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Lighthouse Malfunction Cut Content

Before Blood of Arlathan, there was supposed to be another quest in the game - Darkness Falls. The astrolabe was breaking down, there was no way from the camp, because the eluvians weren't working either, and it was getting dark. The Lighthouse defense was slowly fading. Emmrich and Bellara came up with a plan to fix it. Rook had to go to one of the islands near the Lighthouse to get an elven artifact that could repair the astrolabe. But to get there, the help of the spirit was needed. Thus, the player had to choose who to take with them - Manfred or Spite.

In the game, the astrolabe is already broken. It can still be fixed, but this is a side quest, it doesn't play a role in the plot. This will only give you a discount at the Caretaker's workshop and an alternative look of the library.

However you can still find mentions of the Lighthouse Malfunction in the files.

Some of this content can be activated in the game using modding tools. For example, sky textures that look like twilight.

There's also malfunction lighting. I'm not sure I triggered it correctly because it looks like horror for epileptic people. But maybe it's just unfinished.

The localization file contains many lines of deleted dialogues from this quest. Hard to say whether they were voiced.

It all started with Davrin meeting Rook outside.

Rook: Davrin? You know what's happening? Davrin: Something's strange with the Lighthouse. Emmrich said to find him.

Emmrich's room, where he and Bellara discuss what to do next.

Rook: The eluvians don't work, and neither of you know why? Emmrich: The astrolabe in the main hall is out of alignment. Until we correct it, the Lighthouse's protective wards will slowly fade. Rook: And if we don't correct it? Bellara: Without the wards, we'll be open to all sorts of bad stuff. Raw magic, demons, the work. Bellara: Well not yet! Emmrich: You know, it's more than just the wards. Half the artifacts in my room have shut down, and I don't know why. Bellara: Right Professor.

Option: What caused this? Rook: Why'd the astrolabe break? Emmrich: We're not sure. The Lighthouse is so old, it could just be time. Bellara: It certainly wasn't caused by a greater spirit, or a sudden swell of magic. And yet... Emmrich: Well. Let's turn our thoughts to repairs.

Option: We've seen worse. Haven't we? Rook: This can't be as bad as some of Arlathan. Can it? Bellara: In Arlathan, we could leave. Sometimes. But we've got a plan.

Option: Well, still standing for now. Rook: I'm sure our senior necromancer would warn us if we were about to be crushed. Emmrich: Well, it would be more akin to being etherically attenuated than crushed. Bellara: It won't come to that! We've got a plan.

Option: We'll solve it together. Rook: We've got you and Emmrich, the rest of the team. We'll figure it out. Bellara: Oh! We already have a plan.

Option: What's the plan? Rook: How do we fix it? Bellara: We figured that out! Mostly.

Emmrich: Bellara's tracked down an artifact we can use to repair the astrolabe. Rook: Tell me where. Bellara: Professor Emmrich found this magic... thread from it that leads to one of the floating islands. Rook: How do you two even know this artifact exists? Bellara: A receptacle in the main hall came to life when the astrolabe malfunctioned. Bellara: I've seen them in Arlathan. Inserting the right artifact will make repairs. Emmrich: Yes. All of which we determined before you clambered up the astrolabe. Bellara: I had to double check! Rook: Okay. We need to get to the island with the artifact to fix all this. Emmrich: It's on one of the floating islands. You'll need help reaching it. Spirit help.

Next, Lucanis, Manfred and Spite take part in the conversation.

Side note. This is just my guess, but I think some of Lucanis' lines in this quest differed depending on whether the player had completed the Inner Demons or not.

Lucanis: You want Spite to help? Emmrich: We require both of you, Lucanis. Lucanis: Never! Lucanis: Emmrich. Unlike Manfred, Spite does not love doing what he's told. Emmrich: Perhaps, but Spite grows so much more aware when he works with you, Lucanis. Lucanis: Or you could send Manfred. Emmrich: Unsupervised? Bellara: Hmm. Manfred could probably find a path to the island for Rook. Manfred: (Excited hiss.)

