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Meet My Warden Inquisitor;

~The Light in the Shadow

The Hero of Feralden was as bastard born to the noble house Amell on [Date here]. While not a lowborn bastard, being the bastard of two houses, one of which held magic was seen as a stain by her grandfather. Before House Trevelyn knew of her magic, her grandfather sold her to a Tevinter cousin who was working to gain passage back to Minrathous. However his attempts proved pointless once they reached Fereldan because Drysi managed to escape a ritual he had planned finding her Uncle Malcom and a group of templars who escorted her to Kinloch Hold Once at Kinloch Hold prior to her harrowing at seventeen she was placed under the eye of a budding templar, Cullen Rutherford. As he rose through the ranks she became a promising Spirit Healer often working with a spirit of compassion. Over the years they had grown close and when it came time for her Harrowing, the Knight Commander and her First Enchanter selected her long time protector as her would be executioner. What she met in the fade she does not entirely remember but she does know she withstood it and came out of the fade. According to rumor the excess of Lyrium had triggered a sensitivity in her and she had passed out. A Grey Warden visiting the tower with news of an impending blight would be all it took for her life to upend. Her first task as a junior enchanter saw her expelled from the tower and scooped up by the Warden in question. Only with a pendant and staff to remind her of the only home she had know for years, she went to Ostagar. Waking to find herself one of two grey wardens left in the whole of Feralden with a blight raging, was terrifying and to suddenly be thrust into command and grappled with the reality of her circle falling, loosing the only person she loved due to refusal to harm apprentices, and the ultimate sacrifice of a hero. Over the course of the blight Amell fell into the arms of an antivan crow she ultimately let slip her embrace to go hunt his own demons. It was not until the slaying of Urthemiel that she fell into the arms of an unexpected ally, the disgraced Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir, he became her second in command and faced down the disciplinary action Wiesshaupt handed both of them, with his daughter on the throne and his son doing honestly who knew what. He took over Amranthine for Drysi, giving her the freedom to return to the Circle. This time in Ostiwick. She would not emerge again until rumors reached Denerim's royal court of a Grey Warden mage meeting with the Divine and Knight Divine Trevelyan in Gwaren. However these quickly proved to be nothing but rumor. During the conclave a mage from the Trevelyan family recovered Coreypheus' orb and became the Herald of Andraste. At the fall of Haven it became apparent to Cullen Rutherford who she was with a singular phylactry bearing a grey warden seal. The former Herald of Andraste stood against the fifth blight with a small group of people, and she stood against the world tearing asunder, and then she would stand against the Blight to end all Blights. My words caused those scars...do not belittle the harm I did Weisshaupt has failed us, and I will not see it fail another warden I leave you two alone...you get married in Orlais and come back with ...five Mabari?

Inspiration for this post comes from @eurodyne-d post they did for their Rook, Valentin Mercar. If you'd like to see more of what I have done, please see my Meet My Rook , Meet My Inquisitor, and Meet My Hawke. Drysi is not my canon warden, but her AU is very special to me as she was my first complete playthrough of Origins. Her works can be found under Songs Like Lyrium and Herald of the Grey AU tag or the Drysi Amell Trevelyan tag. She is in a polyamorous trio with Loghain Mac Tir and Cullen Rutherford. If you have any questions please feel free to ask

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Hang on so I got this We will start with the woman who does it all Drysi Amell with comparison shot of DATV, Inquisition (Modded), and Origins (Modded) She romanced Zevran in DAO, Cullen in DAI, Loghain in Fanfiction, and likely Lucanis in DATV

Caron Hawke, Drysi's cousin and there is about a year difference between the two. I sadly do not have her original DA2 Screenshot. She did not have the iconic smear in Inquisition but regardless. She romanced Fenris in DA2 and In DATV she would likely... honestly it would be Lucanis. I don't know what this says about me.

concept: recreate your Hero[es] of Ferelden and your Hawke[s] in the DA:TV CC

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For the DADWC: Had your Inquisitor ever been in love before being sent to the conclave? (featuring the inquisitor of your choice)

TITLE: Champions of the Just and Holy CHARACTERS: Drysi Amell, Zevran Arainai, Cullen Rutherford, Loghain Mac Tir RATING: Teen WARNINGS: Mentions of Suicide Ideation Word Count: 1307

"Love is ultimately selfish. It demands that one be devoted to a single person, who may fully occupy one's mind and heart, to the exclusion of all else."

