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Inquisitor Hissera Adaar for @pathcrier!

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Just a lil scenario while i'm at it bc i'm obsessed with these two rn

Ryllae: *walks into Dav's room* So when am I going to get my own griffon?

Davrin: Huh? You think you can just claim a griffon? *carving a wooden figurine*

Ryllae: Is that not how you did it?

Davrin: That's not at all how- You won't even get one because you are not a Warden. *glances at her, shaking his head*

Ryllae: What if I pout really hard?

Davrin: If you- what?? *looks up at her*

Ryllae: *pouting very very hard*

Davri : Ry-

Ryllae: Is it working? Assan, is it working?

*happy squawk comes from Assan*

Ryllae: It's working, Dav. It's okay. You can admit that you can't help but give in because of my cute pout.

Davrin: *tries to hide smile* That's not the point. *voice softens* No matter how cute your pout is.

Ryllae: Huh WHAT? YES WHAT? CAN YOU REPEAT THAT?

Davrin: *eye twitches as he grabs her, pulling her into his lap* You drive me crazy, Ry.

Ryllae: Is that not what i'm here for? *smirk*

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Ryllae finally recruited Davrin so of course, I have to expand deeply on their first encounter bc who am I if not a lil nerd with their lil nerd ocs and their lil nerd game.

LOOK AT THESE LIL GOOBERS

A barren campground littered with panic and a lit fire was what Ryllae and Neve came across on their mission to find the Grey Warden, Davrin. Evka and Antoine were not very descriptive but claimed the women would “know when they see him” so that didn’t give the two very much to work with. Though, with Neve's detective skills, and common sense, she figures that there are not going to be many people, much less rogue Grey Wardens, wandering around in the deserts of the Anderfels. Neve is sweating whilst Ryllae is thriving. She didn't get this tan from staying in Minrathous. When she was a slave, and not on a ship, she lived in Minrathous. She was, in fact, very pale and also very unhappy. Her sunny skin didn't flourish and freckle until she escaped to Rivain. Though, Ryllae can't blame Neve for the attitude. It is so dry here. Whoever this Davrin guy is, he is insane for walking around in this hellscape.

“Well,” Ryllae perked up, “Looks like we found a camp… and so did some darkspawn. Yikes.” Ryllae crosses her arms, glancing at Neve.

“And the fire is still burning. Makes me wonder what happened here.” Neve states her curiosity.

“Do you think the darkspawn ambushed them?”

“Safe to assume. Wait… shhh.” Neve holds a finger up to Ryllae, signaling the fiery elven Lord to hush.

Ryllae makes a twisted face and listens around her. Rocks crumbling off the cliff next to them. Ryllae slowly makes her way over to the rocks that are freshly broken off a much larger rock. Neve is trying to silently grab Ryllae's pants to keep her from dabbling in something and getting herself ambushed. Ryllae, when it's far too late, looks up. Her face is met with an open beak and talons. Feathers, sand, dust, and a burning sensation on her arm. Ryllae and her predator tumble around until the creature is called by an unfamiliar voice. Immediately, the creature hops off of her.

On her ass, she looks up to see a broad-figured man and… She smiled. A fellow elf. His face was stern and adorned slave tattoos. It was also chiseled, just like his chest peaking out from his deep v neck shirt. Before she could continue to take note of everything about this perfect stranger, he held his burly hand out to her. Graciously, she accepts, being pulled up to feet like she was nothing. She made a quick glance and smirk at Neve to which Neve rolled her eyes. Ryllae peered down at the creature. Much smaller than she expected but to her astonishment, it was a griffon. Her jaw dropped.

“A griffon!! Wow! I've only read about them and snuck around super dangerous statues that fire poison arrows from them!” Ryllae smiled, crouched, and cautiously held out her hand.

The griffon sniffed and then hid behind the man, squawking anxiously. The man raised an eyebrow at her, equally as cautious as his griffon companion.

“Who are you?” He begins, “and what are you doing out here?” His arms cross.

“Oh I have many names,” Ryllae laughs,”Right now, everyone calls me Rook.” The man's eyebrow raises again.

“And your other names?”

“Deathrow was my name when I was a current member of the Lords of Fortune. My actual name is Ryllae.” She smiles, turning to Neve.

“I'm Neve Gallus. Lace Harding, a partner of ours, sent word out to Evka and Antoine, requesting a monster hunter.” Neve explains.

“We're looking for a man named Davrin.”

“Well, you found him. Mind telling me where Lancit and Remi are? And why do you smell like darkspawn?”

“The camp was empty when we got here and that tent over there is infested with blight.” She points at the tent with tendrils leaking from underneath.

A loud shriek comes from the sandy cliffs behind Davrin. The three decide it's best to hunt out that sound so they take off further into the cliffs. Following the sound and climbing up wooden structures, Davrin takes the lead.

