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Kith

(A/N: Though her parents and kin have left Seheron due to the war making them fear for their lives, Jabeen Adaar and her Valo-Kas grew up in a community in Free Marches who still abide by the teachings of the Qun as best as they can. As such, they consider themselves Qunari, rather than Tal-Vashoth. Hesra Adaar belongs to @greyvvardenfell)

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Warnings: all the npcs are fuckin racist to qunari man it pissed me off

The Rivaini say that Qunari have a certain kindness to them, or at least a conspicuous lack of cruelty. -From In Pursuit of Knowledge: The Travels of a Chantry Scholar, by Brother Genitivi.

Haven was a war Jabeen waged alone.

Pressing with both hands to calm her aching temples, she had prepared herself the quiet armour that she wore beneath her vitaar. The solid, tired resilience she grew like second skin, of gritting her teeth and straightening her back when they demanded that she bow her head, shrink herself, hide her horns instead.

She steeled herself with a steady breath, chanting enough of what her Tama had taught her to drown out what would begin with the morning, from the subtle flinch of the quartermaster to an arched brow of surprise at the War Table when she let her voice carry more than they wished it to.

Val Royeaux still twisted like knives between her ribs, every word hurled across the cobbled streets gathering dirt in the grooves of her plates, stains clinging even when she washed her hair and her palms again and again and again until they froze and shrivelled.

"That horned thing was drenched in the Divine's blood."

Maraas kata.

"We don't back away from you oxmen."

Maraas shokra.

"I didn't expect you to be-"

Anaan esaam qun.

They arrived at dawn, before the first rays of burning sunrise made its way through Jabeen's window, burnishing the wooden cabin, and drawing her from an exhausted slumber.

They arrived with their heads lifted, their weapons strapped to their back, scarred skin streaked with vitaar beneath the coat of another layer against the cold.

Lost in her effort to scan through the crowd for a safe place to stand, Jabeen would have mistaken Hesra's snowy curls for snow itself, or an apparition cast from her own hunger and homesickness. Had Hesra not turned, tentatively, always startled by a gaze upon her, even one so familiar.

Had Dilrosh not followed, pushing through the small crowd gathered to whisper about them, striding through the space between them, his staff clutched in his hand.

Then the rest, Mehak with her bow, Geetar with his sword and shield, Behar with her spear planted like a flag in the ankle-deep snow.

And just so, the cruel, cold grip of despondency shattered like thin ice.

She was alive again.

"Shanedan, Sataareth. You look like you've seen a ghost." Dilrosh smiled at her, and rolled his eyes when Jabeen touched his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't vanish into mist.

Sataareth. That was the title they had given her. Who she was. Enforcer, not merely in strength but their rallying cry- their refuge from harm and the home of all their homes.

She looked past him at Hesra, who stood a pace away, half-hiding behind Geetar, who was the only one tall enough to shield her. Other than Jabeen herself.

"Are you alright, kadan?" Jabeen's voice was thick with tears she hadn't let fall. "I worried so much for you."

She was rewarded with a tentative smile and a nod. It warmed her twice-frozen heart as sure as Hesra's healing hands.

Who she was. Trusted. Prized.

"Ah, here we are." Geetar cut her off before she could press further. "Playing favorites with the mages again."

Jabeen sniffed, with a shaky smile, reaching up to tug his ear. "I do not play favourites."

"Hey, the Templars would've taken me, as well." Dilrosh summoned a small flame to his fingertips.

Jabeen's face fell, and her lip trembled. "Don't even joke about it. I would've lost all of you."

It was the sickening terror she'd opened her eyes to in that horrid dark cell, overtaking any thought of her own fate, or even the damned tear in her hand. It was the first phrase that rose to her lips when she could summon her voice speak to the Seeker. A demand, a threat, knowing full well what demands and threats would inflict upon her at the hands of humans. "Where are the Valo-Kas? What did you do to them?"

Dilrosh winced, instantly setting his magic aside to lay both hands on her shoulder. "Jabeen, no. We're fine. No injury our Hesra couldn't patch up." His eyes glazed over with a pain that mirrored hers. "We were so scared we lost you."

Who she was. To her kin, she could not be lost.

Jabeen steadied herself, meeting their eyes in turn. "You haven't."

"Don't we know it." Mehak relaxed, though behind her, Hesra's brows were furrowed in concern. "We knew you wouldn't abandon us, Sataareth."

"I should've never accepted this. This job endangered all of you. I should've-"

"Sataareth." Behar rolled her eyes. "We're not scared of humans."

"I know, but-"

"The sky's torn open. Where d'you think is safer than at the side of the woman who can close it?" Geetar set aside his shield. "Sataareth kadan hass-toh issala ebasit. You are kadan to us, and there is no duty for us away from you."

"So you'll...stay?"

"What did he just say?" Mehak teased. "Besides, I hear the Bull's Chargers were asking after this- Inquisition. If they chip in, and we don't? You won't let us be shown up by competition, would you?"

Jabeen sighed fondly, relaxing into Dilrosh's open arms, then kissing Mehak on the cheek. Relief washed over her like water, running her clean of bleeding wounds swifter than a stream, leaving only fading scars in their wake.

Hesra ran a careful eye over her, looking for injuries she'd neglected out of habit. The question in that look was silent, but Jabeen knew they all waited for an answer.

"It's..the usual."

Dilrosh's jaw clenched, and Behar's hand flew to her spear.

Jabeen shrugged. She had taught them by example to never hide their pain. "At best, they treat me like eight feet of muscle and a pair of horns they can't do without. At worst..." Her gaze slid to Hesra, whose frown deepened, her eyes gentled with an old sadness. "Well. You know."

Mehak touched the base of her own broken horn, then tucked a strand of Jabeen's hair behind her ear.

