#Arl Rendon Howe
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Cousland's Vengence
Screw that Howe in particular
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CODEX ENTRY / LETTER TO RENDON HOWE
Some of the men are not pleased with your plan. They will incite others against you. For the plan to succeed, our forces must be united. If word gets out, if even one of them informs Cousland, it will be your head on a plate. I say this with all due respect, ser.
Your captain, Lowan.
#daoedit#daedit#dragonageedit#gamingedit#warden cousland#arl howe#rendon howe#dragon age#dao#dragon age origins#nicholas cousland#edits#this storyline + meeting nathaniel in da:a when you're a cousland >>#the angst is simply delicious#love me a revenge story#rendon girlbossing a little too close to the sun and resolving his crush for bryce annihilating his entire legacy#enters the younger sib ♥
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are these anything?
#dragon age origins#loghain mac tir#rendon howe#arl howe#dragon age#dragon age 2#dragon age inquisition#zevran arainai#zevran#antivan crows
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i love being in fandom and making up characterisation for only-mentioned characters in my head, it's my favourite hobby other than rotting on my couch :)
#eliane bryland being willing to turn a blind eye to her husband's affairs but she's still a doctor. and a herbalist.#and that arling belongs to her children. hers. no one else's. are you listening rendon howe? do you hear what i'm saying?
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Why Rendon Howe is evil
This is a little theory thats been going around in my head for several days.
Rendon Howe. Evil personified. Probably one of the most despicable and hated characters in the Dragon Age series. One of the characters thats most easily defined as being just plain bad and evil, with good reason. Even in the game itself no one likes him (with 1 exception that I'll mention later in this post)
In the game, we really aren't given many reasons as to why he is the way he is and why he does the thing he does beyond saying he's evil, power hungry, and like he himself says as he dies, "I deserved more!"
But recently I started to become curious about him to try to find out what had made him become like this, cause I prefer villains to have some complexity that goes beyond just "He's evil just because".
Rest of the analysis under the cut.
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My main theory of why I think Rendon became "evil" is cause he may have suffered brain damage due to his injuries while fighting against Orlais with Maric and his rebels. My first thought for this came cause historically, Henry the 8th of England suffered several brain injuries during sporting events, and its believed that his injuries led to him having a severe personality change, which led to him become more radical, tyrannical and murderous.
After the death of his father and the Howe family joining the rebellion, Rendon joined Maric's forces and became close friends with Bryce Cousland, future Teyrn of Highever, and Leonas Bryland, future Arl of South Reach. The 3 of them fought together in the Battle of White River, which was the worse defeat the rebels suffered in the war against Orlais, and only 50 of the initial thousand soldier strong fereldan army survived.
Rendon was very badly injured during the battle, and Bryce and Leonas had to dragged him away to safety as the rebel army was crushed by the orlesians. Bryce was injured in the arm while trying to save Rendon from a chevalier. They got Rendon to Redcliffe and stayed with him for a month while he recovered before leaving to rejoin Maric and the rest of the rebel forces. While Rendon recovered in Redcliffe, he was tended to by Leonas's sister, Eliane, until he eventually recovered months later. He eventually proposed to her and they got married.
And here is the first bit of evidence we get of Rendon's attitude and behaviour completely changing after that battle and his wounds. From the wiki: "Leonas had become concerned by the changes in his friend's behavior since the battle and attempted to prevent the marriage." And some other quotes from Leonas that we get to her in dao: "Rendon Howe was no friend of mine. The boy I knew... died at the Battle of White River" and "That he didn't die years ago is the only thing worth mourning here." Leonas cut all contact with Rendon after he told him that he was only marrying his sister for her dowry and connections.
This goes back to what I mentioned earlier about the one person that seemed to care for Rendon. That person is Bryce Cousland.
Bryce and Eleanor were the only people that attended Rendon and Eliane's wedding, and even though Rendon was treated as a pariah by almost everyone in fereldan nobility, Bryce still maintained a friendly relation with Rendon, and seemed to have an almost protective attitude towards him, which contrasts greatly with how Leonas feels about Rendon. And this is where I came up with another theory about why this is. I believe that Bryce feels personally responsible for the injuries and near death that Rendon suffered during the Battle of White River and feels that he is somehow obligated to look after him. I can only hc why these could be, but maybe Rendon got injured while protecting Bryce, or maybe Bryce's actions during the battle led to Rendon's injuries. Maybe that's why Bryce seems to have keep pushing for the friendship that he once had with him, even though he clearly no longer was the same person. Cause Bryce felt responsible for the way Rendon had turned out.