“Keep up.” He says.

“No, you.” Ryllae keeps pace with him enough to make her smart remark before taking off.

Her acrobatic skills are worthy of the Crows. Leaping and climbing, she scales a cliff side. Davrin watches in amazement. He has never seen an elf do anything like that before, much less one of her size. She is tiny and quick. Though he has yet to see her fight, he can already tell what her style is. Quick, nimble, and cunning. Davrin wouldn't be surprised if taunting was a fun game to her.

Ryllae waits at the top, hands on her hips, puffing her gold adorned chest out. When Neve and Davrin reach the top, she keeps pace, determined to not make Neve run again. She is sure she would hear about it later. Neve, while goofy in her own ways, comes over very motherly to Ryllae.

“So Davrin. Griffons. Why do you have one? I thought they were extinct.”

“That's what we want everyone to think. Even other Wardens. You caught us while we were training. We were hoping no one would find us out here.”

“Why do you not want anyone to know about the griffons?”

“For their safety.” Davrin states, not letting Ryllae indulge further. “Assan! Keep your eyes peeled!”

The griffon, Assan, squawks. As if he understands Davrin.

“Wow, he understands you!” Ryllae laughs, amazed.

“Not sure he understands anything but dinner.”

“I'm willing to bet he is a picky eater.”

“You would be correct.” Davrin chuckles.

“Assan… you named him Arrow.”

“So you know how to speak Elvhen? I figured you didn't know.”

“I lived in Arlathan before my family was taken.”

Ryllae doesn't say more than that, unwilling to delve into her past. One that she ran half way across Thedas to flee from. Davrin goes silent, not sure how to navigate a sensitive subject with this strange, happy woman.

The three stop as Assan lands. Darkspawn.

“Prepare yourselves. Assan, to the sky.”

Davrin pulls out his sword and holds his shield up.

Neve grips her wand, bracing herself.

Ryllae, hands behind her back, gripping bombs.

An ogre roars from on top of the hill, unleashing darkspawn minions. Ice shards fly past Davrin as he whips his sword in and out and across darkspawn bodies. Ryllae springs toward the ogre, too excited to use her new toys. As she lets the ogre take a few swings at her, she zips around, screaming.

“YOU MISSED! MISSED AGAIN! YOUR CREATORS CREATED DUMMIES!”

Ryllae lays bombs around the ogre as it growls in frustration. She is too quick and if she doesn't get quicker, she will be pummeled. She jumps away, watching the ogre look around itself in confusion. It couldn't find her. Davrin paused to catch a glimpse of Ryllae. Her confidence was astounding. Wildly enough, he thought it was cute how she waited for the ogre to notice her. It was hard for him to look away after noticing her features. A slave tattoo on her chin and a scar across her nose. He smiled to himself. It's obvious she gets in a lot of fights. A fiery one, he thinks. Hard to not like a fiery woman.

When it finally looked at her, a few meters away, she smiled and snapped her fingers. Almost immediately, the ogre is sky high into a million tiny pieces. Blood rains on the sand, signaling the fight was done.

“Hah! It's all ogre now!” Ryllae laughs, running back to Neve and Davrin, who just finished their fight.

“Oh you like puns.” Davrin gave her a look like he was annoyed but secretly, he enjoyed a good pun.

“You get used to them.” Neve smiled as she moved past the two.

Ryllae glances at Neve and then back to Davrin, giving him a smile, aware of her face flushing. Davrin smiled back at her, very unaware of his own face flushing.

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I'm giving up on BG3! Idk why but even after I fixed the controls, I keep dying so now that game is dead to me which is okay bc that means I have more time for Veilguard 🤧

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Allow me to gush-

Their height difference is sending me bc it was accidental (fucking sliders) but it fits bc Ryllae is definitely a tiny, sneaky, lil party gremlin with a cocky attitude.

Like??

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Last Line Tag

Tagged by @woundedsoul12

Tagging YOU, lovely reader

I've been pushing myself to work on Mourning Memories, stories of Vaedra Ingellvar's life. Let's just say i'm back in my horror/angst era.

“We still need to remove the blight or she could still turn into darkspawn.” “Destroying her heart would work best.” “No, allow her a heart. I will take the extra measures that her body is respected and as whole as possible when we prepare her body.” All murmurs that Emmrich barely heard over the weight in his ears. His throat burned, ripped apart by his prayers. A month. Just long enough to get attached. As the Watchers get to work stripping and slicing her heart from the blight, he finds himself as numb as a corpse. Eventually, hours later, he is escorted back to his apartment.

