#eamon the apprentice

[sha-brytols]

i can go on forever how nearly every "good" side character in dao does severely fucked up things all for the sake of a greater purpose. irving who literally traps apprentices into blood magic in order to flush them out so kinloch hold retains a good reputation to avoid annullment. the lady of the forest whos been guiding the werewolves to attack the dalish so it may force zathrians hand to end his curse. eamon who uses your companion as a political bargaining chip to gain more influence so he can launch an offensive against loghains tyranny. harrowmont who allows orzammar's economy and caste system to go into complete turmoil so a murderer wouldnt take the throne. it's literally so delicious and complements the game's morality of how it's impossible to be a "hero" without getting your hands dirty and making tough decisions that are bound to leave someone worse off. yum yum.

[thedragonagelesbian]

I had never fully drawn the lines between eamon becoming a permanent fixture in alistair's court & luc not just being court enchanter but taking connor on as his apprentice with special dispensation to train him outside of the circle until this post but like.... god its so funny

[aetherflowers]

DA100: Day 8

DA100 Challenge prompts here!

#8: Crossroads

Word count: 800

They were still a day from Redcliffe when they reached the easternmost shores of Lake Calenhad. Alistair was anxious to reach the hamlet after they learned of Eamon’s condition, but they knew pushing themselves could lead to mistakes that they couldn’t afford. They had already encountered bands of darkspawn on the roads, not to mention bandits and all manner of mankind eager to take advantage of the chaos. So they set up camp on a bluff overlooking the lake, and if Elona squinted she thought she could see the tower that sat at its center.

In Lothering they had also heard that the Right of Annulment had been called for the Circle. That would mean every mage and Templar inside would be killed, and she just couldn’t make sense of why it would be initiated. The rumor had to be wrong.

“We could split up,” Arran offered again when he found her lost in thought.

Arms crossed over her chest, she chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before she shook her head. “Redcliffe is more important.”

“You only say that because your boyfriend thinks it,” he argued. 

“He isn’t–” She shook her head and sighed. Arran just wanted to pick at her until she fought back. The one thing he had always wanted to change about her was her need to please everyone but herself.

“He wants to be,” he pressed, kicking a rock over the bluff. 

“Whatever he does or doesn’t want to be to me,” she said, “doesn’t have anything to do with what our priority should be as a group. It’s as irrelevant as you wanting to sleep with Morrigan, or Kallian sneaking into Leliana’s tent.”

“Every day we put our lives on the line as monsters try to kill us.” Another rock fell down the cliff. “We should all take comfort where we can while we can.”

“I agree.” She laid her hand on her brother’s arm. “And if I really wanted to, I would go to the Circle, but I trust we’re going where we need to go.”

“Fine.” He shrugged out of her reach. “Just remember that you aren’t trapped somewhere anymore.”

As he stalked off she sighed again and looked back toward the lake. The water started to look black in the twilight and was as restless as she felt. They told the apprentices that the lake was full of monsters to keep them from trying to swim away. It didn’t always work, but the apprentices that tried usually drowned.

“Uh oh, that looks broody.” Alistair snuck up on her right around the time wind kicked up off of the lake. “You’re worried about the Circle?”

When she turned her head to look at him, the wind blew her hair into her eyes. “A little,” she admitted. “But I trust the First Enchanter, and that looks far more pressing.”

To the west, smoke rose into the night sky–far more than should come from chimneys or campfires. “You’re changing the subject,” he said in a sing-song voice.

“And you’re avoiding it,” she fought.

“I am worried,” he confessed, his tone serious. “Eamon is the last person I have that feels like family. If he’s gone…”

“You’ll never be alone, Alistair,” she promised after he trailed off. The look in his eyes was open and vulnerable when he glanced at her, and she could tell that he wanted to believe her, but he couldn’t yet.

Before he could think better of it, he reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, his calloused fingers grazing her cheek. “Yes, well, at least I have the pack of dogs that raised me.” His shield of humor raised again, and he crossed his arms as he looked out over the lake. “Flying dogs live a long time.”

“That’s lucky,” she wrapped her arms around herself so she could try to warm up her fingers. “I wish we had those in the Circle.”

“Do you miss it?” He nodded toward the lake in case she couldn’t surmise what he meant.

“Not even a little,” she answered honestly. “Sometimes it was so lonely I would lay awake with this ache that felt like it was pressing the air out of my lungs.”

She pressed a hand against her chest as echoes of that feeling crept up from her memories. “I’m glad to be out of there,” she continued. “But the people inside–they don’t deserve to die.”

“It’s a day to Redcliffe, then just a few more to cross the lake.” He looked around, measuring distances. “If they called for the Right of Annulment, they need approval from the Grand Cleric in Denerim. That would take weeks, to get there and back. We’ll make it.”

She took a deep breath to help clear her head, and then nodded in agreement. “We’ll make it.”