Its possible that Rendon was just always like this, and those months he spent recovering just made him become super resentful against everything and everyone, but I do believe that the near death injuries he suffered during that battle, including possible head injuries and brain trauma, led to his personality changing and to him becoming the sheer villain we see ingame.
And to finish, a bit of background as to why Rendon would have hated Bryce even despite of this, here's a bit of info about them and about the relation between Highever and Amaranthine.
Rendon's father, Tarleton, supported Orlais during their occupation of Ferelden, and was eventually hanged by the Couslands before the Howes officially joined the rebellion. Adding the fact that Highever was once part of Amaranthine before they rebelled to gain their independence and annexed a good part of southern Amaranthine after winning their independence war, it adds some context to how Rendon could have seen this part of his greater vengeance against the Couslands and Highever for killing his father and taking away land from Amaranthine.
TL,DR: Rendon Howe suffered grieveous injuries during the war against Orlais, including possible brain injuries which may have led to a complete personality shift and to him becoming the person that we see him being in the game.
#dragon age#dragon age meta#dragon age lore#rendon howe#illusivesoulrambles#nathaniel howe#delilah howe#couslands#bryce cousland#eleanor cousland#ferelden#maric theirin#denerim#amaranthine#highever#the landsmeet#dragon age origins#dao#da:o
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We Will Hold the... Charge?
I've spent a fairly, perhaps unreasonably, long time being deeply perplexed by the Battle of Ostagar. The human forces are both on the defensive and defensively positioned, while the darkspawn are obviously on the attack, yet dialogue consistently treats preparation for the battle as preparation for an attack on the darkspawn—even though it is the human forces who are camped in a clear location, and the darkspawn who can emerge from the wilds to battle at will.
Stating the obvious, maybe, but I'm also excited to have finally figured myself back around where things make sense:
The Battle of Ostagar is not the first battle of the Blight.
Duncan and Cailan both refer to previous "skirmishes" against the darkspawn. It appears at first that these may be fights against scouting bands in the Wilds, but Cailan specifically mentions participating in several victories—the teams in the Wilds have had a much harder time. Rather, the darkspawn must have emerged from the Wilds previously, lacking the numbers they have built up by the final engagement, and failed to break through the human defenses.
(This adds additional flavor to the fearful soldier in the cutscene—it's not the sight of darkspawn at a great distance that's so intimidating, but how damned many there were.)
2. Duncan's return changes Cailan's calculations.
The king is in high spirits when Duncan returns with The Warden, eagerly anticipating a heroic charge against the darkspawn. Part of this is immature hero worship and glory-seeking, but there are also widespread indications of fatigue, mounting casualties, and growing morale problems; "holding the line" with no end in sight isn't going to work for much longer.
So: the royal army may have been positioned defensively during his absence, but with Warden-Commander Duncan at the king's side, it is time to seize the day (and his army's flagging morale) and cast down the darkspawn once and for all!
(Loghain, as Rendon Howe's patron, etc., etc., has his own reasons to abide by this reversal; Cailan explicitly refers to the battle plan as Loghain's strategy.)
3. Duncan urges patience and asks after the archdemon.
Duncan questions Loghain's plan twice: urging Cailan to wait for Arl Eamon—not knowing he has, most likely, already been poisoned—or for more Grey Wardens, and then asking what contingencies exist if the archdemon appears. Both approaches aim, unsuccessfully, to alter the strategy's implementation to make it effective: delaying a decisive engagement is bad strategy against the horde, but the only way to ensure the army's survival until the archdemon actually appears.
But neither Cailan nor Loghain knows (nor would Loghain likely believe Duncan) about the archdemon, so from the non-Warden/generally ignorant viewpoint the best option—with morale declining and the horde growing every day—is to counterattack and force a decisive battle. They can choose this battle because the darkspawn attack the human defensive positions semi-regularly; it is merely a question of picking the attack to counter.
TLDR: No, CuChu, the army did take advantage of their positioning. They just stopped doing that, for reasons unique to each decision-maker, right on time for it to be the worst possible decision.
Of course, Cailan's charge is still a foolhardy and unnecessary risk, but it's something he could coherently insist on in contrast to the previous battle plan, and which Loghain has every reason to agree to.