Option: Why doesn't Emmrich do this? Rook: Can't you find this spirit path, Emmrich? Emmrich: Certainly, but— Rook: But you and Bellara have to stay here and stop the roof from collapsing? Emmrich: We have a few days before anything really bad happens. But it's safer.

Option: I'll take Manfred. Rook: You ready to go Manfred? Manfred: (Excited hiss.) Emmrich: Oh, if he must. Don't let him out of your sight!

Option: I'll take Spite. Rook: You up for this Spite? Lucanis: No. Lucanis (Spite): (Inhales.) Smells like... fear. Sweat. And frustration. Lucanis: (Deep groaning.) Lucanis: (Sighs.) I'll—we'll be outside.

Rook: What's this artifact I'm after look like? Emmrich: Same shape as the astrolabe, but much smaller. The path to it should start near Harding's room. Emmrich: Bring it to the main hall once you've found it. We'll ensure the Lighthouse is warded again.

Journal note The Lighthouse is normally shielded from the raw magic of the Fade, but something has gone wrong. The team must repair the ancient devices keeping their headquarters safe and hidden, before the wards fail and chaos envelops them.

Companions in the library: - Why's it so cold all of a sudden? - I'm cold now too. Why can't I see my breath? - See the astrolabe up there? It normally keeps the Lighthouse steady, but something's amiss. - Magic, probably. Not my specialty this time.

- Bellara and Emmrich will fix it. - Speaking of which, where was Manfred going in such a hurry?

- Bellara and that death mage said they'd fix things. - Hey, was Lucanis arguing with Spite when he passed by us?

Rook: Manfred must already be outside. Rook: Lucanis must already be outside with Spite.

In the courtyard.

Rook: Can you help turn on this portal to the island, Manfred? Manfred: (Happy hiss.) Rook: Thanks!

Rook: Spite? Can you activate this portal to the island? Lucanis (Spite): Finally! Lucanis (Spite): Rook. Needs me. Everyone. Needs me. Lucanis: Ignore him.

The full picture is unknown, only some details. Rook moved between the islands around the Lighthouse, for this Manfred or Spite held the portal for them. Unlike Spite, Manfred needed to be directed to the waypoint.

Lucanis has some raw animations in the files when he's in Spite mode holding the portal for Rook.

Rook: Think you can help find a path to it? Manfred: (Curious hiss.)

Lucanis (Spite): It's here. The path. I will take it. Lucanis (Spite): Move!

(Thunderous rumble.)

Manfred: (Frightened hiss.) Rook (Mourn Watch): We both grew up in the Necropolis, Manfred. We can handle whatever that was. Rook: I don't know what that was either, Manfred. Let's keep going. Manfred: (Happy hiss.)

Rook: Spite? Lucanis (Spite): (Angry snarl.) Close. Lucanis: Let's keep moving. Lucanis (Spite): Faster!

The path to the artifact is blocked by a barrier that can be lowed by wisps.

Rook: A barrier?

Manfred: (Concerned hiss.) Rook: Maybe it's part of the Lighthouse's defenses.

Lucanis: I see it. That barrier could be the Lighthouse defending itself.

Rook: We'll need a wisp here.

Rook (Mourn Watch): Manfred? Would you do the honors? Manfred: (Excited hiss.) Rook (Mourn Watch): Thanks Manfred. And hail the eyes of the dead. Manfred: (Very excited hiss.)

Rook: Where do we get a wisp? Rook: Unless you can call one up Manfred—wait. Can you? Manfred: (Excited hiss.) Rook: It worked! Thanks Manfred. Manfred: (Pleased hiss.)

Rook: They won't answer. Lucanis: They will. Lucanis: Call. Lucanis (Spite): COME. OUT. OR I. WILL FIND YOU! Rook: That worked? Lucanis (Spite): Curiosity. Is predictable.

Rook: That has to be the artifact Emmrich needs. Manfred: (Excited hiss.) Lucanis (Spite): Trash. Stinks of magic. Mine. Is better.

On the way back.

Rook: Wait here, Manfred. And don't wander off, Emmrich would kill me. Manfred: (Happy hiss.)

Lucanis: We'll wait here and make sure the path doesn't strand you.

Suddenly the gods cut off the path that leads Rook to the spirit companion.

