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fenharel · 4 years

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act 1: 5 & 6 // act 2: 1, 2 & 6 // act 3: 2, 3 & 5 for alvar!!!

Act 1

5. What did your Inquisitor do to the templars/mages? Conscription, alliance or banishment/disbanding? Why?

she allied with the mages! alvar is a mage herself, when she heard that the mages want to talk to her, it was basically a no brainer for her to check them out asap. and it was also a no brainer to offer them an alliance, alvar is actually quite aware that conscripting them might be the smarter move, but she simply doesn’t want to do that because she trusts them and she firmly believes they deserve to be independent

6. Was your Inquisitor uncomfortable with their title or did they embrace it? Would they have chosen to join the Inquisition if they had been given the option?

she wasnt uncomfortable per se, but she was surprised for sure, she’s an elf and a mage after all!! and on top of that, leader of something which main religion she doesnt even share. but she knows how to lead (in theory. baby was still just first of her clan after all) and having the mark, it made sense in her eyes also she’s a bit stupid and brave and would never say no to something like this lmao imagine her basically like “ofc im gonna save the world!!” and in the back of her head theres also a little whisper that goes “also this is dangerous and exciting, but also a bit scary, yeehaw” & yes she would have joined the inquisition if given the chance! this is a one in a lifetime experience, and she’s def the type of person to get involved. she would also never just be like “ah, let the others deal with those demons i guess..”

Act 2

1. What did your Inquisitor think of the Hawke they met? Did they clash? Were they friends? Was your Inquisitor in awe of the champion?

oh my god alvar is the biggest fangirl :’/ varric gifted her the tale of the champion back in haven & she ate the book up in a single night. she also loved to hear him talk about her, and when she was suddenly standing infront of her she was a bit star struck, ngl :’/ <3 they did become friends pretty quickly, both being pretty extroverted and social. u would find them laughing together with varric at the camp fire while on their way to the adamant fortress. alvar would question her all the time about whats true in varrics book and eleanor didn’t mind at all. alvar also went 🥺 all the time whenever eleanor mentioned anders, she loves romance......

2. Which warden ally (Loghain, Stroud or Alistair) did your Inquisitor meet? What became of the warden ally and why did your Inquisitor choose to spare/sacrifice them?

this is a tricky question because i still havent decided what i want to be canon lmao. originally she met alistair, and sacrificed hawke because it was hawkes wish, and she didnt thought it was her place to deny her that no matter how much she liked her. though, cari is my main warden for a while now, which means alistair is king and she should have met stroud. in that scenario she sacrificed stroud, i headcanon that he made a stronger case and she didnt deny him for the same reason as i mentioned before. also he’s a warden and will die of the taint anyway (though that’s something she thought of afterwards). i played this scenario only once. god i finally have to make up my mind lmao.

6. Which potential leader of Orlais (Celene, Briala or Gaspard) did your Inquisitor approve of the most? Which one did they end up backing? Was it a choice based off of personal wants or the necessary choice to win the war?

briala! and she ended up backing her, but officially putting gaspard on the throne. it was a surprise to some, some didnt thought she had it in her. but she did research quite a bit before going to orlais, and she made leliana tell her every single secret she knew about that place. one things she knew for certain was that she didnt trust celene, and that she didnt trust briala to ever get any power if celene was still present. so i would say its a mixture of personal wants (wanting elves to get treated right, for example) and politics

Act 3

2. How did your Inquisitor react to the Well of Sorrows? Did it mean anything to them? Did they feel a connection to the history it contained?

she was speechless for a second tbh. she admires mythal, and i think she heavily felt the years of pain the well contained in the air, but she also felt connected in a way that this was part of her peoples history, and yet even being a keepers first, she didnt knew anything about it. part of her was quite excited to have uncovered such a thing, another part of her was almost a bit regretful, this was the first time she thought about how much more there could be about elves she never knew about

3. Who drank from the well, Morrigan or your Inquisitor, and what were your Inquisitor’s reasons for who drank? Were they fearful of Morrigan? Did they desire the secrets of the well?

alvar drank! she wasnt fearful of morrigan, but she was fearful for her, she didnt wanted to let her drink it because it was dangerous, and she’s the type to do things like that herself then (im rolling my eyes hard rn) though, there was also a part of her deep down that wanted the knowledge for herself, that believes as an elf she should be the one to gather the secrets of the ancient elves. she isn’t very aware of that though.