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The other weird thing about Fereldan politics is the lack of intermarrying that seems to be going on. Except for Maric/Rowan and Cailan/Anora, there isn’t much in the way of matches arranged for political reasons. Yes there’s Rendon Howe/Eliane Bryland, but that was not an approved match at all despite them being social equals and Howe being an entire Arl. In the real world, marriage in a European context was traditionally a way of signing peace treaties or making business arrangements (consoldiating wealth and power), which is something the nobles of Ferelden should really be interested in even if they don’t follow strict primogeniture.
Sure it’s arguable that, considering multiple noble families were wiped out by the Orlesians during the Occupation, there aren’t as many potential noble spouses out there, and it’s also possible that Fereldans don’t care so much for a full pedigree as long as at least one parent has a claim to the land/title, but you can’t tell me that there weren’t at least some children married off to each other with the intention of stopping civil war.
Except the Couslands. They’re clearly too powerful to need political alliances, so they’re free to marry as many pirates and Antivan merchants as they want. Which is lucky, because otherwise Alistair and a female Cousland would have to sit down conversation about how they’re actually third cousins or something.
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and so the couslands named their younger child yrsa - hardly a fereldan name, really, but bryce wanted to honour and preserve in the family history the painful yet crucial involvement in the rebellion, and the near miraculous survival of the battle of white river.
and, of course, the man he considered a friend and comrade - whose house proudly carried a bear on its banner.
faint bitterness washed over bryce when rendon arrived at highever, all these years later, and seemed rather repelled by the idea of the cousland daughter being brought up to be a warrior. admittedly, the howes hoped to have yrsa marry their youngest son, and so bryce tried to rationalise rendon's reaction just with that. not that warriors inherently can't make good wives - but yrsa was rather clearly just the type of warrior not to make a wife at all.
thus, truly, he didn't think twice about arl howe's reaction.
and maker, if only he did.
#dragon age nonsense#the grey warden is a brown bear#which is my dao tag please and thank you blacklist it not to see me liveblog this nonsense#starting a sideblog seems too much of a hassle
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Castle Cousland - Spring, 9:28 Dragon
[for @icewolfcaptain ]
The night air was delicious and light - Ferelden had come into the end of winter; with warm, sun kissed days and crisply chill, windy nights. The beating of bodhran drums, the whistles of tin flutes, and the bright and bouncing vocal harmonies all floated into the air and on the wind as the post-hunt celebration drew on.
The tables at the head, and along the sides of Highever's castle hall were laden with stews and seethings, dumplings, roasts, and even fish pies - perhaps not the same as the more well known variety in Starkhaven, but unique in its flavor, and a pleasantly delightful effort nonetheless. It was a celebration unique to this country - most other 'civilized' nations, and certainly the Chantry, marked of note the sun-driven holy days of the year - not the moon's. But in Ferelden, when warm days were precious, the the season of new life even more so - the first days of spring were some of the best.
This year was a bit more colorful and vibrant than perhaps may have been usual... The Couslands were hosting a guest of import, and Bryce had never been one to skimp when it came to matters of hospitality. The laws and mores of guest rights and hospitality were woven deep into the fabric of Ferelden - since days uncounted long before the land had even been called 'Ferelden'. It was something they undoubtedly still shared with their more "rustic" cousins.
'Ferelden is but one foul day away from reversion to pagan barbarism.' Or so said the Empress of Orlais, when advising her most recent Ambassador to Denerim.
Elissa waited at the head table with her mother - a few flowers braided loosely into her dark hair, in a coat and dress of differing shades of blue and trimmed with gold. In both her hands she held a two handled cup, carved and inlaid with images and icons of wolves and laurels. Her eyes flickered about the end of the room as the other attendants and servants milled about, but they were always drawn back to where her father stood, conversing with her brother and their guest of honor...
Thane Isolfr of Skjeggestad...
She was not ashamed to admit her fascination had taken a firm hold of her since being informed of her father's plans to host the Avvar leader and a few of his companions to discuss trade and passage through the lands he controlled in the Frostbacks. With how much she'd been in the castle's library, reading and studying what knowledge they had on the Avvar - Aldous had wryly commented that the Teyrn ought to 'invite barbarians to sup more often'.
"I don't know why his Lordship wastes his time with so much extra frivolity - They're just Avvar after all... you could impress them with huts made of anything better than mud, shit, and twigs..."