It was against that wisdom that I did learn what love was during the fifth blight and even a little before it. Back than I did not have a good concept of how long I could live for as a warden directly exposed to the calling of an archdemon, and I wanted to live life to the fullest before I ultimately died. My joining was not something I chose of my own accord, I was forced down this path and I felt if I was to die, it would be knowing love.

The sweet florals of first love came while I was still bound to the circle at Kinloch Hold. The blush between two barely eighteen people, a mage their templar guardian. Greagoir and Irving had seen the hushed whispers, the lingering touches when I would heal him during my classes. The way his hand would guide mine along the chant of light verses. He was so determined back then that if a mage was faithful enough, their gifts would be safe guarded. Still our mentors chose him to be my executioner during my Harrowing, blessed the maker or the lady of the skies that it was never needed but he was so apologetic afterwards. It lead to our first kiss, and a pendant I wore through the entirety of the blight, and I wear anytime I am away from home longer than a day or two. Irving set me against the circle to punish a templar as our own mage would be punished. It saw me expelled from the circle and enlisted into the grey wardens. I would not see him again until after word reached myself and my friends that the circle had broken.

Leliana told me later I was despondent for days as we made our way to Kinloch Hold. An annullment had been ordered and needed to be carried out, and I had be tasked with it in turn for aide against the blight. The weight of destroying the home you have known since a child, was crushing. Yet hope persevered as we cleared the rungs. Apprentices had been safe guarded, that was till I saw him, locked in a cell by a desire demon, my face his torment. He begged me to kill even the youngest of apprentices. It was a knife into my heart, he wouldn't have asked for any of this. It was with the blood of my former mentor on my hands that we fought, things were said and my heart shattered. I was not the same girl that had left the circle after that.

My next brush with love...rather lust perhaps came at the hands of my would be assassin. Zevran Arainai, he was became a fast friend of mine once we recruited him. He seemed to know when my thoughts turned to the darkness eating at my soul and he would say something that would pull a chuckle from even Morrigan. He taught me what it felt like to be desired, to be craved and to be chased. I could not in good conscious promise him forever, not with the blight nor with the fact that I was still healing from the damage Cullen and I had done to each other. On the eve of the final fight he was there, but in the aftermath, he had his own mission to undertake, and I did not stop him. Every so often a letter from him makes its way into my hands or on my desk.

Perhaps the love that healed me the most was with Loghain, I'd call it the love of an enemy turned into the love for a partner? Our relationship was complex from the moment I betrayed Alistair and ordered Loghain under go the joining. He never forgave me for that even to this day. Loghain and I spent many nights, speaking about the blight and what to expect. Darkspawn did not behave as any army of living, but rather as a horde of hive minded bees defending their queen. At some point it turned from enemies being across a fire pit to compatriots leaning against each other and sharing a bottle of...oh I think it was wildwine he had traded for from a chasind who knew him. There were a few regretful kisses between then and the final stand against the archdemon. It was nearly a week later when Morrigan and Loghain had revealed while I still laid in a healing tent what they had done. I threatened both of them...yet despite the worst of my behavior neither of them budged. I remember what they both said to this day. The love of a sister and the love of a man I had doomed to die with me.

I distinctly recall one warden fit to fall on his sword, and another who clawed desperately to victory. My sister does not accept death for a man who had the gall to ask her to destroy her home. Are you quite done Commander, you are wallowing and it is pointless. Stand up and claim your victory Drysi Amell.

It would not be until I was summoned to Weisshaupt, I crept out of the castle in Denerim to find him waiting with two horses. In truth the journey north was cold and unforgiving and having him there, and our initiation bottles to drink was a warmth I did not know I need. One thing lead to another and we ended up in each other's arms and he kept me from putting my fist in the first warden's face. I left him in charge of Amranthine as I chased Anders to the Free Marches and then split off to go in search of a cure for the calling.