Elgar'nan: At last. The Dread Wolf's little soldiers. Rook: Elgar'nan? Ghilan'nain: We have scryed you out by the blood of my dragon on your hands. Ghilan'nain: Solas erected veils of secrecy around his old lair. We've had such difficulty finding it.

Rook: That was the gods!

Rook: Manfred? I'm trapped up here! Can you help? Manfred: (Concerned hiss.)

Rook: They trapped me here! Lucanis: We'll find you a way down!

Manfred: (Loud hiss.) Rook: A path. Good work Manfred! Meet me below. Manfred: (Tired hiss.)

Lucanis (Spite): Do. What. I. Say! Lucanis (Spite): Now! Rook: I see the path! I'll meet you two down below! Lucanis (Spite): (Panting.) Go. Now.

Lucanis: Is that the gods? Are they closer?

Rook: It's just voices. They aren't here yet! Elgar'nan: Oh, but we shall be soon.

Rook: We have to hide the Lighthouse. I need to get this artifact to Emmrich!

Rook (Mourn Watch): I'll get us around this. Stay here Manfred. Watcher's orders. Manfred: (Obedient hiss.)

Rook: Sit tight, Manfred. I'll get us around this. Manfred: (Consoled hiss.)

Rook: Done! Come on Manfred. Manfred: (Happy hiss.)

Lucanis (Spite): (Inhales.) Wrong. Wrong. Wrong! Lucanis (Spite): Stench. Of pride! Old. And stale! Lucanis: Calm down. Rook: I'll get us past this. Spite, just concentrate on making this path exist.

Elgar'nan: You thought we wouldn't notice you harrying our forces. Elgar'nan: But I assure you: I see all. Rook: Get... get out of my head! Elgar'nan: It would be wisdom to simply submit. To obey. Rook: A shame, that Wisdom failed to find you in your long years of reflection. Ghilan'nain: We will make far better use of this place, and yourselves, than Solas ever could. Elgar'nan: And learning what the Dread Wolf has told you all. Rook: We don't answer to you! Ghilan'nain: They resist. We are not close enough to Solas's lair. Elgar'nan: Distance will be of little consequence, after we visit Arlathan.

Rook returns to the Lighthouse. Manfred and Lucanis falling over with tiredness.

Manfred: (Unhappy hiss.) Rook: Manfred? Rook: You all right? Maybe Emmrich should look you over. Manfred: (Sad hiss.) Rook (Mourn Watch): The local astral instability must have overtaxed you when you channeled the path. Rook: You're not used to channeling this much magic for spell-casting. Rook: I've got to get to the main hall. Emmrich will help you after.

Lucanis: Do you have the—ugh! Rook: Lucanis? Rook: You two okay? Lucanis: Spite wore us both out to make that path. Rook: Did doing all this magic... hurt you? Lucanis: It doesn't matter. Get to the main hall.

Ghilan'nain: The Fade is clouded. Obscured. Ghilan'nain: We must find these mortals. Elgar'nan: I am keen to explore Fen'Harel's vaunted refuge. Ghilan'nain: We can reshape it. Repurpose it. And the mortals within.

Companions in the library: - Does anyone else... hrm. Thought I heard a voice. - Is that the gods? - Are the gods here? Right now? - They're saying stuff... in my head? - If Emmrich doesn't fix that astrolabe—damn it. I can hear them! - Don't listen. Block them out! - The gods are trying to bring the Lighthouse down on our heads! - They won't get the chance. This is our home now!

Ghilan'nain: My finest work. An Archdemon like no other. Planned for, nurtured, improved. Ghilan'nain: Slain by mortals. Elgar'nan: When we free the blight, you will raise a thousand Archdemons as your host.

Ghilan'nain: Dark. Shifting. The Dread Wolf's lair hides his underlings. Ghilan'nain: Everywhere sounds different now. Ghilan'nain: The blight calls as well. It will take great effort to unleash it all from the Fade.

Rook: Here's the artifact! Emmrich: Just in time! Place it into the receptacle.

In the game, Rook fixes the astrolabe by activating the device. But during malfunction this was only 50% of success. Restoring the Lighthouse's defenses also required manipulation by Emmrich and Bellara.

