#she's a rift mage but i have been very into necromancy lately

[persephoneggsy]

.... do i want to change my inquisitor’s subclass....

[vampire-kaelthas]

OC Master List

Updated OC Lists (current as of 5/18/20)

Celean- ESO

He's my necromancer vestige! He's about 24 when his story starts, and he got into necromancy when he was 16! He's very much a disaster gay, so much so he becomes a stuttering mess around Jakarn and any man that compliments him. Very sweet but has anxiety.

Ravis- Skyrim

He's a Ohmes-Raht Khajiit! So hes the Dragonborn and Harbinger for the Companions, along with being a veteran for the Civil war. He came to Skyrim as a secret agent of the Empire, being hidden in the ranks of the Thalmor to spy on them. He gets discovered and spends some time in one of the Thalmor prisons which was... less than kind to him. He ends up escaping with Kaidan and goes on to join the Companions and save the world and all that Jazz. He married Kaidan about a year and a half later, with their home being a cottage in the Rift.

Lyandra- Skyrim

She's a snow elf, who lived in with the group of Snow Elves that hid with Gelabor (ok for this I use my headcanon of time traveling elder scrolls just go with it). When the Falmer attacked the Chantry, (around 4e198 for reference) she runs through the tunnels and ends up literally stumbling into a group of Thalmor. After that, for 3 years she was trained by the Thalmor to be an asset. Elenwen saw Lyandra as a daughter, and even throughout her story still saw her as one. Lyandra joins the Dawnguard and is the Dragonborn, and also dabbles with some stuff at the College of Winterhold. She tries to look for more Snow elves for a few years, but gives up when she finds none left in Skyrim. She doesn't end up with anyone, but she has a huge group of friends that basically live at her giant house in the Pale.

Astreae- Skyrim

Astreae is a Breton, and a demi prince of Light and Stars! She gets fought over by both Azura and Meridia (turns out she has one of them further back in her family tree so it's just in her blood). She lived in High Rock before she came to Skyrim to join the Bards College in Solitude. She ends up with Marcurio. She helps rebuild Windhelm, since she loves the old city (hates the racism). She really brings back the life into the city, while keeping the old rustic stone feel.

Athena- Skyrim

Athena is a wood elf who came to Skyrim with their friends and fiancee. They were ambushed by both the Stormcloaks and Imperials, and Athena watched them all fall around them. Their story is long and difficult, with betrayal at every corner. They end up nearly broken, being nursed back to sanity by Serana.

Raven- Skyrim

She was raised by ex-assassins, trained to join the Dark Brotherhood from a young age. She doesn’t know until the events of Skyrim that she’s actually a demi-prince, related to Mephala (who is confused about why their child would look more like a bosmer than a dunmer). She is in the same world as Keian, and ends up being close friends with her. She ends up as Listener, and both her and Keian are Dragonborns

Keian- Skyrim

Keian is a vampire, born at the beginning of the 4th Era. She was raised Markarth, and lived as an Alchemist in the hills. She was turned when she was out hunting for ingredients. After that, she fled Skyrim and stayed with a small clan in High Rock until 4e201, when she left to explore the world. She is obsessed with history and, along with funds donated by Raven, rebuilds most of the Chantry of Auri-El to give snow elves a home once again when they are found. 

Seline- Skyrim

One of my Half Dragon dragonborns. She was born in the Imperial City, to 2 normal Imperials. She’s dragonborn and ends up as Arch Mage. She does go through the dawnguard questline, but only because she was looking for rare books and finds Serana instead. She ends up living with Serana in Winterhold, where they rebuild the city and make it a haven for wizards and nonviolent vampires. 

Nikoli- Skyrim

Another one of my half dragon ocs, but he was born with the features instead of them coming in later in life. His mother is a Nord and his father is a high elf. He grew up with his mother, far from society until he was 12. From then on he lived at the Rorikstead Inn. When Erik turns 19, he and Nikoli leave to become mercenaries.

Kiliana Ebon-Talon -Skyrim 

She’s a pure Nord, born and raised in Falkreath. She lived with her parents her entire life. When she was 20, she came home from a weekend of hunting to find her parents murdered. She left town after that, drinking her grief away and avoiding any of her friends who would try to find her. She got her dragon looks (horns, scales, and tail) after the battle with the dragon at the West Tower! She goes on to be Dragonborn and Guild Master of the Thieves Guild.

