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nobodyexpectsthe · 28 days ago

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misc worldbuilding details for companion verse pirith

he can be found in the courtyard, near one of the benches with a pile of books. he's usually sitting and reading though later in the game you can find him assisting with the gardening as his health improves. he moves very stiffly at the start and hanging out beside him long enough will get some quiet hisses and grunts of pain. later, his movement is significantly easier - however he can be seen clutching his injured hand and complains about how often he's retorn the injury.

ambient dialogue implies that he was in the library but being in close proximity to someone from tevinter made him uncomfortable. elan ve'mal is doing him a kindness by fetching books for him as making the trek up all those stairs seems quite taxing and he's too withdrawn to ask anyone for help. if recruited from the exalted plains loranil will become his dedicated gopher. at high enough approval, loranil also has special dialogue which initiates a quest that reveals the red lyrium infection before it becomes obvious. this can lead to a branching questline where the hand is taken off and buys enough time to find a proper treatment.

if dorian leaves he'll move to the library. he may also do this if you drag him around in a party with dorian long enough for the fear to wear off. the fact that he continues to survive his exposure to the lyrium and it has not interfered with his ability to use magic is of potential interest to solas and cullen.

his first personal quest is investigating rumors of other survivors from clan lavellan. his second involves investigating how deep the corruption in wycome went and whether it's spread to the surrounding cities. during this quest he shows significant instability, which reveals the infection left by fragments left in his body. why it didn't kill him is unknown. the final one involves the spread of the red lyrium and his acceptance of the fact that he's been bought time and given the strength to avenge his clan, and that's enough. the inquisitor can talk him into remaining hopeful and giving him something new to live for, or they can offer to take him out once all this is done so he does not suffer the red templars they've seen do.

he's potentially absent from trespasser depending on previous choices. you can find his grave in the gardens. if he survives he's in considerably better health - still sick and scarred, but with a long life yet to live. he's developed a spell called mage hand to make up for his missing one.

low approval greetings

"inquisitor ___." in a flat tone

"Lathbora viran." melancholy and exhausted

"i'm sorry, but you're blocking the light."

"Dirthara-ma." angrily, if the inquisitor is anything but elven

"ma banal las halamshir var vhen." angrily, if the inquisitor is dalish and appears to have turned their back on the elves

neutral

"the weather here is quite nice." cautious & conversational

"if i can help, i will." reluctant & wary

"andaran atish’an." formally

ending the conversation for the lower approvals is: "if that is all." low approval conversations also feature him heavily masking his dalish accent when speaking common. this drops when approval is warm & higher

warm

"one moment. now where did i put that bookmark..." friendly

"is everything alright?" concerned & friendly

"Garas quenathra?"

friendly

"good morning, lethallin." warm and enthusiastic

"i was wondering where you were. come to interrupt me again?" teasing

ending the conversation gets, "Dareth shiral." or "i will be ready if you've need of me."

romanced

"emma lath..."

"your presence warms like the sun." fondly, like you put the sun in the sky

war table missions focus on researching both the supply chain, any potential cures, and the hope of fellow survivors.

pirith's romance is also a slowburn because he believes it would have been better if he'd died with the rest of the clan and has mostly checked out. he's here to kill corypheus and that's it. while he has the potential to recover even without a romance, entering a romance with the inquisitor gives him new motivation to survive.

#v. but until it gets the best we test the lines. non inquisitor verse.#im normal i care about things a normal amount

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serphena · 4 years ago

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nothing like a child’s magical thinking to make you want to cry sometimes;;

Kiara spends a lot of her time playing in the gardens, so after few tries she befriends Elan Ve’mal. She knows that the woman knows a lot about flowers and other things that grow there, and loves to ask about everything. Two years had passed and she maintains her interest in flowers, but now she has her reasons for trying to learn more - she wants to help her papa.

What little Kiara doesn’t know is that since Elan is an apothecary, she already tried many of the herbs and mixed of them available to the Inquisition to try and help ease the Inquisitor’s pain and nothing had worked, but the kid doesn’t need to know that.

She just wants her father to be okay again.

#and she is like 6 kiara im so sorry i put you through this #kiara lavellan #theo lavellan #elan ve'mal #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #my art #ocs

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tanaleth · 5 years ago

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#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #tevinter nights #elan ve'mal #see fire and go towards light #my art #did I shriek a little seeing her and Cabot in TN?#no #I shrieked a LOT #elan would no doubt disapprove #and for that matter #so would cabot #portrait series

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convenientcoma · 5 years ago

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Herbalists and Apothecaries and Alchemists, oh my!