Companions in the library: - Were the gods almost here? - They're gone right? - They're gone! - I can't believe the gods were so close to finding us. - Hey. Glad you made it safely. - I don't feel them anymore. But Rook's got to tell us what happened.

Rook: I'll fill everyone in.

Lucanis: I'll make coffee.

Team sofa conversation or in the kitchen dunno.

Davrin: Glad to see the Lighthouse is once again our home sweet home. Emmrich: The artifact that fixed the astrolabe is a miniaturized suppressing element. It negates Fade energy! Emmrich: Including the gods' magic. We are hidden from their scrying. Rook: Thanks to you and Bellara.

Bellara: Professor, about that artifact... Emmrich: It's safe to remove, if you'd like to study it. Bellara: By seal and light. By the indwelling flame. (Magic crackling.) Bellara: The spellwork was straightforward, but I sense quite a few interlocking mechanisms inside. Bellara: I've never seen anything like it.

Rook: Harding. Harding: But it's all over, Rook. Right?

Option: It mostly worked out. Rook: If Manfred hadn't been here, and Bellara didn't know about that artifact, and Emmrich hadn't fixed it... Rook: If we didn't have Spite, if Bellara hadn't found that artifact, if Emmrich hadn't repaired the astrolabe... Harding: I know right? How are we even going to sleep tonight? Rook: Count your victories.

Option: They came so close. Rook: This was too close. Can't believe the damn gods were nearly on top of us. Rook: But even with no warning, we slipped away. Harding: Bet they're angry they failed. Rook: They'll be mad. Good.

Option: But we still beat them. Rook: We're still here. And only a little scared. Come on, that's something! Harding: All right, the gods aren't infallible. Rook: Damn right they're not.

Rook: And Manfred. Is he all right? Emmrich: Exhausted. But he'll recover. Emmrich: I'm afraid I won't be of much help, however, until I reknit his corporeal tethering. Neve: That sounds calmer. Good work, Fred. Manfred: (Tired hiss.)

Rook: And Spite and Lucanis. How are you two doing? Lucanis: Fine. We're fine. Neve: That's a lot better. Thanks Lucanis. And Spite. Lucanis (Spite): Mine! I am. The stronger one! I... (Tired growl.)

Lucanis: Spite... may have overdone it. I can barely keep my eyes open. I think he needs a nap. Lucanis (Spite): No! Sleep! Is weak—(Yawns.)

Harding: What's our next move? Rook: Elgar'nan confirmed the gods want something in Arlathan. The Veil Jumpers might know more. Harding: We actually got a message from them, before all this. Morrigan wants to meet. Didn't say why. Rook: Okay. We'll ask the Veil Jumpers about the gods, and pay Morrigan a visit.

Journal note: When the Lighthouse lost its magical protection, little did the team realize the cause of this breakdown was the elven gods attempting to track down Solas' old lair. With help from the others, Emmrich restored the wards and hid the Lighthouse again from the gods with an old, elven artifact. Bellara took the artifact for study, noting it had strange, magic-nullifying properties that could be very useful indeed.

There's an alternative post-malfunction convo. The speakers aren't fully identified.

Bellara: The suppression element is... doing what it does. Really well! Emmrich: Direct nullification of the Fade energy that powers it. Ingenious. Rook: The Lighthouse is stable? We're sure the gods are out? Emmrich: Thanks to your taming the device, yes. The gods are blind to us. Bellara: So we're safe here. Rook: Good, good. Just one question, then.

Option: Everyone ready to hit back? Rook: They probably think we're reeling, like they got us afraid of them. I say we get moving.

Option: What unbelievable assholes. Rook: Anyone else as pissed as I am? They go where they want like they own it, like they're.... Bellara: Like they're gods? Rook: No, they're assholes just... fucking up our house! I want a plan that hits back.

Option: Can we use it to attack them? Rook: Can you get it small enough to shove up a god's ass? Asking for a friend. Emmrich: We can study the suppression device. But the gods are moving now.

