#ANYWAY thank u rami ur an angel <333

[solasan]

oh sh*t i was going to send u an ask ab the oc codex entries and i forgot fml!! lol anyway: 2 for adelheid and 4 for cedany uwu

002: a letter written by your OC’s family member

[a bloodstained letter half-destroyed by mud, found trampled underfoot in the remains of lothering]:

Bethy,

We reached Ostagar this morning, so stop worrying, would you? Tell Ma that we’re all fine. Or, you know, in Del’s case, as fine as she’ll get. You know how she can be. At the very least, Bear’s loving it; there’s mabari everywhere, so he’s got a lot to keep him occupied. And before you ask, so do I; the other soldiers are brilliant, better than anyone I’ve known before. We’ve even spotted the King a couple times — I’ve got loads of stories to tell you when we get back.

Del’s not settling in so well. She got in a fight with one of the Grey Wardens on their way in this morning, if you can believe it. It’s Del, so you should believe it. Dunno what it was about, but probably something stupid. It usually is. Honestly, she’s had a real stick up her arse since we left — worse than usual. She’s driving me mad.

Bet Lothering’s quiet without us. Don’t go too barmy, sister. We’ve already got enough of that in this family. 

Anyway, word is we’ll be marching within the next week. I promise I’ll send another letter before we do, alright? We’ll be fine. Don’t worry.

Carver

004: a letter from your OC to their love interest

[a letter, badly worn and ripped in places, marked with dried mud and still vaguely possessing the scent of pungent rot. its words are smudged and shaky, and there are occasional holes in the vellum where it would appear that a quill has been pressed through it on letters. the lines where it has clearly been crumpled up, combined with the lack of a seal or any marks of sending, make it clear that this letter was never delivered. dated 9:41 dragon]:

Alistair,

Can you hear it, too?

Look, I [an unskilled doodle of a flower, here, as though the writer was considerably distracted] I don’t really know why I’m writing you. I shouldn’t be, but hey, we both know I’m pretty shit at doing what I should do, so. I just…

I didn’t realise this was what it sounded like, you know? The Calling. Figured it’d be a lot more madness and organisation and shit, a lot less… this. It’s fucking bullshit. This is all just… just bullshit. The bogs here are hot and dry and fucking awful, and at night it’s freezing cold, and we still haven’t found the cure and Nidelan and I keep fucking fighting about it, and I’m tired all the bloody time but I can never fucking sleep, and I just. I don’t know what to do.

Ha bloody ha, bet you’re laughing yourself sick at me. Shut up, idiot.

I’m scared, I s’pose is what I’m trying to tell you. Like, really, shitting bricks and sweating gallons and shaking like a fucking leaf scared. Which is ridiculous, ‘cause I don’t get scared, right? Ever. But I’m scared now. And I really… I really fucking wish you were here.

I s’pose if anyone finds this letter and actually sends you it, which is, you know, pretty bloody unlikely, I just want you to know. Well. I’m sure you do know, you should know, I mean I might say you’re an idiot but you can actually be quite smart at times, but. Right. Just in case, yeah?

So. I love you. Because I’m fucking thick. And probably dying. And you probably are too. And I just… I just fucking love you, and I want you to know that, before this is all over. I don’t think there’s a life where I don’t love you, not anywhere. Would probably be easier if there was, honestly, but it’s not like we’ve ever been good with easy.

Maker. I should’ve told you every day for the last fucking decade, shouldn’t I? Ha. Fucking stupid, shit-for-brains idiot, that’s me. Should’ve snogged you senseless. Should’ve told you to choose me. I almost did, you know. When I first found out about Gwenore. Wrote a letter and everything. Doesn’t matter now, I s’pose.

Wouldn’t have mattered then, either. Doubt you’d have listened. Still, you’d have known. That’d be… well, something. A good something, maybe. Fuck if I know anymore.

I love you, anyway. And I’m still yours, if you want me, for however long we have left. I always will be.

Cedany

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