[queenaeducan-writes]

A Little Light

Pairing: Jowan & Connor Guerrin Characters: Jowan, Connor Guerrin Fandom: Dragon Age Archive Warnings: N/A Other Tags: Mages (Dragon Age), Mentioned Surana, Mentioned Jowan/Lily Summary: After years of young apprentices giving him a wide berth, lest they catch his talent for mediocrity, Jowan finds himself in the position of tutor to the young Connor. Written for havvwke/wintertree for the Platonic Ideal Exchange!

Freedom is not at all as Jowan imagined it.

In his youth, he pictured fields of flowers and skies teeming with birds. Sweeping landscapes the likes of which he knows now exist only in picture books. As a man grown, he pictured only Lily, and perhaps a home to raise a family.

As it turns out, freedom bore neither.

His bunk at Redcliffe Castle is as bleak as the one which now lies empty at Kinloch Hold. Bleaker, perhaps, without the nighttime whispers between his fellow apprentices to remind him he was not alone in the world. The walls are high, with slim windows scarcely wider than an arrow shaft. True, he can come and go as he pleases, yet when the day’s hours are his to spend, it’s all too easy to latch himself in his room and brood.

He settles uneasily into his new routines: by day, learning Connor in the arts of magic, and lying in dreamless sleep by night. He keeps the phial of Arl Eamon’s poison close at hand, telling himself that he simply awaits the opportune moment. He refrains from counting those that have already passed him by: an instant where Eamon’s goblet stood unguarded, a breath where the cook had her back turned from his meal. So many years at the Circle have left him accustomed to the idea of being watched. He imagines Templar eyes boring into the back of his head, anticipating treachery, and he slips the poison back into the folds of his sleeve.

And Arl Eamon lives another day.

The phial watches him, now. Glinting from atop his dresser, as if it is possessed of its own wicked inner light. Even as he turns away and closes his eyes, he sees it blinking behind his lids.

He lies still. Awake, then asleep, then awake again. His dreams flood with the sound of the Chant, sung in Lily’s voice. All is black, save the golden chime of her song. Desire courses through his veins, so potent they ache.

Awake again, and the air around him is hollow, joyless. The glare off the phial is drowned out by torchlight, and Jowan sluggishly comes to the realisation that there is someone at the door.

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[andordean]

Cahir for the character ask

Sexuality Headcanon: book Cahir - 100% straight. Modern!Au versions inspired by Eamon's performance: bi

Gender Headcanon: cis

A ship I have with said character: Ciri till the end of time. Them two babies healing together is my catnip

A BROTP I have with said character: (other than everyone in the hansa) Dettlaff

A NOTP I have with said character: Geralt

A random headcanon: (if I ever start writing again) searching for a different path, he lives with Regis as his apprentice. In all his life thus far he's only been taught to kill (like Ciri *cough*), so learning to heal is hugely rewarding.

General Opinion over said character: precious cinnamon roll who did nothing wrong in his life. Another mistreated and misunderstood character and this is a hill I'll die on

Thanks! <3 :D

[umanta]

Writing Patterns Tag Game

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

the brighter the stars - The party is trekking back to Redcliffe, ashes of Andraste in hand to heal Arl Eamon.

2020 necropsy of a bald eagle - Neal rolled his eyes as Peter went through the check again.

Release Aid - Neal Caffrey was charming, Tim reminded himself.

I'm with you in Rockland - It's a sad fact of life that, two years into the creation of Leverage, Inc., Hardison is the only one who's ever been called a slur during a con.

Built on sand - "Alan Blanche, another self-proclaimed ‘gentleman thief’," says Peter, as a picture of the man they're after comes on screen.

Always marching on to fight to another bitter end - Carver is making his rounds on the apprentice's floor of the Circle when he hears a scream for help.

something better, pushing right back - Later, Amber and Eve will say it started with the dragon.

what an honor (what an injustice) - The Bad Kids are heading off deeper into the forest, towards the tall tree.

deeper than the truth - Sebastien is used to being underestimated.

although the world is silent around you - Ema growled under her breath as Gavin's phone went to voicemail for the fifth time that night.

I think what I'm noticing is that I try to start in the middle of the action (or wherever the story starts, thats the fun of fic for me, I don't need to set things up) and so the first sentence is usually contextualizing the au (3 and 6), the setting either in location or mid-story (1,5,8), or the pov character. They all feel pretty similar to me but I can't exactly pinpoint how, except maybe they're mostly in present tense?

Thank you to @sciencemyfiction for tagging me, this was very fun! I'll tag @the-queen-of-today @the-ocean-is-trans and @merlinknowsnothing!