They did. How it burns her, how it saves her, that they did.

"You would..." Cassandra blinked, sharing a glance with the Commander looming behind her. "Have them stay?"

Jabeen clenched her fists by her sides. "Yes."

"They are an impressive force, Cassandra." Leliana ventured a smile. "Why do you think I hired them for the Conclave in the first place?"

"We will need to consider it."

"Consider all you like." Jabeen straightened to her full height, the tip of her black horns glinting in the morning sun, flanked by her company who had fallen to place behind her. "But know this." She held up her hand, a flash of glowing green to remind them of what they stand to lose. "Where my kith go, I follow."

Cullen ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breath. "I...see."

"Do you?"

Jabeen levelled her gaze at Cassandra, who held her silence for a moment more, and nodded.

Hesra's voice carried no higher than the breeze, but reached inward as a tree to its roots, and she smiled as Jabeen joined in, murmuring words they always had to stave off cold and fear and loneliness, the pain of battle and the wounds of all the world.

"Meraad astaarit, meraad itwasit, aban aqun."

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da:i #jabeen adaar #adaar #qunari #hesra adaar #i do know that jabeens technical title should be Sten #but i hc that it works slightly differently outside of par vollen #and beresaad proper #i lov how sten calls all his dear friends kadan so jabeen does too #the sheer catharsis of writing this tho

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Inquisitor as a Companion: Ty’as

Hehe a lot of my mutuals have done this already but I’ve decided to debut my new Inquisitor by sharing them as a Companion! I put my whole heart into this, I hope you enjoy!

Name: Ty’as (she/they)

Race, Class, & Specialization: Qunari (Vashoth), Mage, Rift Mage

Varric’s Nickname for them: Mystic

Default Tarot Card: The High Priestess, Upright: intuitive, unconscious, inner voice.

How they are recruited: After addressing the Chantry in Val Royeaux, the Herald can speak to Solas in Haven about a matter of concern regarding Elven artifacts that measure the veil. He will mention the one in the Hinterlands, as well as a second, temporary location in the Hissing Wastes, beginning Measuring the Veil.

If the Herald does not travel to the Hissing Wastes to activate the artifact before reaching Skyhold, the location will disappear and Ty’as will no longer be recruitable. Talking to Solas will reveal that he felt tremors in the Hissing Wastes, leading him to believe the artifact had been destroyed. This earns slight disapproval from him.

If the Herald agrees and journeys to the location, Solas will be locked in as a party member for the duration of the quest. On arrival, there will be a small scene where they approach a half buried Dwarven temple. Solas will comment that the veil is alight, though with what he’s uncertain. If you investigate further he says the spirits are unusually talkative, and it is too difficult to piece out their message at this time. Descending through the temple, the Herald will encounter a mix of human smugglers and Venatori, each hoping to loot the deserted temple for forgotten art and knowledge. They will have to fight through them to reach the goal marker. Eventually, after two floors, the party will reach a wide room that looks to have been a former library.

A small cutscene plays as the Herald looks around the deserted room, saying they see no signs of any artifact. If playing as a Cadash, they’ll ask if Solas had gotten the location right, as the Shaperate never reflected the presence of any Elves in Dwarven settlements in the region. Solas will reply that he was sure it was here, only to blink and fire a spell towards the door which they entered. He shouts that the figure has the artifact, and the Herald catches sight of a cloaked figure running off in the direction they came and a chase is given through the temple. Before they can reach them, the figure throws up a barrier that causes the Herald and their party to bounce off and stay trapped as they make their escape on horseback. Solas, though aggravated, will sigh saying that it is fine. He is able to sense the artifact through his connection to the Fade. If a non-mage Herald asks why he did not dispel the barrier in the first place, he will comment that it is not a typical barrier, and in fact it seems to be imbued with a spirit of protection. If the Herald is a mage they will ask Solas why they cannot dispel it, to which he will answer the same. The conversation is ended by the barrier dispelling on its own, and Solas indicating that he will lead the way.

At this time the quest Measuring the Veil is marked complete, with a new quest taking its place called Building a Bridge.

The scene changes to an open market in the middle of the desert, colorful fabrics and jewel tones shining in the sun. The Herald and companions look surprised as Qunari pass by, of all ages and walks of life. They look at the party in surprise and question, murmurs indicating shock that they had been discovered by outsiders. If the Herald is an Adaar, they can say “Well… this is starting to look a lot more like home.” If Iron Bull is in the party, he will wonder to himself “Tal-Vashoth? Working together?” The party is then approached by a Qunari male, with one horn broken and a guarded expression. He appears to be a leader of the community, and greets them in Qunlat, asking them to explain who they are and state their business. The Herald can explain the occurrences at the temple, with Solas’ interjection about an artifact of his people being stolen, to which the Qunari male will rub his chin and ask how he can be certain that they’re not Venatori or Smugglers themselves. If Dorian is in the party, his clothes will be pointed out as clearly of Imperium make. The Herald can then show the Mark as proof of their role.

If playing as an Adaar, the Qunari will apologize in Qunlat, and introduce himself as Nehara, the storyteller and leader of the Tal-Vashoth Encampment. Otherwise he will nod and invite them to follow him to the object. As he leads them to an orange printed tent in the back of the camp, he will refute Solas’ claim that the Elven artifact was stolen, to which Solas will dryly question if Nehara believed it was just being taken out for some air. Nehara will hum, stopping at the tent and saying that he had better let the Seer explain. With puzzled expressions, the party enters, the world around them fading into black. Companions may comment at this point:

The Iron Bull: Oh shit…

Dorian: Good, I was beginning to forget what it was like to black out from expensive wines.

Vivienne: The fade? No… this couldn’t be… how curious…

Solas: Interesting...