The rest of the party talk: - See? They try to scare us, and instead, consensus. I want a plan. - And me. - Lick our wounds later. Get to business. - Right. We need a plan. What do we know? - The voices we heard. I don't think they knew we could hear them. - Elgar'nan may intend a mass sacrifice. - To do what? - Then Elgar'nan's got plans for a ritual. He said he wanted "magical fodder." - "From the dust of our empire." That's got to mean elves. - Like the Wardens said. Guessing he's not planning anything good with them. - This is tricky. Elves need to know the threat. - Even if they know, they might try to get involved anyway. - We've got a useful tool here, and we'll study it. But we can't let them take people now. - Are they taking people, or are people joining them? The Venatori did. - We've seen what they really are. Our "gods." More than once. - So we know where they'll be, and we've got some idea about their plan. - This may be our chance to take down Ghilan'nain. We'll talk to the Veil Jumpers and figure out what's going on in Arlathan. - And if the gods are already there? Gathering "fodder." - We warn them, but with care. - Well, looks like we're going to Arlathan. - Whatever happens, let's be careful. We can't afford to miss anything. - We need to move fast. - Doesn't matter. We stop it. - Time to visit Arlathan.

And it seems that the Music Room and The Wolf's Den could only be explored after the malfunction quest.

The release version didn't include these Rooks' lines from there: - I'm glad we got that fixed. - A piano? I wonder who played. - Wow. - A hideaway inside a hideaway. - Solas must've spent a lot of time here.

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Alaric 'Task' Albrecht

A character inspo attempt has been made -

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Evil Rook AU... in which the Venatori succeeded in capturing Rook, and through relentless torture and isolation, reshaped him as a weapon, bound to a master through a vial of his own blood.

In this AU, Rook was never trapped in the fade, but was taken by the Venatori instead, vanishing without a trace for weeks. Viago finally picked up his trail, and dropped everything to bring him back, joined by Lucanis who had already spent weeks carving a bloody path through mages in search for a clue.

(My original focus was supposed to be Rook and Viago angst but I got carried away and it's not really what I did, so I guess I have to draw the follow up with the two now lol)

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He flinched as the doctor shaved half of his hair off in order to get a better visual inspection of the wound, the feel of the razor against his scalp causing him an anxiety that he didn't understand. His hands fidgeting against his leg as he did his best to stay still while he wrote on the pad they'd given him "Ah, are you sure that's absolutely necessary, Ser?" only to receive a sigh in response as he held it up for the doctor to read, likely because he'd been questioning everything the doctor and his staff had done since he'd been led into the building by a senior Mourn Watcher.

The razor set aside once he finished, the doctor smoothed his hand over the wound, magic concentrating in his fingers to sense out what all might be going on with the man who seemed to be determined to frustrate him and his staff. Irritated grey eyes fixing onto strangely mismatched golden brown and green-blue eyes as he asked for the third time "What is your name, boy?"

His mouth opened as he went to reply, and then closed, both due to no words coming out and not knowing the answer to the question. Eyes under a furrowed brow looking around the room, he could name every piece of equipment in the room, but not himself, and when he tried to remember it just made his head hurt worse.. Why? The writing on the pad was sharp, the irritation he felt causing the script as he scrawled yet again, "I don't know.." to clearly convey as the quill dug deep as it moved.

The doctor shook his head as he checked the mans pupils, other than the odd colouring and some minor petechial hemorrhaging he didn't note anything to cause serious worry. His fingers moved over the wound... there was swelling, and some deep bruising beneath the cracks that spread like a spiderweb beneath the skin of the mans scalp, thankfully not life threatening and easily healed. The doctor let his fingers smooth across the area slowly as he focused on the task at hand, trying to figure out what to do with the patient once done. "Well then, we need to call you something in the interim.."

The patient had answered other questions with no issue, but when it came to questions about himself, his family, or anything seemingly personal in nature he came up blank and seemed to get confused and anxious when he tried to remember. When asked about his family in particular he'd paled and become nauseous to the point the doctor had decided it was best to stop that line of inquiry. Which was going to make finding out where to send him a difficult.. task. "I will be calling you Task while you are with us, if that is acceptable to you."

He shrugged and then nodded, it was better than nothing, the quill moving across the pad and then holding it up "That's fine, Ser. Where am I going from here?" 