Ran’ik Tzan -Skyrim

Very chaotic, very impulsive fire mage! She accidently ended up in Skyrim due to messing up a portal spell very badly and arrived at the College of Winterhold! She ends up as Archmage and ends up with Ancano

Eats Much Bread -Skyrim

They’re an argonian! Their actual name is a little hard to pronounce, and instead of listening to racist nords purposely mispronounce it, they just went with this instead! They join the Dawnguard

Xianna Septim -Skyrim

A lost descendant of Martin Septim, her family line has been waiting for the Empire to be weak to reclaim it. She was trained as a child at High Hrothgar to be Dragonborn. She ends up reclaiming the throne and marrying Brynjolf. 

Rowan -Oblivion

He’s a demi-prince of Meridia! He doesn’t do much with that knowledge except saying “cool.” He’s a healer, and hes an ancestor to Astreae

Citrane- Oblivion

She ends up joining the DB and falling pretty hard for Lucien, but realizes it too late. I think I’ll have her mantle Sheo, but I haven’t made my mind up yet.

Yakar- Skyrim

Yakar is one of the last Dwemer, hidden away deep in the mountains with the rest of his clan for generations. He leaves to travel Tameriel after no one doing that for generations, and uses the fact that dwemer Animunculi don't attack him to his advantage. He also ends up being wrapped up into the DB. May or may not technically share a soul with Emnoral

Emnoral- Skyrim

Hes the Son of Hircine, literally. He's a demiprince, and half Altmer. He's a very sassy, very charming asshole who only meets Yakar due to being too flirty with the citizens of Tameriel. May or may not technically share a soul with Yakar.

Quinlin- Skyrim

The child between Hermaeus Mora and Uriel VIII (the man had an interesting life), they're the demiprince of Fate. Growing up in apocrypha, the only access to Tameriel they had was through books, so they read all they could. They escape Apocrypha with Miraak and help with the take down of Alduin.

Talnori- Skyrim

She's my daughter of Vivec! She's been around since before the time of the nerevarine, and after Vivecs disappearance, she slowly traveled Morrowind and then all of Tameriel, making a name for herself as a treasure hunter. She makes her way to Skyrim after being hired to help with getting some artifacts (LOTD) when she finds out she's Dragonborn as well.

Celrin- Morrowind & Skyrim

He's a Maomer, one of the last that traveled the seas when he was arrested and sent to Morrowind. He's the Nerevarine, and does his "job" to the letter, and as soon as he's done, he leaves, going back to the seas. He reappears in Skyrim and travels with Talnori. He remembers her, but she doesn't remember him.

[himluv]

Heaven in Hiding

The next Solavellan oneshot, set the day after Peculiar. I hope you like it!

Also, a reminder that you can read all of these oneshots in order over at AO3! Or reread, or binge, or whatever you need ;)

Also also, I have to mention that the title is a direct pull from the song of the same name by Halsey because, well... you’ll see.

The evening was late, but Solas sat at his desk in the rotunda, sketching Riallan where she sat reading on the sofa. The night had progressed as usual between them with a bottle of wine, a plate of fruits and cheeses, and quiet work. She hadn’t spoken of the day before, of his ridiculous blunder of professing his love to her so quickly, but she smiled whenever she caught him looking at her and she beamed when he called her vhenan. So no harm done, it seemed.

She growled at the book and flipped back a few pages. “That doesn’t make sense,” she said. She’d spent the entire evening pouring over the tome, her brow furrowed and her lips pressed into a hard line.

“What are you reading?” He asked.

“My trainer’s notes on Rift Magic,” she said.

“You trainer?���

“That’s her name, apparently,” she said. Then shook her head. “My advisors think I should pursue a specialization, and I’m beginning to think I chose the wrong one.”

He smiled at her frustration. It was rare to see her so at odds with something knowledge-based. “What were your options?”

“Knight Enchanter, which is too up close and personal for me, and Necromancy which is Dorian’s wheelhouse.” She shuddered. “It’s spooky enough when he does it, we don’t need two of us.”

“I am a Rift Mage.”

“I know, and I was hoping that meant you’d be my teacher. Instead Josephine brings me this!” She slapped the cover of the book with the back of her hand.

“Think of the appearances,” he said. “An apostate with no formal training teaching the Herald of Andraste in a new, dangerous form of magic? It would cause an uproar.”

