarf would put down those under cover, those too worried about staying there and trying to reload at the same time. John called the men-at-arms onto him, and with a renewed line, they swept the deck of the enemy dromon.

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Alfstanna was stomping her feet on the prow of the Storm Giant, and turned with a vicious grin at the sailor at the steering oar. “Fuck me in the ass, you heard me! Portside north!” The man tried to protest and argued that the Kraken now had the wind on her stem and was aligning herself for ramming. That they were the flagship, and if they fell, the battle would be lost. That they were winning, and it was stupid. Alfstanna marched as a fuming bull towards the sailor who refused to follow orders, trespassed him with one quick sword thrust. At the crew’s surprise, she kicked him over the railing, and pointed at the monster looking straight at their broadside, her ram raising above the water as it clashed the high waves, the drums beating high as the Storm Giant’s lay as quiet as her retreated oars. “Archers, I want you losing everything on those bastards, at will! Knights and men-at-arms!” Bann Alfstanna closed her visor, straightened the shield in her arm and moved to the edge of the portside railing. “On me! Shield wall!!!”

The Storm Giant had a broad berth for her archers, protected behind the shield wall Bann Alfstanna and her fighters formed. Yet, the Kraken returned narrower volleys that would only delay the inevitable. “Steady, friends! Hold on!!!” The noise of bows lossing and thudding on the round wooden shields was louder than the storm. Under their feet, the deck shifted, as the oarsmen left their posts and ran to the opposite side of the ship.

She rammed right in. Junia was ecstatic, shouting and ready to board, John next to her growling and beckoning the men-at-arms with a voice more coarse than loud.

The Kraken’s hull rasped against the Storm Giant’s, forcing both galleys to pivot around each other. Rammed and lodged against the Kraken’s flank, the Selkie’s crew were pouring down from it’s high castles, and flooding the Kraken’s deck with a backstab they had not anticipated. Alfstanna raised from behind her shield wall and laughed out loud as she felt the battle frenzy wash over her. “It fucking worked! Hahahahahahaha!!! Take her, men!!! Charge! Charge!!! The Kraken is ours!!!”

The men of the Kraken could not withhold the attacks from two sides. Completely flanked, they fought as they could, but soon enough the deck was overran by the invaders, and the waves were made red with the onslaught that ensued. John and Junia had met Alfstanna, and the three of them made their way through the personal guard of the Kraken’s skipper: Thomas Howe, a beautiful young man with long blonde hair, his father’s beak nose, and desperate green eyes. When seeing that none in his retinue was spared, he dropped to his knees and raised his hands in surrender.

For a moment, John stopped, lowering both his shield and axe, panting heavily, still oblivious to the bolt protruding from his thigh. His eyes locked with Thomas’ for moment, and descended down to the blood soaked axe, dripping red amid the rain drops and the now red seafoam. He felt warm, blood stained hands on his shoulder, and his chest filled with murdering pride as he could hear the crimson waves say, through the fatherly smirk of the Reaper: “not now”. He let out a loud roar and, letting his axe drop and drawing his sword, lunged at Thomas.

“Please! Spare me!” Thomas begged as John tugged his hair back and exposed his throat.

“Have you spared my sister?!” John headbutted Thomas’s nose, and Thomas fell to the deck staining it redder. He moaned a renewed plea, and tried to look up, but found Junia’s boot instead. Alfstanna picked him from the floor and held him by his armpits, her hands meeting behind his neck. She laughed in pleasure as she saw John approach, even though she could not recognize the man behind those frenzied eyes.

“Answer me, you fuck! HAVE YOU SPARED MY NEPHEW?!” John shouted at Thomas’ face, adding droplets of spit to the blood and the rain. And the pounding began. One of after the other, John’s mailed fists fell into Thomas’ face, drawing a shout of joy from the onlooking crew with each blow. Junia, among them, was happy to see John take a morsel of the vengeance he was entitled to. And she admitted to herself, without a single scratch after the battle: she liked the man the Maker had given her. She no longer could call him a tournament knight. He was a warrior, ready to kill in battle, who knew the dirt and not the glory and who would take revenge instead of offering the other cheek. A right man, as the Maker commands. And a man who now needed her, as he was clearly out of his mind.