The sneering condescension in Arl Howe's voice to the left of her sent an unpleasant shudder down Elissa's back. She whipped her head around with an openly indignant expression and had opened her mouth to speak, but Eleanor reached out to grab and squeeze her arm.
The elder Lady Cousland then looked at the good Arl and arched a brow - her voice was superficially sweet, but her look was cold and sharp.
"Speak of your own guests in your own hall however you wish, Rendon - But you will keep a civil tongue in your mouth while you're here in ours."
There was a darkness that passed over Howe's expression before he forced a smile and inclined his head deferentially.
"Of course - as your Ladyship commands."
Elissa sighed and shook her head trying to clear away the sour feeling being around her father's friend often caused. There was distraction enough, and her expression was more relaxed as her father and Fergus finally approached with their guest.
"... would like to introduce you to the rest of my family. My wife, Eleanor... and my daughter, Elissa."
A warm smile spread across her face, the corners of it reaching up to her glittering blue eyes. She took a step forward, and lifting the cup with both hands, she offered it to him in, and with, the traditional greeting.
"Ver heill ok sæll, Thane... Welcome to my father's hall."
#world state: tbd#verse: barbarians and kings#icewolfcaptain#muse: isolfr#This kinda got away from me#but I hope its acceptable#sub world state: dark origin
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pre-arl howe going murder mode, i think it was a genuine belief in noble ladies’ solars when they met for goss or whatever that tiarnan and nathaniel would be married one day, whenever nathaniel was called home from starkhaven, which is a) why its so weird for tiarnan that rendon howe offers her thomas instead, and b) why every noble post-blight is looking at nathaniel and tiarnan in vigil’s keep like
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Tag Game: Find The Vibe
I’ve been tagged by @sillyliterature - thank you! This looks fun
The rules are like Find The Word, but with a phrase instead. In this case, the phrase is “this can’t be real”. Since this is about the vibes, it doesn’t have to be this exact phrase, but something along the same lines or that fits an interpretation of the words.
And I have just the thing from As The World Falls Down, my Prince Alistair AU. I don’t have the exact phrase, so instead I’m going with a sense of denial or disbelief:
Berwick –
His Lordship Loghain Mac Tir, Teyrn of Gwaren, has asked that Redcliffe be placed under watch for signs of a suspected plot, and as his right hand I have reached out to you, having been assured of your discretion and your skills. Enclosed is a sum of 70 Sovereigns in good faith. Your task will be to observe Castle Redcliffe and report any change in its inhabitants or environs. Should you follow His Lordsip’s directive in a satisfactory manner, your compensation will be a further 80 Sovereigns and the knowledge that you have done a great service to your country and to your king.
In my own hand,
Rendon Howe, Arl of Amaranthine
She had to read it twice. The black gulf that had threatened all her reason on the road south stretched out like a great maw to swallow her again, a rage so deep it seized her bones in iron fetters. Once more she heard the confusion of dogs and soldiers, the ring of the bell and the scream of people in the distance as the castle was overrun, the sight of her father’s face drawing pale above the slow seep of blood over the flagstones. Howe’s name on his blue-tinged lips as he slumped against a sack of flour in the pantry.
She had spent the journey to Ostagar wondering why. How he thought he would get away with it, what he had hoped to gain when the king’s ire turned northwards once more. And now, with a few simple strokes of ink on paper, it was like she stood outside her body – outside the world itself, watching the mechanisms of the constellations turn them in their orbit through the sky.
And tagging forward with no obligation: @kittlesandbugs, @minuteminx, @ellenembee, @serenpedac, @asaara-writes, @vhenad4hl and @curvyelf
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⚠️Trigger Warning: Vaguely Implied/Referenced Past SA (undescribed)
▫️Tags: Trauma, Angst, Strained Friendships, Arguments
▫️Characters: Ser Roderick Gilmore, Edan Cousland, Arl Rendon Howe (referenced)
▫️Word Count: 914
▫️Summary: Sinking deeper into the all-consuming spiral of vengeance, Edan Cousland desired nothing more than to see Howe pay for the pain he and his men inflicted on the people of castle Cousland, including his dearest friend Roderick. However, in his quest to keep the flames of his rage alive, sometimes the very person he hoped to help and avenge becomes collateral.
⭐Read On AO3! (Or under the cut!)
"You know, you make that face a lot," Edan remarked as he approached Roderick near the campfire, his eyes tracing the hard set lines between his furrowed brow, the sharp, downward slope of his thin-pressed lips.
