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TITLE. Dead SeaSETTING. Dragon AgeCHARACTERS. Owen Trevelyan (@devilishlyclever), Veata Aydelotte (@ivoryribcage)

SUMMARY. Quiet isn’t what she thought it would be.

In these most recent months of her life Veata had thought nothing more could overwhelm her. Yet their circumstances only continued to worsen with each development – proof that she had been wrong to hope the worst had passed. It seemed that for each slight flicker of hope, a storm gathered on the horizon to snuff it out of existence. The dissolution of the Circles had come at the cost of peace in their lands, and the price of negotiation had robbed them of the Divine and the few individuals of influence willing to cease the bloodshed. From their ashes had emerged the Herald of Andraste, and a tidal wave of demonic beasts that poured through The Fade. In hindsight shouldn’t they have known that on the eve of a night for celebration yet another storm would come for them?

The whispers – whispers of The Fade beckoning her to its false promises of salvation – she could almost ignore in the deafening caterwaul of battle that surrounded her. She had been here once before, hadn’t she? On the night that she and the other mages learned of the Circle of Magi’s decision to disband most had jumped at the chance to flee the stronghold, and on the few that had chosen to remain the Knight-Commander had enacted the Right of Annulment. Rather than the tincture of aged pine, she breathed the sharp briskness of the cold, but the taste of copper that tainted the air remained the same. She listened to the singing of steel – the battle cries of desperate men, the savageries of primal anger – and it mattered not that she was neither here nor there.

Her eyes wild and afraid, Veata struggled to breathe against the growing weight in her chest. She had only meant to be gone from Haven less than an hour. It shouldn’t have been dangerous as Owen and the mages he’d recruited had succeeded in sealing the breach. Yet here she stood divided from her people by the crimson tide of battle for the second time in her life. Though she cowered on the shore she kept enough sense of mind to search for an opening. It hurt to be so near to Haven that she could see its towering gates, but to be unable to reach their promised refuge. In the chaos descending upon their home no one could spare the minute to realize her absence. She wouldn’t want them to under such dire circumstances.

The bitter cold that pierced her veins began to melt as her blood quickened. She thought of the heat of the hearth that warmed their home – pictured a seed of it unfurling in her stomach like the petals of a flower in bloom. It began in her chest, and as she breathed it began to spread. Steam began to collect in her mouth. One of the better permissions granted to her in Haven had been the approval to practice her craft. The Circle had seen thorough restrictions placed on its wards. Haven had been her first chance to hone herself, albeit in select, private sessions of her choosing, without the need to adhere to such rigorous control. It came easier to her than it had before, and as she brought her focus to the center of the training grounds she didn’t hold back.

She would only flinch once as she felt her ethereal thread to the inferno fragment into a hundred pieces, triggering a sudden devour of scalding flame that swallowed the center of the grounds. Her breath released in a stuttered convulsion as the heat of the inferno that had warmed her bones vanished without a single trace. The screams remained. Veata stumbled from the shores and onto the training grounds, her feet quick to warm in the smoldering embers of the devastation she’d caused. She had seen the changing tide of the battle. Her people were being forced into Haven, and if the path wasn’t one she forged herself then she would be left stranded from them. It wasn’t like before. There would be no chance encounter for rescue.

The scream wrenched from her mouth was as much fear as it was anger. She grasped her burning forearm as she tumbled to the ground, her ankle rolling beneath her weight. Barring her path stood a horror for which man had coined no name. If it once were a man, it had not been for some time. Its grotesque figure bore on its bent back hardened, blood red stones, and the plates of steel fused with its shrunken skin seemed to pulsate. His veins – for once she thought this creature had been male – seemed to emit a faint, traceable luminescence through its paper thin skin. Nothing horrified her more though than the cloying scent of sickness that crawled inside her skin in its towering process. Her stomach lurched.

It was a feeling familiar and unfamiliar at once – as if she were listening to a song for which the words were known but not the tune. Then the world cut into silence as she watched as it – lyrium – gather in its palms. She knew the words, but not the tune. Lyrium: corrupt and maimed. Thoughts of Haven were forgotten as she scrambled to her feet in a blind panic. It wasn’t pain alone that caused her shortness of breath as she fled from the horror. Veata had brushed with corruption in The Fade before, but she had never seen it so mutilated before. She sprinted through the snowbanks and into the darkness of the trees, thinking of nothing more than escaping the abomination. It screamed after her. But she did not turn to see if it followed. 