It was getting cornered by my cousin and the Divine and getting bullied into coming to the Conclave that lead me to cross paths with Cullen. I heard the nearly prayed whispers of my name when he sang the chant, or spoke to Leliana for news of my safety. I kept my heart and my identity from him until Haven. Perhaps it was the look in his eyes that helped me defy my odds and make it out of Haven alive. It was no archdemon, just the Architect's brother and his pet dragon. According to Leliana for the first several hours of my healing, Cullen sat in my tent working on his plans. We did not talk at any length until Skyhold and arguably that talk was more...desperation to hold eachother, to assure ourselves we were both whole and as okay as we could be. The blasphemy we committed that night beneath Andraste's statue...well some spirits did latch onto it apparently it was quite passionate. It was not until the dread wolf took my arm that he and I reunited with Loghain...gods preserve that man was fiery along with Cullen. I could not say no to both of them, and they understood that. We were all bound by blood and bone to each other.

Even now as I write this for Varric Tethras' tales of the Hero of Fereldan. I can hear them sparring with Cullen's nephew and niece, and two of the four mabari we have lay in here with me by the fire. Soon we will have some mabari pups to help with the templars recoving from lyrium. I have not given up my chase for the cure, but I have left it into hands far more suited to that discovery than mine. I found my peace finally.

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“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.” For DA DWC for any pairing you wish! :D :D

Title: In the Darkest HourPairing: Cullen x Drysi AmellRating: TWord Count: 1329Warning/Tags: Not Inquisitor Character, Blood Magic Mention, Hawke does not die, or LoghainCC: @dadrunkwriting

This was honestly very interesting to write, I thought it was going to be sweet and fluffy. But Adamant seemed to be the one that needed to be written. I could not kill off my Hawke or Loghain. I hope you enjoy this.

Adamant. She had never thought she would get to see the fortress. After all, why would she ever need to go to the Western Approach?  Drysi clenched her hands as rocks slammed into the walls of the fortress. Sucking in a breath Drysi outstretched her hands, watching them shake.

“Blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and do not falter.” She could feel it as the fade struggled under the assault. Blood Magic. Her hands tensed, she was forcing the shaking to go away. Taking a deep breath she pulled on the magic, willing it to knit this soldier’s skin together.

One by one, sometimes more then she could count the wounded were brought it. This she could handle, killing men she knew though, or knew of that was worse than facing another blight.  Her body ached, craving just a drop from the blue vials on her belt. She had her limit any more, and she ran the risk of her magic depleting too fast. Reaching up to her neck,  her hand wrapped around the amulet. Her eyes closed with worry. Cullen. He was a brilliant tactician, and he and Loghain had both gone over the strategy thousands of times. It didn’t stop the worry that clung to her.

“Commander Amell!” Her heart froze, and as her eyes snapped open, they were as hard as ice. A scout stood at the edge of the tent seeming to try and pick her out. Glancing at the other healers she quickly beckoned one to her wounded.  Grabbing her grimoire from the table she quickly fastened it to her belt, followed by her staff being slung across her back.

Her strides were long as she quickly weaved through the nurses, healers, and surgeons. Reaching the edge of the tent she looked up at the scout. It had been enough time for Drysi Amell, Healer to be replaced with the Commander of the Grey. Taking a breath she met his eyes.

“Report!” it was familiar, a habit that had developed during the blight, and then during the Darkspawn incursions in Amaranthine.

“Commander Rutherford and Inquisitor Lavellan ask for you at the front… Sir! er Ma’am…er Serah…My Lady!” The poor scout, he couldn’t decide on a title. Shaking her head she sighed.

“Sir is fine, Commander is easier. Are you to escort me?” She tilted her head, short dark waves of hair covering one icy eye rather rebelliously. Cullen was alive. Thank Andraste’s Blessed Fire and the Maker.

“No Commander, Commander Rutherford is waiting at the Fortress.” She nodded, slipping her gloves on. As she walked past the scout she patted him on the shoulder.

