#i checked multiple qunari too

[bosspigeon]

something i think is very funny about veilguard is the black sclera FINALLY being an option now

i know i was pretty fuckin loud about qunari/vashoth NEEDING to have black sclera back in the day (it sets them apart a bit more as something more than just "taller humans with horns) , and i still stand by that, tbh, but upon playing da2 (the game with the first Solid Qunari "design"--even if it was like three models reused ad infinitum) for the first time in several years on a bigger screen and higher definition, i've come to a realization

i don't think the qunari actually ever had black sclera, i think their eyes were just so deep-set and shadowed by their brow (because THE HORNS FOLLOW THE BROWBONE, VEILGUARD!!!!) that it just looked like the da2 qunari's sclera were black!

so, we were wrong the entire time

but i WILL keep doing it regardless😤

[dragonagegayz]

I Got The Lights In My Eyes (And I'm Falling For You)

Rating: Explicit

Game: Dragon Age The Veilguard

Pairing: Emmrich x Rook, Emmrook, Emmrich x Trans! Male Rook, Emmrich x Mourn Watch Rook

Word Count: 12232 (I'm so sorry)

Summary: Oz and Emmrich have a nice domestic conversation about grave gold and desire demons.

Now what if the two were combined?

Well, even the mighty Emmrich Volkarin can lose his mind.

Prompt: Grave Gold/Body Paint Fuck

Title: Lessons In Love (All Day, All Night) by Neon Trees

NSFW Tags: Veginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Oral Sex, Face Fucking, Body Paint, Nipple Play, Nipple Piercing, Genital Piercing, Multiple Orgasms

     Things had truly been wonderful since Emmrich and Rook went to the memorial gardens together. Well also everything that had happened before, that night spent together was something the older man found himself thinking about a lot after all. The marks on his body were still not completely faded and some mornings when he had the time, he’d run his fingers across them, into them to just get flashes on that night again. But beyond that, that time they shared in the gardens, where even after everything, Emmrich feared rejection only to be proven wrong as Oz, leaned against the lover’s grave, and pulled him down so their lips would meet. The look they shared was one of absolute romance, how the young man’s eyes shined with the magic reflected in them, how stunning he had looked as they shared more kisses down the necks of each other only to have to cut themselves off at the sound of their companion coming to search for them, wondering what was taking such a long time. Their final looked they shared, where Oz leaned down and purred into the man’s ear how ‘They must find more time alone together and soon’ Well, Emmrich was smitten and horny as hell, to say the least.

     Ever since then, the two had practically been attached at the hip, well as much as they could be with everything going on. The qunari was still running around the Lighthouse most of the time, checking in on others, and writing missives to leaders of the factions but any free time he had, he would be at the necromancer’s side. It was a bit of a head rush, to see Oz standing close by, sometimes just smiling down at him as he watched whatever the older man was doing, as if his presence was all the younger man needed to feel joy. Then, to also be the one who won this, not that the other Mourn Watcher was a prize to be fought over but, well it felt a bit like winning with the qunari always there, always smiling at him. There were the jealous looks shot the older man’s way, how he would catch the eyes of the other companions lingering on them for just a second too long. Emmrich couldn’t lie and say he didn’t bask in those moments either. He was always sure to lean that little bit closer to Rook, to let a finger slide down his lover’s arm and intertwine their hands just to share a quick squeeze before pulling away to return to the more appropriate way they had been. The sly grins that would appear on the younger man’s face were telling, he definitely knew what the other man was doing but Emmrich never got the command to stop so he didn’t.

     But yes, the two were together whenever possible hence why Oz was there with him during the older necromancer’s turn to cook, leaning against the counter with a honey stick in hand and making rather lewd sounds (probably on purpose, trying to distract the senior mage from his duties but last time that happened well, they heard the wrath of Bellara and Lucanis still to this day) which Emmrich desperately tried to ignore. It was hard though, considering the way the warrior was particularly talented with that ridiculous tongue of his. The mage tried to keep his eyes trained on the boiling pot of water in front of him but it was hard, with the younger man’s nearly hulking presence next to him. He cleared his throat, picking up a spoon to measure the salt he needed to add to the water.

     “You said you were working on your collection of grave gold?” He aimed for cool, to seem unaffected by the presence next to him. The necromancer honestly wasn’t sure he achieved it but the sudden pop of the honey stick from Oz’s mouth at least said he had gotten his attention. “Just a little. You know how it is, trying to find those pieces for eternity,” There was a little bit of shifting from the younger man as he spoke, getting that little bit closer to the other Watcher which made the older man smile with a grin that he knew must have made him look like a fool but they were alone, it was only for Rook to see. “I understand, it took me quite some time to find my pieces as well,” Years actually, meticulous planning and decisions. His first had been an inheritance from his father, all those years ago. He swallowed down on the nasty thought of ‘Oz wasn’t even alive then’.

     “They must speak to you, I feel. That feeling of awe should never go away when you look at them,” Emmrich explained, reaching for the homemade noodles Lucanis had gotten for dinner as he gently poured them into the pot, slow and careful to avoid splashing any of the hot water. He heard the qunari give a hum of approval. “True, if they’re gonna follow you into death, they should at least be something you find beautiful, stunning,” Oz reasoned, reaching to grab for the empty bag now in the older man’s hands and throwing it to the reuse pile in the corner of the kitchen with a quiet ‘Thank you’ muttered from the older man.

     “Precisely,” He affirmed back. The senior mage flashed a smile to the younger man. “So, you said you had a few of your own?” It was a no-pressure ask, one that could be easily shrugged away were the qunari not wanting to answer it, not everyone wished to speak of such things. Some people found it a personal question, a deeply personal ask. Oz, however, smiled, one of those damn shining ones and Emmrich felt his heart give a hard thump at the sight of it. “Just four, one piece from each of the parents and one from Lady Ingellvar. I haven’t really worn them since I left Nevarra though,” A frown played on the warrior’s lips briefly. “Oh?” It was a soft question from the senior necromancer, another one that didn’t need to be answered yet the other man did anyway. “I already get a lot of looks in the world, seeing you know,” Rook gestured to his body. “I can’t deny it made me a bit self-conscious, and the grave gold got me a lot of uh,” An eye roll came. “Comments,” Emmrich gave a disgusted snort, his grip on the spoon he had tightening. “Fools,” He spat out which he heard his lover hum at. “I agree, I think I want to start wearing them again,” The qunari slid in a little closer, arm coming to rest on the older man’s waist, giving it a hearty squeeze. “It’ll be nice to have someone else also wearing theirs, not being the only one anymore,” Oz’s voice was light, teasing. “Plus you look radiant in yours,” The necromancer felt his cheeks burn at the compliment, clearing his throat to cover the indignant squeak he wanted to give as he felt the younger man’s hand travel just a little further down. He squirmed a little and felt more than heard the younger man’s chuckle as he pulled away, returning his attention to the honey stick.

     “What were the pieces, if you don’t mind me asking,” Emmrich eventually was able to ask, after having to breathe a few times to control his blood trying oh so desperately to rush south but he knew the others would kill him if he were to brush off his cooking duties, again. There was a particularly loud suck, one that the necromancer had to close his eyes at and bite the inner part of his cheek at. “Well, my Vater Fim, he gave me his mother’s gold grave, a ring. It was one of the few pieces he got to keep after she was killed and he had told me he always wanted to give it to his child one day,” A smile played on the warrior’s lips, as he tilted his head. “Though I had to get it refitted after I basically quadrupled in size after puberty,” His laugh was light and easy, one filled with memory and the older mage found himself also chuckling. “Another is an earring from my Papa Zevran, I always heard from them growing up about their love story and this special earring he had given my Vater so when he asked me what I might want I said the earring. It’s a different set but he gave the other to Sten, so we all have matching ones,” Emmrich nodded as he listed, a smile playing on his own lips as he continued to stir the noodles, slow enough so splashing water wouldn’t cover his lover’s voice. “And Sten gave me the pommel of his sword,” The older man’s brow furrowed as he glanced over to the warrior who was trying his best to keep in laughter it seemed. “I don’t think he quite got what the grave gold was when my Vater explained it to him, but I think it was a sweet gesture. I had it turned into a necklace,” There was a fondness in his voice as his eyes grew a little distant, a little melancholy. It lingered for a moment, as the necromancer watched his smile drop just a bit and it seemed as if there was a thick sadness hidden within the younger man. Before he could say anything though, Oz’s face was wiped clean of the look and a smile was in its place. “Then Lady Ingellvar gave me one of her family bangles after adopting me into her family,”

     Emmrich wanted to ask if he was ok, wanted to check in on his lover from that strange moment of sadness but considering the way he so quickly changed from it, so easily brushed it away it seemed whatever it was, it was a sore subject. He decided to simply put it to the side, something to be discussed later, maybe over a cup of tea on a calm late night. If they ever would get one of those.

     “A fine start of a collection, I would be honored if you would like to share those pieces with me,” The older man said, taking a few moments to lean over to his lover, to place a kiss on the shoulder he could reach without staining to far up. It was still a bit strange, getting used to a lover who was that much taller than him, not something he had ever dealt with before but it wasn’t a bad thing, not at all. “Of course Emm, I’d love to show you them,” He felt lips press against his temple and Emmrich couldn’t help but beam under the attention, pulling back to refocus on the pasta.

     The two fell into silence for a time, Oz watching Emmrich cook while the senior mage moved with as much grace as he could while under the gaze of his lover. It was nice, to just be in each other’s presence, even with no words being exchanged. There was just something about the qunari’s presence, the comfort he somehow always seemed to carry with him that filled up rooms and eased the tensions from people’s shoulders. It was like magic, the power to calm people with just a wide smile, a quick wink, a full laugh. And he was all Emmrich’s, and Emmrich was all his. What luck he had, to be blessed with this relationship.

     Though he should have figured Rook was going to find a way to turn the conversation to the… dirty.

     “Though I do have an idea a set I’d love to get for my grave gold though,” His voice was low, rumbling and the necromancer should have known something was up but he didn’t even think about it as he hummed. “Oh? What would that be darling?” Were he looking over at his lover, he would have caught the deep grin that was playing on his face but he found himself preoccupied with finding the right seasonings to notice. “Well, you know desire demons?” That caught the older mna’s attention but he shot a quick, light but still disapproved look to the younger man who raised his hands with a shake of his head. “Sorry, sorry, desire spirit,” Emmrich gave a smile at the correction, nodding in understanding. “Yes, of course. What about them?” He asked, reaching for the flour to get started on the sauce. A rich chuckle came from the warrior and oh how it slid down the mage’s spine. He had to bit down on his lip to try to ignore the heated sensation. “I find their outfits rather stunning and was thinking…” Oz trailed off, words sung into a light swing as there was an implication under his voice. It took a second for the senior necromancer to understand what exactly he was implying when…

OH!

Oh.

Oh…

“Oz!”

     A loud laugh echoed through the dining hall as the younger man’s shoulders shook with it while poor Emmrich felt his face explode in a flurry of red. He squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to block out the image in his mind that very much wanted to be there. Arms wrapped around his hips, the qunari’s face pressed into his neck as a trail of set kisses down his neck. “What? Too much?” He teased. Emmrich could feel that damn smirk on his skin, it took a light yet surprising bite just above his collar to finally get him to sputter out words. “It’s- You-, I-” The words couldn’t through, he could only fumble with them uselessly as he desperately tried not to picture Rook in the get-up he was referring to. In the gold bands tight around the warrior’s thick biceps, that bare minimum cloth sitting low on that waist of his, probably too low considering it was Oz. Then those damn nipple covers, the ones with the gold chain connecting them, sitting nice and pretty on the grey skin of the younger man, fitting so perfectly against the scars carved into his skin. Would he let Emmrich touch it all? Maybe instead of covers, the qunari would do clamps, or even piercings instead, so the senior mage would be able to pull and tug on the connecting chain, wisps what he wouldn’t give to see the man’s reaction to that. Taunt back, eyes wide, lips shining with spit, and eyes blown open in ecstasy.

     Oh, this was dangerous.

     “You seem pretty interested in the idea Emm, if your blush is anything to go back,” The words are spoken low in his ears, as the hands on his hips began to slowly start to go down, to go to the front of his pants. Emmrich swallowed.

     “Is there something else that-”

     “Listen, I do not care what you two do in your free time but Rook, stop distracting Emmrich or none of us are eating tonight,”

     The two startled away from each other, Oz much cooler than the older necromancer as he just pulled away while Emmrich gave a bit of a gasp and nearly tipped the flour from the counter. Thankfully, the qunari was able to grab it before there was any threat of spilling. They both looked over their shoulder to the pantry, where Lucanis had just emerged with a cup in hand, hair rumpled and a rather grumpy expression on his face. The younger man gave a hearty laugh, spinning back around to have his back leaning against the counter again and grabbing for the honey stick he had set aside. “Sorry Lucanis but can you blame me? I can’t be expected to be on my best behavior when I have all this in front of me,” Once again, the mage found his face exploding into a flurry of red and heat as the warrior gestured to him, giving his body a very thorough once over. The damn bastard even had the audacity to lick his lips! “And I am so very glad for you two, but I want to eat and I am not dealing with Taash if there is no dinner ready,” The Crow snapped playfully, shaking his head at the two Mourn Watchers before getting his cup taken from his hands by the qunari who went to fill it up for him. “Psh, I would still make sure there was dinner on the table! I can be quick you know,” Emmrich didn't have to look at the younger man to know he had given a wink and he couldn’t help the accosting “Oz!” He once again gave as the younger man just threw his head back and laughed so loud the whole of Thedas must have heard it.

     He couldn’t help but agree when he heard a ‘Merida’ come from the other man.

     It was a few days later, and Emmrich had nearly forgotten about the whole interaction.

     He had just finished up writing his missives to his fellow professors, letting them know of the spirits the Veilgaurd crew had been taking care of all around Thedas and how once everything was over, they must start compelling research on how the different areas affected them. There was that academic excitement in his veins and he couldn’t deny a desire to share it with someone, and he knew just who would be willing to listen. The mage made sure to catch his reflection in the mirror, combing his hair back, straightening his collar and sleeves with a quick pull down of his vest. He looked the picture of refinement, a good picture of a man of his age. Much better than the desperate mess he had been the last months. A frown tugged at his lips but he shook his head away of it, he refused to let any negative thoughts ruin his evening of getting to be with Oz. He had waited all this time to get here, nothing would get in the way.

     With a purposeful pep to his step, Emmrich headed out to his lover’s room. His strides were heavy, excited even. He couldn’t deny the thought of, if the qunari’s room was further from his, would the other companions catch him walking there, would they all get jealous of the necromancer’ relationship with their leader, how he was the one who got to be with Oz? Smuggness was unbecoming but he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face at the thought. He just felt so lucky, so honored to be the one picked, Oz’s favorite as it were. His head was held high as he got to the warrior’s door, a steady knock and a clearing of his throat.

     “Darling? Are you busy? I just wanted to discuss some of the ongoings of the Necroplis with you,”

     There was some shuffling around, the sound of chains upon themselves clicking together and a giggle from the qunari.

     “Come on in Emm, just messing with some of my grave gold,”

     Excitement rushed through the older man as he opened the door. “Ah my dear I am so glad you got your pieces! Is that what-”

     The man just barely closed the door behind him before he looked to the right and caught a glimpse of the qunari, his throat tightened instantly at what he saw.

     There was Oz, back pressed against his wardrobe in an innocent pose. As if he wasn’t wearing the most scandalous set of “clothes” Emmrich had ever seen. They were glittering gold chains, draped across the younger man’s body every which way, his chest pecie rested across each one of his ribs each with glittering gems dotted among them. He had a chained choker on as well, wrapped around his thick neck. Rounds and rounds of chain just tight around him. Chains also wrapped around his arms, obviously particularly strained around those damn biceps, especially with how the man had his arms behind his back, almost like he was trying to emphasize their size. Down his legs were also those chains, a cloth just barely covering his front area, probably just barely covering his ass too, were he to bend over everything would show. A quick glance to his face and Emmrich found himself swallowing again, that fucking smile on the qunari’s face was such a tease, such a way to provoke. But there was more there, earrings set across his ears, a mix of gold hoops up the cartilage, and two different sets in each lobe. There were also piercings in the sharp nose of his lover, one nostril had a hoop while the other had a stud. A few even adored his lips, somehow making that smile just that much more sinister. There was also gold paint across each and every one of Rook’s scars, just a thin lining but it still seemed to glitter somehow. It matched the man’s makeup, a thin eyeliner, mascara and lipstick all made of gold, just enough that from a distant it wouldn’t be noticeable but where the older man stood, he could see it clear as day.

     Then he glimpsed down again and nearly choked.

     There was a chain across his nipples.

     There was a bar holding them in place.

     They had been pierced.

     “How…” He found himself choking out.

     Oz looked down at them, the bastard even swung them a little. “I have a friend back home who’s a piercer. I’ve gotten them done a few times and I got them healed up before leaving with Varric. They do this kind of rapid healing treatment with them, I got them done the last time we went home, kept them hidden for the surprise,” He looked up, a dark tint to his eyes. “Do you like them?”

     Emmrich didn’t dignify the teasing with a response, he just rushed forward, mouth starting to water before he grabbed ahold of the young man’s face and pulled him down, smashing their lips together. Both men let out a filthy sound when their lips met, a shudder going through the older man as he tasted that gold upon his tongue when he swiped his tongue on the younger Mourn Watcher’s bottom lips. It was sweet on in his mouth and the flavor was only accentuated with the opening of the qunari’s mouth. Tongues met and with a start, the senior mage realized there was another ball of metal in the younger’s mouth, center of his tongue. He reluctantly pulled away, desperate to see this piercing as well much to the whining disappointment of Rook. One of the necromancer’s hands moved from where it was cupping his jaw to let his thumb dig into the man’s mouth, fingers resting against his molars as he pushed it down. Oz was quick to accommodate, mouth falling open and tongue sliding out. The ball was small but also gold, placed so perfectly on the man’s pink tongue. Emmrich stared, letting his thumb drift to it and very gently brush against it. A breathy moan came from the qunari, the hot air of it playing against the thumb of the older man. He looked up so their eyes would meet.

     A flush played on the younger Watcher’s nose and ears, his cheeks just barely dusted with it and his eyes were big, needy.

     Yet he still had the control to wink, to lift the side of his lips just a tad up.

     A smirk, a challenge, a slut.

     With a ‘Humph!’ Emmrich pulled his finger out, once again grabbing the man’s jaw and bringing their mouths together as he whole took the other’s tongue into his mouth. He sucked, viciously and unrelenting which was loved by the other if the responding moan that shook his the older man’s mouth was anything to go by. He dragged the younger man with him, clumsily guiding and spinning him to the couch the qunari insisted on sleeping on before he pushed, making the warrior fall to the pouch with a slight ‘Umph!’. The smile never left the Watcher as he looked up at his older lover, his chest heaving up and down with effort. The two stared each other up and down for a moment. When Oz’s eyes looked down, his eyebrow raised up before he looked back up. Emmrich could feel the blood pumping to his cock, the way it pressed insistently against his fly with the need to be released.

     “I take it you like my grave gold?” The damnable qunari dared to ask.

     The growl Emmrich made was near inhuman as he climbed onto the lap of his younger lover, going to the man’s lips but changing his angle at the last moment to instead go for his neck, uncaring as he bit down with force. Oz arched up, just barely being contained by the older Mourn Watcher’s body weight as hands came to wrap around his thighs. “Fuck Emm,” He moaned out, head tilting to the side to give the man more room to work with. And did the mage take the room and run with it. He was ruthless with his bites, making sure each was deep enough that there would be a mark left over, making sure they would purple against the grey skin, wanting nothing more than for everyone to see it. He tightened his hands too, making sure as they dug into the younger’s shoulder so there would be crescent little bruises there too.