On the mage ran until the sounds of battle faded into silence and the air felt clean of the taint that had poisoned it before. Veata collapsed underneath the shelter of the nearest tree. Sweat gathered on her forehead as she laid with her cheek pressed to the ground, her shoulders heaving from exhaustion. She tried to soothe the pounding of her frightened heart. Without the numbness of fear though to keep the cold from touching her Veata found that she trembled regardless. She sobbed once and only once. Under these unsafe conditions she couldn’t afford to feel more than that. She dug the heels of her hands into her eyes then curled into a seated position. The night remained quiet and the trees without movement. Her head turned in the direction she’d come.

She couldn’t remember a single time in her life that she’d been alone. From the minute of her birth through the years of adolescence she had never been without the presence of another near. Even in the months after the Mage-Templar War forced her from the stronghold she hadn’t been alone. Her noble templar had been with her, and in the night she’d been lulled to sleep countless times by the sound of his hands working the steel of his greatsword. Then Haven. Her world – once no larger than the standard keep – unfolded across an entire land and ended in the warmth of a bustling village nestled in the mountains. It’d been arranged for them to board in a house thrice the size of her former quarters with an alchemist, and her life she had shared with a hundred other refugees.

But here she felt alone. Veata sniffled once before she hugged her knees to her chest. She searched her thoughts for any inkling of what she ought to do next. Nothing emerged from the tangle. Her eyes opened and she squeeze her knees tighter. She thought of Owen. If it had been him in her position he wouldn’t have lost his ground to the horror she’d faced. He’d seen much worse. Shame crept up her throat, but it didn’t hold a candle to the overwhelming longing she felt in that moment for the claimed herald. He considered her a piece of Haven, and in such dire times he would protect her like such. Such a selfish thought when so much rested on his shoulders – burdens that were worth more than she had the right to be.

Veata pressed her mouth into the sleeves of her soft, thick furs. At least she had dressed for the weather before she’d slipped from Haven. She had only wanted to retrieve the herbs she would need for a rejuvenating poultice. Though he celebrated with the same enthusiastic cheer as the others she had worried that the sealing of the breach had left Owen more drained than he appeared to be. She had wanted to help, and in the process of doing so had damned herself. Toes curling in their boots she began to call on The Fade’s songs. The calling was gentler than before. Soon she held enough heat to her heart to warm her bones, the immediate area around her cracking with minute bursts of embers. Nothing though that could cause harm.

Thoughts, at least, came easier to her in the calm that accompanied warmth. She would need to return to Haven. There was no other choice. It was the only civilized location she knew how to reach in the mountain range, and even if it weren’t too much waited for her there to be left behind. So much of her life she owed to Templar Grant, and so much more of it to Owen Trevelyan. Not to mention the alchemist that had taught her how to heal with the physical rather than the ethereal, and the countless others that had accepted her as theirs. The thought of returning terrified her. She didn’t want to face the creatures waiting there, but the others that were had had as little choice in it as she. Holding fast to the heat that pooled in her stomach she stood on trembling feet.

Fear had numbed her to the pains of her person, but as she trudged through the night she felt each one. Blood pooled in trickles into the heels of her boots, and the torn meat of her forearm throbbed with a dull ache. Yet on through the night Veata marched until a sound – deafening and horrendous – brought her to a halt. In the distance a massive, winged beast circled the skies, and she watched in horror as it breathed a tirade of fire. Veata knew in her heart the intended victim of its flames – knew the harbinger of their fate. She remembered whispered tales of The Fifth Blight, and her heart climbed into her throat. But it couldn’t be. Horrendous as the creatures she’d seen were none had carried the taint of the blight.

It couldn’t be denied though that the scaled horror had come for Haven. She felt the threads that connected her to the heart of an ethereal inferno begin to waver, but none of that mattered as she forged a frantic path through the snow laden embankments. Too late it seemed as she reached the trodden footpath leading to Haven’s entrance. Though it was the dead of night the skies burned bright as flames swallowed her home. Veata pressed her hand against her mouth, her eyes wide with unshed tears. She should have been there. It wouldn’t have made a difference, but her place had been with the others that had died in Haven. She could see in the distance the abominations that walked through the ruins of her crumbling home unaffected by the scorching fires.