The herbalists, alchemists and apothecaries and their tranquil assistants work out of the Pharmacy and Dispensary in Skyhold’s cloister gardens and a secondary site in the Herald’s Rest once the still finally arrives from Denerim. Not pictured: Henley (apothecary) and Toph (trainee). Damn OCs never show up for picture day.

#elan ve'mal #adan #owain #clemence #solivitus #a-productive-manor

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the-tevinter-biscuit · 6 years ago

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shannaraisles · 7 years ago

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Set in Darkness

Chapter: 45 Author name: ShannaraIsles Rating: M Warnings: Language! Summary: She’s a Modern Girl in Thedas, but it isn’t what she wanted. There’s a scary dose of reality as soon as she arrives. It isn’t her story. People get hurt here; people die here, and there’s no option to reload if you make a bad decision. So what’s stopping her from plunging head first into the Void at the drop of a hat?

Fair Warning

Mornings in Skyhold were an education in the myriad wonders of mortal man.

Take Iron Bull, for example. Every morning, those still sleeping in the tents were roused by the sound of the big Qunari breaking the ice on the communal water butt with his head, and swearing like a sailor as the frigid water tricked down to his pants. It wasn't uncommon to hear fresh icicles breaking off his horns as he went to wake the Chargers.

The next to wake after him were usually the warriors - Cassandra, Blackwall, Cullen. Which, of course, meant that Rory was also invariably one of the first to rise. But where she would sit huddled under a blanket with a mug of steaming tea, they seemed to think running drills was the perfect way to wake up. It wasn't that she couldn't appreciate their dedication and skill; she just didn't approve of the display of energy at such an ungodly hour. They were inevitably joined by Kaaras and Rylen, and other officers, exerting themselves until they actually steamed in the icy dawn.

As the sun began to peek into the courtyards, Evy would crawl under Rory's blanket with her, and not long after, Dorian generally joined them. The Tevinter mage wasn't much of a talker before breakfast, usually focused on taming his hair and mustache in sleepy silence, his eyes following the energetic warriors with vaguely envious disgust for their display of prowess. Varric wasn't silent when he roused himself, though he tended to limit himself to muttering his complaints as he went about his morning routine. To hear the grumpy dwarf tell it, the whole world just felt wrong, and only a cup of ale and a round of toasted cheese could make it right.

Josephine and Leliana emerged only when breakfast was ready to be served, each perfectly turned out, not a hair out of place, and by that point, Rory was usually working to rouse her patients so they could wash and breakfast. Some needed help with both, which meant she herself tended to be among the last to eat. Solas, Cole, and Vivienne breakfasted apart from the main throng, sometimes not becoming evident among the bustle of people until the sun was high in the sky. And eventually Sera would drag herself out of her blankets around mid-morning, well after everyone else was already about their business, and threaten to camp out in the kitchens unless someone fed her.

Thankfully, the Orlesian nobles who had started to arrive at Skyhold got up even later than Sera did, so they missed these fascinating insights into the early workings of the Inquisition. Just as well, really. Some people really weren't made to cope with seeing Inquisitor Adaar burn his tongue on his tea every morning without fail, and turn the air blue cursing about it. But Rory found that she enjoyed these layered wake ups. For someone who had hated early mornings for most of her life, it was a strange feeling. It wouldn't last, though - the rooms of the fortress were quickly becoming habitable. Soon, they wouldn't see each other until breakfast at the earliest.

Of course, as the days passed, there were more people to add to this morning routine. The merchants, who gossiped and chattered through their yawns; the new recruits under Cullen's immediate command, who swore and complained but dragged themselves out of tents to run laps before being allowed to eat; Master Dennet and his stable-hands, who made sure their four-legged charges were fed, watered, and already exercising before Bull attacked the water butt each morning. And eventually, the alchemists and apothecaries, some of whom had been up all night to tend the stills.

Elan Ve'mal, a member of the College of Herbalists, was the undisputed senior when it came to the small army of apothecaries, assistants, and Tranquil. She had apparently been in contact with Adan while he was in Haven; when she arrived, she had immediately sought out Rory and her team, quick to put her people to work on replenishing the Inquisition's stock of potions for healing and soothing various ailments. Only when that was done would the elven woman countenance using her equipment for other potions, such as the contraceptive Granthis had given Rory the recipe for what felt like an age ago. Elan had even gone out of her way to improve it, distilling the formula down until the dose was only a mouthful a day. That meant the healers would be able to give out potion bottles that would last a sensible woman a month or more, rather than force them to come back each time they got careless for a fresh dose.