She groaned. “I am so sick of caring about what the Andrastians think about me. I wish they didn’t think about me at al!”

He stood and moved to perch on the arm of the sofa. “I know vhenan, but their belief gives you the power to close the rifts, to fight Corypheus.”

“No,” she said, letting her frustration soak the word. “The mark gives me that power.”

“And the believers give you their coin and their land and their approval. You would be hobbled without them.”

She glared at him, which told him she knew he was right. “May I?” He gestured at the book.

“Please. I need you to tell me it’s gibberish, otherwise I’m going to think it’s my Dalish upbringing that makes this so difficult.” She gave the book a distrustful look. “That is not how we teach magic in the clan.”

He hummed as he leafed through the pages. “I would certainly hope not. Your trainer, is she…” he searched for a polite word, “well?”

Riallan snorted. “Physically, maybe. Mentally she’s a bit, well, addled.” She cocked her head at him. “Why do you ask?”

He waved a hand over the book. “I can tell from these pages that she’s a very talented mage, but her approach to Rift Magic is wrong, and very dangerous.”

Her eyes found his and stayed there, that indomitable focus trained on him in a way that would have made him blush if he weren’t so accustomed to controlling his expressions. “What do you mean?”

“She’s broken it down into the minutia, each piece added to the next, as if calling on the Fade were a simple recipe. And with elemental magics, it can be so simple. But this is the Fade. It does not follow rules and logic and science. At least, not purely.” He closed the book and handed it back to her. “When you use Rift Magic, you are not casting with your innate connection to the Fade, you are reaching through to the Fade using your knowledge of and connection to the rifts. It is at once science and art. Emotion and control. If you do not strike a balance, you will be left just as addled as she is.”

She set the book in her lap and sighed. “Comforting.”

He smiled. “It is not so difficult as it sounds, and with your talent I expect you will master it quickly.” He made to get up, to return to his desk, but her hand reached out and grabbed his.

“Will you teach me?” Wide eyes begged him to agree.

He chuckled. “I will assist you where I can, vhenan,” he said. Her hand tugged on his pulling him closer until he stood before her, looking down into her upturned face. By the Void but she was beautiful. Her cheeks bore the faint pink of wine and frustration, her lips matched and were parted so slightly as she watched him. He found himself bending at the waist as she tugged on his hand once more, succumbing to her gravity.

“We can hardly have the Inquisitor addled, after all,” he said, but the words were lost in the tentative brush of her lips on his. They kissed, soft and languid, enjoying without demanding more, until the screech of chair legs on stone made Solas pull away. Desperate, he snatched the book from her lap, opened it to a random page, and turned his back to the doorway.

“Don’t stay up too late, you two,” Varric called. There was a smugness in his voice Solas did not appreciate. The dwarf saw far too much.

“We won’t,” Riallan said. Her voice was high and thready, and he could only imagine the bright pink of her blush at almost being caught. “Goodnight, Varric.”

“Goodnight, Herald. Chuckles.”

“On nydha,” he said, but did not look at the dwarf. Only once Riallan let out a shaky breath did he turn back to face her. As he’d guessed, her face was flushed, but what he hadn’t expected was the look of disappointment on her face.

“What are we doing here, Solas?”

He frowned. “I don’t—“

“You call me vhenan, you,” she paused and glanced at the floor above them. Dorian had yet to come down from the library that evening, so she pitched her voice into a whisper. “You tell me you love me, but then you’re ashamed to let Varric see us kiss?”

He sat beside her on the sofa and pulled her hands to rest in his on his lap. “Not ashamed, vhenan. Never ashamed.” How could she think such a thing? “I am…  a very private person.”

That earned him a wry smile. “So I’ve noticed.”

He chuckled. “I would prefer not to advertise our relationship.” He brow furrowed and he hurried to continue, “Not hide it. I am not ashamed, Riallan, but the more people know about us, the less privacy we will have. And there is your reputation to consider.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t care what people think,” she said.

“I know, vhenan, but I do.” He shook his head. “I care what they think of you, and I would not have them use our relationship as ammunition against you.”

She mulled over his words. “I can tell people, though?”

He inclined his head and rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. “If you so wish,” he said. “I ask only that you consider who among our friends would be least likely to gossip.”