How long she stood there Veata didn’t know. It took time though before she felt the pain of the wind biting her cheeks, and the chilling numbness that had since settled into her bones. She almost considered ignoring the pains of her person. It would be easier if she allowed the night to swallow her whole – to stand there until one of those horrific abominations took notice of her presence. But there was a cowardice bred into her that didn’t yet want to rest. It carried her stumbling feet into the trees as she choked on her tears, and for each time she collapsed to the ground it forced her to continue until dawn – true dawn – began to bleed into the skies. It was only then with cracked, bloodied palms that the last of her primal instinct to survive drained from her.

On her knees she curled, boneless and placid, into herself, her keening made gentle by her coat. There she remained until the bliss of unconsciousness robbed her of her awareness. It was mid-afternoon before she woke again, and the silence that greeted her contained nothing of the horrors that had taken place in the night. But where the freezing temperatures had left her numb in person, her thoughts eased in a fresh tide of pain as the memories trickled into her consciousness. She nestled her cheek in closer to the furred hood of her coat. Owen had bought it for her from the merchant that had taken keep in Haven. She remembered how gentle his hands had been as he’d lifted the hood to frame her face, the scent of him as his head leaned forward towards her.

Tears glassed her eyes. He wouldn’t be coming for her again, and that thought as much angered her as it did pain her. Quite unlike Veata herself Owen had embraced the life that waited him after the circles had disbanded though it’d been fraught with countless dangers. In her eyes he had been fearless, compassionate, and independent. He’d been what she wished she could be. Even after she had been granted her freedom she’d relied on another to guide her hand. But on the nights he’d answered her curious inquiries about what he intended to do after the breach had been sealed she’d stolen her first taste of what it meant to want something that could be hers and hers alone. She had never known something so simple and so grandiose as that before him. 

It wasn’t fair that he had comes so far only to be taken before he could reap his wants into fruition, and that anger burned low and muted in her chest as she wiped the corners of her eyes. The cold had severely dulled her emotions, and she remained too drained to feel them as a whole, but it burned there regardless as a phantom. No less so than her aching longing for Owen to emerge through the trees with a quick-witted tease. It wouldn’t have shamed Veata in the slightest to burst into tears as he shrugged off his coat to wrap around her shoulders. But he wasn’t coming. Veata sniffed hard once more before she coaxed herself into sitting from the ground. It almost surprised her as she looked at her hands to find them discolored and trembling.

Her eyes closed as she called the flame into her blood through gentle whispers. It was, for the moment, a very poor decision that woke the pains in her person that she had been too numb to feel before, but it almost felt better than the yawning void that occupied her skin otherwise. She heaved a quiet sigh to herself as her eyes opened. This time there wasn't the slightest hint of shock when she looked into the trees to find that an armored figure stood watching her in the trees. Its armor was that of a templar, but she could feel the corruption that had poisoned it heavy in the air. Had this -- this war, this violence, this bloodshed -- truly come into fruit because of fear? Her chin lowered to rest against her chest as the figure stepped towards her.

The instinctual need to survive that had taken Veata the night before didn’t reemerge as she listened to its approach. Even if it had had the time to recover there was nothing she could do in this situation. After the stunts she’d pulled the night before she didn’t have the reserves she needed to cast another spell, and her muscles were too stiff and damaged from her night spent in the cold to flee the creature. She cradled her hands, and called forth a flickering flame to hold tight against her chest as the tears began to fall from her eyes. It was these abilities that had driven an entire order to such cruel lengths. Part of her wanted to laugh in hatred at the understanding as the creature began to raise its blade high into the air. 

Her breath hitched and no more than that as the blade came down on her neck. She crumpled lifeless to the ground at the creature’s feet, her eyes seeing nothing more than the red that slowly stained the snow as the blade was raised into the air again. The palms of her hands were vacant of the flame, but the warmth remained in her blood. She almost smiled. So much hatred had been born from a gift for The Fade that her people -- that she herself -- had never wanted for. Yet in a moment of need the people had flocked to Owen, claiming him to be a Herald of Andraste though Owen had no love for the religion. How could he after what it had done to them? She remembered how he’d laughed bitterly at the notion as the blade struck one last time.