5. What were your Inquisitor’s plans after defeating Corypheus? Did they intend to abandon their role as Inquisitor or remain with the Inquisition?

honestly, she’s more the type to live in the moment, she didnt had many plans. all she really wanted was to visit her clan and her parents for a bit and introduce them to solas as well, but that didnt happen :-)

Dragon Age Asks: Inquisitor + Choices

#sorry for doing this so late :o #thalasians #answered #alva lavellan #ocs tag

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intoxicatiing · 4 years

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@sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins sent: The gift was a very, very early birthday present, but Varric put it together regardless. On her desk, there was a box with a few books that he thought she would enjoy. As well as a new writing tool. Right next to the box, there was a short but sweet letter wishing her a good birthday from the man himself. He even wrote down a quick passage about her that he wrote in his next book. Sera stepped in as well, placing a jar of bees and a paper full of drawings on the desk.

Birthday time birthday time || Accepting ofc

No matter Rby’s thoughts on her birthday, there was no denying the sight of the sight of gifts on her desk brought unexpected delight. The bees, naturally, caught her attention first, and Ruby sighed, though not without some affection at the sight of Sera’s favorite signature. Where did she get all of these, anyway? And -- well. perhaps it was time to properly present the idea of an Inquisition beekeeper to the Inquisitor themselves.

The drawings she looked over next, carefully sliding the jar off to laugh gently at the drawings. Sera’s talents were numerous, but even if there was no skill in the drawings themselves, Ruby would have found herself smiling down at them anyway -- work done just for her, not to show off one’s wealth or skill but simply to share and delight. It was personal, and that, more than anything, was what she loved most. She would have the paper preserved in a safe place, and perhaps send a few small knives sent Sera’s way as a gesture of thanks.

As for the books -- Ruby was never unhappy to be gifted books, but the distant joy changed to outright delight and anticipation as she looked over the titles. Varric knew her well, and she struggled to think on how to best show her thanks -- until, at least, she got to his letter. The wishes were all well and good, but she found herself grinning at the passage, unable to deny how much more she was already anticipating his next book. Perhaps he’d like it if she read to him. She always delighted listening to him narrate, and Ruby knew how to use her voice. Her impressions, however, left much to be desired. If she was lucky, he’d find them hilarious.

But, for now, she had new books to devour. Twirling her new pen between her fingers, Ruby found a place for everything -- couldn’t operate with even the slightest mess -- and sat at her desk to read.

#ask #sharp teeth and wide grins #sharp teeth and wide grins sera #sharp teeth and wide grins varric #v: dragon age #birthday #i love....these are all so good...

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pestopascal · 6 years

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edging towards hope

“‘Quid pro quo’?” she asks, aside, as squabbling begins. Words heavy and foreign. Definitely not Elvish, trade or even what little qunlat Bull and Amon had shared with her. “It’s Tevene,” Amon answers, as they watch Alistair rise at some taunt from Morrigan. “A way of saying ‘a favour for a favour’.”

Kahari watches as their arguments go, and go, and go, running circles around how they wanted to help, but didn't want to admit why.

cross posted: ao3

Kahari Lavellan is the Herald, Amon Adaar is the Inquisitor. I kinda always preferred the titles separately and, well,

i do like how in game, depending on romance ofc, but esp w zevran, no one just assumed to find zevran and they would find the warden? 'oh they're missing!' actually theyre vacationing in antiva, drinking mimosas in their villa and sighing about how much money they have, but w/e

Leliana had summoned the both of them to the war room, post-haste. Kahari barely had a moment to loop buttons through holes, when Amon had knocked precisely once at her door, throwing it open immediately after. He had looked at her, with that frown he always wore, edged his head in the general direction of where they needed to go, and took off. It didn’t help one of his strides was at least three of hers, but she caught up eventually, and now stood before their advisors.

Two of three who looked like they had accidentally eaten something sour, and Josephine looking just as confused as the rest of them. Morrigan too, lingered around the table, and the warden, Alistair, making himself comfortable in a chair off to the left. Quite a group they had managed, and Kahari sent Amon a look from the corner of her eye. What was going on?

Finally, Cassandra joined them, and whatever stillness filled the room fled. Kahari peered around Cassandra to also see Varric trailing after her. She almost expected the rest of their inner circle to join them, but the door was shut, and Leliana finally spoke.