Each step brought her closer to the inevitable truth. The Order had gone too far.  They had kept secrets from the most senior members, allowed a single vulnerability to the order go unchecked for maker knows how many years, and now this. As Adamant loomed over her little more than smoking ruins. Drysi knew in her heart, she could no longer in good conscious call herself or her men Grey Wardens. Everything they had stood for; gone because they played themselves into this hand.

Soldiers and Scouts alike jogged in and out of the Fortress, many carrying wounded.  Stepping around the siege equipment and the remains of ancient walls.  She spotted him, hand resting on his sword, golden hair well beyond being tamed and his red mantle. Her lips pulled at a slight smile.

“Cullen!” she called walking over to him, it was informal but all of Skyhold knew they well were something more then friends. At her call, he stopped issuing orders and jogged over to her.  There was no hesitation as he pulled her into his arms. Drysi clung to him, it only lasted a moment but it was enough.

“Drysi, the Inquisitor, is asking for a Senior Warden. The surviving Grey Wardens have no one to turn to. She is also asking your recommendation on what to do with the order.” He was apologizing, she could hear it in his tone of voice and see it in his eyes.

“I understand.” she gave a firm nod, so it fell to her. While Loghain held a senior rank here…she was a Commander of the Grey.  She was the only one who could say with definitive authority what to do with these wardens. “Go with me?” she tilted her head hoping he would.“As long as you hold my hand, my lady.”  He offered her hand, and she gave him no hesitation. Taking his hand, she let him lead her through the ruined keep. As they walked a quiet hush fell over the Wardens. They knew she had their fate in her hands, her uniform, her scars told them exactly who she was. The Hero of Ferelden.  Veteran of the Fifth Blight, Vanquisher of the Archdemon Urthemiel. Titles she knew by heart.Letting go of Cullen’s hand she stepped onto the dais with the Inquisitor, gesturing for her to turn away from the crowd. They spoke privately. She needed to address them. They were terrified, they believed they failed, this defeat had shattered their resolve. As they turned back towards the crowd she shook the Inquisitor’s hand with a smile.“In war victory, in peace vigilance, in death sacrifice.” She licked her lips looking over the crowd of mages and the few warriors who had survived. She barely caught Loghain’s reassuring smile. “A wise woman, once told me we are not just standing vigilant against Darkspawn, but the hubris of magic gone astray. The magic we fight against from the moment of our joining, the Blight. Today we have failed.” The crowd began to murmur and shift and she could see some of the mages beginning to reach for their own grimoires and tomes.“I am not here to cast judgment on the ritual done here,” she announced raising her hands. “I am here as your sister, to make you see reason. It was not just one failure that brought you to this defeat, this miscalculation, this terror, and this false calling you now feel!” She screamed her chest heaving. “I live with it every day, and I am here to tell you The Grey Wardens of Ferelden, have no blighted blood or calling. There is a reason a Warden King sits on Ferelden’s throne unaffected by fighting in the last blight!” The crowd fell silent, awe and curiosity replaced doubt and fear. There was no clattering of plate or jangle of scale mail.

“It was not  Weisshaupt that found this cure. It was Wiesshaupt that kept Corypheus a secret, it was Wiesshaupt who fell silent. We were failed by the very order we pledged our lives to!” She turned to the Inquisitor giving a soft smile.  “I humbly recommend Lady Inquisitor, that the Grey Wardens of Orlais be absorbed into the ranks of the Grey Wardens of Ferelden. Under my command to be reformed into a new order to protect against the blight with a modified joining.”The silence hung through the air, and tensions mounted. She could see it in the Wardens, they were worried, some doubted her. However, they wanted to know what the Inquisitor would allow. “I will permit this Commander Amell, however for the time being it will be with Inquisition supervision.” She smiled as the wardens all seemed relieved. 

It was one battle. She turned smiling at Cullen stepping down to him. With him at her side, she could face it all. As she wrapped her arms around Cullen’s neck, the fade tore another rift opened and behind them. A bloodied Carys Hawke stumbled out the rift.“What’d I miss?” She staggered, holding her broken staff in her hand. “Oof! Varric!” the woman cried as the dwarf barreled into. Only her cousin.

“I am never going to escape your Cousin am I?” she smiled at Cullen and shook her head. No, he wouldn’t Amells stuck together through everything.