The doctor motioned to one of the staff and then for Task to stand up "For now you'll be staying with us for observation, see if we can jog some of those missing memories loose and get you to your.. Ah, to where you need to be." a hand going to Task's shoulder and giving him a reassuring pat as he stood "So I'll need you to go with Liita, she will take you to a room.." a glance given to the bloody clothes that Task wore "She will also get you some clean clothes and arrange for a meal to be brought to you."

He glanced over at the tiny redhead, Liita, as she took his arm and back to the doctor "I.. yes, Ser. Thank you.." then followed Liita out.

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I have committed reroll on Task and started a second run for him (He was my first human and he only avoided being deleted because I modelled him off of Tamrian and then the Hawke armour dropped) Now I'mma make him play bagpipes.

Also finally fleshing him out a bit more so this space will get updated at random.

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Name: Alaric 'Task' Albrecht:

Age: 27'ish years old, date of birth unknown - around a month old when he was found in the Necropolis on the 11th of Drakonis 9:25 Dragon Race: Human - Elf-Blooded Beliefs: Atheist Personality: Diplomatic, a bit awkward. A random streak of sarcasm that rears up occasionally.  Status: Mage - Manifested at just shy of 6 Faction: Mourn Watch Specialization: Spellblade - RRAU Healer Languages Spoken: Trade/Common, Nevarran, Elven, Sign. Gender: Honk(amab) Gender Presentation: Masc Pronouns: They/Them/He/Him Orientation: Gay Canon Romance: Lucanis RRAU Romance: Single Prior Relationship: Ah'er, Qunari Mourn Watcher trauma bat

Appearance:

Eyes: Heterochromia/Partial Center Heterochromia- Left Green with blue at the center, Right Golden with a bit of Brown Hair: White, half shorn. Formerly Black, turned white during the War of the Banners. Height: 182.88cm(6') Skin: Light Freckling Tattoo: Small white "flame" between eyes/brows. Scars: Small scar on his upper lip from a fight he got into as a kid, though he doesn't remember that. Some of the scars on his body are from the War of Banners, the rest he is unsure of origin(trauma bat).

Dislikes: People who are needlessly cruel, Venatori, shellfish/most seafood, dark chocolate, excessively hot days, gold Likes: The rain/storms, forests, studying/research, languages, tea, sweets, spicy foods, wisps, healing, flowers, silver  Hobbies: Plays the Hümmelchen(bagpipes), Going on hikes, Rock climbing, reading/research, alchemy, herbalism

Taken in and raised by the Albrecht family after several years in an orphanage. The only clues to his actual parentage is an elven made ring that was found carefully sewn into the clothes he was wearing when he was found as an infant in the Necropolis crypt.

Adoptive Family: Not good people Father: Johann Albrecht - Blood Mage - Pro-Venatori  Mother: Elke Porenni - Blood Mage - Pro-Venatori  Older Brother: Jannik - 33yrs Old trauma bat  Younger ​​​​​​​Sister: Gisela - 25yrs Old - Follows her parents orders.

Birth Family: Information Unknown Father: ? Mother: ? Sibling(s): ?

Has no memories of who he was, just wandered in from the War of the Banners with a head injury and a lot of confusion as to why he knows everything but who he was/is(also remembers nothing about the family that raised him or anyone that was in his life). Spent the last year recovering, and was then sent to assist with the Veilguard even though his memory still hasn't returned. Was unable to speak for 6 months, learned sign language and still regularly uses it even though he started speaking again.

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Dialogue Responses Masterlist

"Where do we go from here?" (x)

"I miss you." (x)

"It doesn't matter." (x)

"How are you?" (x)

"I need your help." (x)

"What do you need?" (x)

"I have a plan." (x)

"There is something I wanted to tell you…" (x)

"What is wrong with you?" (x)

"Do you feel better now?" (x)

"I feel like I'm losing you." (x)

"What are we?" (x)

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you." (x)

"I think you are in love." (x)

"Can we talk?" (x)

"Are you afraid of me?" (x)

"Have I ever lied to you?" (x)

"I love you." (x)

"I hate you." (x)

"I thought you were dead!" (x)