Varric: I miss Kirkwall, at least the weird shit there was bright red in your face crystals, not the ground disappearing under your feet.

Cassandra: What is this… where are we?!

Sera: No friggen way, no friggen way!

Cole: Hello!

Blackwall: Right… guess we could do without the floor… and the walls.. And the sky…

The figure from the temple is positioned at the center of the darkness, and the Herald walks towards them, the party trailing behind. They face away from them, the artifact peeking out, glowing. The Herald has the option to either greet them, wait for them to respond to them, or rip their hood off.

Option 1: Ty’as hums, asking for just a moment before standing up to face them, artifact in their arms.

Option 2: Ty’as continues to work till they are satisfied, before standing up to face them with the artifact.

Option 3: Ty’as continues to work, though they frown, before standing up to face them with the artifact.

They will greet the Herald with a name derived from the Herald’s class.

“Shanedan, (Warrior: Beres-taar, Rogue: Hissrad, Mage: Rasaan)”

Ty’as removes her hood, revealing her horns and explains that she is the village Seer, tasked with communing with the spirit realm and guiding the village through metaphysical matters. She apologizes for running off with the artifact in the Dwarven temple, returning it to Solas with a bow, explaining that she had thought that they were smugglers and wished to protect the artifact. If she had known it was the Herald, she says she would not have run. When asked how she knew about the artifact, Ty’as will smile and with the flip of her hand call a weave of colorful spirits to flow around her, before spinning them away. She explains that amongst the Tal-Vashoth, she is a Seer, the bridge between the natural world and the spirit. They had alerted her to the presence of the artifact when the breach exploded in the sky, and she has been monitoring it ever since, the spirits highlighting the importance of keeping it safe. Solas will look unconvinced. The Herald can ask his opinion, to which he will express that Ty’as’ story is not impossible but he has never met a Tal-Vashoth or Qunari that let their mages run with open mouths, not to mention hold a position of power. Iron Bull can also be consulted, to which he will offer a similar opinion, though run closer to the side of distrust. If Ty’as hears this, they will frown but plainly express that respectfully, what they know of Tal-Vashoth could be boiled down to the size of a Fennec’s nutsack. Iron Bull will snicker at that comment, despite him reaffirming that just because Ty’as could tell a joke didn’t mean Tal-Vashoth couldn’t be dangerous. Ty’as looks discontent but turns to the Herald.

“I truly meant no disrespect. In truth, I am concerned by the breach, as any. The spirits are whispering of change in the winds, and I must take care to keep them safe.” With a woosh, the blackness disappears and the party is standing in the tent, plush pillows beneath their feet, Ty’as, no longer cloaked, is sporting travel bags and wrapping a shawl around their shoulders. “I will accompany you in your journey.”

The Herald may ask about their village, to which Ty’as will explain that their role as Seer calls them to care for the well being of the spirit realm to balance that of the physical. If they neglect the spirits to tend to their people, they will all suffer in the wake of the breach.

The Herald can say two things.

Option 1: We’d be remiss to pass you up. (Slightly Approves, Ty’as is recruited for the Inquisition)

Option 2: I think we already have one too many mages. (Ty’as is not recruited for the Inquisition)

If Option 1 is selected, Ty’as will smile, thanking the Inquisitor for their trust. They say they will say their goodbyes. A scene will play where Ty’as walks through the village market, escorted by small children, and accepting supplies from merchants. She will meet Nehara in a hug, who will spin her with a laugh. A small exchange passes between them:

“Panahedan, imekari. Be safe on your journey.” (Take refuge in safety, child)

“Panahedan, Papa. Sataareth kadan hass-toh issala ebasit.” (Take refuge in safety)

The scene ends as Ty’as walks up to the Herald. The Tal-Vashoth village is now explorable, with merchants available, and additional lore about Tal-Vashoth if the Herald speaks to Nehara.

If Option 2 is selected, Ty’as frowns, puzzled. “The spirits did not describe you as a Qalaba.” With that she will brush past them, covering her head with her hood, as she stands at the exit to her tent. With a look back, she bids a final apology to Solas, and thanks the party for their time, walking off into the sand, never to be seen again. The Tal-Vashoth village is explorerable now, with merchants available, and additional lore about Tal-Vashoth if the Herald speaks to Nehara. Additionally, speaking to Nehara will reveal that Ty’as has journeyed on her own to stop the Breach, with or without the Herald’s help.

Where they are in Haven: Ty’as can be found in Adan’s Apothecary, perusing his shelves of herbs. When the PC walks in, they can occasionally hear Adan grumbling about Ty’as messing with his already shoddy equipment, to which she will liltingly reply that she didn’t hear him complain when she brewed a pot full of Vandal’s Tears.

Speaking to Ty’as will unlock dialogue about:

The Kossith

Their views on Mages

Vashoth/Tal-Vashoth/Kossith Encampments across Thedas

The Qun/Qunari

Their role as a Seer

Their thoughts on Spirits

Their life at the Hissing Wastes Encampment

Where they are in Skyhold: Ty’as resides in the tower between Cullen and Iron Bull’s. Hanging from the beams above are cycles of stained glass, ornamented like mobiles that cast a rainbow pattern along the ground. The stone walls have been covered with tapestries and blankets similar to those seen at the Tal-Vashoth village. A table containing various ground spices, herbs, and dyes sits to the side, and a hammock covered in furs is suspended from the “second floor”. Pillows of orange and red are scattered in a circular fashion around a woven rug, and unfamiliar magical instruments of all shapes and sizes stick out from a chest to the side of the room. A kendang drum rests against it. There is a changing screen with gilded geometric patterns, and a wardrobe. In the very center of the room is a flat pot of ashes, incense sticks protruding, steaming as if they were just lit. Flowers lie around it, as well as some food offerings. Typically, Ty’as is standing at the desk, staring out the window that looks into Skyhold, sitting in one of the circular pillows, lighting a stick of incense, or hanging strings of Plumeria Alba. For their opening cutscene they are pinning the blankets up to the wall, commenting that she has been amongst ruins before, but for some reason Skyhold’s walls feel eerie, like they were intended to block her connections to the spirits. The Inquisitor can offer to help her put up tapestries, which will give slight approval as she says she’d feel much more at home that way.