Roderick snapped to attention as though suddenly awoken from a trance. "And what face would that be?"
"Like you've just tasted sour meat or something," Edan responded, plopping down beside him on the strewn-out blanket, stretching his legs and leaning back on his hands. "I take it something's on your mind?"
He shrugged. "You could say that."
"And would you say?" Edan asked, gazing at him while he stared vacantly off into the distance. "Care to discuss?"
"Not particularly, no."
"Hm, well alright then... In that case, I think I have an inkling. Rest assured my friend, your suffering will not go unavenged. When the time is right, we will face that slimy bastard together and—"
Sighing forcefully, Roderick waved off his valiant speech. "Right, right... Howe, I get it. In due time, my Lord, in due time."
Edan fell silent, watching him for a moment in the firelight. He looked positively miserable, dark circles under those hollow, rheumy eyes of his, all pale skin and sunken cheeks.
"Everything alright, my Lord?" Roderick spoke after an uncomfortably long silence. "You look like you want to ask me something."
"Oh, how observant! As a matter of fact, there was something I was wondering about..."
Roderick didn't turn, but his eyes drifted in Edan's direction, urging him to continue.
"I heard you didn't sleep soundly last night. That is, I heard it. You sounded very distressed, I almost thought to tear my way into your tent to check on you but I feared frightening you more.” He scratched at the back of his head, gathering himself for a moment before he dared to continue. “It was hard to make out all of it, but you spoke of a few things… some things you haven’t yet told me." Edan leaned forward slightly, his expression grim. "Would you care to tell me any further details? Might that help ease your troubles?"
Roderick shook himself free of another memory, face contorted into something unreadable. "I've spoken as much of my ordeal as I am able to."
"And yet there's still so much I don't know," Edan continued, voice softening ever-so-slightly. "I cannot imagine what could be worse than what you've already imparted upon me."
"For your own sake, I'd recommend you don't try. There are cruelties in this world no man should know, even in their imagination. You should be thankful for that, my Lord."
He waved away the sentiment with a flick of his hand. "I don't need to be spared. You lived it and you're still standing, I think I could handle a simple recounting of the events."
Roderick's posture stiffened as if pulled taut by a string while his expression fell sullen. He turned away from Edan completely, glaring into the surrounding darkness, arms crossed tightly over his chest. Through gritted teeth, he replied, "I don't see what you could possibly gain from knowing the ins and outs of how they humiliated and defiled me. Must I recount every detail of my torment?"
"Defiled?" He asked, unnerved by his choice of words and what they unfortunately confirmed. "So what I overheard while you were dreaming... Rory, I'm so sorry..."
"Are you really?" he bit back. "This was what you wanted to hear, was it not? Has that information satisfied you?"
"No!" Edan was so tremendously appalled that he could hardly get the word out. "How could I ever be satisfied knowing my dearest friend has faced something so dreadful, so inhumane... I'm sickened if anything." And enraged beyond that. Another tally against Howe, another reason he wished to see him shredded to ribbons, knowing even an ounce of the pain he had inflicted on the poor people of castle Cousland, on his beloved family, on Rory...
"Huh, that’s funny," Roderick retorted, lips curled into a sneer. "For someone so disgusted you sure seek it out like a maid in the market seeks gossip. I think there are more pressing matters ahead of us like, oh I don't know, the darkspawn? Perhaps you should focus on that instead."
Wincing at Roderick's icy tone, Edan took a deep breath before continuing. "Alright then, perhaps I've pushed too far."
"Perhaps you have," he agreed curtly.
"And... I'm sorry," Edan spoke softly, though he quickly added, "But can you really blame me? The thought that you, you of all people , suffered such great horrors at the hands of that... that monster .... it boils my blood. The more I learn about what Howe and his wretched men did to you, the more I wish to see them suffer. To make those sick, sorry bastards pay for what they've done. And they will pay." He was lost in his own head now, bringing his fist down into his open palm as he swore to his ideals.
Roderick went quiet again, staring off into the distant forest with a pained expression. "If you'll excuse me," he said, his voice just above a whisper. "I think I need to be alone for a while." Rising swiftly to his feet, he shambled off towards his tent without a single look back.
Edan could only watch as he left, confused and concerned at his abrupt departure, but more certain now than he'd ever been about what he must do.