“John! John, please stop, you will kill him!” intervened Junia, as Thomas’ face seemed to be leaking all over the deck floor. Alfstanna’s laughter still rang loud. John raised his fist for another blow, but Junia held him. “My love, please. If you kill him, he is no good to you. Make him a hostage. Ramson him, or use him as leverage.”

Junia’s voice snapped John out of his frenzied state, and, wide-eyed, looking at the kind love in the dwarf’s large dark eyes, his breath slowed down. Junia continued. “I know that they didn’t give you the same courtesy. But the Maker makes do with no fools, eh? We keep him alive, we will get way more out of his family than by force only.”

John didn’t reply. He simply dove at Junia and dug his face in her neck, sobbing uncontrollably for a few instants. That didn’t go unnoticed by Alfstanna, who, still keeping her grasp on a barely conscious Thomas, smiled in approval. John recomposed himself slowly and laid a soft kiss on Junia’s lips. But he managed to make his coarse voice raise high.

“They did not spare my sister! They did not spare my nephew! They DO NOT deserve the honor of nobleman, and they DO NOT deserve any chivalrous courtesy!” John made a pause, and looked at the men and women all around him, who shouted accordance. “Take down their flag from the mast. And hang HIM there!”

The crew and fighters all rejoiced and celebrated as they ripped the Amaranthine pennants from the main masts of the Kraken. That alone was enough to send a  wave of renewed energy to the other vessels fighting all over those waters. The second escort ship, which was on her way to join the fray, upon seeing that the Kraken had been captured, turned tail and fled. The last blow was dealt to the remainder of the Amaranthine fleet when they saw the shaking, seizuring body of a naked Thomas Howe be hoisted high above the once proud Kraken.

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Minutes later, the Selkie had managed to dislodge herself from the Kraken, and Alfstanna was returning to the Storm Giant. John would skipper the damaged Kraken back to the Storm Coast’s shores. He was sitting in a barrel, allowing Junia to work on removing the bolt from his leg. The storm had subdued to a faint downpour. The bann approached them. “That was amazing, John, really, Fearchar’s grandson! That was great!”

John nodded with a kind, tired smile, while Junia observed. At that very moment, she experience a mixture of intense attraction and admiration to the strong woman who commanded fleets. Again, she felt like in a few years, she would be Alfstanna. And the Maker’s plan would be complete. “I thank you, Alf. If you hadn’t taken the opportunity…”

“Nah, nevermind. I will sail to capture a whole fleet any day in the year. But just one thing you might have gotten wrong.” Alfstanna continued when she saw the picked attention of dwarf and human. “Your sister is not dead. You sister survived.”

“What?”

“She is heading down to Ostagar. A Grey Warden named Duncan recruited her as payment for him having saved her life. They left Westridge Keep just as we set sail.”

[punwolf]

By the Fire (Cozy Autumn Prompt)

Prompt: By the Fire from this list

Pairing: Sebastian Vael / Alfstanna Eremon

Time Period: After the Blight, during DA2

Rating: Mature (nothing graphic, but implied sexual situations)

Warnings: None @cozy-autumn-prompts

Content: Fluff drabble which is part of a series I wrote from kissing prompts. If you’re interested in the others, there’s a link to my A03 on my main page.

In this AU, Sebastian was shipwrecked in Ferelden while being sent to Kirkwall. He never arrived at the intended Chantry destination with Elthina. Instead, he matured working with Alfstanna and helping fight the Blight. No longer the young man who spent all his time in brothels and taverns, he found a purpose for his life.

