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Naema again lol plus a teeny tiny Zevran
sigrun really is. she really. how is she a grey warden, a member of the legion of the dead, a dwarf, every single banger concept from dragon age lore rolled into one character and over a decade later she has YET to reach fandom sexyman status maybe the joker was right about society
After loosing an important amount of money at Wicked Grace Anders decided he was done loosing at Varric. He started saying all the crazy stuff he did with the HoF, her fears, her weird dreams, and told him about her relationship with King Alistair.
At first Varric was surprised about Anders behavior,but then he was confused and inevitably he asked: why are you telling me this blondie?
And Anders got really close to him when he whispered: because no one would ever believe
Varric: you bastard!!
Anders was right Anders was right Anders was right Anders was right Anders was right Anders was right Anders was right Anders was right
My dash tells you everything about me. Only I started DA2 to kiss this wizard, because I can't kiss him him in Awakening.
Old Anders doodle I forgot to post... oh how times change
Some misc thoughts on the Architect in Awakening
I haven’t quite finished DAA yet (though I generally know what happens in it) but anyway:
– Why does the Architect seem so interested in the Warden specifically? Like he’s kidnapped/experimented on/killed other wardens recently, but HoF is particularly sought? Why? Is it just their combat and leadership ability that makes them a good potential ally (though if alliance is his only goal, why risk antagonizing them by kidnapping and experimenting on them in the first place)? Or is it something deeper, like because they killed the Archdemon and survived? In general, their blood should be no different from that of other wardens … right?
– What exactly did the Architect do to the Warden? Ngl, it freaked my Tabris out to come to and hear him say her wounds had been healed when she had no wounds when she was captured. This could just be a general comment because the game assumes the Warden had some wounds when captured, but eugh. Nightmare fuel.
– It’s kind of cute that the Architect wears his gold mask for his meeting with the Warden. Like, the cognitive dissonance of “Hi, I’ve abducted you and I have the appearance of an eldrich horror no matter what but I want to look my best for it.”
For the DADWC and Chant of Light prompts... "What hath man’s sin wrought?" for Rhiannon & Velanna??? Pls???
This prompt has languished for FAR TOO LONG here have some yellin for @dadrunkwriting
Rating: Gen Relationship: Mahariel & Velanna, rivals
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“That awful dwarf told me about him, you know.”
Rhiannon glanced up from where she shredded bits of kindling with her knife against her leather-guarded knee. She knew who she would face — Velanna, probably staring her down with a twisted scowl — but she wasn’t prepared for her thoughtful expression instead.
“Oghren talks about a lot,” Rhiannon scoffed, turning back to her work. She could hear him now, pestering Nathaniel down by the river, too far away to make out more than the sound of their voices. “Did he tell you we single-handedly killed every guard and templar in Denerim, then robbed all the shops and brothels blind? It isn’t true.” She paused, then shrugged. “Mostly.”
“No, don’t be stupid.” She saw Velanna fold her arms out of the corner of her eye, then begin tapping her toe. “Loghain. What you did with him.”
“Spare him, you mean?”
“I would have scorched him to ash. Ripped him limb from limb. Knitted vines into the spaces between his ribs.”
Rhiannon snorted. “Oh, very frightening. I’m shivering in my boots.”
Velanna huffed, even stomped one foot. “Don’t patronise me, lethallen. I should have known better than to accept your mercy. How am I supposed to enact justice when you don’t even see fit to?”
She began pacing, plucking at her hands and casting them up into the air. Rhiannon ignored her. She chose instead to focus on arranging her kindling in the divot she’d dug into the ground, then kneel in the crunching leaves to build larger and larger bits of firewood up around it.
“These humans,” Velanna was growling, “and their stupid Chant, their silly stories. Nathaniel spat some of it at me yesterday, but even their scripture condemns them. ‘What hath man’s sin wrought?’ Everything!”
Velanna stormed up closer to her, as if remembering the source of her ire. “And you, passively accepting it all. One of the People! What are you even doing?”
Rhiannon closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could almost hear Alistair’s voice in her ear saying, “Easy, easy, no need to go all stabby.” Not that she would. But Velanna’s accusations scraped hard against her guilt, leaving her bleeding and raw in a way that no cruel words from anyone else ever could.
For Velanna was Dalish, and Rhiannon had betrayed her as deeply as only another Dalish could.