It was a relief when Elan finally told her the first batch was ready. Rory had already confirmed four pregnancies by that point, three of which she'd then assisted in terminating at her patients' request. Whether she agreed or not, it wasn't her place to judge. It was her place to be supportive, and to offer options that would not result in certain death. The do-it-yourself alternatives were too awful to even consider. Her method wasn't pleasant, but it solved the dilemma without killing the patient. Still, she was glad to have the preventatives to hand again. Even if a woman was certain she had made the right choice, the process of inducing a miscarriage was painful and traumatic. Far better to use the contraceptive than to put people through that unnecessarily.

"They're talking about expanding the herb garden," Elan was saying as the two women made their way into the cloistered space. "That would be a great help. Most potions can be made with dried herbs, but occasionally we need them fresh."

"I'm sure if they're talking about it, it's likely to happen," Rory assured her with reasonable confidence. "Unless some alternative is being floated."

"The sisters are pushing for the garden to be made a place of contemplation." The elven herbalist sighed. "I can't see why it couldn't be both."

"Probably because people who don't know anything about herbs would pick the pretty ones if the space isn't clearly defined," Rory suggested ruefully. "The noble visitors aren't exactly what you'd call considerate."

"That is true, I suppose," Elan said in a regretful tone. "And sharing the space might result in the Chantry sanctioning what we are allowed to grow and use."

"Mmm, they don't really approve of medicine," Rory agreed. The Chantry certainly didn't approve of contraceptives outside the Circles, that was for sure.

"I wanted to ask you something, actually," the elven woman began curiously as they passed through the cloister around the garden. "Why did you confiscate those leeches? Every other healer I've known swears by blood-letting."

Rory grimaced at the memory of the jar filled with blood-suckers that she'd tipped into the waterfall that morning. "The only thing blood-letting does is weaken the patient further," she told Elan. "There's only one situation I can think of where relieving that kind of pressure might help, and no amount of leeches can accomplish what trepanning does in that case."

"Is it true that even medical leeches spread disease?" the herbalist asked. To be honest, the question surprised Rory - she hadn't realized people in Thedas were becoming aware of cross-infection methods. The majority of healers seemed still to rely on the dubious four humors theory, which she knew was absolute codswallop.

"It is very likely they do," she answered her colleague's question easily. "It's not as though you can sterilize a leech. What it picks up from one person's blood, it can easily pass onto the next. Like fleas and lice do."

"And that's why you don't use them?"

"Well, if I'm honest, they also make my skin crawl," Rory admitted sheepishly. "But if they did any good, I'd use them. Luckily for me, they don't."

Elan chuckled, pushing open the door to her workshop - a large chamber that was very crowded these days. "You're too honest for your own good," she smiled, inviting the healer inside.

Oh, I'm really not. "Well, I need people to trust me if they're going to tell me what's bothering them," Rory pointed out with a shrug. "The truth can be hard to hear, but it's better than living a lie you're not even aware of."

"Seen in that light, it makes a kind of sense," Elan agreed, leading the way between work benches stacked high with bubbling glasswork, each potion watched over by her many assistants, Tranquil and otherwise. "You're sure you're happy for me to keep this recipe?"

"You've improved it," Rory reminded her. "It's more yours than it ever was mine. If Granthis complains, he can take it up with me."

"Oh, Master Perivale created it?" The elven woman nodded to herself with a smile. "He mentioned that he knew you."

"He's a friend." A friend that I wrote, but still a friend. "How is he?"

"Still charming his way through the ranks of the Imperial Court," Elan told her in amusement. "There are rumors that even the Empress patronizes him from time to time."

"You know, that really doesn't surprise me," Rory drawled. "No wonder he's on the guest list for the Wintersend Ball."

"Always has his eye on the main chance, that one," Elan agreed sagely, coming to a halt in front of a reasonably clear table, on which stood a small open crate packed with bottles. "Most of this batch has been sent down to the city, as you requested, but this lot should do the fortress for a couple of months."

Rory nodded, silently counting the bottles. Plenty to be going on with. "And what was the new dosage again?" she asked, wanting to confirm that she had it right. It wouldn't do to start overdosing her patients just because the formula had changed.