This still deals with the murder of his family and the Starkhaven throne as per DA2 – in a different way.

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The fire crackled merrily, casting a warm halo into a room which Sebastian would have disdained in his youth. That pampered, haughty prince put arrows through the eyes of darkspawn, attended a Landsmeet during war, fought shoulder to shoulder with the future king, and had been comforted for inconsolable grief in the arms of a Ferelden Bann. A rustic room with rough carved furniture and thin walls barely kept the howling Kirkwall wind at bay were unfit accommodations for a prince and bann. Yet, after all he and Alfstanna weathered, the idea barely registered. They had a clean, dry place to lay their heads for the night, and he thanked the Maker for the humble blessing.

Sebastian squeezed through the cramped space which barely left a path around the bed. If it wasn’t wedged into the corner, he would have been concerned about it catching fire. They would not be staying long, and Alfstanna stretched in the center of their bed. She lay on her stomach with a pillow beneath her chest, entranced with the dancing flames.

“I still cannot believe you continue to refuse my marriage proposals.” He climbed onto the bed and straddled her thighs, bending over her back.

Their room was lit with nothing except the fire, and Alfstanna closed her eyes, basking in the heat warming her face. “You were grieving. We’ve discussed this.” She didn’t sound annoyed or bored with the return to the topic. “It was an impetuous decision which you didn’t think through. You’d just learned of your family’s death.”

“True,” he agreed reluctantly, unlacing the back of her shirt and pushing it away from her shoulders. “That’s changed now. We’ve come to Kirkwall to find the Harrimans and learn why they betrayed my parents. Surely it would be fitting to face such a confrontation betrothed to a woman with whom I would share my life and title.”

“There is so much more to it,” she reminded him gently. “We must petition for aide, and Starkhaven isn’t a close neighbor to Ferelden.”

Baring her back, he put his weight on his arms and leaned over her. “It’s hardly on the moon, either.” His lips fell in a familiar place behind her ear then started a sensual journey down her spine.

She drew in a quick, small breath. “We approached Teyrn Cousland, but the Blight ravaged many of our lands. All of this will take time.”

“You always counsel patience,” he remarked, sliding a hand beneath her hips and lifting. She obliged him by relaxing to his whims and he drew down her smallclothes down long legs. “I know it’s prudent, but Starkhaven’s people are suffering. I have a duty to them no differently than to Ferelden.”

“You care for Waking Sea as much as Starkhaven,” she murmured with a soft note of distinct pride.

He nibbled the back of her thighs, laying seductive circles with the tip of his tongue on the inside of her knee. “How can I not? It is more my home than Starkhaven ever was, but I cannot turn a blind eye from Starkhaven as it is now.”

“I know.” Her words were muffled into the pillow. She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder as best she could in her position. “Steps need to be taken and we both have enough experience to know they won’t all go well, even with the blessing of the Maker himself. Waking Sea must be left in secure hands and we’re still missing the part of the painting with the Harrimans.”  A broad smile and mischievous light glowed on her face as she watched Sebastian sit up and shed his shirt.

“Tomorrow,” he declared firmly. It might have been foolhardy for them to make the journey themselves, but who else could he trust? The Harrimans thought him dead, so they were certain to be taken by surprise. He and Alfstanna would be home again before they were greatly missed. “Tomorrow we learn why my parents were betrayed.”

“Tomorrow,” she agreed readily. “Tonight is ours to do with as we please.” From the way she watched him get up from the bed and finish undressing, she knew exactly what he wanted to do to pass the evening. Tucking her knees under herself, she stayed on her stomach, grinning with anticipation.

He resumed his place on the bed, and a soft sigh of raw satisfaction thrummed along her ribs as he accepted the invitation. She buried her face into the pillow a few times to keep their activities private. They weren’t a loud couple while in the throes of passion, but the walls weren’t made to muffle sound. It didn’t matter they were strangers in a new town and unlikely the only pair who would indulge during the night. They both preferred their neighbors weren’t aware of the more intense moments of the next hour.