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(Talesfromthefade) “Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

Title: Pairing: Drysi Amell x LoghainRating: TWord Count: 631Warnings/Tags: Warden Amell, Loghain Mac Tir, They might be a bit tipsyCC: @dadrunkwriting

I really wanted an excuse to write this pairing, they don’t last long but Loghain was the best thing for Drysi after the Blight. I hope you enjoy this!

Wind and Snow rattled the shutters of the barren cottage, as her icy eyes tried to watch for figures in the snow. They were in the heart of Avaar territory, and they knew the weather on the mountain better then she or her companion did. Drysi shivered pulling her shoulders tight. The horses, had a permanent warming glyph to make it through the storm. But that meant no fire, and only warming runes and furs in here.“Drysi” Turning away from the shutters she met with warm silver eyes, watching her companion drink maker knew what it was.

“What is it Loghain?” she fought to keep the cold out of her voice, pulling the bare fur around her tighter in a vain attempt to ward off the shiver that still came.

“Come away from the windows, nothing is going to try and move in this storm.” He paused seeming to listen. “I’ll wager we have another day of this.” She gave a weak smile. What was the saying? Ferelden bred hard men and harder women who could feel the storms.

Loghain…he was well safe. She wasn’t even sure if that was the word. Despite everything, he pushed her to improve herself and to develop the arcane warrior tradition she had found. It was helping, keeping the emptiness at bay, and he brought a warmth and understanding. He hadn’t judged her for her actions at Fort Drakon.

Worrying the edge of the furs, her mind raced, they had already laid together and decided anything that happened on this trip and presumably on the way back to Ferelden stayed between the two of them. With a huff of frustration at her mind, she meandered over to the bedrolls. First came her boots, the heavy grimoire, her staff sling. Piece by piece until she was just in a heavy tunic and breeches.

It was simple just laying up against him while their armor sat on two of the warming runes and the rest were in the bedrolls. He wrapped his arms around her. No words about how hard it was when this should be easy, no judgment. She tugged the blankets up and he just chuckled and she could hear his grin. Setting the bottle of alcohol in front of her. He brought his feet up pressing them to her back.“AHHH! Maker take your arse! Loghain Mac Tir!” She snarled trying to wiggle away from him. “You Ferelden dog loving salt licking shit! Quit Touching me!” she demanded trying not to join him in his laughing.

“Problem Commander?” He teased as she eventually managed to turn around and face him. His eyes were beautiful dancing with almost a boyish mischief. She huffed trying her best to glare at him. It was little things like this, that had her forgetting why everything hurt.

“Why in Andraste’s holy fire are your feet so cold!” she tried to growl but it was more a squeak, she wasn’t mad just cold, and wanting to laugh with him as he pulled his feet away, and brought her closer.

“Apologises, they have always been rather cold.” he sounded like he wanted to shrug. She wasn’t sure but she just burrowed close while he continued to drink. “Want some?” She peeked up to see him offering the bottle.

“Why not. Not like it will kill me. Hasn’t yet.” She took the bottle taking a huge swig. Outside it was as if for that moment in time Loghain Mac Tir and Drysi Amell had found relative peace in the harsh snows of the Frostback Mountains, and the world had forgotten about them. That would never happen, she was the Hero of Ferelden, and he was the Hero of the River Dane, and now a Traitor to his home and country. No one would forget their names or legacies.

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For Teigue de Riva, he got his lightning scar on his face because he accidentally shot himself with a ball of lightning. In his defense Kirkwall's circle of Magi was not known for well trained Mages. For Athras Mecar, she got drunk the day after she received her soporati commission and she went and had a scars put on in the pattern of crow wings, for the one detail she had about her birth father. She had to wear armor ontop of it the next day.

For Caron Hawke, she got a scar on her arm from jumping off the barn into a hay pile. She landed on Carver and his hunting knife that he got for Wintersend.

Drysi Amell, hit herself with her staff during the fifth blight, Zevran had spooked her.

Evuniala Lavellan, got her scar from being pushed out of a tree by a clan mate.

Silly head canon prompt: What’s the stupidest way they got that scar?

I’ll go first. Rook’s was grabbing a knife that fell blade first.