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Last Line Tag

Thanks @serensama and @jenn2d2. I maybe working on something for @zevwardenweek. Hopefully by tomorrow will have it done. Right now it's just a bunch of dialogue between Rook Thorne and our favorite Older Crow

Soft tagging @mythals-whore @tarasmom @davrinsleftpectoral @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @gutz-ingellvar @serstolas @elishnord @aetherflowers @in-the-drowning-deep @sandcastlekings @serialsforbellara @libdibs @zennihilation @chaosherald @waxlyricalmoon @dags-over-caravans @beachhotdog @tkwritesdumbassassins @cute-ellyna

And whoever else wants to play

“Was it any good?” “Oh no. She was a terrible bard. Leliana was trying to teach her the lute. But while my amore could slay an army of darkspawn, she could not carry a tune to save her life.”

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OC QUESTIONS (Day 12)

Question 11.

If you could only explain their backstory in 20 words or less, how would you do it? (I'm gonna explain it poorly for my own amusement)

Vaedra:

Abandoned, blighted baby saved by death cult and old, gentlemanly man went goth and magical and green-haired while also sad.

Ryllae:

Pointy-eared child angry at world after sold into slavery as child, likes risky adventure and hard alcohol, totally coping correctly.

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Hello? I love your art style! You ever drawn Davrin? (Genuinely curious and if not I will simply consume whatever you make (

Your art blesses my eyes

✨This one (1) Davrin unit is for you for being so nice 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫵✨(and yeeeAAAH THERE WILL BE MORE)

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Viago's opening letter to a de Riva Rook is the funniest goddamn thing

"Dear Idiot,

You are so fucking stupid and everyone is still complaining about that stupid thing you did. But none of them are complaining more than ME, you moron, you disgrace. I cannot believe I raised you. Anyway, if you die I'll kill you. Come home safe. But not soon

Your (Begrudging) Father Viago"

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OC QUESTIONS (Day 11)

Question 12.

What's the worst thing that ever happened to them?

Vaedra: She has had a lot of awful things happen to her but what takes the cake is the time she went roaming the catacombs and she got lost, found a powerful demon, and hid in a stone coffin that she got stuck in for an entire day. It took Emmrich a while to find her. She was 7.

Ryllae: She was captured by Tevinter slavers at 14. She watched her father die and her mother be taken off somewhere. She still doesn't know, 7 years later, if her mother is still alive. She has found no trace and since escaping slavery, has joined the Lords in hopes Isabela would have connections.

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What kind of love is your OC?

Tagged by @aetherflowers

Quiz

Vaedra

Romanced Lucanis. This would describe her perfectly in the beginning stages of her crush and become an underlying fear during the relationship. She just doesn't want to lose him.

Love as a Flaw

Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

Ryllae

Romancing Davrin. This matches so well because Ryllae is a wild child.

Love as Youth

Your love is buoyant. Your love is bountiful. It is ageless, and it will never age. When you fall in love, it is breathless. It is joyful and endless, it is magnificent. You think it, like your youth , will last forever. Youth is eternal, and so is your love. Your love skips rocks and tells stories, your love roasts marshmallows over fires, and laughs freely. Your love does not take itself too seriously. Your love is jumping into puddles just to watch the water splash, and dancing in the rain, and it is watching Sunday morning reruns of cartoons to feel young once more. Your love is forever, forever young. Being loved by you is to be loved by the summer months. And those never end, do they? Well, I won’t tell if you don’t.

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You know that convo between Taash and Lucanis where they're talking about the Butcher is so incredible for so many reasons but I want to focus on Lucanis's line 'there is always a choice' because I think a lot of people write that off as the writers forgetting the Crows are supposed to be assassins and going on what Zevran said in Origins about you know the Crows having him kill his lover and then laughing in his face about it because they wanted him to know that he never has a choice BUT have we ever considered that Lucanis is right? Like you could take this as oh he's the First Talon's grandson and he's in a position of power but also... what if good people can still exist in bad environments? Like Lucanis and Teia exist in the Crows, despite everything done to them. If you read Tevinter Nights, neither of those people ever says the Crows are good, and in fact Lucanis is the one who says 'we're not heroes anywhere' and yet despite that, he takes the time to make sure the slaves get out. Teia is upset that the kitchen staff were murdered. Zevran is kind and helpful and heroic despite everything done to him. Why must the existence of good people in a bad organization indicate that the organization is good? Why can't people be good despite their circumstances? Of course Lucanis would say 'there is always a choice' because this is the guy who was supposed to be a breeding ground for a demon and instead of that he kept both of them alive because he felt bad for Spite but at the same time he desperately wanted to live. Like I don't know when we decided that Teia and Lucanis were the representation of the entire Antivan Crows' morals. And both of them still enjoy killing people. Like, a lot. Idk. I think it's more powerful to have people be good people and choose to be good people despite their shitty circumstances and to the best of their abilities.

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OC QUESTIONS (Day 10)

Question 10.

How would they describe themselves in three words?

Vaedra:

Blunt

Stoic

Logical

Ryllae:

Ultra Mega Pretty

Super Clever

Super Duper Cool

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Just some memes made with Threads posts

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