Things they Generally Approve of:

Greatly Approves

-Letting Solas kill the mages in All New Faded for Her.

-Disbanding the Templars in Champions of the Just.

-Allowing Blackwall to stay with the Inquisition after Revelations.

-Selecting ”A dwarf/qunari/elf/mage will fight for us all” when made Inquisitor.

-Having less than 75 court approval at the end of Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts.

Approves

-Letting Celene be killed/having Gaspard executed in Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts.

-Defending/Showing respect to nonhuman races and mages.

-Letting Cole remain a spirit.

-Being brought to the fade in Here Lies the Abyss.

-Finding the Chateau D’Onterre and uncovering its secrets.

-Aiding the spirit of Command in Crestwood.

Slightly Approves

-Helping Vivienne collect books for the Circle.

-Allying with the mages in In Hushed Whispers.

-Being brought to places where the veil is thin, like ruins or former places of battle.

-Exacting creative punishment in judgements (conscripting Alexius/Blackwall, etc).

-General acts of humility and compassion, such as aiding refugees in the Hinterlands.

-Humorous dialogue.

Things they Generally Disapprove of:

Slightly Disapproves

-Not aiding the spirit of Command in Crestwood.

-Vehemently anti-magic rhetoric.

-Sacrificing the Chargers in Demands of the Qun.

-Encouraging Cullen to continue to take Lyrium in Perseverance.

Disapproves

-Stopping Solas from killing the mages in All New Faded for Her.

-Putting Gaspard alone on the throne in Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts.

-Non-Elf Inquisitors drinking from the Well of Sorrows.

-Being taken into the Deep Roads.

-Conscripting the Mages in In Hushed Whispers.

Greatly Disapproves

-Recruiting the Templars as allies to rebuild in Champions of the Just.

-Banishing Blackwall for his crimes.

-Encouraging Cassandra to rebuild the Seekers.

-Forcing Dorian to reconcile with his Father.

-Cruelty and unjust dialogue/actions.

-Allowing the Wardens to remain in Orlais in Here Lies the Abyss.

Similar to Solas, Ty’as’ approval can be recouped through investigative dialogue about her experiences with spirits, magic, and respectful/affirming words on the Tal-Vashoth. It is not too difficult to earn high approval with her, though.

Mages, Templars, Other?: Growing up in her Tal-Vashoth community, Ty’as was removed from the width of the mage-templar conflict, though she had heard about some of it from word of mouth. She believes that mages can be free to exist without threat, but that Southern society has propagated an unhealthy fear of magic, rather than an understanding. To that extent, though they would prefer Circles to exist only as optional institutions of study, they believe in a paced transition towards changing the Southern perspective on magic that promotes harmony between Fade-Dwellers (spirits) and World-Born (physical beings). Only then can true freedom be achieved for all. Their views are most closely aligned with Vivienne, though they hold a strong distaste for the abuses committed by templars and sanctioned by the Chantry, and prefer disbanding them as the first step towards achieving peace.

Friends in the Inquisition: Vivienne, Iron Bull (later), Cole, Varric, Blackwall, and Solas.

Rivals in the Inquisition: Cassandra, Iron Bull(beginning).

Neutral in the Inquisition: Dorian, Sera, Cullen, Josephine, Leliana.

Romanceable: Yes, to all races and genders.

**If unromanced, and Iron Bull is not romanced, they will strike up a physical relationship that eventually turns fully romantic. Asking Ty’as’ opinion on Iron Bull will result in a line of dialogue that shifts depending on the stage of their relationship. Stage 1 (Antagonistic): “Ah. He has made it clear where he stands on people like me. I have nothing against him, but I will not seek out a Qalaba and expect it to think.” Stage 2 (After Adamant, Neutral): “He has sought me out about the events in the fade. He is processing the best way he knows how.” Stage 3 (Friendly): “[laughs]... He told me a marvelous story yesterday about his Chargers. I don’t think he sees it, but he is truly a Mother Hen sometimes.” Stage 4 (Romantic; if neither has been romanced): “Maa Asala has grown. He is trying his best to unlearn his fear, both of my people and the spirits... I take great pride in him. Perhaps one day I can show him the village. The children would love his rack.”**

Names

Rivalry: “(if non-Qunari) Basra.” “Inquisitor/Herald.” “(if Qunari) Bas.”

Neutral: “Inquisitor Lavellan/Trevelyan/Cadash/Adaar.” “Beres-taar/Hissrad/Rasaan.”

Friendship: “My friend.” “(Name).”

Romance: “Kadan.” “Maa Asala.”

War Table:

Awfully Bland Here Isn’t It? (After Recruitment)

Inquisitor/Herald,

I’ve noticed a distinct lack of… diversity in your cooking supplies. It has made it difficult for me to perform my offerings to the spirits. If it pleases you, I believe I have a solution which benefits us all. I have contacts with Tal-Vashoth merchants who will be able to provide the Inquisition with a variety of herbs and spices at a reasonable rate. Our traders have access to stocks a Southern peasant would go their entire life without seeing. At worst, you’ll be able to resell them for a decent profit. If you can, though, try to keep this quiet. I would not want to risk the wellbeing of my people.

Please consider.

--Ty’as

P.S- I think the troops would be delighted to have a little bit of flavor added to their meals, wouldn’t you agree?