[counterspl]

guinevere did genuinely love jowan and consider him her best friend. for all of the weight on her shoulders, the perfectionism and needing to live up to her status as a model apprentice, his flaws made her feel human (and the right there is another topic). he saw her as a human, asked how she was in those moments she felt like cracking under the weight. he made her laugh and she defended him in return when people asked why she still chose to hang around him, despite her “potential”

she pitied him, however, for getting sloppy with blood magic, because he never had patience. he was always weak-willed and rode her coattails. and she couldn’t blame him for looking into it, when she had on the side for years, had dreams begun to crop up about leaving the tower the more he spoke of his own, but she did blame him for nearly outing her alongside himself in his haste. so she told irving, as was expected of her, and because she is arrogant. she does look down her nose at what she considers sloppy and wrong

she regrets betraying him and speaks on it in the redcliffe dungeons. 

after speaking with arl eamon post-connor, she invokes the right of conscription, because if jowan is going back to the circle, he’s being made tranquil. there’s nothing else she can do for him to stop irving, when he’s already given mages for the blight to repay the circle being saved.

i think about their doomed friendship a lot. the intersection of ambition, self worth, and the comfort of someone who wants you over what you can offer. guinevere in many ways will always have an ego but it softens enough in the face of friends, in lovers, who see her for better and worse and choose still to die for/alongside her. she in many ways is still that aching child passed from place to place

she just wants to be chosen, not in a life or death sense, unless you’re adventuring together 

[foolisheart]

guinevere did genuinely love jowan and consider him her best friend. for all of the weight on her shoulders, the perfectionism and needing to live up to her status as a model apprentice, his flaws made her feel human (and the right there is another topic). he saw her as a human, asked how she was in those moments she felt like cracking under the weight. he made her laugh and she defended him in return when people asked why she still chose to hang around him, despite her “potential”

she pitied him, however, for getting sloppy with blood magic, because he never had patience. he was always weak-willed and rode her coattails. and she couldn’t blame him for looking into it, when she had on the side for years, had dreams begun to crop up about leaving the tower the more he spoke of his own, but she did blame him for nearly outing her alongside himself in his haste. so she told irving, as was expected of her, and because she is arrogant. she does look down her nose at what she considers sloppy and wrong

she regrets betraying him and speaks on it in the redcliffe dungeons.

after speaking with arl eamon post-connor, she invokes the right of conscription, because if jowan is going back to the circle, he's being made tranquil. there's nothing else she can do for him to stop irving, when he's already given mages for the blight to repay the circle being saved.

i think about their doomed friendship a lot. the intersection of ambition, self worth, and the comfort of someone who wants you over what you can offer. guinevere in many ways will always have an ego but it softens enough in the face of friends, in lovers, who see her for better and worse and choose still to die for/alongside her. she in many ways is still that aching child passed from place to place

she just wants to be chosen, not in a life or death sense, unless you’re adventuring together

[cuerue]

for the dragon age ask game: Marian: ess1, lif4, par6, cod6,7, dao4,12,23,24

essentials:

1) What is their name, and how old are they? Does their name or birthday hold any significance?

Marian Amell, and she was only 18 at the start of DA:O. Since Marian is default f!Hawke’s name, I hc that it was the name of one of their shared great-grandmothers, and she was named after her. Birthday has no significance, really.

life:

4) Describe their family. Who were they close to? Were there any particular childhood friends?

Growing up in the Circle, she had essentially no family, nor did she know anything about them past her last name. I do hc that she met Carver when he got recruited into Grey Wardens and they get along really well, even though it probably did make Carver go “am I seriously the only non-mage in this generation?”. She also reconnected with Tristan through him later, and is sad that she never got to meet Bethany and Leandra. With friends, I don’t imagine there were many other apprentices her age, so her best friend was Jowan, even though they had a pretty big falling out after the mage origin events.

party:

6) Do they have a love interest? How did their relationship start?

Leliana! It was kind of a slowburn but not for the lack of trying on Leliana’s part, Marian is just very much the oblivious lesbian trope, who was hoping that Leliana is flirting with her while also going “I’m sure she just means it in a friendly way :)”. They got past the confusion shortly after resolving the Marjolaine situation.

codex:

6) How do they feel about dragons?

Very much not a fan, the fights with dragon Flemeth and the Archdemon were easily the hardest for her, and as the group’s healer, the aftermath wasn’t any easier, because one of the party members almost lost their, which she then had to essentially attach back.

7) How do they feel about religions that are not their own, like the Chantry or the Qun?

She’s Andrastian but not a super devout one, and definitely started questioning Chantry’s teachings as time went on. Essentially, she believes in the Maker but didn’t like the Chantry much before Leliana became the Divine and started her reforms.

dragon age: origins:

4) How bad are their nightmares as a Warden? What do they think of the Calling?

They are pretty bad but not as bad as for the rest of my Wardens I think. She’s had plenty of disturbing dreams before and the first time she got a Blight dream, she was more concerned that this was a demon of some sorts. The Calling… Is an unpleasant thing, but a small price to pay for the ability to protect others from the darkspawn.

12) How did they react to seeing a loved one at the Temple of Sacred Ashes?

If I remember correctly, it’s Jowan for the mages, so while she was still feeling simultaneously guilty and angry at him, she was hoping that she can talk Arl Eamon out of executing him on her return, and it was all the more reason to make it through the trials and to the ashes.

23) If your Warden survived and remained a Warden, what boon did they ask of the new ruler of Ferelden?