[empyreanchimera]

@devilishlyclever replied to your post: "I ah - I have to tell you something, but I'm not...

“Really, Elijah, I’m insulted you would even ask me such a thing.” WELP there goes the moment.

“Listen mate I’m just going off of what usually happens. Can’t blame me for bein’ cautious. What’s on your mind?”

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“I hope Varric told someone was I coming. He forgets so much these days, being Viscount. I worry about him, sometimes.”

[ofrevas-a]

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I TOTALLY FORGOT JOLY HAD A HARDING OH MEIN GODS. also i’m just putting this out there bc i haven’t seen one active in a hot minute? but i would literally die for merrill.

cries,,,,,,,,,so would I

[seeramell]

@devilishlyclever ♥

       “I’ve told you before Inquisitor, sneaking up on me is not as easy as you may think.” A sly grin dances across soft lips, the Warden Commander keeping her gaze focused down, milky eyes appearing to stare through the book in front of her. Hands rest over the pages, never turning to the next part. Within Skyhold’s walls she does not weigh herself down with armour, instead adorn in shades of violet, flowing fabric, and leather trousers. Much more comfortable.

      “How may I be of assistance? Or are you simply hear to grace me with your presence?”

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@devilishlyclever // ❤

                 She  is  reminded  of  the  fairytales  she  would     lose  herself     in  growing  up  in  the  castle.     She  remembers  how  as     a  young  girl     she  never  understood  how  everyone  could  live  a     happily  ever  after     and  why  she  hadn’t  had  hers  yet.     Viktoria  used  to  tell  herself  that     one  day     she  would  be  like  the  princesses  in  the  stories  that  kept  her  mind  entertained.     But  Viktoria  was     not     like  the  princesses  in  the  stories  and  in  order  to  get  a     happily  ever  after,     she  would  first  have  to  travel  through     hell     and  back. 

                 Inside  of  her  mind,     swimming  somewhere  in  the  deepest  corners,     she  was     fearful     and  perhaps  even  those     subtle     fears  of  the  type  of  life  she  would  have  if  her  brother  had  his  way  kept  her     driving     towards  her  goal.     ❛   The  world  is  not     forgiving     of  everyone's     fears.   ❜  

[empyreanchimera]

"I ah - I have to tell you something, but I'm not sure how to say it." <333

“...Are you about to have a feelin’ or are you about to piss me off.”

[ghilannainguideme]

"I plugged three darkspawn tunnels in the Storm Coast with rocks and debris. Does that make me an honorary Grey Warden?" hi <3

“You know they’ll just find other ways up.” There is almost, almost a smile in the lines around her eyes. “Spend a week below and we might make you an honorary recruit.”

[seeramell]

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          “It’s terrible, isn’t it?” She comments as Owen is kind enough to move a few of the fly away strands of her hair behind her ear. The wind and rain of the Storm Coast has been doing nothing but making it stick to her face and go into her mouth the entire time they’ve been walking, trying the Warden-Commander’s patience. “I don’t suppose you have a spare elastic, do you?” She’s desperate, almost pouting.

[aclassikrem]

♢ - blackwall

Blackwall: Why did you become a mercenary?Krem: I’m a fugitive and a deserter from the Imperial Army. There aren’t a whole lot of job opportunities.Blackwall: You could have become a Warden.Krem: I respect the Wardens, but I wouldn’t want to be one.Krem: It’s hard enough to fight a war that ends.Blackwall: That’s fair.

[daxassan-archive]

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symbols for headcanons |  † for a RELIGION headcanon | accepting

feyn’s not super religious at the start of inquisition. whenever approached by some sort of andrastian or chantry rhetoric, he flouts as much of his own religion as possible. he’d rather believe in his people’s own gods, if anything, than some human on a pedestal (or whatever the fuck andraste was).

after drinking from the well of sorrows, however, feyn begins taking his religion more seriously. with the spirits from the wells whispering things to him, he comes to terms with what his vallaslin means, what he wants it to mean to him, and how he needs to take it upon himself to preserve what is left of elvhen culture.