"Two fingers for a human," the herbalist told her promptly.

"And half that for an elf or dwarf, right?" She nodded again as Elan confirmed she was correct.

"I'd ask them to take the first dose in front of you," the elf added. "If they're already carrying, they'll throw it straight back up again. Because it's so strong now, a pregnant body will reject it totally if it can."

"Good to know." Better than shoving my hand up their hoohar or playing with wee. Rory lifted the crate easily. "Thank you, Elan, this is an enormous help. We'd be lost without you and your team."

"It was an honor to be asked to continue Adan's work," Elan told her simply. "Now go away, I have work to do."

Laughing at this no-nonsense dismissal, Rory obediently took her leave, retracing her steps out of the workshop and back to the lower courtyard with the crate secure in her arms. Cullen's table was gone - he'd finally been set up in the far gatehouse tower as the finishing touches were put to the newly-rebuilt walkway over the lower space. Most of the tents were being cleared, accommodations having been found inside for almost everyone. It would still be some time before Skyhold was fully put to rights, but they were well on their way. Kaaras might even have a room of his own when he got back from the Emerald Graves.

Offering a grin to Evy, who was learning how to shave a man in the afternoon sunshine, Rory ducked into her consultation tent, setting the crate down next to the rest of the immediate treatment potions they held in stock. Pulling her stool up to the makeshift desk, she absently poured a measure of the preventative for herself, swallowing it down as her attention turned to a request for additional trained staff for the infirmary down in the city. She sighed wearily. Who would have thought that the senior healer would have all this admin to do? Her daily duties saw more writing than seeing patients these days. Reaching for her quill, she began to scratch a note to speak to Roderick about it ... and abruptly stilled as a wave of nausea swept through her. It only took a moment for the shock to give way to panic.

"Oh, fuck ..."

Pushing away from the desk, she only just made it to the chamberpot in time, heaving up not only the potion but the remains of her lunch as well. The smell was revolting; if she'd had anything else to throw up, she would have done. Sweaty and shaking, she reached for her ever-present cup of water, washing her mouth out before slowly sipping to calm her roiling stomach.

"Fuck," she said again, with feeling. Her body had certainly rejected the preventative, right enough. But that doesn't necessarily mean what I think it does. Could be anything. Just check it out. It's probably just because you're not use to the brew being this strong, that's all.

Checking the toggles on the tent flap were secured, she found a glass beaker, and set about the business of collecting a urine sample. Thank goodness I'm wearing a dress today, was all she could think as she willed herself to relax. She didn't need much, after all. Just enough to run a test she'd done dozens of times for other women. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but she did manage to produce about an inch, trying not to panic prematurely. Washing her hands, she located the little pot of powdered Amrita Vein, tipping a pinch into the beaker with trembling hands. Now ... stir for one minute.

The act of counting the seconds helped to calm her down. There was no reason to think she might be ... that, not really. Yes, she'd missed the last month at least, but that was nothing new. Her cycle often skipped a month or two when she was under stress, and the journey from Haven had been all kinds of stressful. Not to mention, she and Cullen had been careful not to risk it. All right, so there had been that one time against a tree, but surely not. One mistake in the heat of the moment couldn't possibly have happened at exactly the right time, could it? That would hardly be fair.

The minute up, she looked down at the mixture in the beaker. Who ever said that life was fair?

"Shit."

#set in darkness #multi-chapter fic #mgit #modern girl in thedas #cullen rutherford/original female character #cullen rutherford/rory allen #rory allen #elan ve'mal #morning routine #all companions dai #dai #unplanned pregnancy #bit of a shock #this complicates matters #a chapter with no cullen #i'm shocked at myself

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faerieavalon · 4 years ago

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NPC’s of Skyhold: Seggrit, Elan Ve'mal, Gatsi Sturhald, Threnn, Lace Harding, Minaeve, Viuus Anaxas, Your Trainer, Commander Helaine, Master Dennet.

#dragon age #da:i #dragon age inquisition #da screenshots #my screenshots #dragon age in ultra settings #i am obsessing over textures

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dragonageloree · 4 years ago

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Education

Education in Thedas varies depending on race, culture, and class, and from nation to nation.