     A jolt of the hips came under him and he had to pull away slightly to let out a groan as the other’s crotch pressed against his hard cock, only making it beg more for freedom. “C’mon professor, give me what I want,” It was begging, despite the way Oz tried to make his voice a sultry, low tone. Emmrich could hear the desperation under its tone, feeling the way those hands on his thighs tried to wander down to undo his pants. It would be easy to give into the tease, to let the other man have his way as dirty old Volkarin ravaged him like a savage but something in the teasing look sent his way made him pause.

     Maybe giving into himself would be good. Not maybe, it absolutely will be good but of course, the younger man had to add his title to the teasing. Refined z professor Volkarin, reduced to nothing but a horny, desperate mess but maybe he could control it for a moment. It took a a few deep breaths, a few calming words in his mind to make him lean back just that bit further, and look down his nose at the qunari. There was a confused look on the other’s face, a moment of concern but it fell away as their eyes met. The older Watcher let his own smile grow on his face, his own cheeky grin come.

     Emmrich was quick to grab his wrists and pin them to each side of the younger man’s shoulders, tight against the back of the couch. The wide eyes, lust blown look he got would be seared into his mind for the rest of the older Watcher’s life, he was sure of it. “A slut like you doesn’t deserve what you want, ask me nicely and maybe you’ll get it, my dear,” He keeps his voice low, it’s a growl from the amount of pleasure driving him mad right now but the shudder and squeaked out moan he got in response tells him it is good. Oz looks up at him, wiggles his hips as much as he can giving a groan as their crotches once again rub together. “Why do all that when you can have me now Emmrich, you know I don’t give in so easily,” The words were a tease but they were tense, tight as they were spoken. A glimpse in the younger man’s eyes told him those words weren’t as true as the younger man claimed. He also didn’t miss the way they darkened just that bit more when he was insulted.

     The older man laughed deeply, as he leaned in again, this time to the tip of Oz’s pointed ear. He gave it a tentative lick, slow and soft but still, there was a whine given to him so freely from the other. “I don’t think it is I who we need to worry about giving in darling,” He pushed his own hips back down, the sound he got in response was sweet, loud and oh so desperate. “You must be dripping under that pitiful excuse for a covering, it must be getting all over the couch,” He taunted, sure to emphasize each point with another deep roll of his hard cock, pressed against the warmth of his lover. Oz’s hands flexed under his, grabbing around nothing as the whine that left the qunari echoed throughout the room. “Can’t blame me, I was already hot when you came knocking,” He accused, head tilting up in search of a kiss which Emmrich couldn’t deny, letting their tongues tangle again as they shared moans. Each sound was swallowed by the older man, each a sweet taste in his throat. He pulled away with a nip to the younger’s lip, that tiny bit of gold tingling his tongue. “Oh, why is that my dear?” The words were mumbled, the vibration of them pressed against the qunari’s skin as he let himself trail more kisses down the man’s body, trying his best not to smudge the glorious gold paint that adorned his body. He hoped though that some of it was stuck to his lips.

     “I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation in the kitchen,” Oz mused, body relaxing a little under the soft pressure of Emmrich’s kisses, “The way your face turned red, how bright your ears were and-Ah!” He cut himself off as he gasped. The older Watcher could feel his annoyed eyes on him as he unlatched his teeth from where he had bit down, leaning back. little to admire the indentation of his teeth. “Well, you were rather shameless,” Emmrich teased. A playful scoff came from his lover as he raised his head up and away from the older man. “Me? Shameless? I would never,” The warrior taunted, an eye opening to look at the reaction of the older man who could only laugh and roll his eyes with a shake of his head. “Never you my darling, never,” He answered, leaning down to place a kiss on the corner of his young lover’s mouth. “But I just kept remembering that look in your eyes, it was…” Oz stuttered for a moment, his breath hitching as his eyes closed again. “It was fucking hot,”

     Emmrich let himself give a pleased sigh. “Can you blame me? The image was very alluring and…” He leaned back, letting his eyes roam the various chains sitting on the younger Watcher’s skin, lingering just that little longer on the nipple piercings. “This is far better than anything I could have ever pictured,” Rook’s eyes widened just a little, his mouth briefly falling open to a ‘O’ before that salacious smile returned to his lips. “Well, if that is so don’t you just want to…” Another wiggle of those hips, this time it was more desperate, more trying despite the entire weight of Emmrich weighing down on them. The older Mourn Watcher hummed, nodding as he did so. “I could, couldn’t I?” The necromancer teased, very slowly loosening his grip on the other’s wrist, watching as the excitement began to build even more in the eyes of the younger man, his grin growing wide.

     Then, Emmrich tightened his hold again before diving down, attacking the qunari’s nipple with such vigor the man actually yelped in surprise. “Emm!”His voice was strained, moans coming immediately after as the older mage started to suck on the one in his mouth. The gold tasted sweet on his tongue as he played with it, switching from harsh sucks to running his tongue around the circle of it. He felt the other try to move his hands, try very weakly to loosen the hands gripped around them but it was pointless, the older Mourn Watcher was sure to keep his hands locked tight around them. More moans echoed out into the room, Emmrich knew they definitely could be heard by the rest of the Lighthouse with how shamelessly loud the qunari was being, obviously not caring at all who heard them. Let them hear, let them realize what they are missing out on. The loudest sound yet was a sharp, sudden gasp as the older man bit down on the nipple, giving his own sound of satisfaction as he pulled away slightly, looking down at his work with a smile. He was sure to give it a blow of air, getting one of those wonderful whines from the younger before he switched to the other calling his name, giving it the same attention as he had the first.

     The sounds from Oz were so sweet, so desperate and needy. Mumbles of the older man’s name, pleas of unknown asks, and just so many moans. If Emmrich could hear those for the rest of his days, nothing but those, he would be a happy, happy man. He gives the nipple that last bite before pulling away, looking down at his work. They shined with spit, and the poor qunari was heaving with so much effort, the shine of tears in his eyes which made the older man pause for a moment, letting his hands loosen as he leaned down, pressing their foreheads together. “Is it too much darling, do I need to slow down or stop?” A whine was the response he got. “Don’t you dare,” Rook whispered harshly, eyes shining up at his lover. “You and your damn talented mouth is just too fucking good,” He muttered, eyes shutting tight to let the tears sitting there shed down. It took little of the gold makeup with it. Emmrich’s heart thumped in his chest as he watched it do down, watch it smeared.

     He needed the rest to run, he needed Oz to be wrecked.

     “Ask me to touch you, darling,” He demanded, retightening the handle he had on the younger Watcher’s wrists. “Beg me to touch, tell me where you want me to touch, tell me exactly where you need it,” The qunari’s eyes shot back open at the words, he bit down on his lower lips the contrast of his white teeth and gold lips, such a stunning combination. “H-how easily you fall t-to a d-desire demon, p-professor,” It was a weak taunt, but one nonetheless. Emmrich smiled as he rocked his hips forward, leaning down to swallow the moans from his young lover. He lifted back just little, avoiding Oz’s attempt to get them to kiss again. “Can you blame me? This particular demon has haunted my dreams for so long, I was never good at denying him before,” He whispers against the lips of the younger Mourn Watcher, smiling as his lover tries so desperately to get their lips to meet. “Then why are you denying him now?” Rook whines out, giving a frustrated sound as his lover continued to avoid his lips.

     “I want to hear him beg to be fucked,”

     Much to the older man’s surprise, he watched as the man under him tightened at his words, his back arching as much as it could as he gave a near shout as his head was thrown back, the broken parts of his horns hitting against the back of the couch. His eyes were squeezed shut as his breath was rapid, fast and unruly. His hands were tight in Emmrich’s grip, clenched into fists before they loosened quickly, along with the rest of his body. He sank back into the couch, a dopey grin on his face and this desperate attempt to get air into his lungs. The older Watcher gave him the few minutes he seemed to need to recuperate and when the younger’s eyes opened, the smile on his lips only grew wider. “Damn Emm, nothing but your words and I’m cumming, what a talent,” His words were a little slurred, a little exhausted but happy, pleased like a cat’s purr. The older man had to smile at his lover as he let their lips finally meet. “I’m glad I have such an effect on you, darling,” Oz laughed at his words, pushing up for another kiss that Emmrich was more than glad to return. When they pulled away, the older man took it as a cue to climb off the larger man’s lap. Before he could get too far though, legs wrapped around him and pulled him back close.

     “Aren’t you going to fuck me?” Rook asked in a pleasing tone, eyes big as he looked up at the man. A shudder went through Emmrich and he had to close his eyes for a moment to regain control of himself. His hands twitched with desire, a need to rip the cloth covering his lover and just go at him but he still needed something before they could. A calming breath and he reopened his eyes, looking down at the younger man who was wiggling his hips so they were tilted up just that little bit, just enough that if they were both nude, Emmrich would have been able to slide right in. His cock gave a throb at the idea. “Are you going to beg?” He asked back, letting a grin fall on his lips at the desperate whine his lover let out, how he threw his head back in frustration. “You cruel bastard,” Oz muttered, trying his best to rub his hips against the bulge in the other Watcher’s pants but the necromancer pulled his hips away, just managing to avoid the insistent press to his dick. It was maddening, being so close and not letting himself have this, especially since they hadn’t done this yet but he wanted, no needed to hear this man beg again. Those sweet sounds from their first time together still played in his head and he needed more to have.

     It took a few minutes, a few attempts of the qunari trying desperately to get their hips to meet but the older mage always managed to get away, always just that little bit out of reach. There was more desperation with every pass, more frustrated and annoyed groans and whines coming from the younger man but Emmrich stood his ground. Eventually, the man under him let out an exasperated moan, his eyes squeezed shut very tight before he opened them again. The lust had them blown wide, pupils taking over all of the color of his eyes, black for the right and blinded white for the left.

     “Please, please fuck my cunt, Emmrich, I need your cock in me,” The bastard smiled. “Please give into your desire, make me a happy demon and fuck me so good,”

     Well, if there was something that could break any strong person, it was those damn words spoken from the mouth of Oz “Rook” Surana- Aranini Ingellvar with eyes so wide, so horny, and just so, so desperate. Emmrich was proud to have lasted for as long as he had, especially with the way the damn gorgeous qunari was drapped on the couch, legs wrapped around his waist only trying to pull him in tighter and dressed like a gods damned desire demon. His grave gold, the outfit he was to wear into eternity. It made the older man water at the mouth, his body twitching with force at a feeble attempt to contain himself.

     Fuck it.

     With a deep-chested growl, the necromancer grabbed for the barely passable cover on the younger man’s crotch and tore it to the side, thrown somewhere to the side without much care. The gasp that left Rook was sweet, so pleased and there was even a giggle that followed it, with the damn qunari biting his bottom lip to contain himself. Emmrich went in, practically smashing their lips together and breathing in each other’s mouths, with desperation unbecoming of a professor. That thought made his heart pound heavy in his chest.

     He let his fingers travel down the body of his lover, basking in the sensitive sounds being pressed into his mouth and the jumps he felt under his fingers, how responsive the qunari was, how reactive. He was sure to tug the chain that laid between his nipples a few times, consuming the sounds playing in his mouth as he did so. His fingers brushed back the wirey hair on the qunari’s mound, pausing a moment to give the hair a rough tug, smiling into the kisses at the luxurious cry that played on his lips. He was kind enough to leave it alone after the one pull, too eager to get his fingers where he wanted far much more. The senior mage went lower, ready for his fingers to be on the treasure trove that waited below for him but he froze at the first feeling of something hard, a sort of ring, heated metal surrounded by the warmth of Oz’s pussy. His eyes shot open, pulling away that little bit and he didn’t miss the way the younger man’s eyes shined. Those eyes glanced down and then straight back up into the eyes of the older Watcher, a quirk of his swollen lip to the side. Oh how Emmrich wanted to shove his cock in between the warrior’s lips, wipe that smirk away with his length just ramming in his throat over and over again, watch the makeup and body paint smear away from tears, spit and cum.

     Something to remember for later.

     Instead, he followed the path of muscle down with kisses, basking in the feeling of those chains against his lips, the salty sweat that coated his lover’s body and the texture of scars with body paint sticky on his mouth. With a quick glance up he could see on the bare skin his lips had met, there was a slight shine to the prints we left. Some of the most wonderful marks he could have ever left on this gorgeous qunari, what he wouldn’t give to parade the younger man around after, to show off just what he was getting behind the closed door. How talented Emmrich was at contrasting treatment, with those harsh love bites starting to purple and those gentle outlines of gold kisses dotting down his long body. When he got to the man’s mound, he pulled away much to the whine of Rook but the older Mourn Watcher found he couldn’t think anymore as his brain crashed out.

     Oz’s elongated, clit twitched under his eyes, it seemed to be throbbing with need but that wasn’t what had Emmrich speechless, although it was a prize on its own. No, there was something more there, a true gift of another pricing. This was at the top of his clit with a sung gold ring looped under the skin where it sat perfectly framing the base of his dick. His mouth watered at the sight, at the contrasting gold that shined where it sat. It was taunting, it was begging to be sucked and licked, to be laved in attention by Emmrich’s tongue. With a sudden burst of energy, the necromancer grabbed his lover’s long legs and threw up to sit on his shoulders, basking in the moan he got in response before diving down, instantly going to the clit to bring into his mouth and he sucked. Rook’s reaction was beyond lovely, the way he practically sang out as his head was once again thrown back, hands coming to tangle themselves in the grey hair of the older Watcher. The grip was ruthless, with the way the qunari’s hips also thrusted forward, seemingly doing whatever he could to face fuck the other man with desperate, short sounds bouncing off the walls around the two of them. It was pure, blissful music to the mage’s ears, singing his own chorus into the cunt of his darling, which only made Oz move with even more desperation.

     The gold was a delectable addition to it all, just that sweet metal taste on top of the musk that was Oz.

     Fingers tightened even more in his hair, he could hear his name being whined on the lips of the young Mourn Watcher, every lave of his tongue just making the words sound more desperate, more demanding. Emmrich took his fingers, this time trailing them up from the other side, sliding down the crack of the warrior’s excellently sculpted ass, a quick press down on the rim of his asshole, smiling to himself as the felt the clit in his mouth twitch, the way his hips jolted before he passed it, in search for the other hole. Everything around it was positively soaked, the soft sliver of skin that he just slid so beautifully across, that slick seemingly just pouring from the younger man. When he reached the hole waiting for him, he could feel the way it clenched at the barely there stimulation he gave. How it desperately tried to suck him in. A chuckle rumbled up the senior necromancer’s chest, vibrating against his lover’s dick whose legs tightened around his shoulders, those unbelievable thighs holding his head in tight. The warmth of them was so snug, so comforting and wisps had Emmrich truly ever been happier in his life than this moment? The most delicious taste on his tongue, the most beautiful man at his mercy and the most intense gaze staring down at him as if he were the only person in the world, as if Oz couldn’t think of anything but Emmrich.

     A true high.

     And who was he to so cruelly keep his fingers out of this begging creature? So, with little fanfare, he took three fingers and pushed into the waiting, begging hole of his lover. And what an image Rook became as those fingers sunk in deep. They slid in so easily, so welcoming as this most wonderful shudder overcame the qunari, nothing less than a scream coming from his mouth and he quite literally laughed. It was nearly deranged sounding like the pleasure had simply driven him completely mad but no, the older mage decided, it wasn’t madness but an orgasm as he felt the cunt around him tighten, doing whatever it could to swallow the man’s fingers in even deeper as he felt it pulse around it. The clit still in his mouth seemed to shake too, vibrating with the rest of the younger man’s body in pure ecstasy. Emmrich took care to continue to suck, to try to elongate his lover’s high for as long as he could.

     Oz’s laugh trailed off into a breathy, punch out of air as his eyes rolled back, legs falling limb, hand falling from Emmrich’s hair, and hips setting back onto the couch, pulling away from the older man’s mouth. The Mourn Watcher knew his grin had to be so wide when he gently pulled away from his younger lover’s dick. “F-fucking hell,” He heard muttered from the other, another giggle punching out of his lungs. His own laugh came as he looked up at his blissful lover, the sweat on his skin starting to cause some of his body paint to run down his sides but yet it was still a beautiful image, if one of debauchery. He gave the younger man a few moments of basking in his afterglow, he couldn’t deny the sight was luxurious after all.

     In time, he let his free hand travel down to his own pants, feeling his cock give a twitch that made a full spark pass through the older man’s entire body with a groan coming from his lips. With as much efficiency as he could, the necromancer removed his sash and unbutton the part of the vest in his way before nearly ripping the pants button off before he could push it and his undergarments down far enough to free his cock. He was somewhat surprised to realize the amount of cum that was sticking to it, and that there was a loads worth already covering it and his pants. When had he come? Had he been so distracted in the flavor of his lover that he came even without his knowledge? Well, the wonderful show of what the qunari’s pure taste could cause in a person, no question.

     He gave a quick glance up to his lover, watching for a moment to let himself appreciate the art before him as he crocked his fingers that were still buried deep within the qunari. Oz jumped a little, his body gave a start and a sound vibrated through his chest, a laugh. “Bastard,” He whispered.

     Emmrich smiled, making his fingers move slow and steady yet sure to get them deep. “Hmm? What was that, my dear?” How reactive the warrior was, with each thrust in a hiccup of a gasp would come out and those eyes would roll back, an image that would forever live in the older Watcher’s mind. Rook though seemed to be having a wonderful time, with his added little chuckles, the way he smiled so damn happy. It really was all just a vision unlike any other. “Wisps you are fuking good at this Emm,” The qunari says through sighs and moans, eyes opening to stare down at the other, biting at his lips with every pass on his sensitive spongey spot that sat deep within him, just within reach for the mage’s long fingers. “Well, I am honored to have pleased you, darling, ~” He was sure to coo the words back to his lover, watching as more flush came to the younger man’s face as those words fell from Emmrich’s mouth.

     His shoulders scrunched up and his hips thrusted down. “C’mon p-professor, don’t you w-want to give in to your d-desires?” His words were shaky, he was certainly fighting very hard to keep his coherency up with the insist fingers in him but Oz didn’t seem to be deterred from his speech. He pushed himself off the back of the couch a bit and leaned down to get into the older man’s space, pressing their foreheads together. “Don’t you want to fuck this pussy?” The words were a borderline beg, but that one word was just missing. The necromancer lifted himself a little, pushing back on the younger man’s forehead with his own, making him settle a little back into the couch, angled at just the perfect spot to be that little bit taller than the qunari. “What are you supposed to say?” The question was stern, the voice he would use on unruly students in his classroom. It did wonders on the younger man, whose cunt squeezed tight around his fingers deep within him, another deranged laugh coming from the qunari’s lips. It took a moment for him to capture his breath again, his hot laughter playing on the lips of Emmrich, slick gushing around his fingers. When he finally managed to speak, it was rushed, words nearly piling onto one another.

     “Please, please, please p-professor,” Whimpers, whines, and laughing all happening at once as he rushed his words.

     Emmrich smiled, leaned down to his ear.

     “What a good slutty desire demon,”

     With those words, nothing was holding the older man back anymore.

     He pinned the younger man to the couch, with his fingers starting at an indomitable pace. Sweet sounds sprang from the qunari as he tried to thrash in pleasure at the onslaught happening. The senior mage didn’t let him, only stared down at the warrior’s desperation, making him take the overwhelming pleasure that Emmrich was giving him. There was something so sweet about doing this for someone and sweet death the older man was so lucky to be here doing this, watching this. He watched, as Rook’s hips began to go down in time with the necromancer’s thurts in. “Cum again dear, if you come again, I’ll fuck you,” Emmrich’s promise was heavy in the air, the words seemed to really get to Rook as with each word came a high-pitched, punched-out breath in response. His head nodded wildly, one of just pure desperation as drool dripped down his chin, more gold tears sliding down his face. A sight of a man completely submerged in the feeling of pleasure, all for the senior mage, all because of him and those fingers he was buried in the warrior’s cunt.