Options:

>Josephine: This is an incredible opportunity. It’s been whispered amongst elites that Tal-Vashoth trade routes span the entire continent and are impossible to access, for obvious reasons. I can have my emissaries establish a connection with the listed merchants and retrieve supplies of all flavors, materials, styles, colors... Did I already mention this was an incredible opportunity?

>Leliana: We’ll have to keep this quiet. Parading into their market and naming the Tal-Vashoth as our suppliers may inspire backlash amongst Andrastians who couldn’t tell a giant gray rock from a living, breathing, Qunari. My scouts will discreetly meet with these merchants and bring back a small batch of supplies.

>Cullen: This isn’t the North. As silly as it is to admit, the blandness of the food may go unnoticed if we don’t introduce anything new. I say we leave the Tal-Vashoth be and save our gold.

Results:

>Josephine: The delivery arrived this morning and it smells as wonderful as it feels. Unfortunately, Inquisition emissaries in full garb inspired gossip amongst the locals, and now rumor has it we are a long-arm of the Qun disguised as an Andrastian military force. Nothing will come of it, I’m sure, but it is not exactly ideal.

Received: 5 Felandaris, 5 Amrita Veins, 10 Dawn Lotus, 10 Witherstalk, and 7 Rashvine Nettle.

Ty’as slightly disapproves.

>Leliana: In and out, with not a head turned in surprise. Quite the find.

Received: 3 Felandaris, 3 Amrita Veins, 8 Dawn Lotus, 8 Witherstalk, and 5 Rashvine Nettle.

Ty’as approves.

>Cullen: Well. We might not have “java beans” or “galangale,” but at least we maintained our soldiers expectations.

Received: 20 influence.

No approval change.

Contacting the Kos-Rasaan (Available at Skyhold)

Written in a rushed but curvy script.

Inquisitor,

As I was meditating on the events at Haven, I recalled a conversation with my mentor where she lectured me on the Kossith’s recounts of the First Blight. Little outside our community are aware, but the Qun is only a recent innovation amongst our people. Outside of Par Vollen, expanses of innovation and knowledge dating back to the Divine Age were whispered and shared throughout Kossith/Tal-Vashoth societies. With Tevinter and Par Vollen’s history, it would be crucial to get in touch with Kos-Rasaan, to see if her knowledge reflects any existence of this Corypheus, and moreso, if the Kossith encountered others like him.

She may know a weakness that has slipped through the fingers of recorded history.

--Ty’as

Options:

>Josephine: I’m told the University of Orlais has scholars in the area. They may have some knowledge on Kos-Rasaan’s whereabouts. We can send them along with appropriate gifts, such as incense or rare roots.

>Leliana: Allow me to dispatch some of our Elven agents to search for Ty’as’ mentor. It may take longer, but the Kos-Rasaan may find it more amicable to have direct contact with a small number of Inquisition scouts than an unknown entity.

>Cullen: We can send troops to cover the area and conduct a thorough search of the desert. With luck, we’ll find Ty’as’ mentor by sundown.

Results:

>Josephine: The scholars were given quite the scare when they accidentally activated a series of wards, entrapping them in a feisty collection of Deathroot. They readily thrust out the gifts we had brought along, to which I’m told, Kos-Rasaan found amusing. She has sent this message along (see after all advisors)

Received: Saartoh-Bas Kos Issqun (Staff)

20 Power

Ty’as Greatly Approves

>Leliana: Our agents just narrowly missed the deathroot vines that shot from the canyon’s walls. I was told Kos-Rasaan was somewhat disappointed, but greeted them with warmth. She has sent along the following message (see after all advisors)

Received: Saartoh-Bas Kos Issqun (Staff)

20 Power

Ty’as Approves

>Cullen: In an awkward first-encounter, our soldiers were caught in a series of wards that trapped them in vines of all shapes and sizes. Reacting, they attempted to cut themselves down, which did not please Kos-Rasaan. She was thankfully merciful on the realization that they were rookies, but we should probably consider sending a gift basket. Or replacement vines. I don’t know.

Received: Saartoh-Bas Kos Issqun (Staff)

20 Power

Ty’as Slightly Approves

Attached Letter to Each Result:

Inquisitor Adaar/Lavellan/Trevelyan/Cadash,

It is certainly a surprise for a Saarebas of my years and reclusion to be put in touch with the Southern force making the ground quiver. Your scholars/scouts/soldiers were a welcome reprieve from the darkness of the times, [if Josephine used:and I thank you for the offerings you have sent (not to mention the gift of laughter).] Maa imekari was smart to point you in my direction, as throughout our history there have been tales of Dark Magisters claiming to possess the power that Corypheus wields. The spirits we have tended to since the birth of our people have whispered of mages entering the fade, but of a Maker or Andraste, not. There may be truth yet to Corypheus, perhaps corrupted after centuries being unable to leave the fade, or merging with a soul of… what you might know as an “Old God.” In any case, I had your agents transcribe some of our oral history regarding him. With any luck you’ll find something of use.

Give my blessings to Ty’as. Please remind her to keep both feet on the ground.

--Transcribed by a precise scholar’s/efficient scout’s/blotted soldier’s hand.

Companion quest:

Chasing a Dream

Triggered by entering her quarters after Here Lies the Abyss and +35 Approval. A cutscene will play where the Inquisitor looks around the room. It seems to be empty, but the incense sticks are recently lit. They look up to see Ty’as, hanging upside down from their knees. The Inquisitor can ask her what she’s doing, to which she will gracefully drop down with a sigh. She will explain that she is trying a technique that will pool her spiritual energy towards her crown, but once again it is to no avail. The Inquisitor can prod further, at which point she will frown and gesture for the Inquisitor to join them on the cushions. Ty’as will disclose that she is trying to widen her mana pool to seal her connection to the fade and achieve abilities similar to that of a somniari. If the Inquisitor asks why she describes with a fond look that the somniari leads a perfect state of being: one foot firmly planted in the spirit realm, and one in the physical. Though she would not be a true somniari, she would be able bridge the tiny magic deficit between herself and that of one to fulfill her role as a seer beyond a doubt, and serve her community in the ultimate way.