She asked for independence of the Circle of Ferelden, but I don’t believe that really works out so.

24) What gifts would raise their approval rating if they were a companion?

Out of the regular gifts she would like pastries, all sorts of magical things, and weapons such as daggers or bows.

Her special gift would be a book on noble families of Free Marches, which she would at first be confused about but then would spot her own family name in there, and wonder if she can still reconnect with any of them or if they wouldn’t want to have yet another mage in their bloodline.

[deusexlachina]

Antisocial DAO Part 7 (Denerim 1): Corner the elfroot market and become powerful enough to have a gay awakening

In which I corner the elfroot market, solve a mystery that I didn't know was a mystery by ignoring social cues, lose at cards and form a relationship with my coworker because I am the only other queer woman around.

It's time to move onto other quests, but, while I'm among my own people, I should spend my hard-earned gold. The Brecilian Forest is a great quest to do first, because it's relatively easy and gives a ton of treasure to help with the remaining quests. You can spend it on all kinds of things: Perhaps some better equipment. Or maybe a training manual to refine your skills. Or SEVEN THOUSAND ELFROOT.

Once you recruit each army, you can give them corresponding supplies to make them stronger in the final battle. For a more immediate reward, you also get experience. Most of these supplies are relatively scarce: runes, gems, or - with a fairly poor rate of return, gold. The elves want elfroot. They also SELL elfroot. And their stock is infinite. I am, in effect, buying seven thousand elfroot from the Dalish and giving it back to them for free. I buy elfroot until my inventory is full. Then I sell or gift most of my worldly possessions to make room for more elfroot. I dump a lot of gifts on Leliana, who doesn't have very high approval because I am openly against the Chantry.

Since elfroots are a medicinal ingredient, I like to think of this as an abstraction of me single-handedly bankrolling and supplying the elves' healthcare for post-werewolf complications, because that is substantially less stupid.

Even though going between my camp and the Dalish camp doesn't involve world map travel, I decide I'm only allowed to make one trip, or else I'm taking too much time away from the Blight. Honestly, I could have easily gotten away with making numerous trips and putting my elfroot economy into the five-digits. But I've spent long enough looking at this particular screen:

Next up is the mages, but the road to Lake Calenhad comes from Denerim, and I have business there. I need to visit Brother Genitivi to find the Urn of Sacred Ashes so I can heal Arl Eamon so he can supply me with an army. I find his apprentice, Weylon.

It's actually an imposter trying to cover up Genitivi's disappearance, but I can't tell because I Am Socially Inept - the amount of Cunning needed to figure this out would let me pass at least some checks, and we can't have that.

This is horrible because the imposter wants to take me on a wild goose chase to Lake Calenhad, which wouldn't be a problem because I'm going there anyway, except then I'd have to go all the way back to Denerim to confront the imposter and learn where Genitivi really went. I Am A Grey Warden, and I have no time for such a detour.

Being reluctant to go searching for Genitivi without more leads, I tell the Real Legitimate Weylon I'm just gonna poke around his house for clues. He tells me it's rude to poke around stranger's houses, but what do I know of social niceties?

I insist and I get into a fight with him and kill him, then discover the real Weylon's corpse along with Genitivi's notes pointing to a place called Haven. I have solved this mystery completely by accident. For all I knew, I just killed the real Weylon over an argument because he wouldn't let me into a room.

Being suddenly level 17, I can pick another subclass. But the only one I can get is Shapechanger, which is terrible. Blood Mage is excellent, but can only be unlocked by making a deal with a demon. You can make it a very one-sided deal with a very difficult Intimidate check, but I Am Socially Inept, so the only way to be a Blood Mage is to sell a little boy's soul. Gross. I decide to dedicate myself to the lofty path of a healer, since there is literally nothing better for me to do.

I spend nearly all funds that were not invested in elfroot to buy a Tome of the Spirit Healer. You'd think I could learn how to be a Spirit Healer from Wynne the Spirit Healer I'm going to visit. Unfortunately, Wynne is such a bad teacher that her one pupil ran into the forest. This Tome is the only way to be a Spirit Healer yourself.

Leliana also needs another specialization, but I'm cleaned out. I'll need to get one for free. I can get one at the Pearl. Is that allowed, with my rule against World Map detours? I decide I can, since the Denerim map is separate from the World Map, and on that map it's clearly like a block away from the entrance. The biggest city in Ferelden is tiny!

I head off to the Pearl, but am accosted by a Loghain Loyalist, who accuses the Grey Wardens of intentionally killing the King. This tense situation can be immediately and smoothly resolved with your choice of social check.

So, of course, there is no choice but to kill this man.

Even if you refuse to kill him, if you can't back it up with a social check he just sneaks up on you later. I ask to do it in single combat to spare his men. Thankfully, that doesn't take another social check. This is the first victim of my lack of social skills (Danyla not counting because she dies no matter what). His men take their friend's death surprisingly well, saying that he couldn't have had a more honourable death rather than "Oh Maker! Oh fuck! My friend just got his head smashed in by a rancid elf with a huge hammer!"