     Their lips met again, sort of, it was really just them panting into each other’s mouths, sharing the stifling air between the two of them. Emmrich swore he could taste those sweet sounds coming from his lover’s mouth. Honey mixed with his pure essence that clung to his mouth from where he and the mage shared kisses after he had indulged himself in Oz’s taste. Eating the qunari out was one of the best ways he got to get this delicious flavor but this? Being able to taste the remnants of the flavor on his young lover’s lips, know it was he who brought it there? That was something else entirely. Vibration played on his lips as a whine interrupted his thoughts. “F-fuck, I’m-” Rook’s words shook, they were really sobbed out and yet he only seemed to chase the feeling further as his hips began to pick up pace, losing at sort of rhythm and only having the intention of chasing his orgasm again. Usually, with another partner, the senior Watcher would have scolded them for not taking time to savor their peak, to be chasing after it like a wild dog with no refinement whatsoever. Here though, under the spell of the warrior, Emmrich found he could only speed his fingers up, pinning more of his weight on the other so that he could be the one to bring the qunari to his precedent.

     There was a tight squeeze around his fingers, that same swallowing sensation as the younger man’s body tightened once more. From the angle of being on top of Oz, the older man saw everything. The way his chest heaved as sensation overcame him, his shoulders shaking, his eyes fluttering, and the way his legs fell open even more like he was just that desperate for even more. This orgasm didn’t last as long but that was mainly the senior necromancer’s fault as he practically tore his fingers from the warmth that was Rook, much to said younger man’s dismay. There was a whine, full of pure utter neediness from the qunari, his hips tried to cant forward, a desperate attempt to get the fingers back in his cunt but Emmrihc needed something else. His head rushed for a moment as he pulled away just enough to get a hand wrapped around his cock, which gave an angry throb at the sudden attention. He squeezed his eyes shut before rolling them open, blinking a few times in an attempt to control himself just that little bit.

     He wanted to savor the first time his dick would be in Oz’s pussy after all.

     The man’s free hand latched onto the warrior’s thick thigh, giving a little squeeze to the trembling muscle which got the younger to jump under its administration. Another something to remember for later. The senior mage took in a few breaths, just enough to clear his head of the haze of complete depravity for long enough to kindly press his cock head against the silky soft entrance of his younger lover. He had to bite down on his lips at the warmth, a jolt of his hips causing him to slide across the slippery entrance, letting their dicks slide together which only served to make them moan. Giggles still hiccuped from the warrior and for a moment, Emmrich worried the other had completely lost his mind but when he felt the hips press back against him, another slide of the qunari’s cunt against his cock well…

     He felt his own mind give way to it all.

     “Go on Emm, please fuck me good,”

     If there was one thing Emmrich Volkarin was, it was just a man.

     And no one would be strong enough to refuse such a plea, especially with the promise of that sweet pussy rubbing against them. It was just all too much, and the necromancer no longer cared about waiting, about being proper, about being the good experienced lover. He just wanted to take.

     And take he did, as he aligned his dick to the hole of his lover before he went in, one long thrust all the way deep within the younger Mourn Watcher.

     What a sight he was taking it to, mouth fallen open, eyes tight as he leaned back. The feeling around Emmrich’s cock was borderline too much, just warm, slicked walls tight around him, desperate squeezes around it like he could never stand to part from he older Watcher. To finally be able to have this, after all the imaginary fucks, all the desperate jack offs in the corners of his room, in public, after all the teasing from the young qunari, under all those winks and smiles, here Emmrich was finally deep in his lover. Adn how his imagination had nothing on the true feeling of this. Somehow, someway, he fit just perfectly, long enough and thick enough to give a stretch, for Oz to be so damn tight around him. Yet the warrior kept squeezing, as if he was so worried for the older man to pull away and leave him empty. Eyes looked up at him and he could see that exact fear looking down into them. The necromancer smiled as he pushed his face closer to the other, making sure their eyes were close, so there was nothing but the him in the view of the necromancer.

     There were so many things he wanted to say, so many reassuarnces he wanted to voice but he found only garbled moans would come from his lips, nonsensical noises of desperation and pleasure. His face burned at his inelegancy but it seemed to make Rook’s eyes shine even more. Before he knew it, fingers came and tangled themselves in his hair and he was pulled even closer, their lips coming together in a kiss that could only be described as filthy. Lips and tongues became one, each swallow nosies the other gave which mixed with the already tangy musk of Oz. There needed to be no words, not when they had this to share, they spoke through their actions, at least that’s what Emmrich felt. He hoped the other did too, he hoped he understood that each pull of his tongue was a “You are magnificent,” that every press of his hips was a “You feel heavenly,”, that every time he was desperately tightening his hand around that thigh he was saying “You are mine,”.

     He reached for the other thigh with the other hand, careful to warp around it before he pulled with all of his force. Oz fell back onto the couch further, just out of reach of the lips of the senior mage and the whine he gave might as well said “Fuck you, you son of a bitch,” Emmrich had to smile down at him. A perfect image before him, another reminder to learn to paint as soon as possible, to be able to memorialize such a wonder before him. The body paint the younger Mourn Watcher had worn was smeared everywhere, his make up running down yet still with some of it’s shape and those chains around him stuck to his sweat in every direction. His lips were swollen, his eyes glassy with unshed tears and his neck was decorated with purpling love bites, all so placed that it would be impossible to hide them, especially with the way the qunari insisted on wearing open shirts, open armor so his chest was always exposed. Everyone would know he has someone to please him at night, everyone would know it was Emmrich would pleased him.

     They might be able to ignore the sounds, but this would be impossible to ignore.

     His hips began to move erratically, there was no rhythm he could contain it to, not with the warmth of his younger lover who was still insistently squeezing around his dick. What an excellent desire demon his lover made, how he managed to be crafted specifically for the older man as if a true demon. How easily he would fall for him, how easy he would fall to his knees, and damn the worry of possession if he got this over and over again. But what use did he have for a desire demon when he had this, the true and actual Oz wrapped around his dick, stupid with lust that even his famously smart mouth couldn’t even speak. Emmrich gave a thrust, just to watch the way his lover would jump, would shudder under the weight of all-consuming pleasure.

     What a gift.

     What a prize.

     What a win.

     He managed to unlatch a hand from the thigh he had been gripping, smiling to himself as yes indeed there were those little crescent marks dug deep into the meat of it, just as he hoped. He reached down and found Rook’s aching clit with relative ease, a shout coming from the younger man as he framed it with his fingers, starting off by putting some pressure on the gold hoop that lay there. Just as with his hips, there was no tempo, no rhythm to be kept as he moved his fingers, squeezing and nearly pinching at moments which only gave him wails of approval from the qunari. If the way his cunt seemingly went tighter and the amount of slick that poured from him, that started to slick the couch was any indication of just how much he was loving this treatment. A mumble came from the younger’s lips, a shift of his hips which somehow allowed the older Watcher to sink in that much deeper. Emmrich choked at the sudden change before he leaned down, moving his fingers from the clit to the hole wrapped around him, pressing down on it slightly to feel its warmth, its tight pull. Words failed him again but Oz obviously didn’t care, not with the way his breathing picked up, and his eyes fluttered hard.

     The necromancer could feel him on the edge, could feel the way the qunari was tittering and how he would just need a little push.

     Emmrich swallowed his spit, licked his lips to wipe that salty sweat that clung to them and moved back, making sure to get an eyeful of his young lover as he picked up his pace, jolting the larger man with each thrust in. His brain was scrambled, his words still a mess but he needn’t speak in trade, he could scrounge up enough to speak Nevarran though. The man made sure to keep his eyes locked onto the other before he pushed his index finger into the tight pussy of his lover, watching with glee as his reaction was a stuttered gasp, another breathy laugh. He was so tight around the intrusion, so tense that there was no way he wasn’t about to tip over.

     The necromancer smiled.

     “Komm jetzt, mein Verlangensdämon,”

     What an explosive reaction he got in return.

     The loudest sound yet to come from the qunari rang in Emmrich’s ears as he felt the cunt around him clench so tight, a gush of liquid accompanying the squeeze and an entire body tense as a taunt bowstring, arched up as the top of the younger Watcher’s climax came. Tears flooded down his cheeks, a wonderful gold color, as his mouth fell open to show pink gums and white teeth. His hair was a mess, his usually quaffed beard split and mussed in a way that could only be from sex. Oh, how the mage wanted to see cum in it, splatter across his pretty face then parade him around for everyone to see. A shudder ran through him, a throb of his cock as he hunched over his lover, trying to hold onto his own climax. It was hard, especially as he watched the younger man crash down from his, the way his pussy seemed to panic pulse around him, how his breathing picked up and those laughs just falling into madness. He was going to pull away, he even moved to do so but strong unyielding legs wrapped around his hips and pulled him back into that silky warm hole. A moan twisted up in lust came out of his lips.

     “C-cum in me, you damn well better cum in me,”

     The words left no room for argument and well, who was Emmrich to deny a desire demon this ask?

     His cock jerked, his balls went tight and he suddenly found himself giving a wail of his own as he finally released. Cum coated the inside of his younger lover and he felt its warmth just add to the already not burning cunt. It was too much, too much wrapped around his dick but yet he could only find himself giving half-aborted thrusts as a primary need in him growled to keep going, keep fucking, get your seed deep inside him. Oz seemed to love it, his fingers detangled from the mage’s hair to reach down and feel his entrance, now dripping with slick and cum. He pressed down against the older man’s finger buried there and they both gave moans at the sudden squeeze the qunari gave at the pressure. His hips went forward, pushing everything in just that much deeper as he felt the large man’s finger push down. What a ruthless younger man he was, pressing down harder and harder, cunt squeezing tighter and tighter.

     It was too much for Emmrich who had to pull away completely, much to the groaning disappointment of the younger man but the mage had to see the aftermath. It took a few blinks to refocus his eyes but when he did the image was glorious.

     Rook had shoved two fingers back into his hole, moving them at a moderate pace, scissoring them in and out with cum coating his fingers. Such a contrast of a grey-pink pussy with white cum dripping from it, coating it so well. A growl rumbled its way up the older man’s chest, especially when he drifted his eyes up to see just how much of a mess his lover’s face was. His cock gave a twitch. The warrior didn’t miss that. “Got another in you professor?” His voice was whiney and broken but still, the darkness in his eyes was impossible to miss. He slid from the couch, seemingly boneless as he hit the floor, and crawled forward, wrapping his arms around the older man’s legs before just instantly taking his cock down his throat with practiced ease.

     Usually, Emmrich would never allow his partner to sit on the floor, not without a pillow at least for them to sit on and not without making absolutely clearly sure this was what they wanted but the horny idled brain of perverted Emmrich Volkarin truly didn’t care with the warm throat wrapped around him, swallowing him down like it was nothing. Oz’s eyes were closed in bliss as he sucked as if this was the most delicious meal he had ever had. How the necromancer’s cock must taste of his cunt, and the cum coating it. Still, the qunari moaned in pleasure, the vibrations only serving to give more feeling to the older man. He already felt close, it was as if he just needed the little simulation to pull him over again. Two loads just waiting one right after the other both brought on by the exceptionally talented Rook. A bite of jealousy nipped at his ankles even as he threaded his fingers through the warrior’s hair, holding on to give in to his need to thrust down the younger Watcher’s welcoming throat. Oz got talented through sex with others, obviously. It shouldn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean anything really but still, he couldn’t deny the ugly head of jealousy talking in his ear, how he should be the only one who gets to see the qunari like this, that all the others who did should be found, should be blasted with magic till they forgot about this incredible experience.

     The Mourn Wacther knew he couldn’t do that, so instead he could try to make this so much better for the warrior, something unforgettable.

     His hand tightened and without much worry, he began to practically ram his dick into the throat of his lover, ruthless, unforgiving. He could feel his cock hitting the back of the younger man’s throat, could hear it in the choking reactions but he refused to let up. He needed to see the gold paint smear on his face with a mix of cum and spit, running down his face, into his beard, onto his chest. Streaks of it to run through the rest of the body paint, staining those gold chains dangling on the man’s skin. If this was how the qunari wished to be immortalized as for the rest of his life it would be a blessing to the rest of the world, something that should be displayed for all to see how art beyond death. Jealousy once again nipped at him though.

     No, he thought as he grinded deep into his younger lover, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head as the hands around him tightened.

     This was for him and him alone to see.

     His cock twitched, he tried to garble out a warning but it was lost in between moans and gasps as he felt his cock shot down into the warm throat of his lover. He threw his head back, his hips twitching a little as to try to get that much deeper. Emmrich let out his own laugh at the feeling, that same amount of deranged in it as Rook’s had been. His eyes closed in bliss, letting the warmth all consume him, and flow through his limps, to his chest. No one had ever felt this soft, like a silk scarf wrapped around his cock, swallowing his seed. It really was heavenly.

     He felt like he was floating as if he was drifting away in the fade wrapped in the most excellent blanket. It was wonderful, it was just what he need and it was…

     A startle went through him as he felt another swallow around his cock and looked down in a panic to see he was still holding his younger lover tight onto his softening cock.

     As if his hand was burned, he quickly pulled it and himself away, wincing at the loud coughing that came from his lover. Cum dripped down his chin, his eyes were a mess of gold and the face paint that had been on him was smudged to an unrecognizable pattern. A pulse of arsoul tried to go through the older man but he shoved it away out of shame, how could he have ever treated his partner as such? He fell to his knees to cup the other Watcher’s face.

     “Darling, I am so sorry! I cannot believe myself, I should have more self-control than that! Are you-”

     His worry was interrupted as he found himself tackled to the ground, the qunari’s lips sealing over his. Cum was pushed into his mouth and their flavors were just perfectly mingled, the sweetest nectar Emmrich had ever tasted. It was a filthy kiss, one that would have started a whole other round if the older Mourn Watcher had been younger yet it just simmered in his guts. When the younger man pulled away, a hand reached up to the mage’s lips, wiping off what turned out to be cum before he slid the thumb into his own mouth, suck off the remnants of it with an eye roll. The necromancer huffed a laugh at the image. “I’m going to need you to lose it more often Emmrich, that was-” Oz just moaned, a smile spreading across his face . “Not bad for our first time having sex,”

     The older man frowned. “We’ve had sex before,” He pointed out. The warrior nodded. “True, alright how about not bad for the first time you fucked my cunt,” His smile only deepened as the older man felt his cheeks go red, his ears started to burn too. “Oz…” He grumbled out, head relaxing onto the ground as his lover gave a loud, boisterous laugh. “What? Didn’t have a good time doing it? Your cum dripping out of my hole says-” Emmrich shot a hand up to cover the younger man’s words, his chest starting to burn red as well. He just felt the vibrations of the laughter behind it, before a kiss was laid on it as well.

     “Suffice it to say, it was more than not bad,”

     Another muffled laugh came, one he couldn’t help but join too.

ARUGH

Prompt one is finally done and so much longer than I expected. I am tired, I am cold and I am free but now I'm about to strat work on prompt 2 lmao Treviso here we come >:D

Anywho, I hope you have the warmest, most comfortable shower or bath of your life next one you have

-<3 Skunch

[drakorn]

Just saw your post in the rewrite group and wanted to check who won the main Rook poll, and given your surprise towards the result, I just wanted to offer an insight into why at least one person voted that way. When I first saw the poll, I was about to vote Grey Warden, because the effects of the Blight changing and revelations regarding the Archdemons seems like the most interesting character exploration to go through to me. But then I saw that races and classes had already been picked out for each faction, and had to debate whether an elf or dwarf was more thematically compelling, and that's really difficult to pick. The fact that the Veil Jumper was also a mage and had a connection to Merrill (even if my personal belief is that she'd tear Solas a new one if she ever met him) is what tipped me over. In the actual game, Veil Jumpers are my second least favorite faction, so I'd never have voted for them without the specific Rook you'd created and the changes you made. My biggest issues with them were the lack of Merrill's presence and significance, the lack of actual Dalish identity and beliefs, and the being based in Arlathan despite that seeming to be where Solas was taking his Agents in the credits of Trespasser, and you fixed or explained most, if not all, of that. That being said, if the Grey Warden had been an elf, especially a Dalish Mage, I probably still would've gone with my first pick.

As for the group you initially thought would win, I can only speak for my own opinions, but I've just never seen a point in that faction. Granted, your origin story does a better job of creating emotional investment, but logically, I would still occasionally wonder why they felt the need to take the Lucerni underground, what possessed them to call the new group the Shadow Dragons, and where Fenris and his allies from the comics were in all this. I would've enjoyed a more grassroots uprising of mostly lower-class individuals, possibly led by the infamous Blue Wraith himself, but I just don't feel a strong connection to the built-in bureaucracy and middle management vibes of the Shadow Dragons. Again though, that's all personal preference, and as someone who'd prefer the Shadow Dragons to be fully cut from the game, I do appreciate the changes you've made for a version where they still exist. The increased acknowledgement of slavery and Tevinter politics alone is an infinite improvement over what was actually in the game. I'd still have minor things to nitpick on, but that's true in all 3 of the previous games, and I actually loved playing all of those. Also, even though they still wouldn't have been my top pick, if the specific Rook from this faction had been an elf (or even a qunari for this one specifically), they would've been a lot closer to the top than they are as a human for me. Mostly because humans don't really get any interesting revelations like any of the other races. The Maker thing was kind of wishy washy and inconclusive, so the only way I could see myself picking a human Rook is if we somehow got to play as the barbarian daughter of Andraste that was discussed as a potential companion in the art book. The Origins city elf levels of sass you could have towards Tevinter Magisters would be so entertaining.

Anyway, keep up the good work! I just wanted to give an insight into my own personal reasons for voting the way I did, some of which might be applicable to others. I know you've said you didn't hate the game, but despite my best efforts and greatest hopes, I unfortunately did, so the fact that your rewrite is shaping up to be something I could see myself not only tolerating, but actually enjoying, multiple playthroughs of (without just scrapping the majority of the game too!) is a pretty significant achievement.

If you're curious, I voted for the Solas romance, both for plot reasons and because I've never gotten over my grudge against Cullen 😅. And for Rook's love interest, I prefer narrative foils, which I didn't feel any companion except maybe Harding would be, but I can't get over thinking Dagna or Sandal should've taken her place (they already made her personality more like Dagna's anyway). Taash would be my next pick, but I was scared about how they'd be represented and dumbly voted before realizing you and I seem to be on the exact same page with them (10/10, no notes!), so I ended up going with Lucanis because I gravitate towards mixed race pairings, and his attachment to Spite seemed fun in relation to the first elves coming from spirits. In hindsight, I'd obviously go with Taash, though. The bluntness works so much better with someone who already knows who they are, and it never made sense to me that they'd get their knowledge of gender stuff from the country that treated Mae and Krem like shit instead of the canonically most socially progressive country in Thedas, Rivain, where they already live, especially with Hollix existing, because even if Tevinter took an Orlesian stance on things, that still doesn't explain how the binary trans peeps over there got the divine knowledge of gender possibilities outside of that binary imparted on them. I also absolutely think an insight into what being nonbinary feels like without hiding behind the word itself and trusting that to get the point across would be so much more beneficial for fostering understanding in uninformed cis players and improving their attitude towards real nb people, and I think the most impactful self-realization story would be one for Rook themself. Like, especially if you came from a more sheltered background. You could talk to trans NPCs and Taash throughout the game and have the option to start wondering about yourself and try different names, pronouns, and/or looks to see what felt most comfortable, and it would give the most personal insight into what actively transitioning in Thedas is like.

Sorry for how long this got. You're a brilliant writer, I look forward to seeing what other changes you make, and I am so glad to find someone on the exact same page as me about Taash! Stay amazing! Dareth shiral!

So this might have been the longest dm I've ever gotten on this site, WOW.

Yeaaaaaaah, I determined race and class for the origins because I wanted to have variety in what could be chosen. And I wanted all options to be something I would personally enjoy playing/writing, otherwise my motivation would have taken a bit of a damper, admittedly.

I too would have loved to see more Merrill (or Merrill at all) with the Veil Jumpers, but can understand why they didn't include her since she is dead in some people's World States. And since they chose to omit World States entirely, they can't under any circumstances include characters that could have died, since that would be invalidating some people's headcanons (since headcanons is all we have in Veilguard now). So I chose a bit of a compromise by making her part of the Veil Jumpers if she's both alive and if you pick the Veil Jumpers as your origin story. Because obviously, in the main campaign, she's going to be with Fen'Harel when we first meet her.