There are some Dialogue Options here:

a) You already seem to have a strong connection with the fade. (slightly approves)

Response: It is as you say… In truth, though, it is not as effective to commune with the beings there but not be able to enter their home as they enter mine.

b) Getting sick of the physical realm? (slightly disapproves)

Response: I am equally bound to both realms, to neglect one would be to give a starving man food but no water.

c) So you’d be more susceptible to demons (slightly disapproves)

Response: It’s far more complex than that, but I suppose if you must put it simply. I would also be able to communicate with more spirits than before.

d) (Flirt) Ah, so now you’ll be making even more appearances in my dreams? (slightly approves)

Response: Even more you say? That could be arranged...

A mage Inquisitor may say that they thought that there was no recorded way to increase one's connection to the fade, to which Ty’as will look thoughtful. They will reveal their Father had passed down a story about a Kossith mage, who after performing a ritual, was able to enter the fade at will. They explain that they had always wished to pursue the tale, but after seeing the fade for themselves, began to look in earnest, resulting in the discovery of a set of tablets describing the ritual in the tale. Ty’as says that they need it retrieved from the private collection of a rich Orlesian merchant, and asks if the Inquisitor could spare the resources.

The Dialogue Options are:

a) We will get you what you need.

Response: [with a smile] You have my thanks Inquisitor. I will leave the location of the artifact with your advisors. (Approves)

b) Are you sure about this?

Response: I know it must seem like I’m chasing a loose thread, or that I am attempting to alter the physical fabric of my being. But I need to do this, to fulfill my role as a Seer. (Returns to options A and C)

c) I don’t like the sound of this.

Response: [frowns] Do not act as if you are more versed in what I need than I am. Please… you wouldn’t understand. Should you change your mind, I will leave the location of the artifact with your advisors. (Disapproves)

In any case, the quest Chasing a Dream will appear in the journal. To continue the quest, the Inquisitor must go to the war table, where a quest marker by the same name will appear in Val Royeaux.

Chasing A Dream; War Table

Inquisitor Lavellan/Adaar/Cadash/Trevelyan,

The tablets that Lady Ty’as seeks are housed in the DuRellion’s Estate. When we petitioned them for custody, citing the cultural value of the artifacts, they responded with an elegant refusal. Apparently it has been ‘passed down in their family for generations and generations…’ The tales these nobles spin… They will soon be hosting a soiree where they intend to showcase their immense collection of magical objects. If we play our cards right, it could be an opportunity to acquire a closer look at the tablets.

Yours,

Ambassador Montilyet

Options:

>Josephine: I could secure the Inquisition invitation to the DuRellion’s soiree. All they need is a little bit of assurance that the Inquisition will remember their generous contribution.

>Leliana: It would be simple enough to retrieve the tablets before the day of the Soiree. I hear blackouts are becoming common again throughout Orlais. A product of the civil war, perhaps?

>Cullen: Not participating.

Results:

>Josephine: It took several hours and multiple barrels of Antivan wine, but the tablets are secured.

Received Quest Object: Tablets of Tjioman

Ty’as slightly approves

>Leliana: The soiree was cancelled after a sudden run of power outages led to the disappearance of the tablets. I’m told they suspect the Marquis! There always was bad blood between them.

Received Quest Object: Tablets of Tjioman

Ty’as slightly approves

To continue, speak to Ty’as in her tower. She will be grinding a red colored mixture in a bowl, before drinking it. They turn when the Inquisitor enters, excitement in their voice as she asks for the tablets. The Inquisitor hands them to her, and she steps back, mouth moving as she looks over the ancient script. She halts her pacing.

“It would seem that I need your help once more. The ritual requires the presence of one who has walked the fade before. A somniari... or you.”

Dialogue Options:

a) But I’m not a mage? (non-mage Inquisitor)

Response: But you have the mark, and we all saw what happened in Adamant. (Returns to dialogue tree with this option gone)

b) This is starting to sound dangerous. (slightly disapproves)

c) What would you have me do? (no approval change)

d) I trust you. (Flirt) (slightly approves)

Response: Thank you...That holds great meaning for me.

“The instructions are difficult to translate. You will…for lack of better words.. Open a rift inside of me. Not in actuality, of course, but that is what it will feel like to you.”

Some investigative options are available now, which reveal that going through with the ritual will widen Ty’as’ mana pool, but at the cost of making her more attractive to demons. She may be more susceptible to possession, and lose some of her livelier qualities. She would be more powerful and see more of the Fade and its spirits if the ritual is performed.

Option 1: Say you will help Ty’as perform the ritual. (Greatly Approves)

Ty’as thanks the Inquisitor and says the two of you must go quickly, before this moon cycle ends. The scene changes to that of the desert, likely the hissing wastes, as Ty’as climbs a dune and sits below a barren tree. They pull out a mixture of gold and mark their face in ceremonial dress, beckoning the Inquisitor closer and doing the same for them. Then they pour a potion from their belt, sharing it with the inquisitor. They smile, looking somewhat nervous, but relax into a lotus position, waiting for the moon to finish its ascent. When it has reached the highest point, Ty’as will exclaim “Now!” and the Inquisitor will reach their hand out, showing a beam of green similar to when they close rifts protruding from Ty’as’ forehead. After a second, there is a boom that flings the Inquisitor back into a rock and knocks them out. When they awake, the sun is rising, and they scrabble over to Ty’as who is lying flat on their back. The Inquisitor shakes them awake and Ty’as opens their eyes, a coat of blue over them but snapping away with a blink. She accepts the helping hand up and smiles. “It is done.”