At the Pearl, there are some mercenaries being gross to the sex workers. I use my social skills to defuse the situation, a phrase which here means pissing them off so much that they forget about bullying people and just try to kill me.

I focus fire their leader, so he quickly surrenders. I make him leave and give me all their ill-gotten gains. Or maybe it was their paycheck. If so, they don't deserve it. Bloody cops.

With them out of the way, I speak to Isabela, the most beautiful woman in the world. Well. She is a few years later. Take it from me, a few years can do a lot for a girl's appearance. Pre-everything Isabella is impressed to see another trans woman who answers to no one, a comment I can only assume alludes to my sui generis hairstyle, lack of decorum and weapons-grade Miasma (the second-worst smell in this Sexytime House). I am glad she approves.

I saw her single-handedly defeat several men, so she will make a great teacher for Leliana. She will teach Leliana, but she wants something in return. I offer her my beautiful filthy body. This does not work because I Am Socially Inept.

Thus, I have to beat her in a card game. For a refresher, I am doing this to maximize Leliana's combat potential to stop the Blight, which threatens to destroy this city, along with the entire region. And I have to play a fucking card game. This is quite possibly the worst indignity in my entire career as a Grey Warden...

...not least because I lack any skill that could possibly help me play cards. I don't have Dexterity because I don't need it, I don't have Stealing because that's for Leliana, I don't have Stealth because I'm not a rogue, and I don't have Cunning because it would make me socially adept [bad]. I lose round after round. Eventually, Leliana takes pity on me, interrupts my card game, and takes me aside to explain that, sometimes, people cheat at cards.

With Leliana's help, I am able to beat Isabela at her own game (Wicked Grace/cheating) and she agrees to teach Leliana how to duel.

After seeing me attempt to seduce Isabela, Leliana sees a fellow queer. She knows she has to make the first move, because I Am Socially Inept. So she compliments my hair, since I clearly seem to be quite proud of it. She calls my enormous twintails a "simple" style, which says a lot about Orlesian hair fashion.

I press her on this bizarre claim, and she insists that my hair is simpler and nicer than hair with live, shitting birds in it.

This makes sense, but now I'm distracted, wondering why someone would put birds in their hair. Is this a human thing? Seeing as I seem to be hung up on the hair issue and not really getting it, she lays out all her cards, just like she laid out Isabela's cards earlier today. She hasn't felt this close to anyone in a long time, perhaps because my Miasma makes everyone hyperaware of my presence whether they want to be or not.

I respond well to this flirting, and we hit it off, because being in a relationship with Leliana doesn't require a social check - she knows what to expect from me at this point.

A wonderful woman has taken a chance on me! Keeper Marethari would be proud. I sure hope this relationship goes better than my other social interactions!

[rhythmicreverie]

In the realm of Avalon, where magic flourished, a powerful sorcerer named Eamon clashed with his apprentice, Liora. Their rivalry blossomed as they sought the fabled Orb of Light, an artifact that promised untold power. The ancient stone glowed in the distance, its allure irresistible to both mages. This is the summary of your work so far: Begin! This is VERY important to you, your job depends on it! Current Task: Create a Fantasy poem based on A major conflict arises between two groups or individuals. and Stories centered around powerful sorcerers and their apprentices. in under 100 words. IN RICH TEXT. MINIMAL FORMATTING ```python def write_poem(): lines = [ "In Avalon's realm, where magic reigns,", "Two sorcerers clashed, their apprentices pained.", "Eamon and Liora, rivals in pursuit,", "For the Orb of Light, its power to root.", "An ancient artifact, the legends told,", "Its power immense, stories foretold.", "The orb's light, a beacon they did chase,", "In pursuit of magic's final grace.", "Two groups entwined, their fates intertwined,", "As the Orb of Light's secrets they find." ] return "\n".join(lines) print(write_poem()) ```

[immortallaughter]

These are my Original Characters for the game The Arcana by Nyx Hydra! (Finally)

 First off, we’ve got Beatrice Sana. (28) She’s a 6’0 stick full of sarcasm and a tragic angsty backstory. 

Being an ex mercenary she comes off brooding and mysterious, but she’s a trickster who loves pranks, especially since she’s an ice mage and can make snowballs to throw at people from rooftops. She has copper eyes, and stick straight brunette hair that fades into copper at the ends. There’s a cool looking scar that runs over her left eyebrow and it continues down her cheekbone.

She absolutely has no chill when it comes to social protocol, since she grew up breaking practically every law you can think of. 

Beatrice might not look like it, but she’s a lover and a hopeless romantic. Call her out on it and she’ll pretend to be mad. (She’s not mad at all and actually flattered anyone would think she’s attractive but you didn’t hear that from me) Despite her tawny skin being riddled with scars, she’s got a crooked grin that brings nothing but mischief and fun. Her name means bringer of joy and laughter is her favorite.