The same goes for Fenris. I would have loved to see him be a leading figure in the slave rebellions of Tevinter, but, again, he can die in DA2, so his role can't be too central. If Fenris and Merrill dying wasn't on the table in DA2, they would have much more expansive roles in the rewrite. Like Isabela! She can't die in DA2, so I had the liberty to make her more integral to the plot by making her the Dumat's captain.

I love many of the concept art book's ideas, generally I think Joplin would have been the much better DA4, an opinion I see reflected time and time again. I will certainly incorporate Joplin elements in the rewrite, like the submarine, which I already introduced in Part 8. But there will be others. While I will keep Veilguard's companions, I miiiiiiight play around with NPCs that are based on the Joplin concepts.

Hey, I can totally understand if people hate the game. But I still find redeemable qualities about it. I think the gameplay is fun, and the art design is gorgeous. And some missions are genuinely well-made, in my opinion. Unfortunately, what didn't work far outweighs what did. But again, I'm not trying to sound objective here, this is all my opinion. I respect everyone who loved or hated the game. I just find myself somewhere in the middle.

Looking at the poll, I'm confident that Solas is gonna win it, which...yeah, okay. I'm personally not a fan of Solavellan, but am willing to write it for this project because it obviously has plot significance.

Yeah, my biggest criticism about Taash's journey of self-discovery was that they weren't even aware of gender identities before coming to Tevinter, when Rivain, where they live, is so much more open-minded about this. To see Tevinter, and not Rivain, suddenly represented as the beacon of progressiveness kinda diminishes the struggles Dorian and Krem faced. I'm all for discovering new lore and new details, but not if it comes at the expense of previous characters' arcs and struggles.

Anyway, thank you VERY MUCH for the message, anon! I'm glad to be able to have such insightful discussions here.

[platoniccereal]

decided to do the thingy and check whatever theories i believe/like according to this iceberg. honestly, da fandom should make an ask game out of it. there are some thoughts on it under the cut. i was reminded of it bc of this video, give it a shot, it's v interesting and well-made.

ok i checked everything in the first tier, but honesty, i'd like to give andrastians some crisis of faith and make their god a spirit and their prophet an elf or a dwarf. and most definitely she must be a mage. that would fit so nicely morally. don't like maker being a demon though, it would be too far stretched and gotcha, and the maker didn't seem malevolent.

i didn't check dwarf andraste because i don't remember the explanation behind it, but honestly, it's still curious.

i prefer skyhold being the place where solas created the veil over the solasan temple because i believe it would evaluate skyhold's significance beyond being just a fortress for a main character with some shady shit here and there.

i didn't check sandal being connected to a titan for pretty much the same reason i didn't cross stuff like sandal, or solas, or dumat being the maker, or andraste being connected to flemeth, or her straight up being mythal. connections here and there are interesting, but i don't enjoy over-connected plot points. they're fun for fucking around, but it's always better to have multiple complex scenarios and characters than to load this weight on a great few. leliana as the descendant of andraste, shartan anyhow connected to solas are also in this category. there were history and historical figures, i don't feel like it always needs to be associated with whatever figures thedas has now.

i crossed qunari being a result of the experiment, though i'm not sure about the implications because it may go even deeper into the selection stuff. ew. i'm even more not sure about that the qun might really be something to restrain their nature, it's just an unsettling theory with even worse implications. it would turn whatever the player was saying to the iron bull on its head, because suddenly qunari would be beasts that need to be controlled. as to their origin? i think it's still interesting that kossith were very different from modern qunari, and they could have been created by someone out of someone different and may have gone through the process of alteration due to the dragon-related stuff.

my understanding of the older lore is pretty common. evanuris are the actual old gods or at least have some type of a bond, the remaining two are the twins, so there would be a double blight. evanuris are captured and hidden in the sealed black city. since they'd hunted down titans, the latter created the blight and darkspawn, yada yada yada. i'm also not opposed to the idea that the taint ascended from the void. so it was something discovered by andruil. or she rather discovered titan's blood + the taint, i.e. red lyrium, since the taint doesn't cause the same symptoms as the red lyrium.

i like the idea of halla being sentient descendants of elves turned into them long time ago. it's even more sick if they're still not quite animals. it's not my canon, but that's cool. beings with consciousness suffering from their silence? yeah, definitely cool.

sera=andruil is also a pretty common one. i have a headcanon that solas is a creator of tarot cards as well, it seems to be quite in his style, and the boy loves drawing, too. considering that, sera's card would be an intentional thing.

[thedinanshiral]

My personal DA4 wishlist + thoughts

I’ve been teasing this post for a couple of weeks over at Twitter, i’m the worst! But anyway, since game journalism has decided to confirm, once again, that the next Dragon Age game will be set in Tevinter like that’s breaking news, now’s as good a time as ever to write all this down.

Locations: Tevinter, clearly. It’s been pretty much a given since the end of Trespasser in 2015, with that scene where the Inquisitor stabs a map on a table directly on Tevinter as they promise to go after Solas to stop him. But also concept art and several stories from Tevinter Nights heavily imply Antiva, Nevarra, the Anderfells, and maybe Rivain. For those of you who don’t know your Thedosian Geography 101, that’s basically Northern Thedas. And it makes sense, since so far for three games straight we’ve been first stuck in Ferelden, then the coast of the Free Marches, and later the rest of Southern Thedas. We’ve never been North, only heard of it. So in DA4 i’m sure we will finally be able to visit.

Characters: If we’re going to Tevinter, we must meet Dorian again, maybe meet Maevaris Tilani as well (previously only seen in comics), judging from the latest comics series, i’m hoping for Fenris too. And going by the latest teaser trailer, we might see Varric again. As for characters that so far we have no news of, i’d like to see Cole, the Iron Bull, and if by any chance BioWare feels like blessing us with a Hawke/Fenris reunion i might just die happy.  I’d also very much like to see the Inquisitor, but more on that later.

Companions: considering concept art and the latest teaser trailer, plus Tevinter Nights stories and new characters, we have an interesting repertoire of new potential companions. A Tevinter mage, an ancient elf (like a temple guardian) or a dalish elf (like Strife), a Nevarran mortalitasi or spirit, Antivan Crows, Lords of Fortune (new faction, kind of like treasure hunters), Qunari lady, maybe an alchemist or shapeshifter, Grey Wardens (possibly a dwarf), a liberated or escaped slave, a Siccari (Tevinter spies/assassins)..even past agents of the Inquisition could return. 

Plot: We know Solas wants to take down the Veil. We know there’s two archdemons left, and Grey Wardens are regaining some spotlight in concept art lately. We might have to fight on multiple fronts simultaneously and be strategic about it. Solas might even unleash a double Blight just to keep us distracted while he focus on his own goal, who knows. But many other things are happenig in the margins and all over the place. The Qunari Antaam is having a crisis with some of its members supposedly going rogue, the order they’re so proud of is breaking up, and the whole of Northern Thedas is facing an imminent threat of invasion. Tevinter is still dealing with remnants of the Venatori and might soon be dealing with a slaves rebellion and/or a political and social reform (Magisters Dorian and Maeveris have been working wirh the Lucerni, a group aiming to restore and redeem Tevinter). The Antivan Crows -the de facto rulers of Antiva - may be dealing with a succession crisis, as their First Talon, a powerful feared and respected but old lady, might not be around for much longer and seems her chosen heir has died before his time. Meanwhile in the Anderfells nobody’s heard anything from the Grey Wardens’ HQ at Weisshaupt since the end of Inquisition, and as told in the novel Last Flight, the sudden reappearance of griffons may have had something to do with that radio silence. So you see, get ready for another +100 hours long game because BW has plenty of stuff to keep us busy with. But in short, DA4 seems will be about primarily searching, finding, and dealing with Solas. Regardless of what you decided at the Exalted Council in Trespasser, the Inquisition or what’s left of it is most likely the group orchestrating that mission. As it was so clearly stated then, they need new people Solas doesn’t know so he can’t foresee their actions, so it’s possible the DA4 protagonist is a new agent or a third party hired to do what the Inner circle can’t due to their familiarity with Solas in the past. But at the same time -and this is assuming we get to find Solas in this game - i definitely think the Inquisitor could easily show up again. No, losing an arm doens’t mean they’ve retired forever, prosthetics do exist in Thedas, a world where you can combine dwarven craftmanship with enchantments, seriously, i don’t ever want to hear “but they lost an arm” ever again as an excuse to write them out. And no, marrying Cullen or joining the Red Jennys is no impediment to join the “Stop Solas” Squad; the end of Trespasser means something, mainly that this is personal. Be it they loved them as lovers, as friends or ended up hating his guts for using and betraying them, the Inquisitor’s relationship with Solas makes this very personal, and so having any other character do that face off would cheapen all of it, all that bittersweet angsty development and expectations of either revenge or closure. That moment should happen between those two. It adds a ton of motivation due to their past historyas well, something a new protagonist would lack entirely.  My personal best hope is for a sort of dual protagonist thing, say we play new protagonist for most of the game but a selected missions or scenes where we play as the Inquisitor once again and take over for key and heart-wrenching dialogue options. My second best hope is for the Inquisitor to show up as playable for the moment we catch up with Solas. My third and final best hope is for the inquisitor to be a sort of advisor but more like new protagonist’s boss/employer to whom they report back to and get new missions from. The Inquisitor can be stuck in meetings for the most part of it, i just want to know they’re there, behind a door, super busy but there. A cameo like Hawke’s in Inquisition is the bare miminum i can take, anyhting less than that like a mention in a sidequest description or a footnote in a codex entry would be a total  injustice. 

Romances: I’m open for pretty much anything, as any good BW fan would be. But i’d like romances to feel more alive in the sense that they don’t abruptly get stuck once you exhaust all related quests and dialogue options. As much as my Adaar liked that spank from the Iron Bull, that it was the only thing they could share after their romance was locked was a bit..meh. I liked Dorian’s tho, because his gave one the option to talk a bit, go for a walk, gossip, and sure, it all happened off-screen, and there were limited possibilities, but it was nice and made their relationship feel a bit more real, like they had more to it than kissing and stuff. It happens in most games, once you secure a romanceable companion suddenly you run out of things to do and share with them, and you get stuck with the same 3 lines of dialogue over and over again. There should be a way of solving that.

Side quests: i’m ok with fetch quests initially as it is a good way of forcing the player to go out and explore huge maps, but i’d also like the fetching to have some meaning other than checking things off a list. I want to explore many ruins, and -can’t believe i’m actually saying this- i want a Fade quest. Wait! I know what you’re thinking but don’t kill me just yet, here’s my idea: what if we could visit the Fade at certain locations to witness memories or meet with spirits and recollect information on Solas, his past, his present? Both to understand him better (keep in mind we’ll most likely get a new protagonist who isn’t familiar with him like we are as players) and try to locate him or predict his next move. It would be i think i great way of having visions of Arlathan in its golden age, maybe seeing some of the other Evanuris, how they interacted with each other and with the elves in their service, what really happened ...i just want that sweet, sweet lore, i need it.

Technical stuff: ok, graphics will be amazing for sure, but i also would really really like: better, more varied and longer hairstyles, PLEASE. Body sliders, it’s damn time we get them. Mounts that actually make a difference! Let staves blades make damage in combat, I’M BEGGING HERE. Combined classes, MAGICAL ROGUES! A homebase we can fix up/build on/redecorate as fully as possible (Skyhold was great and i love it to pieces but why were those walls NEVER repaired????) . More casual outfit options, idk i love to dress up my characters, maybe some transmog? A day/night cycle and please i would love to see Thedas’ second moon, also weather variations depending on the region. Yes, i’m ambitious.

Gameplay: i’d like more AI options for companions, but not quite like in DAO, that was too much and i rarely used it. I’m curious how they’ll do combat this time but i know for sure i don’t want the kind of combat that has me going almost frame by frame pausing at every second, it’s annoying for me. I want large areas like in DAI but with a bit more stuff to see and do although one of my favourite maps is the Hissing Wastes so i won’t complain if we get a literal desert but i’d also like it to have secrets hidden around, make me work to find and solve them, i love exploring, i jump and click on EVERYTHING like i’m still a kid playing Monkey Island. A companion in concept art seems to be holding what looks like some form of rifle, so i’m curious how they’d incorporate that in the game. I know Tevinter has the magics and dwarves have the skill, a firearm is totally within the possibilities in-game without breaking any lore; also super curious what sort of skill trees Crows or Lords of Fortune could have, are they rogues, or warriors, or both??

So far, that’s what i got in my head.Well, most of it anyways, i may have missed something but this post has to end somewhere lol

What’s in your head? Feel free to share! Have you been thinking on how you’ll create your next protagonist? All i can think of is magical rogues and that  glowing bow was all the hype i needed.

[crowsent]

a fuckton of things i want in da4

a few words censored bc tumblr will swallow this in the void if i dont. long ass fuck list ahead

a romanceable dwarf

more romanceable elves/qunari

more elf/qunari/dwarf companions

consistent writing for once

more nb representation

good hair. please just give me good hair options. give me long hair. give me luxurious flowing locks. give me braids. give me good fucking hair options

let me shittalk the chantry

dalish elf npcs that impact the plot in unique ways

dalish elf companions that are proud of being dalish

if it is set in tevinter maybe uh. maybe address the issue of systemic oppression (and slavery) of elves???????

a return of the friendship/rivalry system in da2 but improved. maybe instead of a friendship rivalry sliding scale its friendship/rivalry/animosity sliding scale. bc rivalry is more like. two people pushing each other to be better than they were before. friendly competition. hes an idiot but hes my idiot kind of deal. animosity would be just regular disapproval. i liked the crisis cutscenes in dai so high animosity would be the same as low approval and might make the companion leave still, but theres more variety with high approval. high approval “friendship” would be the “were best friends and we share many opinions and agree on almost everything” while high approval “rivalry” being “we disagree on almost everything but goddamn it youre my friend and ill follow you into the fade if i have to” so you can have a high approval with someone instead of being a kissass

actions and choices having consequences again

multiple endings again (epilogue slideshows dont count)

dialogue wheels with descriptions that match what you actually say

characters from rivain, antiva, anderfels, etc

gifts. bring back the gifts. i want to give my companions gifts

maybe. maybe a focus of non-andrastian religion for once?

let me shittalk the chantry

i know its a stretch, but maybe. diverse skin colours. please?

nd characters that are written respectfully and treated w dignity

please bring back the talent wheel from dao and da2

more bi romance options

more wlw romance options

more mlm romance options

ace romance options

nb romance options

background romances

let me shittalk the chantry

far fetched but maybe a polycule?

i lowkey LOVED the fast-paced feel of da2s combat so maybe bring that back in some form? maybe improved to mesh with the tactics of dai to give players absolute freedom of playstyle whether they want to be like me and rush into every encounter or play more strategically

companions with unique companion abilities

would be nice to explore cities

would be nice if the open world were a little smaller so it doesnt feel empty all the gd time

more mage spells. mages felt like just another class of fighter to me in dai. they dont really have any awe-inducing wow factor like in dao or even da2. if the narrative wants me to believe that mages are powerful and dangerous and that it takes multiple templars to hunt down an apostate, maybe show that? give me strong mages

remove the jump ability. its pointless

a narrative that addresses the oppression that the chantry and templars perpetuated please

bring back the attributes

make the choices in dai matter. mages governing themselves? i wanna see that

let me shittalk the chantry

please bring back the healing magic for fucks sakes

multi-class system between rogues and warriors?

multiple specialisations that feel like specialisations and not just skill tree+

player-only skill trees

hardening

companion quests that affect their abilities and further dialogue

actual morally grey choices instead of this stupid mage freedom vs templar oppression narrative that is in no way morally grey but is presented as such and thus leaves the conflicts and narratives set up by dao and da2 to be fucking meaningless

bring back the tactics

would be nice to have an origins-esque prologue again. maybe one that would determine future events in game just to give your character better narrative cohesion with the plot

an approval/disapproval system but for companions with other companions. bringing certain companions together may bring them closer or make them pissed off with each other which affects banter maybe quests maybe combat

give me a fucking mabari bioware. give me back my fucking mabari

day/night cycle

a nightmare mode where you have to finish the main quest on a time limit. it is absurd that dai expects me to believe that i have all this time to do wartable missions that can take literal real life DAYS to finish and still thwart corypheus’ plans in time. bullshit

that said. no more wartable missions. waiting for a countdown to finish isnt very fun

let me shittalk the chantry

kal-sharok. ive been hearing about it since dao let me fucking see kal-sharok

dwarven politics

politics in general. my fav dao quest was the succession crisis plotline in orzammar/the landsmeet and wewh in dai

npcs i can talk to. even with generic dialogue like in dao. makes the world more alive

using the environment to your advantage. far fetched but i would love to be able to pull down boulders if were in the mountains or freeze water to get to places as a mage

home base customisation but the customisation choices you make actually. mean something. and do something. or at the very least give more companion dialogue/banter/approval change

laconic and ergonomic codexes. like. sorted by what kind of codex it is, etc etc but then you just get a brief summary of the codex and the option to read more about it so i dont spend eternity scrolling through cards looking for a specific codex entry. cool aesthetic dont get me wrong but real irritating to deal with. also. maybe. the pc making comments about the codex if you do read more about it? like a dalish elf saying “they got it all wrong” when reading a codex about dalish elves written by a human??? that would a) give character to the pc b) incentivise people to actually read the codex to see what was so wrong about it c) summarise the codex for people who want to learn the lore but dont want to spent the entire game reading text

maybe have the merchants in your home base close to crafting stations so you dont have to take a fucking hike if you miscounted the amount of elfroot you need?

let me shittalk the chantry

avvar companion maybe??? interesting lore right there

bring back stat requirements for weapons and remove the class restriction for most shit. obviously a dagger would be better for a rogue than a longsword and a mage would do better with a staff than a sword and shield but its not about efficiency. its about the roleplay. its about the options. give me the option to make a mage with wildly inappropriate stat distribution

bring back sustained mode abilities

traps. bring back traps. bring back the option to stealth into an area, trap the fuck out of it, and go from there

have the three available classes in kind of a rock paper scissors scenario. warriors do real well against rogues who do real well against mages who do real well against warriors. so you can plan your party depending on who/what youll face AND how much their approval will change during the quest you take them on

let me shittalk the chantry

actually resolve the plot points introduced in dai

a more threatening villain. the inquisitor thwarted every attempt made by corypheus in dai. he was not threatening at all

queer characters. background, companions, etc. queer characters

mounts were meh in dai. maybe. make them faster? or less cumbersome? or have your companions on mounts too so theres still banter?

i liked the armour tinting. let me have armour tinting from the beginning

i would really like mages to move and attack at the same time bc lowkey standing in one spot is uhhhhhhh kinda boring

let me check companions friendship/rivalry levels

would be nice if the narrative acknowledged that elves suffered greatly at the hands of the chantry and stopped victim-blaming them

more taverns. specifically like tapsters in dao where theres a dwarf just reciting something in a language i cant understand and if you look its a ballad/poet about dwarven culture and that was a real nice touch let me have that

dalish elf clan. dalish elf clan that does not get murdered please and thank you

meaningful quests. more cinematic dialogue

make found gear / quest reward gear more valuable than crafted gear

game modifiers like in dai were real nice. i want more

let me shittalk the chantry

quests that can be resolved in multiple ways. like connors fate in dao. and for those ways to impact further quests

companions with varying moral alignments

companions that are mutually exclusive (like alistair and loghain) but are both good companions so itd really make you think

a pc that IS NOT a “chosen one” vanilla da2 is my fav dragon age game for one reason and one reason only and that is because hawke is just some random refugee who escaped lothering. no chosen one magic at all. just an ordinary person who is a real good fighter. and that appealed to me more than this “you are the only one who can do it” narrative

let me meet more elvhen gods

if the setting is in tevinter, GIVE ME FUCKING ARCHITECTURE. give me the high spires, the archways, the buttresses, give me statues lining city gates and magic infused into the buildings. tevinter is a land ruled by MAGES give me magical architecture. give me floating buildings. give me fire floating as orbs above the streets like lamps. GIVE ME ARCHITECTURE