She thought about it, her lip caught between her teeth in an all too attractive manner. “I think that leaves Cullen,” she said and laughed. “A secret it is, then, for now.” She tilted her head at him, letting her eyes wander over his face, heat pooling in her gaze. “It could be fun.”

He cleared his throat, ignoring the suggestive quality in her voice. “I apologize. We should have discussed this sooner.”

“Would have been nice,” she said. “But you kind of ran away yesterday.” She graced him with a smile, promising she took no offense.

“Ah. Yes.” He blushed. “I was embarrassed. I hadn’t meant to say that—“

Her smile faded, hurt flashing in her eyes.

“Fenhedis! No, Riallan, I meant the words, but you must admit the timing was…”

“Fast?”

���Incredibly,” he admitted. “Telling you yesterday was impulsive, ridiculous, and utterly unplanned. But it was true.”

“It really has been a long time, hasn’t it?” She was teasing him and it helped set him at ease.

“Yes,” he said. “I am liable to continue blundering through this.” He raised her hand to press his lips to her knuckles. “I hope you’ll forgive me.”

Emerald eyes watched his lips as he kissed her hand, as he spoke. She licked her lips. “Consider it forgotten.”

“Ar lath ma, Riallan.”

Her smile returned, but it was shy. “What if I can’t say those words back just yet?”

“Then you would be the reasonable one in this relationship.” He shook his head. “Take your time, vhenan. I would much rather your love come naturally than be forced by my foolish confession.”

The smile she gave him then was true and bright. “In that case,” she said as she stood from the sofa and stretched. “You have to stop calling me by my full name. No one in my family calls me by it.”

His eyes flashed over her face, noting the playful tilt to her lips, the bright mirth in her green eyes. “What shall I call you then?”

“I rather like vhenan,” she said. “But it’s hardly subtle. My clan calls me Ria, except Deshanna when she’s mad at me.” She shook her head. “Every time I hear Riallan I think I must be in trouble!”

A part of him tucked that knowledge away for another time, but for now he smiled. “Then, goodnight, Ria.” He liked the sound of her nickname on his lips. Short and sweet, and intimate. It suited her. Suited them.

She made to leave the rotunda, but paused by the door. “Will I see you tonight?” Her cheeks went so slightly pink, and the hope in her voice sent a heat through his veins.

“Ma nuvenin, vhenan.”

Then she stepped away and into the dark of the main hall to climb the stairs and fall asleep in her too large bed. Waiting to dream with him. And if her heated looks and eager kisses were any indication, he knew what would be on her mind.

With her nickname bouncing around his head, he couldn’t think of a reason why to deny her.

[apatheticabstractapotheosis]

Thaw

So I wrote another thing for @bace-jeleren this time featuring Sophi as well as Megumi and Grii. This time the guest star is Greta, an old cryomancer from Dominaria. Note there is character death in this just so you know. All other characters are used with permission.

83 years is not that old compared to some of the other planeswalkers Greta had met previously, but it is old enough to remember the time rifts and the Mending. She liked to tell people she ignited due to the events surrounding the sealing, much like that nice boy, Vance or whatever his name was. Far grander than the actual events a year after the Mending, when she tripped and fell off a cliff whilst out foraging.

Travelling the multiverse had been such a grand adventure, a youth spent learning cryomancy from any teacher she could find. But time passed, as it is wont to do, and Greta found her reflexes weren’t as sharp as they used to be, she couldn’t keep up with all these young children with their necromancy and mind reading. In short, she was getting old, she was only human after all.

She didn’t fear it or long for the old days some of the ancient walkers talked of, when they were gods, it’s hard to miss something you never had. So now Greta was content to live out her days in her small cottage, back home on Dominaria. Adventure was for the young and able, not old women like her. So it was a great surprise when adventure came knocking on her door, quite literally.

“Yes, yes I’m coming.” She called out, hobbling over to the door and peering out through the peephole. There outside the door stood a powerfully built woman in familiar armour and a small Soratami child stood behind her. The pair didn’t appear to wish her harm so she undid the latch and opened the door.

“Forgive the intrusion Madam, but we were informed you could perhaps give us food and shelter for a while.” The tall woman’s accent was familiar and upon closer inspection Greta realised the armour bore the markings of Flight Goldnight. Now this was a surprise.

“And pray tell who might have sent you to my door then hmm? Not often you see an angel around these parts, not less one without wings or fromInnistrad.” The moment Greta mentioned the wings, something changed in the angel’s demeanour, something dark and twisted lit up in her eyes.