“We asked you to join us because… we weren’t sure how to do this ourselves.” Such uncertainty in Leliana finally has Amon react, even it was just a slow blink. Kahari watches his chest slowing rise and fall, and wondered what went on in his head for his face to remain so impassive, but how his fingers clenched behind his back so tightly.

“What seems to be the problem?” she probes, as she presumes that was the right thing to do. Humans were strange in that they needed needling and reminding to continue conversation. Whilst Kahari found it oddly adorable, Shiral had merely bristled at such an idea. There was harping on about how conversation was not a matter of asking your partner to continue, but well, Shiral said a lot of things Kahari stopped listening to, especially when it came to humans.

Cullen moves, but he’s stiff, just as unsure. Like he wasn’t sure if he should lean against the table, sit at the edge, maybe just lie down on the ground. Kahari was halfway to asking if he would be more comfortable that way, when he finally speaks: “the Hero of Ferelden made contact with us. They… wish to offer their assistance.”

“Oh?” Amon surely made the question, but his mouth hardly moved for it. Fascinated, Kahari continued to stare, waiting for Amon to continue, move the conversation along. But he had said his piece, and Cullen stepped in.

“However, she wants us to help her first.” From the way Cullen fidgets, resting elbow upon hilt before moving once again, this was hitting some chord that he wasn’t sure how to deal with. Kahari left watching Amon’s face, to looking around the room. (Absently, she noticed Varric showing something other than despair — a blank look of fear, and that just begged addressing).

Morrigan interjects, and this was starting off like one of those overtly dramatic books Kahari had recently. “Of course she does. Basilia has always been fond of ‘quid pro quo’, as it was.”

“‘Quid pro quo’?” she asks, aside, as squabbling begins. Words heavy and foreign. Definitely not Elvish, trade or even what little qunlat Bull and Amon had shared with her.

“It’s Tevene,” Amon answers, as they watch Alistair rise at some taunt from Morrigan. “A way of saying ‘a favour for a favour’.”

“Oh… what a strange language.”

Amon’s mouth curls into a smile. “Very old fashioned.”

Rolling the words in her head, adding it away to the Tevene that she knew of, Kahari had to ask: “so, should we be worried?” The ‘of her’ went unspoken, but Amon knew immediately.

“I’ve heard stories from the Arishok. He spoke highly of this Hero. Even more so than his predecessor of Hawke. ‘Basalit-an’ is what Hawke is, but the Hero…” His voice sunk to some depth Kahari hadn’t heard before — low, reverent. As if his life had been marked by meeting the Hero, too.

But Kahari frowned as Amon trailed off. Of course she had heard of the Blight, heard of the mage. A Dalish elf had also accompanied her, or several, stories get muddled, but whatever happened to them was lost to the wind. “What did the Arishok call the Hero of Ferelden?”

“‘Kadan’. ‘Ashkaari’. ‘Basalit-an’ even before he was Arishok.”

“Huh.” Truly, that was all she could manage, as Amon’s face fell smoothly back into place, conversation over. Revealed too much, or enough? Kahari had a grasp of Qunlat that she understood the meaning of words, that the new Arishok had heaped on the Hero of Ferelden, and watching how the humans were still disputing over some request or other, just made her wonder what everyone else in the room referred to her as.

“What would you have us do, then?” She asks, just as Leliana, or Josephine, or even Cassandra, went to fire up again.

“Don’t—”

“—We have to—”

“—Morale—”

“Enough!”

Blinking, Kahari turns to look over her shoulder. Varric had finally spoken up. Strange, to see him equal parts fearful and angered, as he strode into the centre of the room, not letting his emotions prevent him from capturing all eyes. Kahari caught the look Amon gave her, quickly, and nodded. Let Varric say his piece.

“Yes, having the Hero of Ferelden on our side will be helpful. She’s powerful, connected, and having her in our back pocket will bring in a lot of income, too.” Varric’s eyes sweep as he talks, picking out each person as he raises a point. Making it apparent to them. Kahari always enjoyed watching him speak, as Amon was commanding, authoritative, and she believed herself to be adequate enough. But Varric addressed a room in ways neither of them could.

“I think we’re forgetting the fact that we condemned her cousin to the Fade, the wardens are now separated from the North, what happened at Redcliffe, and the fact that it’s an archdemon. Any one of those reasons is enough for her to leave, or burn us all.”

“Varric—” Cassandra speaks up, taking a step forward. An attempt to intervene.

