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Grief Regret Acceptance

(Revised)

The night was cold as the Grey Wardens laid in their tents, struggling to sleep through the cold as the air that kept them awake and. Even in full armor, they shivered until sleep finally came. Torches shine bright orange and red around the camp for everyone to see. Some wardens huddled around fires to worm himself into sleeping. Guards patrolled, baring their own torches, making sure no one was sneaking about. Off the distance, one of the guards spots a man riding horseback directly towards the camp.

The Grey Warden readies his weapon, gripping the handle of his blade. The Horse Rider greets the Warden as a messenger for the Inquisiton and he steps off his horse. The Warden offers him shelter from the cold night as the Horse rider hands him a letter bearing the insignia of the Inquisition, claiming they were for the Warden commander’s eyes only.

In the center of camp, the Warden Commander, aka the Hero Of Ferelden, observes a map of Thedas for the hundreth time. The map had specific points circled, but some were crossed with an X. No one could tell who or what exactly the Warden Commander was looking for unless she told them herself. The Warden guard makes himself known to the Warden Commander has he enters, giving her the letter from the Inquisiton, then leaving the camp to resume his patrol. The Warden commander wastes no time opening the letter, knowing that her beloved was currently occupied with the inquisition. She began to read:

Hero of Ferelden:

It is, with a heavy heart, that I must inform you of the tragedy that occurred not long ago.

I shall keep this letter brief and strait to the point.

During the siege of the Grey Warden fortress, Corypheus’s dragon attacked. In a near-death decision, I opened a rift into the fade in order to save myself, my companions, Hawke, and Alistair from falling to our deaths.

Before we could make it out, a fear demon had blocked our path of escape, and Alistair volunteered to cover us as “redemption for the Wardens involvement” he put it.

During our time in the Fade, Alistair openly admitted to the Wardens involvement with Corypheus.

The Grey Wardens have held their ceremony for Alistair, and are rebuilding their order with the help of the Inquisition as we speak.

It is unlikely that he has survived in the Fade for this long. I have attempted time after time to re-open another rift into the fade and rescue him, but it is much toocomplicated for me to write in this letter.

I shall send my fastest courier to you if anynews of Alistair is uncovered.

Sincerely: The Inquisitor

The Warden-Commander finished reading the final words, her heart sank into the Fade itself. Tears dropped from her eyes onto the letter. Her fists clenched in anger. “Damn you, Alistair,” she said as a brief smile crossed her face. “Did you even think About how’d I feel? You selfless bastard” she choked on her own words.

Grief

Meanwhile, in Skyhold, The Inquisitor stood in her quarters. She pointed her hand out for the 20th time in the past hour. Her hand glowed dark green as she attempts to reopen a portal into the fade. Her hand crackles as the green aura grown in size. She shrieks in pain as the mark felt as if it were trying to turn the inquisitor’s hand inside out. “WHY WON’T YOU OPEN, DAMMIT!” she screamed as the pain was getting worse and worse. But the inquisitor did not stop until she felt her hand split open. screams came from the Inquisitor’s quarters. Everyone in the War room heard them as Cullen, Leliana, and Josephine rush up stair after stair to investigate. Cullen attempted to open the door but it wouldn’t move because the Inquisitor locked it. Cullen gestures for Leliana and Josephine to stand back as he kicked the door off its hinges and into the floor. The three advisors are struck with horror in sight of the room before them. The Inquisitor sits on her knees, one hand gripping the mark that glowed green, and sobbing in pain. Cullen approaches and is suddenly paralyzed at the sight of the mark. The hand was glowing dark green, ooze flowed from what could be described as a gash, followed by Blood. Blood also stained other parts of the wooden floor, indicating the inquisitor had suffered the same experience more than once. “Get Solus, now!” Leliana and Josephine rush out of the room doing as Cullen instructed. The inquisitor turns to face Cullen, eyes red and swollen from all the tears flowing down her cheeks from both pain and grief. Cullen embraces the inquisitor, comforting her to the best of his ability. “Why?” she asked “why did I have to choose?”