#tw: sa mention#dragon age#dragon age origins#ser gilmore#cousland#ser gilmore npc#oc: edan#jun fics#idk if it comes up in the mod at all but I realized you can keep pushing Rory to discuss his trauma even when he's not ready#of course I choose them simply to get the lore but I often have Edan swear to get revenge for him afterwards#and he's just like “please never make me talk about this again :')”#so far he's never gotten truly angry or shut him down over it but idk I think he should and has the right so here we are
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ALETHEA COUSLAND
ALETHEA COUSLAND
Alethea Cousland was the daughter of Bryce Cousland, teyrn of Highever. When Arl Rendon Howe’s forces attacked Castle Cousland and murdered most of the Cousland family, Alethea escaped to safety with Grey Warden Commander Duncan and the Hero of Ferelden, who recruited her into the Order.
After the defeat of the Archdemon and the ending of the Fifth Blight, Alethea was wed to King Alistair and crowned Queen of Ferelden. She and the king now rule the country together.
art by @deeplord
[ dinaya ] [ ghilana ] [ willas ] [ margaret ] [ mariel ] [ lucia ]
#oc#dragon age#da:o#dragon age origins#not my art#art#dao#dragon age art#alethea cousland#cousland#oc; alethea cousland
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Replaying Origins and Jesus they deffo went there with Branka didn’t they.
Still baffles me that in a game that has people like Branka and Meredith and motherfucking Arl Rendon Howe people hate Anders the most.
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like (dis)respectfully. the murder of the teyrn of highever. second most powerful man in ferelden. should probably warrant more talk than some off hand mentions and one guy in the gnawed noble thinking it’s weird that bryce was *~*coincidentally*~* killed at the same time as the arl of denerim. i mean it when i say that if bryce and eleanor were as popular as we’re led to think, there should have been a real threat of highever threatening to break away from the crown for making rendon howe the right hand man of the queen’s regent
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The Butcher of Denerim
A short fic about Rendon Howe cause I have been analyzing his character under a microscope lately. Using this theory I did about him as basis for this fic. Basically, it is that I think Rendon sustained brain injuries during his time fighting against Orlais and this led to his personality changing and becoming the villain we see him being in the game.
Read it on AO3
444 words
Warnings: Mentions of violence.
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Rendon looked at the wood burning in the fireplace, the crack of the splinters being the only thing that broke the silence in the room. The candles had burnt out long ago, enveloping the room in almost complete darkness.
His eyes kept staring at the blunted shield hanging from the wall, where the dent of an orlesian sword had left its mark long ago. It had been him with that shield who had blocked the blow that would have certainly taken Bryce's life if it had reached him. It had nearly taken his instead.
He smiled as memories of Leonas, Bryce, Maric, Loghain and Eliane came forth. Nathaniel, Thomas and Delilah smiling as he lifted them in the air as they smiled. Nathaniel still calling him a good man despite everything. Eliane’s smile at the wedding, despite that only Bryce and Eleanor were there to see it. Better times. The tears rolled shortly after. They always did.
Then the headache. He tightened his grip on the mabari decorated armrests of the chair, his frown curving, exhaling deep breaths as the throbbing pain in the front of his head, where the scar caused by the chevalier's sword was forever etched into his skin, made his head feel like it was being torn open, the pain that had been with him all these decades after the war.
"No, he deserved to die. Bryce and his accursed family all deserved to die. They stole what I deserved! What was mine!" he shouted, arguing with the nothingness in front of him, as if the shadows themselves were judging him "Nathaniel was weak, Thomas was pathetic, Delilah the living image of that accursed Eliane. They were foolish and weak, unworthy of the Howe name" Rendon exclaimed as he walked towards the large window and pulled open the curtains in a swift motion.
He smelled the smoke before he opened the window, the stench of burnt flesh and screams filling the air. The fires in the Alienage lit the moonless night in Denerim, as soldiers marched in and "restored order" as he had commanded them to.
He smiled wickedly at the scenery. Teyrn of Highever, Arl of Amaranthine and Denerim, the riches of Ferelden’s treasury filling his coffers, Loghain blindly following his every advice. At long last, the Howe name was restored, the glory which he had always deserved finally his.
Yet he wanted more. Always more.
As he went back to his chair, he smiled for some time before his eyes drifted back to the shield hanging by the wall.
What did regret matter now? He sat in the embrace of his comfortable loneliness.
He had won.
Lucky him.
#dragon age#dragon age fanfiction#dragon age fanfic#rendon howe#illusivesoulwriting#dragon age origins#dao#da:o#da: o#denerim#ferelden
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