“What’s your point then, Varric? Are you saying we help her, or don’t?” Cullen is tense, just wanting a definitive yes or no. His face shifts too much, as if he himself knows what he wants, and is trying to deny it for argument’s sake. But arguing with who? A mental note, for later. Discuss with Amon.

“She’ll know about what happened with Hawke by now. Hawke said she left Fenris in Amell’s care.” There’s tension in him now. The wound was still raw, and when Kahari had sat with Varric by the fire, as he had written out letters to friends spread all over Thedas, she had listened to tales of Hawke that seemed wild and unrealistic. Clenched fists. Hunched shoulders. Wound open and bleeding on the floor.

Kahari wanted to help, but she didn’t know these people. Names, going over her head. Amon seemed to have moved, no longer stony faced and impassive, but looking, trying to find answers in body language. Whatever he found, Kahari hoped he would share. At least three separate people in the room were for the Hero, and Kahari could hear their hearts beat a little faster at just the mention of a surname.

“We just need to know what we need to do, and what to do,” Kahari reminds them, interjecting. No need to rehash the events of Adamant, of Redcliffe, of Haven. “We’ll find her, just, please—”

“Basilia plans on heading to Tevinter,” Alistair speaks, and his tone is grave. “She wouldn’t be here for long, even if you found her.”

Morrigan practically squawks, and Kahari had never thought for her to make such an unrefined noise. She was not the only one to notice. “And how would you know something like that?”

Alistair actually manages to procure the most withering stare, and his response was filled with enough weight behind it, that Kahari had to wonder if something deeper was going on. “I do actually try to keep in contact with friends, Morrigan. You should learn about this amazing thing called a letter. Quite handy.”

Finally, finally, Josephine spoke up. “But if you have been keeping in contact, how has no one been able to find Lady Amell?” Kahari had to crack a smile at how she pointedly looked at Cassandra and Leliana.

“She’s been in Antiva,” Alistair answered, to no one in particular. As if it was just a mere fact. And it was.

Cassandra scoffed. “Antiva?! Don’t be ridiculous!” Had they actually travelled to Antiva? Amon had said something about how much effort had gone into scouring for Hawke, when Hawke walked through the front gates of Skyhold without anyone stopping her. Which just begged the question: did anyone know what their Heroes and Champions even looked like? As no one seemed to believe that neither herself nor Amon could be Herald or Inquisitor.

And as far as Kahari was aware, both Amell and Hawke were humans. Ferelden women, too.

“With Zevran. Crows? Antivan Crows? Remember that assassination attempt? Love at first stab thing? Her and Zevran are always together. The last time I saw them at Amaranthine they were hardly separated for a minute.”

From the way Alistair spelled it out, realisation seemed to dawn on Cassandra like she hadn’t considered that a possibility. When Kahari’s clan had been going between lands and borders, they had heard of the Crows — but of course, almost everyone did. Rumours of Dalish elves joining the Crows was something elders tried to crush, but some younger ones romanticised it, while others lived in fear of being taken in the night.

Kahari admittedly had found one of the stories some of the older girls told to be bittersweet, and well. Well. “Wait, the Hero — the Warden — nearly got assassinated, and instead married her assassin?” Creators, this was definitely better than her books.

“It wasn’t a very good attempt, to be fair.” Alistair shrugged. Kahari was going to write a letter home, and tell them that at least a combination of six different stories had actually come true.

“But it happened!”

Opening his mouth to speak, Alistair was cut off. Not by Morrigan, Leliana, Cassandra, Cullen or even Josephine! But, in fact—

“I have heard enough.” Snatching the papers off the table, a map, a note, a series of questions, Amon turns heel and only stops to pause at the door for one last rumble. “We will leave at sundown. Finish your squabbling and see me before then if need be.”

The door closes. No one spoke. Kahari assumed that meant Amon had gathered what he had needed to understand, and let out a small sigh. Her cue to leave as well. Amon would tell Bull, who would tell her. Convenient Bull was so willing to work between the two of them, as if the translation and secrecy reminded him of a life he once had, perhaps.

A thought for another time. Kahari just smiles, bows, and follows where Amon would have gone, not waiting for the door to shut behind her. She can hear the voices rise down the hallway and thinks, oh, humans.

#female lavellan #male adaar #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #alistair theirin #cassandra pentaghast #im not tagging them all #my fic #lyrium high

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