Regret

Alistair sits near a peninsula rock, exhausted and out of breath. He stares into the oblivion sky as it swirls into darkness. He felt like he had killed every demon in the fade three times over. But He couldn’t rest until the Divine arrives so that she may protect him and give him. Alistair shut his eyes for a moment, hoping to wake up in his bed when he reopened them, with his beloved right beside him. Suddenly, he heard his name being called. The voice was female and was immediately recognizable by Alistair. He stood up, looking around, eyes wondering. Then he sees her. The Warden commander stood before him, a warm smile on her face. She extended her hand towards Alistair saying the words “let’s go home”. Alistair approaches the Warden commander as he slowly extends his hand. He knew it was a demon in disguise, he knew his decision would mean death, yet he did not care, he wanted the torment to end. Alistair freezes as he almost joins hands with the Warden Commander. In a puddle of water, he sees the Divine from afar, watching in anticipation. Alastair unsheathes his sword and cuts the disguised demon in half. The Warden-Commander shimmers into a demon as it is cut in two. The Divine approaches Alistair. She begins to construct a ball of divine energy that protects Alistar, allowing him to sleep. “Not yet,” he says to himself as he begins to lie on the ground. “Not until I see her one last time”

Acceptance Defiance

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Grief Regret Acceptance

(Revised)

The night was cold as the Grey Wardens laid in their tents, struggling to sleep through the cold as the air that kept them awake and. Even in full armor, they shivered until sleep finally came. Torches shine bright orange and red around the camp for everyone to see. Some wardens huddled around fires to worm himself into sleeping. Guards patrolled, baring their own torches, making sure no one was sneaking about. Off the distance, one of the guards spots a man riding horseback directly towards the camp.

The Grey Warden readies his weapon, gripping the handle of his blade. The Horse Rider greets the Warden as a messenger for the Inquisition and he steps off his horse. The Warden offers him shelter from the cold night as the Horse rider hands him a letter bearing the insignia of the Inquisition, claiming they were for the Warden commander’s eyes only.

In the center of camp, the Warden Commander, aka the Hero Of Ferelden, observes a map of Thedas for the hundredth time. The map had specific points circled, but some were crossed with an X. No one could tell who or what exactly the Warden Commander was looking for unless she told them herself. The Warden guard makes himself known to the Warden-Commander has he enters, giving her the letter from the Inquisition, then leaving the camp to resume his patrol. The Warden commander wastes no time opening the letter, knowing that her beloved was currently occupied with the inquisition. She began to read:

Hero of Ferelden:

It is, with a heavy heart, that I must inform you of the tragedy that occurred not long ago.

I shall keep this letter brief and straight to the point.

During the siege of the Grey Warden fortress, Corypheus’s dragon attacked. In a near-death decision, I opened a rift into the fade in order to save myself, my companions, Hawke, and Alistair from falling to our deaths.

Before we could make it out, a fear demon had blocked our path of escape, and Alistair volunteered to cover us as “redemption for the Wardens involvement” he put it.

During our time in the Fade, Alistair openly admitted to the Wardens involvement with Corypheus.

The Grey Wardens have held their ceremony for Alistair, and are rebuilding their order with the help of the Inquisition as we speak.

It is unlikely that he has survived in the Fade for this long. I have attempted time after time to re-open another rift into the fade and rescue him, but it is much too complicated for me to write on this letter.

I shall send my fastest courier to you if any news of Alistair is uncovered.

Sincerely: The Inquisitor

The Warden-Commander finished reading the final words, her heart sank into the Fade itself. Tears dropped from her eyes onto the letter. Her fists clenched in anger. “Damn you, Alistair,” she said with a brief smile crossing her face. “Did you even think About how’d I feel? You selfless bastard” she choked on her own words.