Option 2: Say you will not help Ty’as perform the ritual. (Greatly Disapproves)

Ty’as is visibly distraught and tries to convince the Inquisitor to change their mind, but if they stay their course, they eventually acquiesce and say that if it is so then it is so for a reason. The cutscene ends and the quest And Morning Came is available.

And Morning Came (Only if the Inquisitor did not help Ty’as perform the ritual)

Ty’as is sitting on the wall which overlooks Skyhold’s lower level, birds tweeting. They turn their head at the Inquisitor’s approach, a tentative smile on their face.

“I wanted to apologize for putting you in that position, Inquisitor. It was a daunting ask, one that you were reasonably cautious of.” They watch as Cole tends crouches by a sick man.

“I wanted to be more than I was born as. To rise to the role I had been given. I was so consumed with my love for the world that I did not stop to think that I was born as I was for a purpose.”

Dialogue options.

a) You’re perfect as you are. You always have been. (Flirt) (approves)

>Response: [softly] You speak from the heart?

I. Where else? (slightly approves)

II. Without a doubt. (approves)

III. I take it back. (disapproves)

*picking options I and II will bring a smile to Ty’as’ face, and she will look at the Inquisitor with pleading eyes, before looking to their lips, and away.

b) It’s easy to get lost in our ambitions. (slightly approves)

c) You care very deeply for your community. (approves)

d) That wasn’t very wise. (slightly disapproves)

“You are right… [she smiles towards you] I am feeling ...whole. Thank you, Inquisitor. For standing your ground.” They rise from their seat, walking off towards the battlements before calling over their shoulder. “Come by anytime Inquisitor. I am grateful for your friendship.”

Romance: The Land of the Living (Available if Ty’as was flirted with during Chasing a Dream or And Morning Came)

Activated by entering Ty’as chambers after the prerequisites are met.

The scene changes to twilight in Skyhold’s lower courtyard, where Ty’as is pleasantly speaking with an elven scout. She has picked a flower for Ty’as, who gratefully accepts and weaves it through her hair. The elf stutters, blushing like mad and taking their leave when the Inquisitor approaches. Ty’as watches fondly, before looking towards the Inquisitor, who asks, “New friend?” Ty’as shakes their head, explaining that people often like to bring them gifts of affection, despite her lack of interest romantically.

Dialogue options:

a) So you’re leading them on? (slightly disapproves)

>Response: (sighs) It is in fact their own fantasy. I make my intentions clear from the start.

b) In high demand then? (slightly approves)

>Response: (laughs) Apparently so. Perhaps my appearance is attractive to them.

c) Not the type to be tied down? (Flirt) (approves)

>Response: (she peers up seductively) In a manner of speaking I am.

“In truth, I have never had a very structured experience with romance. Training in isolation for the decade of your maidan years does make that difficult, and my people struggle to view me as someone to know intimately.”

Dialogue options:

a) Is that something you want? (Flirt)

b) That’s not something I’ve struggled with. (Flirt)

>Response: (coyly) No?

c) I could never see you that way. (Ends scene)

She stands, gesturing the Inquisitor along. They walk towards the outside gates as the stars begin to show. They pause at the outermost wall, Ty’as leaning against it and looking over the glaciers.

“I want to live. To feel like I might die and fear every second of it.” Their voice drops, and they look to the Inquisitor, caressing their face. “To experience unimaginable levels of ecstasy and pleasure, achieved with one that I love. I want to be…” They drag their thumb over the Inquisitor’s lip. “Physical…” They look into their eyes. “Emotional…” Their lips part. “Yours.”

a) [Kiss her] (Locks in Romance) (Greatly Approves)

b) I want that too. (Locks in Romance) (Approves)

c) I can’t give you this. (Ends scene)

Picking option A or B will result in a passionate makeout against Skyhold’s outer walls.The scene fades to black and the Inquisitor awakens in Ty’as’ room. Ty’as is already awake, and watches the Inquisitor languidly with love in their eyes.

Tarot card change

Ritual Performed: Death, Upright: end of cycle, beginnings, change, metamorphosis.

Ritual Not Performed: The World, Upright: fulfillment, harmony, completion,

Romance: Judgement, Upright: reflection, reckoning, awakening.

Banter

Cole’s reflection on their thoughts:

“Colorful smoke, the smell of incense fills my nose, songs sung over a hundred ages, beasts and legends and heroes alike, us, me, ours, ‘Papa, are they proud of me?’”

“Ra’s staff sweeps my legs, ‘Again!’ bruises bloom, my proof, my flesh is frail, but I am strong, bright, blasting. I will try again.”

(If ritual was completed) “They’re loud now, they always were, they liked to talk, but too loud now, I can’t rest, I must listen, this is my purpose, Compassion help me!”

(If ritual was not completed) “She stares at her reflection, touches her nose, her eyes, her scars, her horns. This is me too.”

(If romanced) “Bodies and bodies, no, a body, one to hold close, confide in, who believes. He/She/They ground(s) me like roots in the desert, buried deep, tangled. Spirit and soul, united, alive, awake.”

Comment(s) on Mages: “Fear… so much fear… of the templars and of themselves…” “They are stronger than this.” “I wish I could sit down and speak to them all.” “It doesn’t have to be like this.”

Comment(s) on Templars: “Little people in big suits.” “I am sorry that they have been twisted to fear their siblings.” “They wield magic too.” “There is something to be said about people who hide behind weapons and armor”

When looking for something: “It seems the spirits are guiding you!” “I wonder what we’ll find!”

When finding a campsite: “Let us rest.” “A breath would be welcome.”