SHALE

let me shittalk the chantry

PIERCINGS GIVE ME FUCKING PIERCINGS BIOWARE

more main quests, longer main quests

if it is set in tevinter maybe. maybe address the fact that tevinter has been at war with the qunari for a while? on and off war is still war. and maybe give us the option to influence the outcome of that war?

more voice options. instead of just american voice or british voice, do the thing in dao again where there are multiple voices of different tones to further cement the pcs personality

more armour designs

biased but uh. can. can taliesen jaffe va a character?

i already said qunari companions but specifically saarebas companions

blood magic

FINISHING MOVE ANIMATIONS

please do not let it be as long as inquisition. inquisition was a SLOG in later playthroughs

body sliders. what if i want a tall but lanky qunari? what if i want a buff as shit elf? body sliders

more eye options

let me call out companions

btw bioware. if you really wanted cullen to be a good guy. maybe handle his fucking redemption arc a little better instead of retconning all the terrible and creepy shit hes done in the past k thx

can female walk/run animations not have. so much swaying hips? no one moves like that

personality dialogue that affects future dialogue like in da2 but meshed with the wider range of emotions introduced by dai

keep the race/s*x lock on romance candidates like in dai. keep the fact that some characters can only be romanced by certain races or s*xes

nb and genderqueer options for the pc

cutscenes of companions interacting

ngl i lowkey liked the random encounters of dao so maybe bring that back

my fav quest in dao is the landsmeet / orzammar succession crisis questline but you know whats my second favourite? the rescue mission if the warden gets captured and you have to play as your party members. give me that again

more creepy/dark shit. dai was too lighthearted for me esp after da2 and dao

let me shittalk the chantry

broodmothers. in hd.

red lyrium broodmothers. in hd

companions with different backgrounds. different faiths. different statuses. different families. etc

maybe make the pcs appearance make an impact on the story? like how bull says he likes redheads, but even if you are a redhead, he says nothing about it????? maybe keep track of which slider the player picks so that can affect the story?

i love my inquisitors but maybe. dont. bring the inquisitor in as anything more than an advisor/npc in this game? let me fall in love with a new pc???

if theres gonna be a homebase like skyhold where youre not in armor. maybe give us better clothing?

a kind of gear skin mechanic similar to ac:odyssey where you can change how the gear looks but keep the stats. so you can equip that higher level armour and keep the look and aesthetic of your old armour and you unlock the skins/looks of the armours you discover/make so you can be both powerful AND aesthetic

i enjoyed the nobility/underworld/arcane/etc knowledge in dai unlocking more dialogue options so maybe keep/expand on that but make it more accessible by side missions or companions or something that isnt the abysmal perk system in dai

let me shittalk the chantry

customisable walking animations. does the pc walk straightbacked? slouched? with a swagger? please

since there will undoubtedly be an obligatory fade sequence, maybe have an option for nightmare demons that ARENT spiders. thank you

slap on subtitles and conlang some languages. i want to hear elvish. i want to hear tevene. give me the languages

more dragons. esp if they look vastly different

more bard songs

i am completely biased here, but i would like to hear laura bailey as a va for a character. preferably a voice option for the pc

hey maybe have the true ending actually included in the base game and not in a dlc (tresppasser cough cough)

better val royeaux

please remove the had to do it to em idle animation tis distracting

on that note, more idle animations. maybe some unique to companions?

very trivial but. unique stair climbing/descending animation

bring back talking to companions on the road. maybe with some dialogue that can only be said on the road???

if banter is interrupted, make like rdr2 and pick up where the banter left off

more vallaslin designs please?

if theres another formal scene like dai maybe. give us. decent clothing. or better yet, decen clothing OPTIONS. i wanna decide how i look in a ball full of haughty orlesians

mage vs templar conflict resolved and addressed please. it is NOT resolved in dai. what we got was sequel bait and a slideshow. resolve it please

let me shittalk the chantry

a pro-mage anti-circle circle mage companion like anders

religious person who doesnt victim-blame elves in the codex or in game or anywhere please

characters more like leliana who question the chantry and acknowledge its corruption and greed

unapologetically sapphic companion

idc if its tevinter i dont want to fucking see queer people being disrespected

a true tal-vashoth companion, one who escaped from the qun

have quest decisions affect whether or not a companion will turn hostile to you or not

if IF solas will be redeemed, please do the redemption arc right

more horn options for qunari

an apostate mage who doesnt use me for their personal agenda whilst hiding something from me (morrigan, anders, solas) thanks

i really dig the whole “leader of an army” thing dai was trying to go for. but you didnt actually. lead. anything. would be nice to have that option. command soldiers. send them places that affect further quests. would even use the wartable for its intended purpose. planning wars. battles. like. you get sent word that there are bandits harassing villagers. you can set up an ambush with your soldiers or confront them headon, and theres a new mini-location on the map like the manor you meet vivienne in where you can go deal with the bandits and depending on your choices, there are actually soldiers with you in a field, or traps in a narrow pass, or even in a city. id rather the wartable shit dont return but if they have to, at least this way youre not just waiting real life time for a bunch of text to appear

i am real fucking excited for the possibility that da4 companions can just fucking die on you. good shit. give me that angst

missions that certain companions would refuse to go with you to. you know. so you actually have to use other members of your party instead of the same 3 (three) people all the goddamn time

disabled characters (i want a character who suffers from the same chronic bad leg disease as i do is that too much to ask)

kinda touched on by the da2 combat point but let me do close combat damage with the staff

no multiplayer. and if there is a multiplayer, dont tie it with achievements

let me fucking explore weisshaupt

(i dont think solas will be the endgame villain of da and i dont think da4 will be the last da game but still) again. for emphasis. resolve the plot points dai brought up

full-body scars and tattoo options

companions and npcs changing their opinions about things over time. eg: a pro-circle mage wanting instead for circles to be abolished after a specific side mission or a main quest decision etc

keep the multiple companion quests. and maybe change what kinds of companion quests are available further down depending on choices made in previous companion quests

please for fucks sake give us more characters of colour

let me shittalk the chantry

[heartslogos]

newfragile yellows [1028]

It was a joke. or at least, it started out as a joke. In Bull’s mind it still is a joke, but one he’s beholden to.

Bull’s got about twenty people who live at his branch of the Herald’s Rest who can and will drop everything they’re doing on the spot to talk loudly, expansively, and enthusiastically about how easy he is. He’s not. He’s got standards. But he’ll admit that his standards for going to bed with a person aren’t the same as most other’s. And going to bed with someone, in his books, doesn’t lead to a marriage. It doesn’t even lead to a good morning usually.

Sex is sex.

It’s an act contained to itself. It isn’t the start of something or the end of something or a milestone or an achievement. It’s just sex.

It can make you feel good and relaxed. It can ease off your tension and help you forget your troubles for a bit.

And for the most part his partners are down for that. No strings attached sex. No promises for the future, no expectations for something more. They get what they signed up for.

But there are other people who do expect something else. They think, for whatever reason, that they’re gonna change him or something. They’ll be so fantastic in bed he’ll be addicted or intrigued or whatever. Bull might be very good at breaking people apart but some things are beyond explanation. Bull doesn’t bother trying.

There have been instances (multiple) where he’s been approached by people he has or hasn’t slept with before and demands for dinner, or lunch, or — something. Dates. Basically.

As though he owes them his time. His effort. His attention.

That? He isn’t alright with. That? He’s never agreed to. That? He has never put on the table for anyone.

Bull says no. He always says no. And then it became like a little game for some people. Who can make the Qunari fall in love. Who can domesticate him and make him their partner?

It got to a point where it was genuinely interfering with Bull’s business.

Grim came up with it. Bull’s the guild master for the Chargers, he runs an Inquisition branch of the Herald’s Rest. If someone wants something from Bull, wouldn’t it make sense that they had to earn it?

Make it a quest.

If someone wants to date Bull — for whatever reason — then they have to prove themselves first. He’s the Iron Bull. Why would he make things easy? Why should he just date anyone? He’s a high ranking adventurer in a high ranking post with the highest ranking guild alliance in southern Thedas.

Bull had initially thought just putting up on the quest board would be the end of it. He didn’t think people would actually try it.

The three parts had been his idea. Three is a traditional number. It’s a good story. It’s a good pace. Part one would be easy enough. Gather herbs for his blend of vitaar. It saves him time and money.

Part two would be much harder. That one would be harder to pull off if you weren’t serious, if you weren’t trying, if you didn’t really want it —

Get one stone’s worth of fade touched hide. Whole. Intact. It didn’t have to be processed or turned into anything — but it had to be whole. It could be multiple hides. But they all had to be perfect.

That one’s harder to do. That one’s more dangerous.

He’s only had a handful of people pass that bar.

And all of them did it on purpose.

“Are you kidding?” Bull asks as he watches Skinner and Aclassi struggle to put away the giant hide of a fade touched Great Bear. “Those don’t even come around here.”

“Nah, they sometimes come over the mountain,” Aclassi grunts as they heft the thick hide onto a wooden table to begin the thankless job of preparing it for processing. “This one’s a good one. Fattened up a little after spring thaw. Must not be very old, not much by the way of scars.”

Bull doesn’t need to get closer to check it. He can tell from here. The person who did this knows their way around a knife. It’s a perfect job. No tears, no snags, no jagged cuts.

“Who was it?” Bull asks.

“Ellana Lavellan,” Skinner says. She glances over her shoulder, eyes glittering with amusement. “It was an accident this time, as well.”

“What?” Bull’s eye narrows. First one he can excuse for an accident. This one? “No.”

“Yes,” Aclassi says. “She came in to collect the reward for a different quest. Then she asked if we buy and process hides here and what our rates were. Said yes. Pulled this out. I think Dalish choked so hard she turned purple. Had to get Stitches to come up front to process the payment.”

“Did she get payment for the quest?”

“Yeah. Explained it to her that she could get the rewards for that one, too, since she technically qualified. Since the reward was just a voucher for a meal and a free room for the night she took it.”

“She’s still here?” Bull asks, halfway turned towards the door to go to the front of the guild hall and track down this adventurer so he can finally see her face.

“Nope,” Aclassi pops the syllables obnoxiously. More obnoxious than usual. Prick. “Took it and said she’d use it later. She has another job to do and she wanted to pop by, restock, and get going. Busy busy. I bet she’s going to advance in rank soon. That’d make her — what. Skinner, was she B rank?”

“Rocky pulled her records,” Skinner says as she runs her hand through a tangle of fur on the hide to straighten it out, “She’s upper B. I wager she’ll probably hit rank A by the end of the year if she keeps at a steady pace.”

Skinner smirks. “That’s qualify her for part three, wouldn’t it?”

Bull glares at the two of them.

“She isn’t doing it on purpose. She isn’t going to do part three.” Bull turns to find Grim and see if he knows where Skinner’s stashed the records she had pulled. Maybe he should write to Leliana. “And ship that thing off to de Fer for handling. We owe her for that exchange a few months ago and I don’t want that hanging over my head longer than it has to.”

[wyrmzier]

My dragon age reviews:

Dragon age origins: probably the worst of the series, all the models look the same which I suppose you cant help since it was made in 2008, uncomfortably white, like darker skin looked terrible in the way the game was rendered. The voice acting was...ok... the way they pronounced elvhen words was hilarious and sad I'm glad they changed it. Female armour looked disgusting, so much 2008 sexism for no reason. Combat wasnt too bad, just slow, multiple injury kits and health potions were annoying, took up inventory space. Boring bosses, pretty cool monster designs, super super long, it's the second longest game and it feels so so slow. Epic lore tho I loved checking out orzammer. Desire demon designs make me uncomfortable. Sex scenes the most uncomfortable and cheesiest thing I've ever witnessed 5/10 would reccomend playing if you were a diehard fan if not...dont even worry abt it

Dragon age 2: THE BEST GAME, phenomenal voice acting, same monster designs as origins but some of the npcs looked different, QUNARI WERE SO COOL the arishok was a really hard and tedious boss fight but it was still epic. Really hard battles, and good combat. Incredible banter, I loved ALL the companions. Disappointing you could only play as a human. Better armour designs, annoying you couldnt customize your companions armour. I really enjoyed the friendship/rivalry instead of the approval/disapproval system for companions. Literally the coolest boss fight I've ever done, meredith was rad. Shortest game :(, timeskips were annoying imo. I really like being able to play as a blue/purple/red Hawke, the visuals on the wheel really helped me, I dont always know if the choice I'm making is unintentionally rude until the PC actually says it out loud so that was helpful. Definitely not a new player friendly game which is sad. You were stuck in one city which was >:/ but understandable. Finding companion quests confused me, you had to bring certain companions to certain areas to trigger quests, I also thought having a non camp approach to talking to companions was annoying I'm glad they switched it back to how origins approached it. 10/10

Dragon age inquisition: probably the most beautiful game, incredible scenery and armour and npc designs, facial animation was a little odd but not as gross as origins. Very new player friendly! Epic companions and you learn more of the qunari from the iron bull. TRANS CHARACTER!!!!! companions had really confusing morals and ideas probably to assume bioware's """""grey morality""""" (like sera hating elves despite them being the little people she helps). Option to side with the templars sucked. Cullen was in there even though he SUCKS. Really fun quests tho, I loved crestwood and the winter palace. kind of a boring main plot compared to the others but what can you do, I really liked learning more abt the divine. Largest areas to explore, and longest game in the series though it doesnt feel that way. Disgustingly boring bosses and enemy designs. Combat and mechanics were so easy it was almost boring. The game feels rushed, theres loop holes and like empty words.... the trespasser dlc had such important content pertaining to the main and next game that it should have been a part of the game and not a DLC 8/10

[vvakarians]

DA 20 Questions

Tagged by @goblin-deity ! Thank you fam! If anyone wants to be tagged consider yourself tagged!

1. Favorite game of the series

Inquisition! It’s the one I started with! It’s an amazing and beautiful game. 

2. How did you discover Dragon Age? 

There was a cosplayer I used to follow here on tumblr that cosplayed as this character named Dorian, and then they cosplayed as Fenris. I looked into both characters because I really liked the designs. From there I checked out the game from the library and fell in love with DAI!

3. How many times have you played the games?

I’ve played DAI too many times to count, I can probably count on my pc, which is a handful of times, otherwise on my ps4 at least 25. DA2 I’ve completed exactly twice, played it four times. DA:O I’ve completed exactly once, but played multiple times, like three times I think.

4. Favorite race to play as?

Elves or qunari!

5. Favorite class?

I absolutely love mages, always have. In DAI I play as a necromancer or knight enchanter, in DA2 I play as a blood mage or a spirit healer. I have a harder time playing as one in Origins, but I usually play as a blood mage or an arcane warrior. Other than that I play as a Double Handed Warrior, usually a Reaver or some other scary subclass lmao.

6. Do you play through the games differently or do you make the same decisions?

In general I usually make the same choices kind of? Mostly because I can’t push myself to ally with the templars. I do edit my canons outside of the actual games, like Calliope allies with the Mages but they do end up saving the templars as well, just after they get to Skyhold. Artemaeus, my city elf who was adopted by the Dalish, sided with the mages but left the templars to fend for themselves (save for Barris who did not deserve to die). Honi, my Adaar, sided with the mages and conscripted the templars, she was pretty harsh on them but decided that both sides could benefit from coming together. In general I haven’t changed my stance on the Grey Wardens, it wasn’t their fault that Clarel had a moment of weakness in being manipulated and I couldn’t find my Inquisitors justifying anger towards them enough to banish them. With Halamshiral I can’t in any way place Celene on the throne, it’s just my personal thing. After reading Masked Empire I said nah. But if ya like her that’s cool. I don’t usually have someone drink from the Well, I considered it with Callie, but I felt that shit could go down from a Solas perspective and I was not about that angst. 

7. Go to adventuring party?

1st World State: Tauriel Mahariel /Ophelia Hawke/ Calliope Lavellan

DAO: Alistair/Zevran or Leliana/Morrigan or Wynne 

DA2 (When I need Anders): Anders/ Aveline/ interchangeable rogue

DA2 (When I need Fenris): Fenris/ Sebastian or Varric / Merrill

DAI (Base Game): Solas/ Sera or Cole/ Iron Bull

DAI (Hakkon): Dorian/ Iron Bull/ Sera or Cole

DAI (Descent): Vivienne/ Iron Bull/ Sera

DAI (Trespasser): Dorian /Iron Bull / Interchangeable rogue

2nd World State: Aviel Tabris / Valentyne Hawke / Honi Adaar

DAO: Alistair / Leliana or Zevran / Wynne

DA2: Anders (or Merrill)/ Isabela / Fenris (or Aveline)

DAI: Dorian (or Vivienne) / Sera / Iron Bull (or Blackwall)

3rd World State: Mah’Vir Surana / Sparrow Hawke / Artemaeus Lavellan

DAO: Zevran / Morrigan / Alistair (or Sten)

DA2: Fenris / Merrill (or Anders) / Interchangeable Rogue

DAI: Dorian (or Solas) / Cole or Sera / Cassandra

8. Which of your characters did you put the most thought into?

Calliope 100%, I put most of the thought into my first world state characters. Tauriel was the easiest to make and her canon hasn’t changed much, same with Ophelia, but all three of my heroes were well, well thought out. I’ve had four or five years of making them under my belt.

9. Favorite romance?

For angst, absolutely Solas. You can’t get much more angsty than that. Other than that my most favorite romance is Fenris’, he’s a character that I love greatly and as a sexual abuse survivor with PTSD I related to him a lot lmao. 

10. Have you read any of the comics/books?

I have all of the books except for Last/First Flight (?), I’m currently reading Masked Empire. I also have the World of Thedas Volume...2? And I have the first Magekiller comic.

11. If you’ve read them, which was your favorite book? 

Masked Empire for sure, it’s because I love Felassan.

12. Favorite DLC’s?

Trespasser or Jaws of Hakkon, I absolutely love the stories in both. I’m also biased towards my favorite of the series/I love killing Dragons. And Veil Quartz, I love Veil Quartz.

13. Things that annoy you?

The fandom mostly. I fucking hate some of y’all shits. I hate the lack of rep too, they did fucking great in DA2 with almost every LI being bisexual. Could have done that with DAI with the straight LI’s but, shrugs. Other than that I don’t hate it much. 

14. Orlais or Ferelden?

Orlais, it has the Emerald Graves and I love big ass trees. 

15. Templars or mages?

Is that even a question? Mages

16.  If you have multiple characters, are they in different/parallel universes or in the same one?

I have three separate world states, and then an AU with @trans-aloth . Calliope’s has at least 25 separate oc’s in it because I’m a fucking menace. Other than that they usually stay seperate. Alexx and I combined worldstates with Cianan and Callies for that AU. 

17. What did you name your pets?

I only have names for Calliopes world state pets, but I will def name the rest of the others when I play. 

Tauriel: Kili (mabari)

Cassiopeia: Ser Claws (mabari)

Merielle: Howl (mabari)

Serynn: Athena (mabari)

Fen’Asha: Pluto (mabari)

Ophelia: Willoughby (mabari)

Calliope: Bones (Deepstalker) , Enasalin (Dracolisk) 

18. Have you installed any mods? 

I did way back when I thought my computer could handle it. Still got all of them downloaded but I play primarily on my ps4 or ps3.

19. Did your Warden want to be a Grey Warden? 

Tauriel had accepted the fact that she needed to become a Warden and only was angry about it when Duncan said that it was no place for the children. She managed to convince him to let her take them however. Cassie did not want to become a Warden and fought it tooth and nail, but had nowhere else to go. Serynn had accepted it wholeheartedly, it wasn’t much of an issue. Merielle wanted to get out of the Circle but was difficult in taking the Ritual because she didn’t like the fatality rate. Fen’Asha was also in that same boat and at first saw it as another injustice. 

20. Hawke’s personality? 

Ophelia is a securely purple unless dealing with templars, then it’s Red through and through. Halcyon (their eldest sister) is a Red Hawke, Blue with her family, and Hero is a Blue Hawke, Red with templars.