“I’m accepting what I can change,” she finally said, “and letting go of what I can’t. And if I hadn’t conscripted you, Velanna, then those humans would have killed you.”
“I could have taken them,” Velanna spat, so close that her breath moved the hair near Rhiannon’s twitching ear. “Just as I killed all the others.”
“More would come,” Rhiannon said. “You know it. Maybe you were hoping for it.”
Velanna hissed with the strength of her anger at that. The kindling at Rhiannon’s knees began to smoulder. “Don’t speak to me that way. It’s not true.”
“Oh, it is, lethallen.”
Rhiannon looked up at the woman who loomed over her, then moved to stand. It was satisfying to rise and find herself taller than her newest recruit — Velanna did not cower, did not flinch. She jutted her chin and set her jaw and glared.
“I intimately know that all-consuming anger at the injustice of all that had happened to me,” Rhiannon said, calmly, coolly. “I know exactly how it feels to wish I had died or been taken in the place of someone else. But I should not have to tell you my sob stories about my childhood friend, my brother, for you to respect me.”
The kindling at her feet smouldered further, then smoked. When Rhiannon took a step closer, into Velanna’s physical space, the wood suddenly burst into flame.
“I will help you find Seranni, Velanna,” Rhiannon whispered, with all the cold promise she could muster from the blood in her blighted heart. “I’m not leaving another of the People to their fate. Mythal save me if I have to use the Order of Grey Wardens to do it, but I will. But I need you to trust me.”
Velanna’s nose wrinkled, like that of a panther about to yowl. “Just as the boy king who once called you a friend trusted you? What did your mercy cost, Commander of the Grey?”
“Everything.” Rhiannon took a deep breath, as if winded from running. She consciously unclenched her fists. “I make those sacrifices so you don’t have to. I sully my own conscience so your rage can remain righteous, lethallen.”
She stepped away, still breathing hard, then glanced down at the now merrily crackling fire spawned from Velanna’s anger. She smiled suddenly, feeling it flash across her face like a grimace.
“And thank you for the flames,” she said wryly, then turned away to rummage for her mess kit in her pack. “You saved me the trouble of embarrassing myself with flint and steel.”
Some people acquire that ✨rugged and a bit haunted✨ look from spending several years in the woods communing with wolves
Other people get there by spending 30 years being the son of a local asshole drunk on power named Rendon Howe 🤷
I am literally just learning today that nate howe's default specialization IS, in fact, assassin (duh) and is NOT, in fact, ranger?? WHERE did I get the wild idea in my head that nate came specced as a ranger? every passing thought I've ever had to the tune of "yeah that's nice and all I'm just not that sure it makes all that much SENSE that the noble boy learned how to ~commune with wolves~ while ~squiring in the free marches~ but what do I know" and apparently the answer is that I did NOT KNOW. ok! sure! fine! mystery solved! I guess!
Literallyyyyyyyy
I love this game so much and have for years! The only real complaint I have about it mechanically is that it doesn't have PC controller support (despite being released on Xbox!!)
started playing dragon age origins (only played for like 15 minutes aside from character creation cause my laptop died) and just. wow. i cannot believe just how robbed i was not knowing this existed until the bg3 community told me about it. someone told be to beware bc it's an old game and the graphics are bad but like what are you talking about the graphics are better than dos2 (no shade! great game). hell, i am just gobsmacked at how pretty and HD the character models are, that there's cinematic angles, for a game released in 2008 it's nuts. i mean to be fair i'm not playing the original release of the game so it's undoubtedly better than what it was in 2008 but you can't build greatness on a bad foundation. this game is Great. the control scheme might be an all time favourite. the fact that you can hold both left and right click and move seamlessly like with wasd blew me away. i started as a mage elf so the starting area is that withered place and GOD it looks cool as hell. i feel ROBBED how has this existed for FIFTEEN YEARS without me giving it a go. the character creation was also a delight, better than something like skyrim that came out years later. and after bg1's mess of a combat system i was wary for a second when i saw this was real time with pause but it works incredibly well. it's simplified compared to bg1&2 a Lot so i got the hang of it rlly fast and i love that i can just pause so i don't get overwhelmed. it's rlly late so i can't play more rn but the first 15 minutes of this game already exceeded every expectation (and i went in with high expectations considering the praise i saw for it online). thank u to everyone who recommended i play this it was love at first sight!
they had no business making him this cute in awakening