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Maleficent Draconis IV 

@antiiihero -Teviter Mage - Selective/Private **

Marcus of House Lupus 

 @inquisitionteam - Semi-Selective  * 

Maretus Varovelo

@molioanimatra - Tevinter Soporati - Selective

Mercer Renault 

 @thricefools - Companion - Selective/Private  * 

Meris

@trivialsinsrps -  Rogue - Selective  *

Merlyn Lavellan 

 @ulavellan - Companion - Selective  * 

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Narcissa Bla​ck

@fleurfoncee - Human Mage - Semi-Selective **

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Paien Lassalle 

 @orlesianvirtuoso - Orlesian Mage Virtuoso Human - NonSelective * 

Pride 

@maniacollision - Demon - Selective/Nonexclusive */** 

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Quin LaTur

@vivalafromage - Selective

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Remio Moretti 

 @thricefools - Companion - Selective/Private  * 

Reyna Le Bail 

 @inquisitionteam - Semi-Selective     * 

Rin

@maniacollision - Mage disguised as rogue - Selective/Nonexclusive */**

Rozalia Addario 

@orlesianvirtuoso - Antivian Human Alchemist - NonSelective  * 

Rufus Trevelyan 

 @inquisitionteam - Inquisition Companion - Semi-Selective  * 

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Sara Lance 

@canariism​ Human Templar - Semi-Selective **

Saramus Aravendas 

@theredconqueror - NonSelective ** 

 Sherbourne Le Guyader 

@inquisitionteam - Semi-Selective  * 

Sigriss Mitheleneil 

@isene​ - Dalish - Selective 

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Talan-ash

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Thomas 

@trivialsinsrps -  Warrior - Selective  * 

Tristan Wulff 

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Valerie An Zara O Bearhold 

@inquisitionteam - Semi-Selective  * 

Valkoinen 

@orlesianvirtuoso - Tevinter Elf - NonSelective  * 

Varian Falaval 

 @orlesianvirtuoso - Ex-Dalish Mage - NonSelective *  

Vivianne 

@ebonyhellebore​ - Dalish Slave - Selective/Mutual * 

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Wren Fowler 

 @thricefools - Companion - Selective/Private *

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[bulletspongevanguard]

@devilishlyclever

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"Are you still upset about that? Honestly, mate,...

“Hostage is such a strong word. I prefer to call it ‘involuntary guests.’”

“You’re not helping your case. At all.”

[empyreanchimera]

"Say what you will about Pandora, but at least they don't have literal eldritch horrors floating about."

“HA. Bullshit. Shugguraths are nothin’ in comparison to those cooch mouth rakk hives.”

[ofrevas-a]

devilishlyclever replied to your post: devilishlyclever replied to your post: ...

sigrun bianca dagna HARDING MY LOVE. shale??? definitely seconding shale.

points you in Joly’s direction b/c honestly I can’t possibly write Harding better than they can (they’re still setting up her new blog I believe)

BUT Valta is probably going to happen. Still considering Sigrun. And Bianca, absolutely?!?!?! god I HATE the way fandom treats Bianca and I want to be sure to do her justice

[seeramell]

*shows up 4 hours late with starbucks* honey i'm home ⚔

A STORM RAGES AT HER FINGER TIPS || ACCEPTING

     Training alone wasn’t unheard of for the Warden-Commander, given that normally she was travelling by herself. In Skyhold though, there were plenty of people jumping at the chance to train with the Hero of Ferelden; it was flattering, but exhausting, to say the least. She had finally managed to find some time to herself though, secluded in a small grove near the hold. Away from onlookers, or at least, she thought.

      Her movements were fluid, like what was moving and flipping her staff was nothing more than a strong breeze. It was like watching someone dance, her steps graceful and her attacks striking the large boulder she was using as a target in tandem with her spins and twirls. The brisk nature of her movements left leaves and snow being kicked up around her while lightning danced up slim arms, reflecting in pale eyes. It was as beautiful as it was deadly.

     The sound of a branch cracking was enough to alert her of someone’s presence, and Euphemia spun once more, pointing her staff at the possible attacker. Thankfully, it was just Owen, and thankfully for Owen she had enough control to avoid electrocuting him. Panting softly, the Warden-Commander stood up straight, moving hair out of her face and offering an almost sheepish expression.

     “Ah, Owen—” Her surprise left her being rather informal, which only served to fluster her more. “I, um–” She cleared her throat, regaining some semblance of composure. “Did you require something of me?”