21. Did you make matching armor for your companions in Inquistion? 

Yes! I usually do! I use a gold/red/black color scheme, so it involves a lot of fucking Dragon Bone. 

22. If your character could go back in time and change one thing what would it be?

Tauriel would have gone back and saved Tamlen. She would have insisted that they look for him and at the very least if they found him they would make him a Grey Warden too. If that wasn’t an option she’d make sure Evra and Krie didn’t get traumatized by the fact their father was killed by a mirror of all things. 

Ophelia would go back in time and watch their mother more closely, or perhaps ask Carver not to go to the Deep Roads with them. Leandra’s death was the hardest thing they ever had to go through aside from handing Carver over to the Grey Wardens. The estate just felt so empty without Leandra. 

Calliope would go back in time and save their best friend from being taken by the templars. But they also realize that things would have been vastly different or the both of them that way. And they also realize that they were pretty young when Isi was taken from the Clan, they wouldn’t have been able to do much. It’s just something that haunts them to this day. 

23. Do you have any headcanons about your character(s) that go against canon?

Calliope is a mage and a warrior, SO I MEAN. Calliope’s home clan is also from Orlais and their mother is a former slave from Tevinter who then went to the Kirkwall Circle after being captured in the Free Marches.Other than that they end up with a First Enchanter that’s an oc of @trans-aloth ‘s. I also have an oc that ends up with Varric, because I have a distaste for the real life Bianca. Tauriel also ends up in a poly relationship with Cassiopeia and Alistair. Other than that, Alistair, Zevran, and several other people are trans. 

24. Who did you leave in the Fade?

Stroud, all three times.

25. Favorite mount?

Dracolisk’s or any of the Harts, I love ugly boys and giant elk.

[free-the-mages]

Dragon Age questions

!!!!!!!!!!! i was tagged by the lovely @bitchesofostwick (thank you so much!!!) and i’m not tagging anyone because i’m late to this (sorry, i didn’t do it immediately when i saw it and in my usual fashion i forgot for a few days. >_>) so i know basically everyone i would tag has already been tagged. but anyway, let’s get on with it!!

p.s. this’ll be long because i ramble. ❤️

01) favorite game of the series? i’d say inquisition, probably. i rather like the character creator and the open-world feel of it. i like the gameplay of it too. it also gets bonus points because it’s the only game i know how to mod even a little, which makes me happy because i can get characters that are 100% unique to me. :]

02) how did you discover Dragon Age? Shit, nearly a decade ago i remember finding this disc for a game called Dragon Age: Origins lying around one day. it was my brother’s and i can’t remember where he said he got it, but anyway it was damaged and wouldn’t play anyway. i didn’t give a rat’s ass about it tbh. my thoughts of it went no further. it wasn’t until about three years later that my brother bought it for the 360 and i saw him play a bit and then learned that there was a character creator and I FUCKING LIVED (AND STILL DO) for games with character creators. so my happy ass started playing!!!! (that was the very first version of my Tabris, Lark!) shortly after that i purchased it for PC and the rest is history!

03) how many times you’ve played the games? I’ve completed Origins only once. I’ve started a few playthroughs, but i’ve never gotten very far. :/ oh, and i also completed Awakening once. i’ve completed DA2 i believe twice. Again, i’ve started multiple playthroughs, just never finished them all. and basically the same for Inquisition, tbh. i’ve done one playthrough without Trespasser and one with. OR i might have just loaded up the finished save and played Trespasser when i bought it. xD in any case i’ve played each game through at least once.

04) favorite race to play as? i don’t really see it as favorites? in Inquisition i’ve technically created a couple characters for each race (except a dwarf. haven’t gotten around to making a dwarf quizzy yet) but most of them are just “throwaway” characters that i make to romance people because i want to try all the romances but i can’t make every character i create into like, a character character, that exists fully in my head and outside the game. so any characters you hear about from me are ones that have really stuck out to me in one way or another. anyway the only warden i ever made that mattered any was Lark, who is of course an elf. i like them all tbh! i was rather excited about being able to play a badass qunari chick, though! (even though my first character was a human. go figure.)

05) favorite class? mage!!!!! when first played Origins i made Lark a warrior. idk for sure why, but i think it was because i didn’t want a character in the Circle. i wanted a city elf. idk why i picked warrior over rogue though. my first Hawke was a warrior. again, idk why. my second Hawke was a mage, and I. FELL. IN. LOVE. i loved the fighting animations, i loved the spells, i just…. i loved. when i finally was able to play DAI (which was a few years after it was released) my first character was a mage. again, i loved it. however, when i went back to DAO at one point and tried being a mage i was not a fan of it. i didn’t like the way it played. BUT OVERALL my favorite is definitely mage. :]

06) do you play through the games differently or do you make the same decisions each time? the same. it might be sad and pitiful, but in-game decisions give me real-world feelings and anxiety so i just make the decisions that stay in my comfort zone. :] sometimes i’m brave and try different things, but for the most part i make the same decisions.

07) go-to adventuring group? Disclaimer: if applicable, i take my LI everywhere i go. :] i honestly try to take a variety of people because i want a balanced team as much as possible. i’m also a very casual player, so i don’t use the tactical camera or like, the behavior patterns or anything. i leave everything default. so i try to mix and match and come up with a team that i feel best compliments my character’s class/abilities or whatever, without me having to babysit them or really do any work in regards to that. that AND i like to hear the different banters tbh. when i’m picking my team sometimes i’ll stop and think, “omg, what is [character] and [character]’s relationship really like??? i never take them together so i don’t know!!” so i’ll expand my horizons and take groups of companions that i don’t normally take together. that being said, I LOVE ALL THE COMPANIONS ALL THE TIME SO I DON’T PLAY FAVORITES. :]

08) which of your characters did you put the most thought into? Probably Sydnie, because she was the first game character that really developed into an OC. the first one i really wanted to try writing for. my first Inquisitor. :] she was the first (game) character that, as i was playing, i really sat and thought, “what would this living being with a soul do when presented with this situation?” instead of just clicking whatever. xD anyway, ideas just came flying at me when i thought about her. overall i feel like she’s very underdeveloped still as far as character’s go, but i love her and i’ve been thinking a lot more about her lately. i’d really love to finish writing something for her eventually. xD

09) favorite romance? oh man, idk. tbh i’ve not finished all of the romances so a part of me wants to be like, “i can’t really answer this tbh”. Lark romanced Alistair, and it was cute and i love them. (i’ve toyed with the idea of writing some stuff for them and it’d be so cute if i could actually get my ass into gear.) i really liked Fenris’s romance (and DA2 was the only game that i played through more than one companion’s romance.) and Cullen is the only one i’ve completed a romance for in DAI, though i played most of Josie’s and i’m love. :] honestly i really do feel like there really isn’t an answer from me for this one. sorry! D:

10) have you read any of the comics/books? nope. i was thinking of maybe getting The Masked Empire but i haven’t fully decided yet. i unfortunately don’t read books much these days. (i’d rather be on my comp playing games or arting or maybe reading fic!!)

11) if you read them, which was your favorite book? n/a

12) favorite DLCs? i am so fucking ambivalent wtf. seriously, people. i’m coming to learn that there are few things i have an actual feelings on either way. -___- Trespasser is the only big DLC i own and i fucking hate it. it’s great and all but i kind of cried at the end so whatever. :] but honestly i really really like the Spoils of the Qunari DLC!!!!! the antaam-saar!!!!!! (i think i spelled it right idk i’m too lazy to check please forgive me) and the mount!!!!! good stuff. i own (i think) all of the DLC for DA2 and i like them all well enough. i also own all for DAO and i like them well enough. i’ve only ever played the DAO in-game DLC as well as Awakening (meaning no Leli’s Song, no Witch Hunt, etc.) i just never got around to it. anyway, really. not really playing favorites here either. xD

13) things that annoy you. not much tbh. i suppose it’s annoying that sometimes in some games i’m sitting here like, “okay, why did my character just say these words? that wasn’t what the words that i clicked on said. ?????????”

14) Orlais or Ferelden? Ferelden! because it’s more rustic and i like that. :3 also mabaris.

15) templars or mages? mages. though i do believe there’s an argument to be had about the treatment of both groups at the hands of the chantry. but still mages. :]

16) if you have multiple characters, are they in different/parallel universes or in the same one? obviously i intend to have and OC HOF, champion, and inquisitor all in one universe. i’ve had a hard time trying to figure out which characters i want to be canon and which aren’t. i’ve also toyed with the idea of having multiple world states that act as their own individual canons, but that’s a lot of work and like… lazy. :] for a while i just figured Lark was my canon warden no canon Hawke thus far and Sydnie my canon Inquisitor. but idk.

17) what did you name your pets? (mabari, summoned animals, mounts, etc) UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM………………….. one of the mabaris in the first two games was named Charlemagne (i think my Hawke’s dogs are always Charlemagne) and i think Lark’s dog was… omg hold on i have it documented somewhere. *a few minutes later* Shawshank! Lark’s dog’s name is Shawshank.

18) have you installed any mods? yes because i’m garbage that is privileged enough to be a computer gamer and can install mods. i also really like having mods and making mods so yes. yes i install mods. :]

19) did your Warden want to become a Grey Warden? not particularly, though she didn’t mind having to leave the alienage. she’d be dead or worse if she’d stayed and also she would have attempted to run away long before shit hit the fan if she didn’t have her family to think about. she still cared for her family and she did feel some sadness over leaving them, but it was like her soul made a sigh of relief and a weight was lifted. she was truly happy to leave. becoming a Grey Warden was sort of like a not completely unpleasant side effect.

20) hawke’s personality? i don’t really have a Hawke atm but I generally tend to play blue Hawkes.

21) did you make matching armor for your companions in Inquisition? no and they should all thank the maker because every fucking one of ‘em would be in plaidweave and that’s that on that.

22) if your character(s) could go back in time to change one thing, what would they change? ugh this is too much thinking for me. why are there so many questions?!??!?!!? anyway idk. i think Sydnie would change the way she let herself react to a really bad thing that happened in the circle. because she reacted the way she did, it completely changed who she was and it takes her a long time to get herself back. sorry it’s vague but that’s just how these things go sometimes. :] Lark doesn’t really live in the past, if that makes sense? she doesn’t dwell on things enough to regret. why change the past when you can own this day???? as a certain cheeky lesbian elf apparently says maybe. :3

23) do you have any headcanons about your character(s) that go against canon? kind of, but mostly small things, and generally only things that pertain directly to my character. also i like to switch things up when it comes to romances. :] i try to take the basics of the in-game romance arc and tailor it a bit more to what i envision. or just what i want. ;D so i guess that could maybe be considered off canon, though i don’t really see the romances as canon anyway.

24) are any of your character(s) based on someone? no. not intentionally, anyway. it would take me way too long to explain my thought processes when it comes to creating characters (and this bitch is already long enough at this point) so i won’t go into details. :] so basically no, i don’t ever really set out to base characters on people. maybe subconsciously it happens? idk.

25) who did you leave in the Fade? my first playthrough was the default world state so i sacrificed Stroud because of course i did. with the custom world state i have now i sacrificed Hawke. D: because you know i’m not sacrificing Alistair!!!! especially not after he said the stuff about Lark and them being together AND I COULDN’T TAKE THAT AWAY. also it wasn’t like it was MY Hawke, because i don’t have an actual OC Hawke it was quite easy to sacrifice her because i had no real attachment to her. anyway don’t fucking ask me who i’ll sacrifice when i finally get around to actually deciding on my canons and their world state because I DON’T KNOW AND I DON’T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT. thank you. :]

26) favorite mount? i don’t use mounts much actually. i like hearing banter. that being said, i really like the way the qunari horse looks. i also like the harts and i don’t care what anyone else says i love their nails-on-chalkboard screech. fight me if you must but i said what i said. :]

THANKS SO MUCH TO ANYONE WHO READS THIS I APPRECIATE YOU LETTING ME WASTE YOUR TIME!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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I was tagged by @water-whisp

Thank you, love! And thank you for the helpful words. Confession time, friends: I have OC sharing anxiety reservations. :)

This takes a long time, so I didn’t want anyone to feel obligated to do this. BUT, if this appeals to you AT ALL, consider yourself tagged. If you do complete it please tag me <333 I would love to see them all.

                                       Your OC as a Companion

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                                            Aelyn Lavellan

Inquisitor’s Name: Aelyn Lavellan

Race / Class / Specialization: Dalish Elf, Rogue Archer, Assassin Gender Identity: Female

Varric’s Nickname for them: Archer

Short bio: Aelyn grew up in a Dalish clan with her mother, father, and younger brother. She is a gifted archer and proficient hunter. Aelyn is independent, observant, reserved, and has a very strong moral compass. She is very close with her brother, who is the clan’s first. Aelyn has never had any desire to lead, but her personality, demeanor, and her sense of righteousness make her someone others tend to follow.

What would their companion card look like?

Initial Card: (Temperance) In the forest and dressed in her hunting leathers, walking forward with her bow in front of her and an arrow knocked. She is alert and cautious.

Recruitment mission:  

When first approaching the crossroad in the Hinterlands, the party notices a three Dalish elves. Only two are armed--one an archer and one a mage--and they are protecting the third but are heavily outnumbered.

The Inquisitor and their party help defeat the rogue mages and templars, and the archer introduces herself as Aelyn. The mage is her brother Hathorn. She explains that she and her brother are escorting a healer to assist the refugees and thanks the Inquisitor for the help. They depart.

Later, if the Inquisitor completes any of the requests to assist the refugees at The Crossroads, Aelyn will approach the party again. She explains that her clan is relatively isolated and has avoided most danger, but between the breach and the fighting, she could no longer observe and do nothing. She acknowledges that the Inquisition is doing the same by helping the refugees, and offers to join the party.

At that point you have the choice to accept her or not. If you do not, she will still join Inquisition, however you will not hear from her again.

Where they would be in Skyhold / Haven:

In Haven, near the Inquisitor’s house.

In Skyhold, on the ramparts where you meet Hawke.

Personal quests:

Trapped by the Rifts: Aelyn receives word from her brother that multiple rifts have appeared near where her clan is camped and they are unable to flee. The clan is running low on supplies and needs assistance. She will ask the Inquisitor for help, and if they accept, are taken to the Dalish camp--Aelyn is locked into the party. As they draw close to the camp Aelyn’s brother joins them, and they fight and seal the rifts. Upon returning to Skyhold Aelyn thanks the Inquisitor, and they have the option of asking her about her brother and/or her life as an elf, as well as a flirt option. Completing this quest results in great approval. Refusing the quest will cause Aelyn to leave the Inquisition.

Hathorn’s Message: Aelyn receives another message from her brother, but it is only a map of the Storm Coast with a cave marked. It would take the Inquisitor too long to arrive, so they must select one of the advisors to complete the mission. Josephine will request local nobles send people to check the location, Cullen will send a small contingent of soldiers, and Leliana will send her spies. Selecting Josephine will cause the mission to fail, as the nobles come across a band of elves fighting Darkspawn and decide it is not worth the risk. Aelyn’s brother will be lost. Selecting Leliana or Cullen results in allies arriving in time to assist the elves, but Darkspawn continue to escape from a breach in the cave and require additional assistance immediately. Save Hathorn from Darkspawn operation becomes available.

Save Hathorn from Darkspawn (unavailable if Hathorn’s Message is completed by Josephine): The Inquisitor’s party (Aelyn is locked in) ventures to the Storm Coast to rescue Hathorn’s group. He and his party have active health bars and will die should their health run out, so the Inquisitor and party must fight strategically in order to keep Hathorn and his party alive. After fighting a number of Darkspawn, a mage in the party can seal the tunnel that they our pouring out of, ending the fight. If Hathorn is killed in the fighting, Aelyn is distraught and will leave the Inquisition temporarily to mourn. If Hathorn survives, she will insist on returning with him to their clan temporarily as many lives were lost and she wishes to mourn with her people. Upon returning to Skyhold, a cutscene will play where Aelyn returns and thanks the Inquisitor for their help, regardless of the outcome, but if Hathorn has died she will be decidedly withdrawn. Completion of this quest results in great approval if Hathorn survives.

How to get their approval/disapproval:

Aelyn has a strong sense of righteousness and will slightly approve of anything that helps the less fortunate or the oppressed. She also slightly approves of any questions an Inquisitor asks getting to know her or the Dalish. She slightly disapproves of needlessly aggressive dialogue options, and will greatly disapprove of any Sit In Judgement quest where execution or Tranquility is selected. Aelyn greatly approves of you allying with Briala and helping the Dalish or allying with the elvhen at the Temple of Mythal. She is also supportive of spirits and mages.

Break down of her Approval Ratings for Major Missions:

Fate of the Mages Conscript: Disapproves Ally: Greatly Approves

Fate of the Templars Disband: Slightly Disapproves Ally: Slightly Approves

Inquisitor’s Lead: A Dwarf/Elf/Qunari Stands for us all: Approves Example as a Mage: Slightly Approves For Faith: Greatly Disapproves For Order: Approves For What’s Right: Greatly Approves To Stop Corypheus: Greatly Approves For Personal Power: Greatly Disapproves For Vengeance: Slightly Disapproves

Fate of the Wardens Exile: Disapproves Ally: Approves

Ruler of Orlais Gaspard: Disapproves Briala: Greatly Approves Celene: Greatly Disapproves Reunite: Slightly Approves Spare Everyone: Slightly Approves Arrest Florianne: Approves Save Celene: Neutral Kill Celene:  Neutral

Abelas Alliance Ally: Greatly Approves Reject: Greatly Disapproves Drink from the Well: Non-Lavellan Inquisitor Drinks: Disapproves Lavellan Inquisitor Drinks: Greatly Approves Morrigan Drinks: Disapproves

Are they romanceable?

Yes. She is a little surprised by a flirtatious quizzy at first, but after establishing loyalty she responds positively. As approval rises she begins to open up more to display a sly sense of humor and unshakable loyalty. Aleyn is heterosexual and open to relationships with any race.

Can you have sex with them?

Yes, and she is sex positive, but is also perfectly content in a relationship with an ace partner. Her romance is one based more on mutual respect and support than on physical intimacy.

Aelyn falls on the demisexual range, so sex is a private and emotional investment for her.

Are they open to polyamoury?

No. She is non-judgmental about this fact, but she would be unhappy in a polyamorous relationship.

If they can be romanced and are not, will they begin a relationship / relationships with other character(s)? If so, who?

Yes. As both of them are inquisitive and independent, Aelyn and Solas develop a friendly relationship rather quickly. Upon arriving to Skyhold their relationship deepens and they begin a romance. After Solas leaves Aelyn is heartbroken, but stays with the Inquisition.

Who are they friendly with?

Aelyn is relatively friendly with everyone, but becomes closest to Solas, Varric, Cole, and Dorian

Who do they dislike?

A hardened Leliana, Bianca, Vivienne, Morrigan, Sera (she and Sera eventually develop a strong friendship, but Sera’s treatment of Cole and dismissal of all things “elfy” creates a lot of animosity early on)

Companion card changes: (use a text descrip. if you have no images)

Loyalty: (Judgement) Aelyn is in profile mid-leap, bow drawn and aimed. Her hair is caught in the wind and she has the hint of a smile on her lips. Beams of gold radiate from the tip of her arrow.

Loyalty Alternative: (The World Reversed) Signalling Aelyn’s disappointment in failing to bring positive change, she retreats into the forest. She is flanked by two trees that twist toward each other to form a circle with her in the middle. Her bow is on her back and she is hooded, looking back over her shoulder one final time.

Romanced: (Knight of Cups) Aelyn sits on a rock near a stream. She is smiling, with one hand clutching a white flower over her heart, the other reaches toward you to join her. The moon is overhead and reflected in the stream.

Side Missions:

Dragon Hunter: Aelyn takes great pride in being a hunter, but never dreamed she would ever encounter a dragon. Slay a dragon with Aelyn in the party. 

Opinions on mages / templars / how the world is going to shit?

Aelyn strongly believes that mages should be free, which is one of the reasons she and Vivienne do not get along well. She is initially distrustful of Templars, but Cullen and Cassandra help her to see that they are not all bad, and they give her hope that they can change for the better.