“You have no place to question me or my choices, crone. You don’t now what I’ve seen, what I’ve done to deserve this.” She snarled out, though Greta stood her ground. “The darkness I’ve seen, the void that looked back into me.” Suddenly, the small child wrapped herself around the angel’s leg and whimpered out.

“Please Miss Sophi, you’re being scary again.” At the girl’s cries, the madness in her eyes dimmed and was replaced with regret.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I-I’ve done something horrible haven’t I.” She hung her head. “If you do not wish to help us, I understand.” Greta just snorted in disdain.

“Oh please, I’ve been shouted at and threatened by more people than years I’ve lived. Come in, come in.” And she shuffled aside to let the pair in, closing the door behind them and leading the way into the small kitchen. “You never told me your names, or who directed you to me.” She continued as she filled the kettle and set it above the fire.

“Sorry, I’m Sophi and this is Megumi.” The child waved in greeting. “And we were directed to you by a minotaur who said you were the oldestplaneswalker who was easy to find.”

“Oh Angrath, such a good boy he is, though such a temper on him.” Greta tutted, fetching various items from her cupboards. “So why did you come seeking little old Greta then?”

“I’m lost, I can’t get home.” Megumi answered. “My mommy and daddy made a nasty cyclops lady angry so she tried to kill me but I escaped but now I don’t know how to go home!” She wailed and hugged onto Sophi for comfort.

“I can’t say I’ve met a cyclops planeswalker before, where’s she from? Surely not Theros, those things are barely sapient.” Greta mused, setting out three mugs and pouring the hot water in.

“He name’s Grii and she’s a hunter from Cirn.” Sophi explained, patting the teary child awkwardly on the head.

“Ah, yes. Went there once a long time ago. Didn’t like it much, couldn’t say a word. So I left and never went back. Here now child, drink up.” Greta passed the mug over to Megumi and another toSophi, taking the last for herself. “So am I right in thinking you came to me for help in teaching this one how to planeswalk properly?” Sophi nodded.

“We hoped that as one of the oldest walkers, you would have some expertise you could share. Megumi can’t direct her planeswalks, it was sheer luck we were able to get here.” She confirmed and Greta just nodded sadly.

“Yes, you would think that. But I’m afraid there’s very little I can do to help I’m afraid. Planeswalkingis different for everyone, some find it hard, others it’s like stepping through a doorway. If she could control her planeswalking I could teach her how to follow someone’s path through the Blind Eternities. I’m sorry child.”

“So you are unable to help us then.” Sophi murmured regretfully.

“Now I didn’t say that now did I?” Greta chided indignantly. “You young ones, always so negative.” She left out a huff of light irritation. “I may not be able to help teach this child how to planeswalkproperly but I can help in other ways. You both look dead on your feet, when was the last time you had slept or had something to eat?”

“We’ve been chased non-stop across the multiverse, there’s been no time to stop.”

“Well there is now, I’ll get you some food and you can take a nap, I’ll wake you if anything happens.” Sophi opened her mouth to argue but was shushed by Greta. “No buts, now, where did I put that kavu meat…?”

Soon enough Greta had put together a platter of cold meats and cheese which the two travellers dug into eagerly. For the most part, Greta stayed quiet throughout the meal, keeping half an eye on the window outside, it most likely would not be long before this Grii turned up. After the meal, Megumi curled up in Sophi’s lap and fell asleep whilst the angel stroked and disentangled her hair.

“Why are you protecting this child anyway? Who is she to you?” Greta finally asked now able to talk freely.

“She’s a child who needs help. What else is there to it?”

“You can’t bring them back you know.” Sophi looked up at her in shock. “I heard what happened on Innistrad, I’m so sorry for your loss and the pain you must have been through.”

“I did so many evil things under Emrakul’s influence, something I still feel at the back of my mind. If helping this child can help atone for even the smallest part of what I’ve done, then it’s enough.” Greta nodded.

“I won’t pretend my soul is completely clean. I’ve lived a long time and done many things I regret, I even let it consume me for a time. It took my darling Ember to break me out of it and she taught me how to forgive myself and move on. So now I’m teaching this to you. We aren’t time mages, we can’t change the past, so we have to let go eventually.” Sophi regarded Greta with an odd look in her eyes.

“Be that as it may, this is the right thing to do.” She finally answered.

