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dalish-ious:

THIS IS THE GREATEST THING TO COME OUT OF MAGEKILLER

DALISH CONFIRMED TO HAVE AN ACTUAL BOW FOR A STAFF.

Metis and Mara if never separated

Putting this behind a cut because spoilers…

Found this picture in a Bioware Forums thread; having difficulty finding its actual source (forum post makes it sound like maybe they mean @askbroodyelf​ but I don’t see the original picture there? Crediting thusly just in case!)

Anyway here’s the thing that made me squee when I saw it: It’s exactly how I’d imagined Metis and Mara to look. And because the picture itself would be a huge spoiler as to who Metis and Mara are, if you haven’t read through chapter 10 of Warriors Such As, here is the cut! (If you have read through Chapter 10, it’s a delightful picture and goes so well with some reminiscences of Metis’ that I’m currently writing for Chapter 16…)

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So the spoiler: that’s wee Leto and Varania with their parents. I had just started to describe Mara when Metis is reminiscing in Chapter 16 and went Googling for Varania pictures because I figure Mara was the source of Varania’s delicate features and also I wanted to see how similar Varania’s eye color is to her brother and etc etc…And this popped up in the results and it’s just perfect. Exactly how I envision Mara, and a younger Metis minus the grey hair and spectacles. If only the raiders hadn’t separated them before Leto was born, or if Metis had found them before Mara died…sadly, in my story this happy family portrait could never have been. 😦

Source again: http://forum.bioware.com/topic/155545-the-official-fenris-discussion-thread/page-2086 is the only place I can find it in a Google reverse image search, alas…

7/7/7 WIP Challenge

Was tagged again for this by @spirrum a while ago but have just now got to the seventh page of the next unpublished chapter, so now I have something to answer with!

The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge.

Tagging, no obligation: @broodywolf @quinnlocke @glyphron @lyriumrebel @loquaciousquark @w0rdinista @vertigosight and anyone else interested!

This snippet is spoilery if you haven’t read through chapter 14 of Warriors Such As, so here follows a cut. Proceed at your own spoilable risk.

Fenris considered finding out just how well recovered his markings were, but the extra guards and his lack of any other weapon, as well as the fact that they already had Metis fastened into his restraints, stopped him from any rash attempt at escape.

Then Licinius, raising his staff, motioned for Fenris to be brought close. Feeling the ropes cut away from his wrists, he tensed, prepared to be returned to restraints himself, but the magister had other ideas.

“We must be sure the markings are done exactly right this time,” Licinius said, beckoning Fenris closer to Metis’ table. “I want you where we can see you most easily. Right there – stop. Yes, that will do.


And because that’s not even that great a snippet, I’m going to cheat and also give a bonus seven lines from page 5, because I like this bit better. 🙂


And he began to speak of pain. Slowly at first, halting, overwhelmed himself at the memory of the torment he had long struggled to put behind him. But it became easier as he went on, the warmth of his father beside him a reminder that his purpose was to spare Metis the same panic he had felt at the first bright flare of pain from the brand on his skin, the first white wash of pain from the lyrium bonding to the burns, the mad rush of pain overwhelming his thoughts, flooding his mind and crowding out his dearest memories. Fenris grasped at Metis’ own tactics and found the strength to explain it all calmly, academically, observing from time’s distance the unspeakable trial he had gone through and finding it possible to speak of it after all.

And by the end, his father’s head leaned against his shoulder; for which of them the comfort was meant, Fenris was unsure, but it was enough for them both. Bound hands prevented Metis from working any magic, but Fenris could feel the lyrium in his skin listening to the magic in his father’s blood, as if waking from the sleep induced by the magister’s potion upon them both.

Magic. Fenris tensed again and said, “Promise me one thing, Metis?”

ourinquisitorialness:

“Inquisitor.”
“Andaran atish’an.”

There’s such subtle nuance in the way Thalon tilts his head. He knows somehow without having to ask that the man before him is Inquisitor Ameridan, and he knows this man deserves his respect. More than that, Ameridan is an elven mage, Thalon’s elder, someone he would have called hahren if they had lived in the same time. Yet even as he bows his head, Thalon maintains eye contact – they are two equals before one another.

Ameridan returns his greeting with the same unquestioning respect, knowing that no matter how Thalon came to hold the title Inquisitor, he bears a weighty burden on his shoulders. He greets Thalon in Elvhen as one of the People without hesitation, as a brother, and there’s a light in his eyes that says he’s comforted to see that one of the elvhen has carried forward his legacy.

Finally, there’s Solas in the background, watching Thalon, as if observing the way the Inquisitor interacts with this elf from another age. I wonder what Solas might be thinking here – about Thalon and the heritage he bears of his ancestors, about Ameridan and the lost legacy of Andraste among the elves, about the hundreds of years of elven history that he has missed during his long slumber.

Three generations of elven men stand before each other – the elf of Arlathan, the elf of Halamshiral, and the elf of the Dalish clans. There’s such damn powerful symmetry in that…and gods, it makes me ache.

triaelf9:

Sooo anyone wondering how Celyse reacted to the proposal? Giddy and over the moon about it, but super flustered and blushy. So much blushing. And then Cullen gets flustered, and then Celyse gets MORE flustered, and then it’s just a flustered party with an encouraging doggeh ^_- Gah, these cuties. 

And of course this is how Sera knew about the wedding, sneaky elfy ^_-

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dinoswrites:

@jessicapendragon tagged me in another 5 minute flash fiction, so here’s a very quick little Post-Trespasser thing.

The world is too quick to see what the former Inquisitor is
suddenly missing, and quicker still to rush to fill the void.

She is given two arms before she even leaves Halamshiral—beautiful,
gilded things. The first made of gold, the second of marble. She assumes they
were stolen from statues—she is raw, still, and her rage at even being offered
these things flares up.

Misplaced anger, she knows. She wants to blame anyone and
anything but him for the absence of
her limb, the pins holding her left sleeve in place.

By the time she reaches Skyhold, to see about what it really
means to disband the Inquisition, there are fifteen more waiting. Imitations of
what she is missing—they think it’s only
her arm, the cold bastards, when the man she loves walked away with so much
more.

Gold, silver, dawnstone—she loses count of the gifts over
the months, the attempts by those who would have her favour to make themselves
feel better by having no void when they look at her.

It is almost a year later when Dagna makes her offering,
sheepishly, and it is clockwork and iron, with a hand that is not a hand but
will clip to the hilt of her dual blade. It is crude and strange, and it
catches as it turns, always—but this is the first she wears, because it has
gaps where the sunlight shines through, and it does not attempt to make her
whole again.

knight-enchanter:

Dragon Age 4: Solas succeeds in tearing down the Veil. Hawke tumbles out like “whatever just happened IT WASNT ME i didnt do it” and everyone blames hawke anyway


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