Relaxed with the blankets tossed aside in a tumble, they ended with Sebastian laying atop her so they could lazily kiss by glow of firelight. She curled the bottom of his hair in her fingers as their lips separated. “I never said ‘no’ to your proposal,” she whispered, meeting his brilliant blue eyes.

His breath on her lips stopped for a heartbeat before he smoothed a hand over her hair and ventured, “Will you be my bride, then?”

She hesitated, their eyes locked. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, waiting for her answer. “Yes. Yes I’ll marry you, Sebastian Vael, but –” she cautioned putting her fingers against his lips as they parted in overwhelming elation. “Only after Waking Sea and Starkhaven are prepared.”

His gaze tilted down, visually caressing her breasts while he wandered in his own thoughts. The only sounds were their breathing and the pop of flames licking wood. Finally he earnestly looked into her face again. “What of children?” They hadn’t spoken of it, but if she hadn’t been taking precautions, they surely would have already made several bastard heirs. Sebastian ceased frequenting brothels for almost a year before Alfstanna accepted him, and the dry months tripled his ardor. She met his enthusiasm with a generous helping of her own, and there had been innumerable afternoon rendezvous of quick gratification. The daylight delights were only rivaled by slow, sultry nights. “What of heirs once we are wed?”

“When the time comes, I hope we’ll have several.” She leaned up to his ear and whispered, “you’re not less eager now that I’m going to be your wife, are you?”

To prove he wasn’t, Sebastian found a new burst of energy and stamina which left prints of her short fingernails patterned in his back at the finish. Whatever might come at dawn, he was as happy as any man had a right to be.

[queen-scribbles]

Now that creators for the @black-emporium-exchange have been revealed, I can share the fic I wrote for @ladynorbert

Title: Rebuilding Pairing: Fergus Cousland/Alfstanna Eremon Rating: G Word count: 12,963

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In the wake of the Archdemon’s defeat, there’s a lot of work to be done putting the country back together. A chance meeting and the long-standing relationship between Highever and Waking Sea lead Fergus and Alfstanna into a mutually beneficial arrangement toward that goal. Neither expected their partnership to turn into genuine friendship, or perhaps even more. 

(Post-game, (very)slow burn, friends to lovers, mentions of lyrium withdrawal bc Irminric’s a character, too)

[shoutydwarf]

the picrew thing, tagged by @cada5h (ty 💋💋)

Fiona aeducan, Marian hawke, isana cadash, Alfstanna amell & felandaris Surana 🌟

tagging @hobgoblinhoe @darkspawntaxcollectors & @chasindbae & ummmm everyone else!!

[shouldaspunastory]

The Muses: Cadence Tabris

Developing early on a keen awareness and concern for the welfare of his fellow elves in the Denerim Alienage, Cadence is easily underestimated. Often an elf of few words, but many thoughts, he will always attempt diplomacy first. When this breaks down, however, he has no trouble putting the skills his mother taught him to use defending those who cannot defend themselves, particularly those he loves, with remarkable ferocity. While the new king of Ferelden is often said to seek his advice, the Warden of the Gray has developed something of a reputation for sometimes making controversial decisions and having a contentious relationship with politics.

[World State Three]

Game decisions/deviations

Companions: Recruited all, Returned Sten's sword, acquired the Grimoire peacefully, Had Majorlaine killed, Helped Alistair find Goldana, Explored Cadash Taig with Shale, Found Wynne's old apprentice, Alistair made king (Remains with Wardens in AU), Completed Morrigan's Dark Ritual himself.