"I said sorry. What more could you want?" (x)

"Please, come back to me." (x)

"I'm going to kill you!" (x)

"Nothing to be embarrassed about." (x)

"Why are you here?" (x)

"Do you want to be my date?" (x)

"I want to kiss you." (x)

"Are you angry with me?" (x)

"I could ruin you." (x)

"You don't understand." (x)

"I'm just so tired." (x)

"I have dreamed of you." (x)

"What do you want from me?" (x)

"Don't look at me like that." (x)

"Is this what you wanted?" (x)

"You're a bad influence." (x)

"I'm afraid." (x)

"You know you love me." (x)

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Every day my heart breaks for Veilguard not having Origins-esque prologues for the Factions. Don’t get me wrong, I love the opening in Minrathous, but it just feels…so weird to keep hearing about this exciting and character defining moment of Rook’s past second hand.

Like what do you mean Grey Warden!Rook drove back a horde and collapsed an entire building to seal off a Darkspawn tunnel?

What do you mean Lord of Fortune!Rook performed an Indiana Jones level escape from an ancient ruin and killed the son of a bitch that crossed them?

Don’t even get me started on Mourn Watcher!Rook being involved in something called War of Banners (it already has a name!!) where they prevented an entire civil war between undead!

I want more!! I want to get invested! I want to see what Varric saw in them, how he knew they were exactly what he needed.

Dragon Age: Origins, no one did prologues like you and I still think about them to this day.

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Fenris is a Shadow Dragon in my world state so I had to design what he'd look like if he was in Veilguard.

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give your characters exes.

give them a variety of exes. give them relationships that shaped who they are but did not last. give them people they tried very hard to love but it didn't work out. give them situationships that taught them things. give them something deep that was real but could not endure. things that hurt. things that ended amicably. people with whom hot passion cooled to warm affection and became undying friendship.

no more first and only. give me the context of what made them know the next or one after was final and right.

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it's really funny that when you're going through the gauntlet at the temple of sacred ashes, the figure you meet based on your origin is:

(human noble) your father, who you had to leave to his death along with your mother

(dalish elf) your best friend, who was dragged off by darkspawn to become a ghoul you later have to kill

(city elf) your cousin, who you were unable to save from being beaten and (implied) raped

(dwarf commoner) your best friend, who you thought you were leaving to die but instead end up having to kill

(dward noble) your brother, who your other brother murdered

and then

(mage) your piece of shit roommate jowan who, however sympathetic you may be to him, is fully & completely responsible for you having to leave the tower & join the grey wardens

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the point of fanfiction is that you can write whatever the fuck you want forever and no one can stop you. #thepower

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DORIAN WEEK 2025!!

Crossposting over from Twitter/Bluesky, an event celebrating Dorian Pavus!! Tag fanwork with #DorianWeek2025

Running between September 8th-September 14th!

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Tempted to do this for Camris, and maybe Evahn, but I don't know how to write for other peoples characters and the anxiety... whoa-boy

Drabble List #16

75 prompts to write drabbles or longer stories.

"I can't let them take everything."

"What is your relationship?"

"I'm not afraid of the future."

"I didn't ask for your help."

"We're in this together."

"You have to let me go."

"I won't let them take you."

"We need to stay focused."

"This isn't just a game."

"We have to stay together."

"I can't do this without you."

"You need to see the bigger picture."

"This changes everything."

"We have to be brave."

"This changes everything."

"We need to find our own path."

"This isn't about us; it's about everyone."

"I'm not afraid to stand alone."

"We need to find the strength within ourselves."

"I don't see this working out for us."

"This is our story, and we're writing it together."

"I can see myself living like this."

"You're living in a dream world."

"The stars are beautiful."

"Can you like not?"

"I didn't even know you exist."

"Call me queen."

"Are you for real?"

"There is no proof for that."

"Do you want to see it?"

"And goodbye!"

"Why do you always make things hard?"

"Really good to see you."

"Don't be so greedy."

"There is probably a very reasonable explanation for that."

"I don't see this working out for us."

"That is a line we shouldn't cross."

"I know you too well for that."

"Why is everyone running?"

"It could be dangerous."