“Yes it is.” Greta smiled down at the small child, dozing peacefully when a loud roar rent the quiet air startling Megumi awake.

“She’s here!” She squeaked, burrowing into Sophi, who stood, reaching for her sword.

“None of that now!” Greta spoke sharply, waving at the angel to put her weapon away. “You and the child need to leave, go out the back and into the woods, find somewhere to planewalk safely.”

“What about you Miss Greta?” Megumi asked fearfully, clinging to Sophi.

“I’m going to go have a chat with this Grii, she sounds very rude. Now go!” She chivvied the pair towards the backdoor, Sophi halting just before they left.

“Thank you, if I can I’ll come back.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ve lived a long time and I intend to live for a while yet.” And with that she shoved the pair out the door and slammed it shut behind them. Wheezing for a moment, she straightened up as best as she could, and shuffled through the house, and out the front door where she stood and waited.

A large shape crested the nearby hill and approached the house at a gallop, soon reaching the garden wall and stepping over it easily, slowing down in front of the old woman.

“Where is the child.” She snarled at Greta, waves of fear rolled off her, washing over the cryomancerwho just gave the cyclops an unimpressed look.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she sniffed in disdain.

“Why are you not curled up in fear, begging me to spare your life?” Grii growled in rage and frustration.

“I’ve fought things you young whippersnappers could only dream of. I’ve fought Phyrexianremnants and gone toe to toe with gods. I faced Nicol Bolas alone and lived to tell the tale.” It wasn’t an impressive one, she’d frozen one of his feet to the ground then run away in absolute terror, but the experience was paying off. “As for the child, she’s long gone by now.”

“And now you’re standing in my way.”

“Yes, I am.” Greta glared defiantly up at the cyclops. Without warning, a massive hand shot out and grabbed Greta around the neck, easily hoisting her up in the air.

“Then I’ll just have to kill you.” And she slammed Greta down into the ground hard, brittle bones shattering and piercing organs. “Nothing personal.”

Greta screeched in pain as Grii released her and stepped back to admire her handiwork. After a few moments of choking on blood, Greta was able to speak.

“One thing, before I die.” She gasped, blood bubbling at her mouth. “You should not have stood there.” Grii’s eye snapped to look at the ground and the intricate rune engraved there. She tried to move but it was too late, Greta slapped a hand onto the rune and channelled as much mana as she could into the stored freezing spell. There was a flash of light and Grii was encased in a massive block of ice. Moaning in pain, Greta was able to crawl back to her feet and admired her handiwork. The cyclops wasn’t dead, but the ice would hold her for a good long while, long enough for Megumi and Sophi to put some distance between them.

Painfully, she staggered away from the frozen hunter, around the side of the house and to the back garden where a gravestone sat inscribed with the words: ‘Ember, beloved wife, may you burn forever more’ beside which Greta settled down and leaned against its surface

“Well Ember, I guess my time is over. 83 years is pretty good I reckon.” Her chuckles broken up by bloody coughing. She looked out towards the cliffs where she’d fallen all those years ago and smiled at the memory of being caught by the beautiful flame-kin woman she would fall in love with. With that happy memory, Greta closed her eyes for the last time and whispered.

“I’ll see you soon.”

[dragonagecompanions]

Hey there! Love the blog, and I admire the effort and love you put into each work and request. So, if it's possible, could you do the DA:I companions and advisers (plus romances) reactions to the Inquisitor revealing themselves to be a vampire?

Cassandra: She is not okay with it.

 In truth that is an understatement. The Seeker is incredibly unnerved by this revelation, and in the immediate aftermath avoids the Inquisitor entirely. she won’t travel with them, won’t be alone with them, and it takes hours of talking with the rest of the Inner Circle and Advisors before she is even willing to entertain the thought of their retaining the title. The idea of a creature who lives on the blood of others, whose very existence is fueled by it, seems like the darkest form of magic, and it’s likely that she will never be fully accepting of them.

Romanced: Somehow it’s worse when she loves him. This secret is too much to have been kept from her, and at the very core of her Cassandra is shaken. Fir she does love him, like she thought she would never love again, but this is…it’s untenable. Counter to everything she has ever believed or fought for, and abhorrent to her. 

Sometimes love just isn’t enough.

Varric: The first time they explain their condition, stuck in a twilight state between the living and the dead, he can’t help but think of Leandra. It’s a painful memory, littered with the memory of his greatest friend holding the last member of their family and helpless to stop it. 