Human nations

Andrastian Chantry

The education provided to those of the Chantry appears on par with that of nobles. Templar recruits are literate and are taught history[1] in addition to their martial training and religious education. Only initiates, those who have taken vows to devote their lives to the Chantry, receive an academic education.[2]

Members of the Chantry, by virtue of their responsibilities, are naturally literate and well-read, in the Chant of Light if nothing else.

Local Chantries may also provide some instruction to their followers and allow access to their texts.[3]

Chantry members may also pursue scholarship. Clerics are the true academics of the Chantry, those men and women who have dedicated themselves to the pursuit of knowledge.[2] The most well-known Chantry scholar is Brother Ferdinand Genitivi, lecturer and author of numerous texts and travelogues. Other scholars search for ancient artifacts and scrolls, such as Sister Justine, curator of the Denerim chantry. Justine is also versed in decoding ciphers and encrypted text.

Circle of Magi

The library of Kinloch Hold.

The education of a mage is as extensive as that of a noble, if not more so. Beyond being taught to control their magic, a mage learns of the various schools of magic as well as languages, reading, writing, scrying, healing, etc. A mage's training consists of extensive study of arcane lore.

Much like the Chantry, the Circle of Magi encourages scholarship and publishes the completed research. Examples of this are the botanical writings of Ines and the spirit research of Rhys. Through their education and scholarship, mages are considered some of the most educated members of society and as such may sometimes function as advisers in royal courts.

Circles of Magi have massive libraries and are typically the greatest repositories of knowledge in a given country, though access is naturally limited.

Commoners

Commoners appear to receive little formal education in most countries in Thedas and many may be illiterate. City elves receive even less education than human commoners. As such, dwarven runes may be used in place of writing in some cases.[4] In other instances tally marks may be used to delineate locations or distances.[5]

However, in sharp contrast, those who work as servants in noble estates appear to receive extensive education, at least enough that is sufficient to perform their tasks.[6]

In recent years, Empress Celene Valmont I has been strongly encouraging the University of Orlais to overlook the lack of status and rank for individuals who show prodigious talent or potential which could help further the interests and prestige of the Orlesian Empire, provided a noble sponsors them. Most recently this has even extended to Celene personally interceding in support of an elven math prodigy, Lennan, who was sponsored by Comtesse Helene.[7] Elves are now allowed into the university, although it is common for their work to go unacknowledged and uncredited.[8]

Slaves

Slaves in the Tevinter Imperium are often illiterate[9]; However, some receive formal education and training for specific purposes such as working in libraries, accounting or scribing. Literacy is notable and reflects on a slave's price.[10][11]

To make up for this lack of instruction, Tevinter slaves develop their own pictograms as a way to warn other slaves of things such as a master's temperament and other practical uses related to their society. These symbols go largely unnoticed by their owners and have a local significance, thus the same image might mean different things to different groups.[12]

Fereldan nobility

Among the Fereldan nobility, an education is typically provided by a learned tutor, such as Aldous in the Human Noble Origin. Noble Andrastian families may often have a Chantry Mother as a member of the household to attend to the religious education of the young. Examples of Mothers attached to noble households are Mother Mallol and Mother Ailis of the Cousland and Theirin families respectively.

A major facet of noble education appears to be history, as Aldous drills both the Human Noble and young squires in the household on family history. Reading and writing are naturally part of this education. A noble education does not necessarily make one a strong scholar however, as even King Maric is by his own admission a poor reader.[13] Martial training is also a component of the education of nobility, as nobles are expected by their commoners to defend them and their territories. It is unusual, but not unheard of, for noble daughters to be educated in the ways of war and battle.

Noble education may also include such things as dance and song, as Leliana learned in Lady Cecilie's household.

Noble households may also boast libraries, as Castle Cousland does.

Dwarves

The archives of the Shaperate

Dwarven education in Orzammar appears to be given to those with caste. Little is known of the nuances of dwarven education but it appears that at least part of it, amongst nobles, may be administered by members of the Shaperate.[14] Martial training appears to be a major element of dwarven education in Orzammar, with the best trainers being retained by noble households.

The Shaperate is arguably the largest repository of history and knowledge. Its resources are available to anyone, in order to pursue both personal[15] and professional research. Noble households may also serve as patrons for Shaperate scholars.[16]

However the Shaperate is not the only source of scholarly work in Orzammar. A mining caste dwarf named Grundrak wrote a book named 'On Combustibles and Corrosives' which discusses the use of combustiles and corrosives for best effect and contains the formalae for both the Fire Bomb and Acid Flask. This book was written in the Trade tongue as he was certain that humans needed the advice most of all.[17]

Casteless dwarves

Amongst the casteless there is no formal education; indeed, most casteless dwarves appear to be functionally illiterate.[18] However, noble hunters are literate and highly educated in poetry and other skills in order to make them attractive to noble partners.