Grief

Meanwhile, in Skyhold, The Inquisitor stood in her quarters. She pointed her hand out for the 20th time in the past hour. Her hand glowed dark green as she attempts to reopen a portal into the fade. Her hand crackles as the green aura grown in size. She shrieks in pain as the mark felt as if it were trying to turn the inquisitor’s hand inside out. “WHY WON’T YOU OPEN, DAMMIT!” she screamed as the pain was getting worse and worse. But the inquisitor did not stop until she felt her hand split open.

screams came from the Inquisitor’s quarters. Everyone in the War room heard them as Cullen, Leliana, and Josephine rush up stair after stair to investigate. Cullen attempted to open the door but it wouldn’t move because the Inquisitor locked it. Cullen gestures for Leliana and Josephine to stand back as he kicked the door off its hinges and into the floor. The three advisors are struck with horror in sight of the room before them. The Inquisitor sits on her knees, one hand gripping the mark that glowed green and sobbing in pain.

Cullen approaches and is suddenly paralyzed at the sight of the mark. The hand was glowing dark green, ooze flowed from what could be described as a gash, followed by Blood. Blood also stained other parts of the wooden floor, indicating the inquisitor had suffered the same experience more than once. “Get Solus, now!” Leliana and Josephine rush out of the room doing as Cullen instructed. The inquisitor turns to face Cullen, eyes red and swollen from all the tears flowing down her cheeks from both pain and grief. Cullen embraces the inquisitor, comforting her to the best of his ability. “Why?” she asked, “why did I have to choose?”

Regret

Alistair sits near a peninsula rock, exhausted and out of breath. He stares into the oblivion sky as it swirls into darkness. He felt like he had killed every demon in the fade three times over. But He couldn’t rest until the Divine arrives so that she may protect him and give him. Alistair shut his eyes for a moment, hoping to wake up in his bed when he reopened them, with his beloved right beside him. Suddenly, he heard his name being called.

The voice was female and was immediately recognizable by Alistair. He stood up, looking around, eyes wondering. Then he sees her. The Warden commander stood before him, a warm smile on her face. She extended her hand towards Alistair saying the words “let’s go home”. Alistair approaches the Warden commander as he slowly extends his hand. He knew it was a demon in disguise, he knew his decision would mean death, yet he did not care, he wanted the torment to end. Alistair freezes as he almost joins hands with the Warden Commander.

In a puddle of water, he sees the Divine from afar, watching in anticipation. Alastair unsheathes his sword and cuts the disguised demon in half. The Warden-Commander shimmers into a demon as it is cut in two. The Divine approaches Alistair. She begins to construct a ball of divine energy that protects Alistar, allowing him to sleep. “Not yet,” he says to himself as he begins to lie on the ground. “Not until I see her one last time”

Acceptance Defiance

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Alistair Appreciation Week || The Giveaway!

Alistair Appreciation Week doesn’t start until 6 November, but blast it, we’re so excited we can’t contain ourselves!

Starting now and running until 12 November 9pm GMT, we’ll be running a giveaway just for you, our ovely followers.

To win, you must be 1. an Alistair fan, 2. following @alistairappreciationweek and 3. show this post some love! Every like and reblog counts as an entry but please be considerate to your followers.

Winners will be drawn by random number generator and must respond within 48 hours. Giveaway blogs, go away.

That’s all, enjoy yourselves… No, wait- there’s the prizes still! (cracks knuckles)

3rd prize - an Alistair’s Rose necklace hand-made by @cullenstairshenanigans!

2nd prize - a super cute Alistair (dis)approves keychain from asunnydisposish on Etsy!

and now… are you ready for the big prize?!

The amazingly talented and hopelessly cheesified @andrastini will be dedicating her wonderful skills and a significant amount of time to creating a video of Alistair singing the winner’s choice of song! We’re already cackling at the possibilities!

Any more questions?

Hit us up here or see the daily event themes and how to participate here!

- Mod Shenans

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For 8/11 I have a short story that doesn’t feature Alistair specifically. He still plays a major part in the story, but doesn’t make a physical appearance. Would that be breaking the rules for the giveaway/contest?

I’m afraid it wouldn’t fit as a submission.

BUT for the giveaway all you need to do is follow, like and reblog this post to be in the draw! No need to submit any stories or art. The giveaway is for all followers regardless of whether they post stuff or not.

Thanks and have a lovely day!

- Mod Shenans