Nature of the Beast: Brokered peace, Brought Cammen & Gheyna together, Saved the Halla, Didn't tell Athras wife's fate, Found Ironbark for Varathorn, Returned Deygan to camp

Broken Circle: Supported the mages, Irving survived, did not agree with Cullen's request

Paragon of her Kind: Defeated Branka, Dagna left to study, Helped Orta join the Assembly, Killed Ruck said he died heroically, Proved Legion of the Dead had noble connections, Helped Zerlinda reconcile with family, Returned tome to Shaparate, Harrowmont rules Orzammar

Warden's Keep: Slayed Sophia, Allowed Avernus to continue ethical experiments.

Denerim: Ser Landry lives, Told Bann Sighard about Oswyn, Brought scrolls to Sister Justine, Helped clear out the Pearl, Handled the Crimson Oars, Gave Alfstanna her brother Immeric's ring, Reutned Amulet to beggar in Alienage

Redcliffe: Helped Redcliffe prepare & fight, Freed Bevin & returned sword, Helped Owen's daughter escape, Conor alive & not possessed, Isolde alive, Bella left to start a brewery

Urn of Sacred Ashes: not poisoned

Landsmeet: Alistair executed Loghain, King Alistair rules (Anora rules in AU where Alistair remains a Warden)

Battle of Denerim: Cadence took the killing blow, survived.

Companions & Advisors

Shianni: Best friends

Sorris: friendly

Alistair: Lovers (Break-up when Alistair is announced for future King)

Wynne: friendly

Zevran: best friends

Leliana: friendly

Sten: ambivalent

Shale: friends

Oghren: frenemies

Morrigan: ambivalent

Anders: Lovers (Slow-burn, friends with benefits to lovers)

Basic Information

Full name: Cadence Tabris Pronouns: They/Them Nicknames: Cady Title: Warden Commander Occupation:��Gray Warden Date of Birth: Wintermarch 13, 19 years old at start of DA:O Orientation: demisexual Libido: moderate Religion: agnostic Threat level: 10/10 Their facade of stoicism and tendency to defer to diplomacy first causes others to underestimate them. If it comes to violence, this is often the last mistake they ever make. While their kills are generally quick, this has more to do with efficiency when facing multiple enemies rather than mercy.

Physical Information

Face claim: Avan Jogia Height: 6' 0" Eye color: Hazel Hair color + style: Brunette, down to shoulder-blades with small braids Dominant hand: Left Distinguishing features: Accent + intensity: Ferelden (Denerim), moderate Tattoos: none Scar(s): small scar bisecting the end of their right eyebrow, another on the ridge of their nose, as well as various other minor ones from battling Darkspawn. Piercing(s): Orbital piercings Zevran helped give them Glasses: no

Background Information

Hometown: Denerim Alienage Current residence: Amaranthine Language(s): Kings Tongue Social class: Lower class Education: Limited academics, extensive fighting & Sword-training Parents: Adaia (mother, deceased), Cyrion (father) Siblings: Shianni (cousin, but as good as a sister) Children: none Pets: Bane (Mabari) Adopted?: no

Personality Information

Jung type: ENTP Archetype: The Rebel Enneatype: Eight, The Challenger Moral alignment: skirts the line between Chaotic Good and Chaotic Neutral Temperment: Mercurial Angered by: Bigots, entitled nobility Intelligence type: Intra-personal Neurodivergence(s): n/a

Vices & Habits

Smokes? No Drinks? Occasionally Drugs? Infrequently Violent? Can be Self-Destructive? Not often, although sometimes their temper can get the better of them when they get riled up Hobbies: Playing (and cheating) cards/games of chance, singing/dancing, playing with Bane (his Mabari) Likes: Dogs, cats, music & dancing, putting bigots and bullies in their place Dislikes: Politics, Templars Tic(s): Idly twists, or sometimes braids strands of their hair when bored or anxious

Miscellaneous Information

Zodiac: Eluvia Vice: Wrath Virtue: Courage Element: Earth Mythological creature: Griffons Animal: Honey Badger Mutation: Tainted

[seabannorn]

Alfstanna Eremon, Bann of the Waking Sea.   ©