Qunari

A Tamassran educating converts

Education amongst the Qunari is administered according to one's role in the rigid society of the Qun. Learning is a core philosophy of the Qunari way of life. In spite of it, many Qunari do not speak the common tongue of Thedas.[19] Amongst Qunari, the tamassrans are arguably the most educated, being fluent in many languages[20] in order to educate, or re-educate, converts to the Qun. Tamassrans raise the young, administer their general education, and evaluate them for placement in society.

Dalish elves

Education among the Dalish appears to be in the main oral,[21] who instruct through the use of lore and storytelling. The Dalish retain their history through oral tradition as well as books in some cases.[22] A clan's First studies lore, magic and history in order to become a successful Keeper.[23] A Keeper is ostensibly a clan's leader and as such is viewed as wise and learned.

Dalish elves hold Arlathvhens in order to reconvene with other clans and to exchange their collected lore.

Known scholars

Chantry-sanctioned

Brother Ferdinand Genitivi[24]

Ines Arancia[24]

Sister Petrine[24]

Sister Lilian Hatch[24]

Sister Oran Petrarchius[25]

Sister Dorcas Guerrin[26]

First Enchanter Josephus[27]

Disapproved by the Chantry

Laudine[28](former Chantry Sister)

Others

Philliam, A Bard![29]

Massache de Jean-Mien[26]

Lady Alcyone[30]

Baron Havard-Pierre D'Amortisan[30]

Ferdinand Pentaghast[31]

Mother Ailis[32]

Frederic of Serault[32]

Stephan d'Eroin

Notable repositories

The Shaperate of Orzammar

The library of Kinloch Hold

Archive of the Crows in Antiva City

The Grand Library of The Winter Palace, Orlais

Vir Dirthara, the Shattered Library, accessible from The Crossroads

The library of Weisshaupt Fortress in the Anderfels[33]

Known universities

University of Orlais[34]

University of Markham[35]

University of Ferelden (If Anora is the sole ruler)[36]

Trivia

Zevran Arainai and other assassins of the Antivan Crows are notably literate,[37] and the Crows maintain their own scholarship in their archive.

Fenris is illiterate as a consequence of his enslavement.[38]

Elan Ve'mal mentions there being a specific college for herbalists.

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loveydoveypiperwright · 6 years ago

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Part One

“‘Tis time to get back to your studies, little man.” Kieran mimicked his mother, passing through Skyhold’s garden. Kieran sat down beside Cylan, who was harvesting plants with Elan Ve'mal.

Cylan continued on with the plant, speaking without looking at his cousin.

“Why 'r you ov'r here? Did she tell ya’ to leave?”

Kieran rolled his eyes, planting his palms in the grass behind him. “I was talking with the Inquisitor! But she butt in!”

Cylan looked up as he spoke, staring at Auntie Morrigan conversing with the tallest woman he’s ever seen in his life.

“The Inquisitor’s som’ kinda monster?”

“No, she’s a Qunari. Not like the other one here though. Qunari are really big and have horns!”

“Oooh, that’s cool. I wan’ horns. Think I can grow 'em?”

Kieran giggled, “I don’t think you can, silly. Most you can do is grow an inch taller!”

“Hey!” Cylan playfully punched his arm. He looked back, and the woman was out of sight.

“Now, now, children.” Elan set a pot in front of Kieran, instructing him how to plant Embrium.

—–

Morrigan patted a bit of the sludge off of Kieran’s face. The kitchen had made a lovely ram and cabbage stew, but it was sure messy.

Cylan had finished well before, fumbling with his Maman’s locket. He clicked it open, staring at the worn images of the two women.

Morrigan watched him as he did, pondering if Leliana knew of his presence here.

Minutes passed, and the three had all finished their supper.

“Kieran, would you please clean these? Cylan and I have business to attend too.”

“Yes, mother.” Kieran got up, carrying the bowls and utensils off towards the well near the stables.

Morrigan beckoned Cylan to follow. He clicked the locket shut, running after her. The two traversed up into the main hall, then off to the right into a tower.