"Loneliness is a disease."

"I'm so proud of myself."

"How do you intend to do this?"

"You can't always win."

"Oh, what a joy."

"Don't be so stupid."

"And here we go again."

"I feel like there is more to come."

"It's a mystery we may never solve."

"Have you seen the monster?"

"I'm freezing and I'm not happy about it."

"That's too much energy."

"Come on, everybody, let's go."

"How do you want to win them back?"

"What is your signature dish?"

"Please come with me to my family event."

"Our communication skills are so bad."

"We were never friends."

"You're a little confused."

"Because this is how I like it."

"Everything is identical."

"Let's see how this plays out."

"That's so inspiring."

"You weren’t supposed to see that."

"I never said it was going to be easy, just that it was worth it."

"What's the price of this?"

"You don’t have to pretend anymore. I know the truth."

"Are you really going to trust them over me?"

"Just because I don’t say much doesn’t mean I don’t notice everything."

"You have no idea what I’ve sacrificed for this."

"Tell me, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?"

"You always said you’d never lie to me."

"I knew you would be back. You always come back."

"What would you do if I told you I had one day left to live?"

"And here we go again..."

Drabble Masterlist

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Neighbours Ruined My Nap: CC Happened

Under Construction

Name: Na'Shalle

Age: 23 years old, 13 Harvestmere, 9:28 Dragon Lineage: Elven, Salle born? Personality: Sarcastic, Playful, Easy Going Status: Rogue-Mage - magic manifested at the age of Twelve  Faction: Antivan Crow (fell into Crows hands in Kingsway of 9:33 Dragon), Ran away to the Lords in Bloomingtide 9:51 Dragon Specialization: Duelist that supplements their attacks with magic Gender: Honk(afab) Pronouns: They/She Them/Her Orientation: Pan Canon Romance: Unknown Need to roll or poll to decided soon.

Nicknames: Shalle, Na'sha, Da'mi, Luz de Luna(Moonlight) Da'evune(little moon in Dalish)

Training: Daggers, Poisons, Acrobatics, magic(prefers her blades, uses magic only occasionally), Bow(Likes to attach magic to the arrowheads). Violin.

Appearance: Eyes: Silvery-Blue that blends into a Pale Pink at the center(center heterochromia) Height: 160.02 cm(5'3") Hair: Silvery-White, Long, stops just above her butt, usually worn loose Scars: Branding on their face and the back of their neck received while being held against their will for three years. Burn scarring across her body burns across their body from when they escaped. Tattoo(s): Crow Feathers tattoo around their eyes and over most of the scarring on their face, Snake tattoo on their Left arm.  Piercings: Multiple piercings on her ears, a pierced tongue, a small stud on the right side of her nose, and gemmed rings for her chest piercings.

Habits: Randomly hums, Will take off and seek out a bar, water or a rooftop when extremely upset(anger/frustration).  Likes: Tea, hot or cold depending on the flavour. Spicy foods, peaches, rain/storms, beaches/ocean, Drinking, Elfroot cigarettes, dancing. Teia, Viago, Qunari men(brow wiggle) Dislikes: Viago, The Chantry, Most humans, Caterina. Hates: The Antaam, Blood Mages, Venatori, Slavers, that one asshole that left her in the hands of a blood mage.

Scent: Smells like Peaches due to the soaps/lotions/serums she uses. If someone has a Spirit/Demon attached to them that scents people Happy: Apricots and Spice Sad/Hurt: Ash and Rain Angry: Bitter Almond and Blood Love: Spiced Honey and Hibiscus Lust: Peaches and Bergamot

Family: Does not have any memories of having a family, has no idea who her parents were or where they were from. The Crows had a completely blank slate when she came to them. They are the only family she has known, and were the only ones she trusted until she was taken during her last contract. The trust died when her partner abandoned her the moment the intended target was dead, leaving her in the hands of a blood mage that had interrupted their exit.

Returning to the Crows: She returned to the Crows after three years of being held captive, branded, scarred, and pissed. When Viago refused to tell her where the Crow that abandoned her was so she could end him, she took off to the Lords in Rivain. Contracts however, still occasionally find their way under her door.