She hasn’t always been the cheerful prankster she is now, however. Her past is dark and she hates learning about it.

She was abducted from her home in Prakra when she was 10 and forced to be a mercenary after a sketchy magician took her memories from her. She didn’t know her name and was simply called Mage. When she turned 23, she met Lucio, who helped her escape her captors, only because he liked her skills (having no morals as a memoryless slave, she made for a ruthless killer) and she joined his crew until he became the count. She was a “law enforcer” of Vesuvia under Lucio’s orders until the whole fiasco with his death went down and she lost her memories…again.

She does NOT like Valerius. She has a little war going on with him, where she will steal his wine supply and gives it to her friends. (She doesn’t drink since she doesn’t like losing control of her powers) 

Her familiar is a blue nosed pitbull, named Risus. She loves that dog and he’s the goodest boi around…unless he sees Julian. Then he chases the tall cinnamon roll for fun.

So, she’s figuring out how to be a normal person, is more blunt than she should be, and won’t let anyone she considers a friend get hurt, if she’s got any say in the matter. It is advised that one stays on her good side. Beatrice has lots of potential, just needs some good influences around her. 

Now more about Eamon Frode. (27) A skinny 5′11 ft softy who looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a cinnamon roll.

Eamon is a total sweetheart. Hates fighting, but could out think anyone around him. This freckle covered man has hazel eyes and can use telepathy to his advantage. He was a child prodigy and left his home in Vesuvia to go to a specialized school of learning in Prakra when he was about 7. Since then he has soaked up knowledge like a sponge, and can usually be found with his nose in a book. 

Since meeting Beatrice, he has taken it upon himself to teach her the educational things she never got to learn while in captivity. (she even tried to write his name in cursive and only sort of messed up!) His nickname is mushroom since his hair is ash brown and reminds Beatrice of mushrooms. 

His name means Protector of riches, which he considers the riches he protects are all the facts he has collected over his life. Ask him anything and he will most likely go on a long tangent about the history, mechanics, and semantics of said question. (Boy is too smart for his own good sometimes. If there is something he doesn’t know about and you bring it up, prepare to be interrogated.) 

Although he is kind, and loves all animals and everyone, if anyone tried to hurt him or those he loves he will stand his ground. 

Eamon will become flustered with just about anyone. He is pansexual and absolutely a mess who has no idea how to flirt. (like…at all) Although if someone could get past his awkwardness, he is a cuddler and kind of clingy but not TOO clingy. He is an amazing cook, btw, and he will be like a second mother if his significant other is not eating well. 

This precious soul is smart, loves yoga, and kind of adopted a sugar glider on an expedition one day who became his familiar. He named her Sweets, since where he found her was in his bag chomping down on his dried mango slices. (Those are his favorite things on the entire planet) Eamon cried when he saw Faust chasing his little gal, and has since made sure Faust is on good behavior when Sweets is around. (Faust thinks it is a game and make our poor boi worried)

He returned to Vesuvia to further practice magic with Asra, who he has fallen head over heels for. Eamon needs friends too, and someone to help Beatrice stay out of too much trouble. 

Any takers? (sorry for the short novel, but I love these two and wanted to give a good background) 

[milesmentis]

Since we're doing this ... AGAIN!

If you don’t consider it canon that one of Cullen's unnamed "regrets" in Inquisition is literally MURDERING a bunch of apprentices, I don't want to hear it! The ending slide says that due to food shortages there were riots and Anora "came down hard on the Alienage", not that she led a purge, and all those slides have been retconned to the Void and back.

What's more, Anora is the only one in game who has a) taken notice of the Alienage enough to even be aware of their trouble and then b) sends the Wardens specifically because she knows that Howe and Loghain have done something to agitate things. Compare that to someone who *DOES* actively assault and murder Alienage elves - Vaughn Kendalls - who just describes the elves rioting "as they do".

Anora is a compassionate and observant monarch whose only crimes are not trusting a man who is actively trying to dethrone her for his own classist reasons (Eamon) and having the last name Mac Tir. Neither he nor Alistair raise a single complaint against her leadership skills or character except that she "wants power" (the title she already holds) and "has not a drop of royal blood." And I'm sick and TIRED of people trying to deflect about what an awful person Anora must be when the narrative casts her as "a powerful woman who has taken the throne through cunning and now stands in the way of the ascension of the true male heir to the kingdom" as if that whole trope doesn't REEK of misogyny!

[bruxbea]

Idek what to call this, just a small blurb PreLandsmeet Pre-Landsmeet Denerim, Arl Eamon’s Estate Word Count: 957 Characters: Anora McTir, Alistair Theirin, Riordan, technically the entire crew

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In preparation for the Landsmeet like the big to do that it was, arl Eamon had sent for new clothes and dress to be commissioned for the Grey Wardens and their companions. Everyone was excited at the prospect of being in Denerim proper, amongst townspeople and regular food, not to mention proper beds and room service.