Morrigan kept a steady pace as Cylan intook this part of the fortress. He had hoped to explore it when they arrived earlier, but the size of it all was intimidating.

An elven man at the bottom of the tower had been sitting at his desk, sketching. He stopped for a quick moment, glancing at the elven child. As they went up the steps to the second floor, it felt like every set of eyes were on him. A man with fancy armor and a robed elven lady stared at him as they passed, but they seemed more fixated on his aunt.

Nearing the third floor, over the caws of crows, a set of voices could be heard. Two or three women, maybe.

A golden lady was jotting onto a paper while the armored woman spoke. A hooded woman sat in a desk, her hands ruffled through her hair, chiming in to say something as well, but whatever they were speaking of didn’t seem urgent to Morrigan.

Morrigan approached them, looking like a sore thumb. “Leliana, when do you have any time? There’s something important I must give you.”

The two women stopped, glancing her up and down. They didn’t seem to take notice of Cylan. Leliana looked up at her, pulling her hood off, leaning forward in her chair.

“Lovely to see you again, Morrigan. I hope you’re fitting in well. What is it?”

“'Twould be a good idea to beckon off your colleagues. You’d likely not take this the way you think.”

“No, I’m sure whatever it is will help. You came on your own accord, you must have something valuable.”

“I do have something yes, but this is a matter of someone.”

The armored woman exchanged glances with the golden lady.

“And who would that be?” Leliana repositioned herself in her seat.

Morrigan beckoned for Cylan to come out from behind the travel marker. Cylan came running, standing in front of Morrigan.

Morrigan continued, “Show her your locket, Cylan.”

The ten-year-old clicked it open, facing it towards Leliana.

Leliana’s expression softened, her mouth unhinging slightly. “That’s…” She looked to the child, whose eyes had glazed over.

She smiled to him, her lips quivering, nodding her head. She slumped onto her knees as he ran around the desk. The two embraced, burying into each other’s shoulders.

Leliana looked to the other two women, gesturing with her eyes they should leave. The golden lady turned first, tapping the armored woman to follow. Once they were out of view, Leliana allowed herself weakness.

The two pulled apart. Leliana ran her hands along his arms, smiling at him. “Hello again mon chéri, it’s been a while.”

The boy nodded, tears streaming down his face. “Its been so long, Mama!”

Leliana wiped his cheek with her thumb, “Well,” Her voice cracked ever so slightly, “I’m here now.” They hugged once more. Leliana looked at Morrigan, who nodded to her and left. A number of tears fell from her chin.

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“So darling, why were you with Morrigan? What happened to Maman?”

The child swung his feet from a chair, watching her unlatch her boots, “Maman 'ad to leave a long time ago, f'r some mi'ty quest. She thought Auntie Morri was tha’ best to take m’ in.”

Leliana thought of the letters Ayesleigh had sent her over the years. In fact, there were only seven since Varric’s interrogation.

She remembered unfolding the very letter Ayesleigh had written about her new purpose; the pages were a crinkly yellow, some of the ink blotting the other side of the page. The cure to the Calling, if she could find it. Cylan is in good care, dearest. Both of us are not fit to take care of him for the moment. I hope in due time, when our journies are over, that we may see him again, together. I love you more than all the stars in the sky. Ayesleigh.

That had been a worrisome night. She had known of her wife’s closest contacts, and yet she felt there were a million walls between them and her. Leliana was left in the dark about Cylan for five years.

“Are you okay, Mama?” Cylan had moved from the chair, now tugging at her chainmail.

Leliana broke free of her state, looking down at him. She had begun to remove her gauntlets, but nothing came of it. She smiled at him, “I am fine, darling. It’s time to rest.”

She scooped him up, placing him in her bed. She tucked him in, pulling back the hair covering his forehead, planting a kiss.

“Mama?”

“Yes, darling?”

“When will we see Maman again?”

“Very soon, I hope.”

#leliana #morrigan #kieran #cylan surana #Brooks' Babbling #OC: Ayesleigh Surana #Brooks' OC Bits

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tanaleth · 5 years ago

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I GOT TWO

Well, more than two* now, but it started with Lysette and Adan from Haven. They got a whole fic out of it containing snark, awkward flirting, and a non-negligible number of gardening puns.

(Also Lysette saving his grumpy ass from assorted horrors.)

*Other adoptees include Elan Ve'mal and half the multiplayer characters.