Aelyn is proudly Dalish, but quick to admit that she does not worship any gods. She worries about the future of her people, and their ability to find a peaceful path in Thedas. She is terrified for all of the things going on in the world that she cannot control, but after joining the Inquisition feels more confident that they can make things better.

Something guaranteed to make them leave the party:

Refusing to help her brother and clan on her personal mission; approval rating getting too low; the Inquisition being used as a force of oppression

Special Events:

Imprisoned at Redcliffe: How is your Inquisitor holding up in Redcliffe, being slowly infected with red lyrium over the course of a year?

She is furious and broken, enraged that she can do nothing from her cell. When the Inquisitor arrives she believes she has finally gone mad.

At the Winter Palace: Does your Inquisitor enjoy the party, any special events with them at the Palace?

The Winter Palace is complicated for her. She enjoys people watching, and excels at the Game, but hates to play. She is very intrigued by Briala and believes Briala may be the best option for the future of her people.

If romanced, you will be able to share a kiss on the balcony.

In the Fade: Your Inquisitor’s reaction upon entering the Fade? Archdemon’s taunt, and Inquisitor’s response? Epitaph on their grave?

She will panic and detach a bit in order to keep herself from full-blown terror. If Solas is in the party, she will depend on him. Once she takes a moment to get her emotions in check, she will be deathly quiet and go into hunting mode: senses on high alert and arrow knocked and ready.

Her epitaph would say: ‘Unwanted’

The Nightmare will taunt Aelyn and state that her loved ones wouldn’t notice if she were gone, and would actually be better off without her. If her love interest is in the party, Nightmare will specifically state that they are bored by her, and are only with her out of convenience. She will not respond, but her love interest will (or has the option to, if she is romanced by the Inquisitor)

Trespasser: What is your Inquisitor up to two years after Corypheus’ defeat? Any special events with them over the events of Trespasser?

Aelyn never stops loving Solas, but does not search for him. She does not return to her clan, feeling more at home with the Inquisition and the family she’s created there. If alive, her brother will eventually join the Inquisition as well.

During Trespasser she is excited that the group is coming together again, but very concerned over the future of the Inquisition, and that the Inquisitor’s mark is getting worse. If she romanced Solas she will be overwhelmed when he reveals himself. She makes the hardest decision of her life to stay with the Inquisitor rather than flee to find him on her own. But if the Inquisitor vows to stop Solas by killing him, her decision to stay with the Inquisitor becomes motivated by deceit, as she decides the best way to protect Solas is to know the movements of the Inquisition.

Other Major Events: Any other major events that happen with them over the course of the main game?

Aelyn and Cole become very close, and she will join you on Cole’s personal quest to becoming more human or more spirit-like. She will not approve or disapprove of either option, but will disapprove of the Inquisitor referring to Cole as a demon. Once his personal quest is complete, they can often be found together in Aelyn’s normal spot on the ramparts.

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Companion Asaaranda

Name: Asaaranda 

Race / Class / Specialisation: Qunari Warrior Berserker and Reaver

Gender Identity: Female

Varric’s Nickname for them: Stormy

Short bio: Here

What would their companion tarot card look like?

Recruitment mission: Capturing lightning

How do you get it? When you first get to Val Royeaux after your confrontation with the chantry clerics you will find a group of guards and ladies gossiping. “I told you this place had gone to the dogs” “First the Grand Duke lets that Ox set up shop in his city now (insert derogatory term fitting Inquisitor here) heretics are claiming to start an inquisition!”

A Dwarf walks past them “Talk talk talk and you people still have no idea what's going on.” She walks past them to the Herald “I'm Veronica Varen With the Silverite Smithery in Verchiel ran by Asaaranda head armorer of Verchiel. We have a business proposal for you inquisition folks.  You'll have to come by Verchiel to get in on it though. Moving house is too dangerous in this climate without a solid promise. See you lot when ya do!”

Where? Her recruitment mission takes place in Verchiel.

Description: You come into Verchiel a prosperous city under duke Gaspard. It aesthetically seems to have a heavy leaning towards military power than ornamentation. When you come to the forge you see a tall Qunari woman arguing with some Templars. As you approach you hear the woman say “I've already told you. You can pick up the commissions I've finished and have your investment back on the ones I haven't but I'm not making weapons for either side until this whole mess is cleared up.” The Templars shake their heads and walk off with a cart, a horse, and some weapons.

Where they would be in Skyhold / Haven:

At Haven, they can be found wandering between the mounts and the armory.

In Skyhold she can be found in the blacksmith. She expresses her delight at having a place for herself away from Harret's scrutiny. You can also find Lorin and Veronica wandering around there once you finish her quest.

Getting to know them: in her first couple conversations, you can get to know about her time under the Qun and why she left.

Starting Tarot: The tower- her starting card shows her facing away from a falling Qunari fortress.

Personal quests:

Quest 1: The cry of my people

Quest 2: Forged by storm

Quest 3: Roaring thunder

Small side mission: The cry of my people

Asaaranda asks you if you would be willing to help Vashoth as they are being used as scapegoats in this time full of hysteria. In this mission, you have to find and defend Vashoth being attacked by various people in Crestwood and the hinterlands.

After you get the people down to a low hp there is an option to finish them or try and reason with them. (Does not always guarantee the won't just keep taking and have to be killed anyway)

Asaaranda approves of killing them and highly approves of trying to reason with them. Companion quest: Forged by Storm Asaaranda will mention that here is a lack of sophisticated tools at her disposal and that she misses her old forge.

It will also give the option to contact her old crew through the war table which will allow you to go and visit them again reopening her recruitment area. They express interest in where she is now and say that they miss her and things aren't working the same without her even if the pay she sends home is great. You can either ask them for advice or invite them over. (If you invite them they stay here rather than in Val Royeaux and that will grant major approval)

This will unlock a mission to collect stormheart to use in a Skyhold upgrade for her that will give a larger forge and an updated lyrium forge for the tranquil to make more advanced runes.

The effects will be seen on the field. The camps will now have weapon racks and some soldiers will be equipped with enchanted weapons. (Here companions will invite themselves to Skyhold regardless) Tarot card change: her tarot changes to the star. It shows her forging on an anvil as water flows from her work into a pool.

Romance quest: Roaring thunder

Asaaranda's romance quest is opened after you have flirted with her multiple times and you have gained enough approval.

If you have flirted and managed to gain her approval she will approach you in your quarters. She’ll tell you that one of the “Bas” traditions she had encountered as she left Pa Vollen and traveled through Rivain is the lover's knot. A braided thin cord with two round knots that hold a cutting of the lover's hair intertwined. (She mentions that eyelashes are used as a substitute in case of baldness) Cut into two pieces and wrapped around the lover's wrists. The search ability will alert you of an item to be found. After searching you will find a cutting of her hair left on your bedside table.

Should you accept you will need to get gurgut webbing to create the lover's knot. And then you can invite her out, you will meet her in the Gazebo in the chantry gardens and give her the gift. Tarot card change: Courage shows her in a flowing dress walking side by side with a Tiger towards a green light with a hand reaching out.

How to get their approval: Straightforward decisions and following through, helping the needy, respecting other traditions, fighting dragons and wyverns, Siding with Briala through Gaspard or just Gaspard

How to get their disapproval: If you say you will do one thing and then do another, claiming to be the Herald, disrespecting people's beliefs and sacred grounds, Siding with Celine

Are they romanceable? Yes

Orientation: Bisexual, likes Non-binary and Female partners.

If you are smaller than her you’re cute. If she likes your personality a lot your attractive and if you can kick ass you’re hot.

Race gate: No race gate

If they can be romanced and are not, will they begin a relationship/relationships with other character(s)? If so, who?

If Leliana was not romanced and is softened Asaaranda will express interest in her and there may be some rumors of courtship happening but Leliana keeps it quiet for the most part. The inquisitor has the choice to encourage and help this pairing or dissuade Asaaranda.

If those conditions are not meet or the inquisitor dissuades her, Asaaranda will begin a romance with Veronica and they will be married in trespasser.

Who are they friendly with?

Cassandra is a close friend, she finds a familiar comfort in her presence and they enjoy the same pass times (yes that includes books)

Varric’s stories become a great escape during even the most grueling of missions and she offers her own back.

Though you might not expect it Vivienne’s Wisdom on magic is greatly valued during this time as she tries to learn more on the subject but is also assured safety as she learns

She respects Blackwalls honor and dedication. She finds his presence to be warm and doesn't mind spending time with him even if just in silence. Her opinion of him does not change after revelations.

Iron Bull (conditional read below) She tries to help him learn how to be a true Tal-Vashoth and the find they have much in common through this.

Who do they dislike?

They dislike The Iron Bull until after his personal quest IF made Tal-Vashoth (then she will become good friends with him). If reaffirmed as a Qunari she refuses to speak to him and avoids him as much as she can.

Sera She doesn't understand how she thinks. If she fights for the “little people” why does that not seem to include those discriminated against like the Dalish, Mages, and those of different religions just because you don’t agree with or like them. She also finds her disrespect infuriating. It doesn't matter if you believe something different, be kind.

Solas’ way that he uses magic and thinks that his casualness should be normal sets her edge. She manages to stand him for the most part. And can be convinced to be more amicable with him.

Mages, Templars, Other?:

Asaaranda will vouch for the Templars as a stronger military force and will admit she knows little to nothing about mages but is wary of it. Regardless of choice, she will give Great approval for free allies and Disapproval for them chained.

Something to make them leave the party: An alliance with the Qun will cause a scene where she will want to leave. Her personal quest will have to be completed and you have to have extremely high approval in order to get her to say.

Special Events:

Imprisoned at Redcliffe: How is your companion holding up in Redcliffe, being slowly infected with red lyrium over the course of a year? When Asaaranda is found she speaks mainly in Qunlat and broken common. She is eager to fight and no longer fears death but instead wants a quick and worthy end.

At the Winter Palace: Does your companion enjoy the party, any special events with them at the Palace?

Asaaranda stays in the trophy room and has a few comments on people whose ornamental weapons and metal works she made. She fiercely supports Gaspard or Briala being put into power behind him. There is a dance scene with her if you are romancing her.

In the Fade: Your companion’s reaction upon entering the Fade? Archdemon’s taunt, and Inquisitor’s response? Epitaph on their grave?

Asaaranda is stoic but a bit freaked out about the place. She checks to make sure everyone is ok and immediately urges to find a way out as quickly as possible.

Asaarandar will mention that the fearlings look like ben-hassrath when the inquisitor brings up the “spiders”.

Her tombstone says “Qamek”

Trespasser: What is your companion up to two years after Corypheus’ defeat? Any special events with them over the events of Trespasser?

Asaaranda has opened a business on the outskirts of the Val Royeaux market. Her now bolstered reputation has made this possible. (More to add later if I feel like it)

Fighting Style

Asaaranda is a Reaver and a Berserker. Her attacks focus on doing as much damage as quickly as possible.

[kierarutherford]

10 Questions Ask Meme

Rules:Answer 10 questions and then come up with another 10 questions for the people you tag!

Was tagged by @princessvicky01​ so let’s keep this rolling

Favorite small town? Real or fictional. - I live in a small town, and have lived in many but none have ever been a favorite. SO I suppose I would love to check out the small town of Honnleath (pre-darkaspawn)

Video game or DLC you’re most looking forward to right now? (sans DA4) - I have yet to purchase it and it haunts my dreams. I am aiming to get my hands on the Witcher DLCs. 

Favorite fictional world? (i.e.: Middle Earth, Thedas, etc.) Why? - to be fair I have two. One would have to be Thedas as I it holds my OCs and a special Commander. The second would have to be Witcher’s world (don’t remember what the whole place is called. TOO many city/towns to name.) Great, indepth lore and creatures.

Where/what was the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had? If you don’t drink coffee, what’s the best meal you’ve ever head? - Best cup, uh... I have never had a “best” cup of coffee anywhere out but the morning back home after my daughter was born. The first sip of freshly brewed coffee brought to me, while holding my little girl. That may be the best sip ever.

Where/when do you do your best daydreaming?   When I lay in bed. I daydream myself to sleep. Putting myself in the shoes of my OCs and trying to figure out how they would react. There is a tiny piece of me in each of them. 

Favorite TV show right now? I don’t really watch a lot of tv. Right now I’m addicted to Live PD (probably only in countries with A&E)

Is your canon Inquisitor reluctant about their power, or do they embrace it full-force, or something in-between? Kiera takes the reigns as she was a First to her clan and much was always expected of her. It is simply a tool to aid those in need. Diana- she hated it. Her personal “night light” she called it many times. Trying to deflect the horror and personal irritation. Hyacinth - she was unsure of it but as long as she can heal and help, she makes due.

What’s the best purchase you’ve ever made? I shop on bargains all the time. So I really can’t pin point that one awesome score. I would say my proudest was netting a $45 sweater for my daughter (in-store) for $4.99. I do love hunting through clearance racks.

Favorite or go-to clothing brand/designer/store? I am not loyal to any brand per say. I sale hunt. I prefer to hunt at Old Navy currently but the winds may change.

Are there any popular TV or video game character arcs that really bother you? How would you change them, if you could? - The one that stuck with me over the years was the ending arc of Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time. There was SOO much room to do something there and they did a hack ending (in my opinion.) Played it multiple times and it always stuck with me. (Also my first -he should have totally gotten the girl- grumble fest) 

@fereldenpeach questions

If you could trade places with a fictional character for a day, who would you pick and why? - Diana Trevelyan. She’s tough, quick witted and scandalous. She knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to do whatever she has to to get it. Her relationship with Cullen is deep and runs on lewd at times. I envy her free spirit and openness.

What’s your favorite vacation memory? - Too many. We always made a trek to visit my grandparents as a child and those moments (while colourful) always stuck with me. 

What’s your go-to alcoholic beverage? Don’t drink? What’s your favorite smoothie or milkshake? If I drink (I do enjoy a good drink- perhaps too often) I like coolers or my mix. Ginger ale, grapefruit juice and Canada Club whiskey. Extra ice. I’m an ice chewer

When did you have your first kiss? I was fourteen, he was my first boyfriend and it just happened. I do remember it being a wondrous moment. All teeth, tongues and lips. He was more experienced than I, and it was grand. 

Who was your first fictional crush and why? lol so totally nerdy! I was in love with Link from Legend of Zelda and Carth Onasi from Knights of the Old Republic. I wrote a HUGE fanfic (printed in a book in my closet today). It has never seen the light of day lol 

What’s your favorite Dragon Age mod that you use? Don’t use mods? What’s your favorite outfit from the game’s options? - I have to admit I love the Spoils of the Qunari, wrap thing. lol I made my own in several colours down in the Undercroft.

What (or who) was the gateway to joining the DA fandom on Tumblr? I don’t really know? I was creeping around the internet, dying for more Cullen things when I stumbled upon @khirsahle​ amazing fic and I believe there was a mention somewhere of a tumblr. So I boldly decided I wanted to write, and get on this tumblr and find my like minded Cullenites and bask in the delicious man. 

Name three things you absolutely can’t live without and tell us why. ah hard one. I am a travel light person. 1 - my phone, it is my day planner, alarm, watch, contacts to my parents, camera, etc. 2- Comfy runners. I have terribly sensitive feet and wear shoes all the time. Without them I’d have horridly sore feet. 3 -caffeine. I drink anywhere from half a pot of coffee to a full pot of tea a day. My tea pot is a 12 cup size lol. I’m a mom of 3. I NEED caffeine.  

When did you first start playing Dragon Age? Which game did you start with and have you played all of them?  I have been here since the beginning in Dragon Age addictive hell. I played the first, it’s dlc, then Awakening, then 2, it’s DLC and now Inquisition and it’s DLC. I actually had to create room on my xbox to play Origins because I had over 38 saved characters. Wiped them all out and repeated that 3 more times. lol Of those play throughs I only romanced Zevran once. All others were Alistair.

What’s a project you’re really proud of? Where Flowers Dare to Bloom. It has hurt me and healed me in so many places. It has been a personal healing tool and the next couple chapters are currently cleansing my soul.

Here are @princessvicky01​ 10 :

1) What was your first pet? If you’ve never had one is their one you would like? My first pet. He was a terrier/poodle/rescue thing. Benji. Loved him till he passed of old age when I was 9. Amazingly well tempered and awesome dog.

2) If you could only replay one game forever, what game would it be? lol that is my life. I literally play games to their disk death. If I was cursed to a single game. I’m picking Dragon Age Inquisition. To forever romance and marry Cullen, please. 

3) What was/is your favourite subject at school?Why? History. I loved it. Especially ancient history. Eqyptian history, medieval history. All of it. Myths and legends. I adored it all.  

4) Do you prefer to be too hot or too cold? I can’t handle heat, so I’d have to say I’d rather be too cold. 

5) Do you have any hobbies? If not is there any you want to try? This is kinda a hobby I suppose. I am a terrible starter to things that I never finish. It is a horrid habit that I do way too often. I crotchet, I knit, I sing (lol fairly well too), I used to play in photoshop, games, play baseball.. I’m everywhere and no where.

6) Whats your favourite restaurant/eat out food - Italian, Chinese, Mexican ect I love Italian. Pasta. I am addicted to pasta. Fetticine Alfredo, spaghetti and marinara sauce. Yes please.

7) Mages or Templars? Why? Mages. To be sent away from family at such young ages, forced into a stone prison. It’s heart breaking. All because they are different. Never nullified the Circle in any play throughs. I can’t kill children just because they can hold fire in their palms. Teach them, let them live and let them help!  

8) Favourite film/movie genre? I’m not a film person really. I do watch the occasional movie but again I’m all over the place. Favourite of all time; Robin Hood- Men in Tights. A Mel Brooke’s picture. 

9)  Whats your spirit animal/daemon aka the one that represents your personality? A bear. Quite literally lol. Loyal to family, extremely protective and I’ll rip your arms off and feed you to my kids if you mess with them. 

10)  Cullen Rutherford shows up at your house. What do you say/do? Seriously... depending on the situation, I have no idea. I mean, I think we all know what we dream about but reality wise... I honestly don’t know. 

After a mile of questions. Here are mine now lol:

1- Drink lyrium become a Templar or grip a staff and become a Mage. Once you pick you cannot go back. Choice and why?

2- If you could meet anyone of your followers/readers/people you follow, who and why?

3- Dream Cullen date, go!

4- Do you believe readers should comment on your writings? Or are likes/kudos enough?

5- If you had an hour to sit with your favourite character creator from any game, how would you use that time?

6- If you could cosplay one character, who and why?

7- When you sit to write, what is your must haves to work? Coffee/tea, a song, tv in background, what’s your must have thing?

8-Do you follow any of the prominent writters out there? Steven King? R.R Martin? J.K. Rowling? If so, who and why? If not, who would you love to sit and chat with?

9- What time do you feel is the best for your writing? How long do you write for?

10- If you could make one wish come true, but for only one full day, what would you wish for?

Tagging @daisytje @angyvalentine @dorianofminrathous @omnipotentoverlord @queenmelisende @ma-sulevin

[iimmcrtalis-archive]

   For Full Story & Possible Choices, please check out This Page.  For this post, I’m going with default choice. ( Conscription & Saving Amaranthine )

After the murder of two of her clansmen at the age of 14, Fenrian exiled herself from her clan and left the Dalish life behind. After three years of traveling alone, a year of it spent fighting off darkspawn and protecting people from the Blight, she found her way to the Grey Wardens in Amaranthine. Unfortunately, she was untrusted in the region and captured by locals as an ‘apostate and savage dalish.’ 

   While it wasn’t her exact plan to become a Warden in such a way, she was accepting of being judged by the Warden Commander & Arl of Amaranthine. The judgement: Conscription into the Warden’s. But, she would be a Warden Prospect. Kept under the watchful eye of fellow wardens and the commander, she would prove her worth. 

  And so she did. 