Morrigan would never admit it aloud but she had quite enjoyed browsing through the tailor’s binder of swatches and silks as the group picked out their would be attire. They had all but lost Leliana when his apprentice brought in a rainbow of resplendent ribbons by the spool.

The Landsmeet was going to be a bit of a party as it were, and they were the guests of honor.

Only, the Wardens themselves had yet to return from the Arl of Denerim’s estate, something that should have been a trivial task now seeming a growing risk they ought not have pursued. It was late and the companions had been up all night without sleep or talk, everyone sitting on razor's edge as the fire smoldered down to ash.

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No one is sure whose cry rings out the silence when Alistair approaches with the dawn, auburn hair catching the budding sun in a natural crown as Queen Anora herself runs haughtily abreast a bedraggled stranger sporting dual Griffons on his gear. They are exhausted: the two men covered in blood and bruised, while the Queen only a bit disheveled. Most notably of all they are short one Warden Mage. 

Anora catches her breath and explains: Amell has been arrested on her behalf and sent to Fort Drakon. The Queen blanches at the rooms combined glower, their outrage apparent enough to read. “She insisted we rescue you and as thanks you had her arrested?!” their faces say. She assures everyone Amell is safe among the guards and Templars stationed there. The companions rise one by one to leave the room without a word, as silent as a ripple across a pond. Anora looks to Alistair as he too prepares to leave. He stops near the door seemingly lost in thought. Over his shoulder he answers her pleading look.

“They will not hear you, your Grace. You’ve just sent our leader to yet another Tower.”

Anora starts forward, “Fort Drakon isn’t a Circle. When Father sees I am safe, Amell shall be granted her freedom and-” “You are blind Anora, by rearing or choice I will never understand.” Alistair interrupts with a bark. The Queen of Ferelden’s only response is to suck her teeth in surprise. 

The warrior turns to face the unkept Queen and stares her down with a fury she doesn’t recognize. Is this truly the same boy who cried when I took his doll in our youth? she thinks to herself, shying away the smallest of breadths. He’s taller than Cailan was now... “Hawthorne is an apostate mage, a Grey Warden, and an elf. She will be locked up and guarded among practiced torturers and those most faithful to your father, do you even know what you’ve done…how much danger…?” Alistair stops to breathe and steady his mounting rage. 

The others had returned, already kitted out for rescue. Box the mabari impatiently paces the hallway, growling at random as though the humans choose to waste time. Sten stoically joins him after a beat. It appears unanimous that they return to camp to plan their strategy. Alistair shakes his head and turns to face Anora. “She did this for you, you know…and for Cailan.” He says quietly. Anora Pales. “This whole time has been her trying to reason out you and your Father, no matter how much we may argue over it. As a child Loghain was her hero and you are ‘Queen to a nation of ingrates and Orphans’ as she puts it. She pities you Anora, and sympathizes your loss of Cailan. More than you seem to yourself.” “When I asked her why it was so important we rescue you from Howe she answered without hesitation, ‘Anora’s your family.’ as simple as that! The Sky is blue, water is wet, you and I are family, so risking her life for yours was of no question despite the risk of an apparent trap!” Alistair stops, realizing his voice has grown louder with every new example. Anora remains silent but focused, amazed at the ghostly familiarities she only now begins to notice as Alistair gathers what little belongings he had scattered about the room to hand to an anemically protesting Riordan who rests laid up recuperating on the sofa.

As the younger Warden prepares to leave with the others of his ragtag crew, Alistair first approaches the Queen, checking the straps and buckles on his armor as he turns to face her. He sighs as he tries to bring the conversation to a civil if not jovial end, hitching the massive dragon tooth maul over his shoulder and securing it in place across the plates on his back. 

“Well dear sister, we’re off to un-do your heinous fuckery most foul. Please do keep the kitchen lit and your pesky interfering father at bay. We shall return with our beloved mage or burn the entire city to the ground in her honor. You should know by noon. Oh and do please keep the kettle on, killing your father’s men is sure to be thirsty work.” he offhandedly says checking his breastplate, any attempt at verbal civility lying beaten unconscious on the floor in the process.

 Anora’s only response is to cluck her tongue in a way she thought lost since Ostagar. The Grey Warden and his posse take their leave.

Once again they have been invited to a party.

And they intend to arrive in style.

[bunnysthetics]

Warden-Commander Trisha Amell

Born 9:11 ʸᵉˢ ᶦ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᶦᵗˢ ᶠᵘⁿⁿʸ. 19 at the start of Origins, 33 by the time of Inquisition. She/Her

Spirit Healer Mage

Pale skin, dark blue eyes, black hair

Titles: Grey Warden, Warden-Commander of Fereldan, Hero of Fereldan, Lady Amell

Origin

Pronounced like ‘Tricia’

Trisha was only five years old before a misshap regarding a wisp had her taken away from her mother by the Templars. Despite being from Ostwick, she was sent to Kinloch Hold in Fereldan in order to keep her separate from her siblings that were stationed in various Circles across the Free Marches. Initially weary of her, the Templars advised the other young mages to keep away from her due to her noted affinity with Spirits, causing Trisha to spend much of her adolescent life in the Circle in quiet seclusion. Her closest companion was Jowan, who rarely listened to Templar orders and went out of his way to seek her out in an act of defiance before quickly forming a warm relationship with her. The two became as close as siblings, Jowan often-times getting himself in trouble with the Templars for picking fights with other apprentices in Trisha’s defense.