He knows it’s an unfair comparison. Leandra’s life had been brutally cut short, and by the end of the necromancer’s experiments death had been a mercy.  The Inquisitor is still has autonomy, is still able to exist and live a mostly normal life. And once the rogue understands exactly what vampirism means, and the measures the herald is taking to keep everyone safe, he is more or less okay with it. 

After all, he’s seen some weird shit lately. 

Solas: It’s unusual, but his greatest concern lies first in the magic that has woven itself into their flesh. He needs the anchor to fix everything that has gone wrong. And once the safety of the magic is discovered they become little more than an academic interest. After all, soon it won’t matter.

Romanced: It’s a little unnerving, and it adds to the reason that he never pursues intimacy with her. And yet it does nothing to dissuade with attraction for her, body and mind, nor balm the agony that leaving her opens in him.

Blackwall: It gives him a turn when he finds out, and there’s no denying it, but in someways their condition reminds him of the Wardens. Cursed with a slow poison and tied to Darkspawn the Wardens are more dead than alive toward the end. Certainly the Legion in Orzammar take that mentality. And once he sits down and really talks it out with them the would be Warden is perhaps the most relaxed with their leader.

Romanced: He’s spent the last ten years looking at a monster every day in the mirror. She’s not it. That’s enough for him.

Vivienne: It toes the line of blood magic, in her mind, and that is unacceptable. Blood magic is Tevinter’s Bane, a death sentence for every mage found guilty of it, and not a thing she ever intends to sully herself with. That should be the end of it, clear cut and easy to understand.

But…immunity to disease, an extended life, and at such a small price? Every other cure for her love has eluded her, and Bastian fades more each day. Her motivations may not be pure or selfless, but she will be the first person to talk to the Inquisitor about the particular details of their affliction and in doing so sheds her fear of them.

Dorian: It almost screams necromancy to him and right away Skyhold’s resident ‘Vint takes notice. This is his speciality, his stock and trade, and the idea of a whole new world so to speak is a new and exciting appeal. They are less squeamish about blood in the north after all, and while Dorian will never be a Malificar he is neither chained by Southern ignorance an is excited to learn more. 

Romanced: Well, this is…different. In truth he had not considered their….particularities inside the bed chamber. But sex is sex, and he has always excelled at compartmentalizing. A few conversations about where mouths are welcome and where they are not, and it’s in for a copper and in for a gold.

Sera: She’s not okay with it. They might be Andraste’s herald and the high and mighty Inquisitor and blah blah blah, but she’s not going near them. Romance is out of the picture.

Iron Bull: It’s too close to demons, and that is not his favorite thing in the world, but the Iron Bull is here for a purpose and he intends to see it out. It takes a long time for him to be comfortable with them, but if the Chargers are saved they still earn a place among the band. A place at the back, maybe but still.

Romance: Nope. Adventures he may be, particularly in between the sheets, but this is well past the lines he has drawn.

Cullen: Like Cassandra he is very uncomfortable with the idea at first. It’s so close to blood magic, and he has had enough of that for a life time. An yet Kirkwall is so fresh to him, the lessons of judgement and the failures that come with it so new, that he finds himself more open minded. Not so much that he is immediately receptive to this new change, but enough that he is willing to listen.

Romance: It’s a long, long road, and it might not succeed. But Cullen has done enough terrible things in his life for less reasons then survival– he has no room to judge. 

Josephine: A diplomat to her core, Josephine has the least visible reaction to this news and is so lost in the plans on how to move forward that she quite forgets to be frightened. They are still the Inquisitor, still have the power to close the rifts and still have at least the rumor of Andraste’s Blessing. That is enough for her. 

Romance: She loves them. They love her. That is quite enough for the Antivan.

Leliana: Two wardens, a golem, a Witch of the Wilds, an abomination, the most inebriated person alive, the future Arishok, Antivan’s most talkative crow, an a mabari traveled with her and ended a Blight in eleven months. Ten years later a spirit healer with a compassionate heart for cats and the misfortunate murdered hundreds by blowing the chantry at Kirkwall out of existence. Now a creature from Tevinter legend is tearing holes in the Veil to bring back the ancient imperium.

Leliana has long since stopped being phased by things. If the Inquisitor keeps their fangs hidden she will do the same.

– Mod Fereldone