     During the attack on Vigil’s Keep, Fen helped defend those there while the Warden dealt protected the city. In the chaos, she was injured critically and became tainted. When the battle subsided, and they looked for survivors, they found her. Missing one of her arms, and fading fast, she was given the option to partake in the Joining. 

       From then she became Warden Suledin.

    In the Qunari siege of Kirkwall, Suledin is seen with the Wardens. While they don’t help with the battle outside of their own means, Suledin leaves the Champion & her friends with gifts to help. And wishes them the best of luck. 

   In between the years, she spends most of her time recruiting apostates and elves from both clans & the cities. With time she earns ranks in the order, acting as one of the senior members of the Fereldan Wardens. When the order began to shift, she and the other senior wardens at the time, spoke out against the use of blood magic. While she herself heard no calling, she could see its affects on her fellow wardens.  There was little she could do but argue in it’s falseness. There was something going on bigger than them, and she planned to help stop it. 

   After the Conclave, she went on the run with her senior warden. Splitting up would make it easier to track them. While her friend waited for Hawke in the Crestwood, she made her home in the Stormcoast.  She can be recruited long before the story requires the Warden’s help.  the Inquisitor will be able to find her while tracking Blackwall’s Quest, Memories of The Grey. When searching the camps, they will note that there’s been recent use of the camps. And whoever was there isn’t too far away. 

   Once they find her, she remarks that she’s surprised anyone found her considering they’re not really supposed to know where those camps are. But, since she has been found, she’ll offer up her services to the Inquisition. Telling them she’s awaiting contact from a friend, and working with someone who glows might make it a bit easier to find her. 

      Depending on the choice by the Inquisitor, she can become an Agent or Companion. 

           • As an agent she’ll tend to work with both Cullen’s men &/or The Chargers.. With her it makes it easier to escort and help refugees as well as dig through ruins. For Elven inquisitors, it’ll help with finding elvhen artifacts. 

     As a companion, she’ll be another mage in the arsenal. Her specialization is Keeper, a specialization that utilizes the ground around her. How long she stays, much like Blackwall, is up to the choices made by the Inquisitor in Here Lies The Abyss.        • Left Behind - Stays in the fade instead of Hawke or the Warden        • Exiled - Can stay with the Inquisition, unless the Warden is left behind.        • Joined - Stays with the Inquisition with less tension. 

  When the Inquisition draws closer to its end, Suledin gets a bit more riled up and aggressive about things. Her change is based more on finally ending and saving her Order. As well as taking it as a chance to redeem the Wardens of their mistakes. In the Temple of Mythal, however, this aggressiveness is pointed at the guardians. Specifically Abelas. In this verse, Suledin will not step forward as a suggestion to take the Well. The offer itself is amusing to her, making her laugh. She has an expiration date, and it’d be a waste on her. Even if the world ends soon, she’s going to be dead before then.         She does approve of the Inquisitor taking it themselves over Morrigan. 

  With Corypheus defeated, the warden stares at the night sky. A smile upon her face as she looks at the stars, counting them, naming them. When footsteps disturb this, she turns to the Inquisitor with a sad smile. She says her goodbyes, as she’s sure she won’t see them in the morning. After the party, she’s gone. Left late into the night according to the guards. Left a present for the Inquisitor though. A small pin with a griffon on it. 

  In the events of Trespasser, she again joins the group.         [will update on trespasser shit after i play it ]

STATS:

Name: Fen, later Suledin or Rosal’nan Nicknames: Fen, Sul/sully, Rosa Titles: Da’Fen Age: 27 Birthday:  Drakonis 19th Gender: Female ( dmab ) Sexuality: Pansexual │ demiromantic Birthplace: Unknown. Residence: Thedas. Relatives:               • N/a.

Height: 5'2" Weight: 140lbs Character’s body build: Curved, muscular. Eye Color: Emerald green. Hair Color: Dark red. Type of hair: Very thick. Hairstyle: Version Dependent  Complexion and skin tone: Freckled & medium brown Scars: Multiple facial scars. Deep scar across her throat. Mannerisms: Tends to not carry much regard for social ques. Speaks very bluntly. Quick to anger as she gets older.  Usual Body Posture: Back straight, arms crosses. Leaning weight to one side. Vallaslin: Mythal Complete, Blackwork version.  Tattoos:         • Elvhen for Freedom on her right wrist.        • Elvhen for Justice on her left wrist.        • Half completed Mythal branches down her throat, over her shoulders & chest.         • Bow & Arrow on her side. 

SKILLS:

Specializations: Keeper & Battlemage │ Arcane Warrior / Knight Enchanter Favored Spells:     Awakening -  

Entropy:  • Sleep + Nightmare                 • Mass Paralysis

Spirit: • Death Syphon           • Telekinesis Spells

Creation: • Mass Rejuvenation                  • Regeneration                  • Heoric Defense                 • Haste

Primal: • Inferno             • Earthquake              • Blizzard             • Tempest             • Chain Lightning

Arcane: • Arcane Shield              • Elemental Mastery               • Time Spiral              • Repulsion Field

   Inquisition: Passives not included in this list **

Inferno: • Immolate             • Wall of Fire

Spirit: • Barrier          • Mind Blast          • Revival

Winter: • Fade Step              • Wall of Ice              • Blizzard

Storm: • Chain Lightning             • Energy Barrage              • Static Charge              • Static Cage

COMPANION CODEX  • PAGE         **both are currently under heavy construction.

[ramblinganthropologist]

Marry You: Omake

Because Social Media is so great for bringing people together.

Summary: Cherche Mahariel just got engaged. Her son is more than happy to let their friends know. (Extra content to Marry You) Pairing: Cherche Mahariel x Sten, Miris Tabris x Zevran Arainai, Cahel Mahariel x Alistair Theirin. Setting: That Modern Dragon Age AU Word Count: 1704

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“Well, that takes care of that.”

Cherche had just closed the door to her room, leaving Cahel free to get back to work. He had a mountain of paperwork from the first Warden waiting for him on his desk, and reports of darkspawn in the area – that were probably just mangy wolves at this point – to send some scouts out on. The former could wait thanks to the fact the old codger hadn't gotten with the concept of email yet – gods bless pigeon mail – and the latter he could send a few green Wardens out on. The afternoon would be annoyingly slow, but productive.

“I'm way too young to be doing bullshit like this.” He rubbed the back of his neck, still not entirely used to finding stubble there instead of hair. The top portion of his undercut was coming in nicely, but he still found himself surprised at the sensation. “Should've made Miris do it after all.”

Cahel sighed as he started to turn the corner, but stopped as his ears twitched. Somewhere, nearby if the frequency was a hint, someone was playing music. Pop, if the beat he was tapping out on the floor meant anything. The lyrics took a little longer, but soon they were playing, somewhat faded, into his ears.

It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do...

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you...

Eyes wide, the first thing he did was run straight back to the door. There was no doubt about origins of the sound, he was standing right in front of it. He backed up ever so slightly and made a grab for his leggings pocket to find his phone.

Commander Squirt: OH MY GODS

Commander Squirt: SHE'S ACTUALLY DOING IT.

Commander Squirt: MIRIS GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE YOU OWE ME 5 SOVEREIGNS SHE'S ACTUALLY DOING IT.

The message was received on the training ground, where a sweaty Miris glanced back at the trainees he was currently putting through their paces. None of them had ever held a sword in their lives before, and today's lesson involved the pointy end and where to stick it. Naturally, he had plenty of time to sneak his hand into the gap between his armor and shirt to retrieve his vibrating phone.

His one good eye widened as he read the message. Cahel's annoying habit of multiple texting aside, this was big. He had been saving those five sovereigns for mead the following night. Still, it was his duty to put out the message.

He was a slower typer than the Warden Commander, but his message had further to go.

Mi Amor: ZEV SHE'S DOING IT.

“Alright, you practice on your own! The Warden Commander needs me for something.” He tossed his mace aside to make a run for the tower. If the confused recruits caught on to the happenings, they were none the wiser.

Somewhere in Antiva, as he wiped away the blood on a knife, Zevran Arainai felt his pocket vibrate. Usually he turned his phone off when it was work time, but he recognized the pattern. His lover was texting him, and that could only be something big.

“I wonder if it's something dirty.” He chuckled to himself as he unlocked his phone screen, cracked and showing off a picture of the two of them the last time Miris had visited in the fall. They made quite the pair, or so the locals had said as they eyed him appreciatively.

Zevran allowed a chuckle as he nudged the hand of his target aside while he left the alley. The dogs would find it before the police, thanks to what he had sprinkled on the corpse. Another crow had gone the way of the dodo, but he had more important things to pun on.

“Did she now? Well, a certain bard in Orlais owes me some money the next time we meet.”

With his hood down and in plain clothes underneath, he blended in perfectly with the bustling crowd of the capital city's biggest market. In fact, he had made enough time to grab a coffee from the nearby Starbucks as he sat down to type out his message.

Crow: My musical friend, I believe you owe me 2 sovereigns.

Crow: I have been informed that our dear archer had taken the plunge with her qunari lover.

Crow: Something in E major?

The message pinged inside a tavern on the Orlesian border, inside the skirt pocket of the pretty woman who had been trading board for song. She had been breaking from her set in order to relax her aching fingers in the hopes her contact would arrive soon.

'You're really bringing them in tonight, my dear.' A woman in a dark trench coat sidled up next to her at the bar. The napkin she nudged over was intercepted in a matter of seconds. 'See you at the palace next?'

'I would not miss it for the world.' Leliana knew better than to check it at the table; there would be eyes watching. However, the vibrating in her pocket drew her concern. Swapping phone for napkin, she unlocked the screen of Andraste's grace.

A smile crossed her features as she read her dear friend's message. Normally, he just gave her assassination targets. The two sovereigns would be well spent as she began to compose her latest tune about star crossed lovers finally coming together.

E major though? Forget about it. They deserved something rarer. At least, that's what came to her as she started to type out another message. There was a mage somewhere north of Orzammar who had asked her to keep her updated.

This seemed like a fairly important thing to keep her in the loop on.

Leliana: Zevran sends word; Cherche is going to give you a grandson in law.

Wynne got the message just as she was about to descend into the deepest halls of Orzammar, far beyond where cellphones would receive any message. Shale cast welcome shade upon her as she rested her staff to the side in order to find her phone in her robes. It was an old flip phone, but she had no need for the fancier kinds her younger companions preferred. Besides, it had survived being stepped on by a druffalo once.

“Do the Wardens send word?” Her large companion sounded almost concerned for a second. “They better not have died.”

The mage chuckled as she clicked onto the message. “Is that concern I hear, Shale?”

“Hardly. I just don't want them to become food for the pigeons.” The golem glanced down. “So, what do the soft ones have to say?”

Despite having crowed previously that cellphones were a waste of resources, Shale seemed to be eating  their words. Wynne would tease them about that later as she read through the words carefully. At least there wasn't text speak.

A smile crossed her face as she started to text a number in Ferelden. “My family is growing, Shale. I'm soon to have a grandson in law.”

“Ah, the archer and her Qunari. I was beginning to wonder when that would occur.”

“There's a young man in Ferelden who owes me ten sovereigns, and I intended to collect.” Giggling, she continued her message. Even though she had an older model, Wynne could still text as fast as any young person. Her clicking sounds carried on for a few seconds until she had sent the message off. “Now, shall we head down?”

“If we must.”

Scary old Lady: Alistair, I believe you owe me ten sovereigns. Cherche has proposed.

Alistair had just gotten out of a meeting with another prince from Antiva. With any luck, that one would probably be assassinated within a week's time. It was all becoming very trying to remember names, though suggesting they wear tags was out of the question. Eamon had said so with that look on his face.

So, when he got the chance to breathe, he noticed his pants pocket was vibrating. A picture of Cahel making a face at the camera on his lock screen told him he had a message. He groaned as he read who it was from, and the subject matter.

“You have GOT to be kidding me. One more week and I could've won!” He sighed. “I swear, they were in on this together.”

Still, he had time for a few messages to a certain Dalish elf to check on things. By now, his favorite contact had plenty of messages. One more wouldn't hurt.

His Hotness: Why didn't you tell me that your mother was proposing? I had 10 sovereigns on it. :c

Cahel was still at the door. Maybe twenty minutes had passed since he had sent the message to Miris; his senior warden was next to him, waiting for the happy couple to come out. He chuckled as he unlocked the screen of his dog to a group shot of them in front of the Warden mobile. I was easy to imagine his boyfriend pouting with an emoji like that.

Prince Charming: Had I know I would've told you sooner.

CJ Mahariel  sent a video to Blight Fight 30

CJ Mahariel: Check this out guys!

Cherche was still in Sten's warm embrace when her ring tone for the group chat jolted her into reality. She shook her head as a shot of her own door with a rather familiar tune started playing. Maybe she should have been embarrassed, but part of her couldn't help but be amused.

Sten didn't look too surprised as he peered over her shoulder. “So much for leaving us.”

“I heard him run back the moment the music started.” She was soon texting as well. After all, she was a mother.

Mamae: You're grounded.

The groan from behind the door was more than worth it as she put her phone away. There were plenty of other things she was interested in at the moment, and it wasn't the sounds coming from the group chat. The emojis and capslocked messages could wait for later. After all, she had a new fiance to entertain.

[nemossubmarine]

DA RP Write-up #19.1

We’re back with our Dragon Age RP. This session starts a vague-ish group of of boat-related adventuring (with multiple GM’s), which I’ll tag together, since I’ve used campaign numbers to keep stuff together before. May change the numbering at some point. Anyway, what ever did happen in this boaty adventure?

Well, it’s been a month since our meeting with the giant water creature who’s red glowing tangly thing Randy looted. Getting a second ship has meant that our crew is seriously stretched thin, so we are hoping to get to Estwatch (as it’s the closest major port city) and hire new crew. 

First there’s discussion who’ll be permanently stationed on which ship. Boshara and Randy as first mate and captain will be on Randy’s ship, similarly as Humbert and Alf will be on Alf’s. 

Cahair and Elspet are in the air, mostly because they’d like to stay together, but Randy’s ship needs a surgeon and either Elspet or Richard would be most qualified to take the position, and obviously Cahair would follow his husband. 

Boshara just straight up doesn’t want to have Richard as her doctor, so Elspet joins Boshara and Randy. 

Other officers’ mates also get promotions onto Randy’s ship (except Kustaa, who was the treasurer’s mate only bc Boshara was the treasurer). 

Randy also takes all the lyrium dealers, while Alf’s ship will remain the main station for most of the mages. 

With lyrium comes also one of the ”templars” Will Turner. 

Randy takes also Egaeaea, so he and Boshara can start making runes. 

Randy’s mom comes too. 

Merle gets a promotion to the musician of Randy’s ship. 

Which basically means, almost all dwaves follow Randy, leaving poor(?) Humbert in a ship half-filled with elves.

Our crews divided, our heroes manage to get to Estwatch, somehow. We locate a tavern, kept by a man named Mikko and ask for a side room we can do some interviews in, and if he could advertise us a bit.

The first person that answers the call of the sea slinks into the room, and introduces himself as Tat-Tan Teor. 

He looks shady as fuck, and the image is not at all tarnished by the fact that he’d like to be hired as a ”spy master” (assassin??). 

But like, what do we have to lose, sure, we’ll hire him. Not as a spy-master though, a sailor will do.

Next up is an elven woman, who  has an impressive array of knives on her belt. 

Her name is Pirre and she would like to be hired as a cook’s mate. 

Boshara asks her for her special dessert, which she says is peach sorbet with a hint of mint. 

She is also questioned on whether she can use her knives on other things, she says she can, but she always makes sure to clean the knives before cooking. 

Are mages okay? As long as they stay out of her kitchen. 

Seems good, yes? 

(Alf suspects there’s something maybe up with the woman, but doesn’t voice it, he can figure it out later)

Mikko’s advertisements don’t seem to be catching much attention, so we send Merle outside to sing the songs of the people. Or ad jingles.

Soon Merle’s song brings in a human woman.

She seems almost more interested in Merle than the actual job, asking if he’s single (as far as everyone knows, yes). 

Our heroes are about ready to hire her, when the question of mages come up, and the woman says obviously they’d need to be all locked up, that’s what you do with mages, right? 

Cahair asks what she’d do if there was a mage right in front of her, right now, someone like himself perhaps, who wouldn’t just go to a Circle. 

The woman asks if everyone’s cool with this, and Boshara says she’d complain, but Cahair has her totes mind controlled. 

The woman overturns a lamp, setting the table on fire, and flees. 

Boshara puts out the flames with her ice magic. 

Her loss I guess.

Next in saunters a man with a lil pep in his step, a man by the name of Heimo. 

Apparently he’s very keen on joining after hearing Merle’s singing. 

We question his talents, and especially regarding his fighting prowess as he is quite a large man. 

Heimo says he doesn’t fight, well, maybe once, but only once and if he dies we’ll have to pay him extra. 

This seems agreeable so Heimo is taken on board.

A final person thrown in by Merle’s song, is a woman who introduces herself as Aude. 

Cahair immediately recognizes the name, asking if she is the Aude? She says one and the same. 

Humbert questions Cahair who is Aude, and Cahair says she’s got quite a reputation in the Raider circles. 

Aude mentions, among her many exploits, having been a templar. But she quit. 

Apparently she doesn’t like templars, or at least likes mages more than templars. 

This catches Humbert’s attention, and so Aude is hired, as all templar-qualified people are needed.

Merle’s song has stopped working, especially after that woman fled the scene shouting about mages, so our heroes ask Kanuuna where to head next. Apparently it’s Arthur Whiskers’ market day, so we get our wagon and park there to hopefully get some more hopefuls.

The first person who climbs on board is a qunari with a painted face, who introduces himself as Baelias. 

He seems a tad bit confused and out of it, but says he can work as a rigger. 

Cahair says he’d be happy to take Baelias on board, but questions him first on his contacts with qunari and Tal-Vasoth. 

Apparently Baelias is from Par Vollen or there abouts, but says he wants no contact with the qunari. 

Cahair and Boshara agree to have Kanuuna talk with him first a bit before hiring him. 

Kanuuna does so, and apparently Baelias is a mage, so y’know, the kind of people we take on board. Just will have to hope there’s no trouble. We’ve had quite enough qunari trouble.

Next come a pair of folk, a male elf dressed in humble clothing and a tall woman dressed in fine armor, looking stern. 

They are Klaus & Auriane LeLoup, and they are traveling together. 

Klaus is a wood cutter from Nevarra, Auriane is a soldier from Orlais. 

Humbert switches to Orlesian and asks if he could maybe teach Aurianse some sword tricks (winky face). 

Auriane replies that there’s no need, she’s plenty skilled, having been a chevalier. 

Klaus asks why the switch in language, and Alf comments that Humbert does that sometimes because he’s got no manner. 

Well, Klaus could work under our woodworker(words?help?) and Auriane could work with our weapons’ person, so the pair is taken on board. 

When they leave Klaus comments to Auriane about the interview going well and Auriane gives him a smile, the only one she’s given in the whole interview.

Last, but not least, a young man rushes in, clinging to Boshara’s feet and bursting into tears, telling that he needs to get away immediately. 

Cahair picks the man up and gives him the coveted empathy elf treatment. 

Once he has stopped crying long enough to speak the young man introduces himself as Zeni, and he’s in trouble with his former crew. 

Pretty soon it becomes apparent that the trouble is magic related, and also Zeni is of Tevinter origin (Cahair slightly scoots away), and also blood magic? 

Humbert starts to get threatening towards the boy when there’s shouts outside. 

Cahair goes to check it out, and of course it’s Zeni’s crew looking for him. 

Cahair doesn’t manage to lie convincingly that Zeni is not here, and Humbert drags him out anyway and demands to know the situation. 

Well, the situation is that Zeni sat at the wrong table and got into trouble. 

Humbert orders the men away, which they do, spitting out curses and threats. 

There’s quite a crowd around, so Humbert holds a speech about how clearly this little boy can’t be a mage and nothing to see here. 

Zeni is taken on board, but it looks like Estwatch is tapped out as far as crew goes, so our heroes will have to see if they can find another more favorable port somewhere else.

Where will our desire to get more crew lead us next? Find out next time!