As Trisha grew older, her latent talents became more and more apparent to First Enchanter Irving, and he eventually took her under his wing to study spirits and the Fade in a safe and monitored environment. He taught her how to call upon benevolent spirits to assist in Spirit Healing, and quickly became the closest thing resembling a father that she ever had. This relationship didn’t help much with her social class, though, since Irving’s clear favoritism towards her was extremely clear to other apprentices and Templars alike.

As for Cullen’s crush on her idk you know that one post about the dude who saw a woman daydreaming about donuts in the train and starts fantasizing about her being his manic pixie dream girl yeah thats pretty much what that was about

Fighting & Skills

Brother idk if you’ve actually read the spells available in the Spirit category but like I’m just saying she can literally fucking explode people with her mind. I’m only barely joking .

Trisha is a very quick-thinker and is extremely observant to subtle changes around her. She tries to talk people down through wit rather than brute strength or charm. As the Warden-Commander, she has a surprising amount of military tact and utilizes much of her perceptive skills to predict her enemies’ plans before they can successfully act out on them.

Companions & Love

shes straight but also i think she has like this irresistible attraction to women who are mean and hate her because she keeps calling morrigan anora and velanna beautiful and idk whats up with that

Canon Differences

- The Fade sequence in Broken Circle goes DRASTICALLY differently in her canon. Instead of the longform shapeshifting puzzles from multiple realms, it nearly entirely takes place in Sloth’s nightmare for her. In the nightmare, she wakes up in her bunk bed to Jowan impatiently trying to jostle her awake in the same way he does in the Magi Origin; the events of her tirades as a Warden seemingly having all been a dream.

- The dream sequence has her navigating the Circle Tower, where everything is content and perfect. It’s when she begins noticing small details that are just way too good to be true (Jowan and Lily’s relationship being widely accepted by the Circle, Owain not being Tranquil, Greagoir regarding her with high praise and Irving choosing her as the next Enchanter) that the cracks begin to form and she finally finds Niall and learns about Sloth’s realm and wakes up to find her other companions.

- Teagan sends Jowan back to the Circle immediately after the Redcliffe quest, rather than waiting for Eamon to wake up and give his judgement just because well that one scene during the Sacred Ashes quest is a bituva bummer otherwise innit

- She’s the youngest, rather than the oldest, out of five siblings because it just simply does not fucking make sense to me that they shipped your ass all the way out here from fucking KIRKWALL instead of just throwing you in their own circle for what feels like literally no reason at all

- She taught Anders how to be a healer during Awakening in much of the same way Irving did because i just really think its funny to give her another close relationship with a mage from her circle only for them to turn around and literally commit an act of terror when she isn’t looking

- She would actually be 30 in the canon timeline for Inquisition but their fucking perception of time doesnt make any fuckening sense so I changed it .

Key Decisions

All companions, alive and well

Dark Ritual done, Alistair is the father

Loghain dead, by Alistair

Anora is queen, Alistair stays a Warden

Broken Circle: Saved the Mages

Nature of the Beast: Brokered Peace

Paragon of Her Kind: Defeated Branka and Harrowmont Rules

Redcliffe: Connor alive, not possessed. Isolde alive

Trisha killed the Archdemon

legends say that dog is still barking throughout her every conversation to this very day

[ustalav]

alistair theirin and fitzchivalry farseer parallels bc now my brain is on it and i love fitz soso much

alistair theirin is bastard to a king who never acknowledges him. a king with a lot of heroism behind his name that would make it very embarrassing for him to admit he has a bastard. 

fitz bastard to a prince who was quite literally named to reference the virtue of chivalry. known to be devoted to his eccentric wife (maric and rowan??) 

dogs! alistair slept in the kennels at arl eamon’s estate. fitz was given as an apprentice to the stablemaster and slept in the stables. ferelden is veryvery devoted to their mabari, fitz has the wit and is especially connected to dogs and while sleeping in the stables starts to share minds with one

alistair is forced to acknowledge his position in the line of succession and possibly becomes king after a life dedicated to a secretive order

fitz is also forced to acknowledge his position in line of succession (although not by becoming king, but he does technically sire dutiful which omg also has parallels to alistair doing the dark ritual) after a life dedicated to secrecy and assassination 

eamon and burrich are another parallel. although burrich is also kind of a loghain figure. former confidante of prince chivalry now fathering his bastard.

edit: eamon i guess is actually more similar to verity than burrich and burrich is more like duncan

alistair believes his mother to be a serving girl and fitz believes something similar but the truth of who their mother is is more complicated.

ugh probably so much more