Zoe and I found out the other day that not just one person but SEVERAL PEOPLE stan carroll the templar. You know, the dude you have to negotiate with to take you on the boat to the circle tower in origins? Yeah, I didn’t remember him either. Here’s my theory: no matter their impact, large or impossibly minuscule, every single character in dragon age has at least one devoted fan. Fun game: reblog this post and tag a very minor, inconsequential DA NPC whom you love, especially if it’s a little ridiculous to. Mine is Sigrid Guldsdotten, from the jaws of hakkon dlc? The avvar who exiled herself for refusing to part with her spirit. It got to the point my wife was convinced that Sigrid was like a guest party member because of how much I talked about her lol. So who’s yours? 👀

#I'm a big dork #but I love my minor NPCs #and built my fic universe around them #and quiz became the background character #dragon age

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Skyhold Conversation

Elan Ve'Mal

Skyhold Masterpost

Elan: Inquisitor. Elan Ve’mal. Honored to represent the college of herbalists and offer my services as apothecary.

Adan died Elan: I intend to carry on the work of my esteemed colleague, Adan. He thought highly of you. He will be missed.

Adan alive Elan: My colleague Adan was clear about the worth of your cause. I look forward to assisting him.

Dialogue options:

General (Adan alive): Did we need a replacement? [1]

General (Adan died): His loss was unfortunate. [2]

General: He thought highly of me? [3]

General: Welcome aboard. [4]

1 - General: Did we need a replacement? PC: I wasn’t aware we had requested a replacement for him. Elan: Not a replacement. Assistance. With recent… escalations, he asked for help so he could spend his time gathering resources. Which means: the old tosser wanted some garden time. [5]

2 - General: His loss was unfortunate. PC: The enemy took a toll at Haven. It’s an unfortunate loss. Elan: He’d probably sneer at the sentiment and say “get back to work.” So we shall. [5]

3 - General: He thought highly of me? PC: He didn’t seem all that friendly toward me. Elan: A sign of his respect. Smiles are saved for fools so they leave quickly. [5]

4 - General: Welcome aboard. PC: I look forward to working with you. Elan: And I you. I wasn’t sure what to think of you people, but recent events have put those doubts to bed. [5]

5 - Scene continues.

Elan: All the mundane needs of Skyhold will be well tended. If you note anything special, let me know. I’m here to serve the cause we must.

The PC speaks to her again.

Elan: Inquisitor. Elan: Your Worship. Elan: I am at your service.

6 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Where did you study? [7]

Investigate: How are we stocked? [8]

Investigate: Will your college help us? [9]

Investigate: You’re a city elf? [10]

General: Goodbye. [11]

7 - Investigate: Where did you study? PC: Where did you receive your training? Elan: I studied with Adan after he left the service of the King of Ferelden. Well, when the king was no longer there to serve. Our college of associates tends to meet informally. I’ve since been fortunate enough to serve various heads of state. They’re all as good as another, truth be told. My skills and contacts are better suited to more imminent need. [back to 6]

8 - Investigate: How are we stocked? PC: What is your evaluation of our supplies?

Skyhold not repaired Elan: Threadbare, but that will change. This place has, as they say, bones. [back to 6]

First set of repairs (leaving and returning to Skyhold) Elan: We are well supplied, and I foresee only better to come. [back to 6]

Final set of repairs (completing HLtA or WEWH) Elan: We are groaning with resources. A reflection of your competence and inspiration. [back to 6]

9 - Investigate: Will your college help us? PC: Are there others who could come to Skyhold? Elan: They are helping now. I have contacted many of our finest, and their influence is not inconsequential. They are not, shall we say, prone to take the field, but we will be well supplied. [back to 6]

10 - Investigate: You’re a city elf? PC: I take it you’re a city elf, not Dalish. Elan: It’s… not a useful identifier. I am an elf. I was raised away from the Dalish. No, I do not know their customs. [back to 6]

Elan (Dalish PC): I’m sure that much was immediately obvious. It’s of little concern. Elan (non-Dalish PC): Perhaps that wasn’t immediately obvious. It’s of little concern.

Elan: I have skill enough to be evaluated by what I can do. My associates appreciate my work. [back to 6]

11 - General: Goodbye. PC: As you were. Elan: Of course, Inquisitor.

After completing HLtA or WEWH Elan: There is a problem that needs your attention, Inquisitor.

Activates War Table: Harvest of History

Upon completion Elan: Good, Inquisitor. I am glad the issue has been resolved.

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