When the Inquisitor Falls: Low Approval: “Goodnight!!” “Meravas (So shall it be)!” “May you lie in the grave you dug.” // Neutral: “I will be there in a moment!” “Spirits watch them!” // High Approval: “I’m here!” “Rethsaam Inquisitor (We all protect the Inquisitor!)” // Romance: “Maa Asala, please do not leave!” “Spirits, not yet, not them!”

Upon killing an Enemy: “Spirits take you.” “Maaras, kata. (Nothing is ended)” “Asit tal-eb. (It is to be)”

When they are low on Health: “Virtues, some kindness please!” “Ah, those aren’t health potions.” “If you demand my soul, meravas!”

When revived: “My journey continues.” / “Not today, it seems.” / “You have my thanks.”

When a companion is low on health: (Iron Bull) “Losing your touch, Bull?” / (Varric) “Seek higher, Varric!” / (Dorian) “I’ll lend you my assistance!!” / (Sera) “Watch your surroundings, Sera!” / (Cassandra) “Ouch.” / (Solas) “Look forward, Vehl (Mentor).” / (Cole) “Compassion, knives are okay!” / (Vivienne) “My lady, allow me to help!” / (Blackwall) “Beres-taar, please care for yourself!”

When a companion falls: (Iron Bull) “(sigh)” if romanced: “Parshaara! You will not.”/ (Varric) “Small one!” / (Dorian) “Let’s not nap now, my friend!” / (Sera) “Sprightly one! Wake please!” / (Cassandra) “Hm.” / (Solas) “You are stronger than this, Solas!” / (Cole) “Compassion, no!” / (Vivienne) “My lady!” / (Blackwall) “My friend! Spirits guide him.”

When they see a Dragon: “Breathtaking. True embodiments of Protection.” “They are highly respected amongst my people… in person it is clear to see why.”

Default saying:

Rivalry: “Ah, how unexpected.” “Inquisitor/Herald.” “Hello.”

Neutral: “Inquisitor Adaar/Cadash/Lavellan/Trevelyan.” “How can I help, Inquisitor/Herald?” “Did you have need of me?”

Friendship: “My friend, let me start a brew you.” “Shanedan!” “Something is on your mind? Sit with me.”

Romance: “Maa Asala,” “How lucky I am, to share a moment with you.” “Your visage never tires me, Kadan. Speak with me for a while, please..”

Travel Banter:

The Iron Bull: So… your whole village back there…. Tal Vashoth?

Ty’as: Yes.

The Iron Bull: All of them?

Ty’as: What answer are you seeking?

The Iron Bull: Just an explanation to the number of hornless, the black eye-balls… features you don’t have.

Ty’as: Our community is descended from Kossith who left the North before the Qun took place. Some of their physical traits still show, to speak little of their cultures and histories.

The Iron Bull: But you’re really a Tal-Vashoth.

Ty’as: My Mother is. She met my father after leaving the Qun. I am simply Vashoth. You believe what I say about the Kossith?

The Iron Bull: I’m looking for a reason not to.

(After Chasing a Dream is completed)

Solas: This ritual you found… did it succeed?

(If ritual not completed) Ty’as: Perhaps it did long ago, but it was not to be for me.

Solas: That is… unfortunate to hear. A greater relationship with the fade is one to be treasured.

Ty’as: I understand what you are saying, Vehl, though I find I am grateful for my relationship now. We cannot force ourselves into a deeper connection with friends and lovers, the spirit world is the same.

Solas: A unique way of approaching it. I am glad to see you remain whole.

Ty’as: (smiling) Me too.

(If ritual completed) Ty’as: It did.

Solas: Ah, how intriguing. How has dreaming been since?

Ty’as: Dreams have always been different, but the few times I have managed to sleep have blessed me with visions been beyond description.

Solas: Few times? Not sleeping well then?

Ty’as: No. Adjustment has been… odd.

Solas: I can imagine. When we return to Skyhold, I will send over some herbs that may help. Ghilas eth ma. (Go with safety.)

Ty’as: Compassion, is this the only form you have?

Cole: Leliana doesn’t let me fill out reports.

Ty’as: Ah, my mistake.

Cole: You mean why don’t I look like Bronala? I can grow the horns if it will help, but I don’t think Vivienne will like me on four legs.

(If present) Solas: Nor will the rest of the Inquisition, I believe.

Ty’as: No, thank you. I would not wish you to change yourself for me. Be as you are.

Cole: You were not wrong about what we look like. Some windows are more colorful than others.

*Bronala- An animist god said to embody compassion in Kossith religion.

Cassandra: Ty’as, Cullen has told me that you have been aiding our soldiers through stretches?

Ty’as: It is called merengtakan. Would you like to join us? It may give you some peace of mind.

Cassandra: I pray to the Maker for that.

(if present) The Iron Bull: You’re missing out, Cassandra. I felt a pop in my back so big I thought I lost part of my spine.

(if present) Sera: Frig. That arse would’ve been the perfect target.

(if present) Varric: Listen, I was skeptical too Seeker but you can’t argue with the results. Look how much handsomer I’ve gotten!

Ty’as: We all have different pathways to clarity. Go as you wish, but you are always welcome.

Dorian: Ty’as, you’re awfully tall.

Ty’as: [laughs] You’re awfully small.

Dorian: Yes, astute observation. I was just thinking it must be difficult to find clothes in your size, like Bull.

(if present) Iron Bull: My lack of clothing is a personal statement.

(if IB present) Dorian: Right, that’s why you don’t wear a shirt in minus 30 weather. To make a point.

Ty’as: No more than it’s difficult for you to find a tailor willing to sew forty buckles together and make a onesie.

Dorian: Well, touché.

Blackwall: So. What did you do for fun in the desert?

Ty’as: Ate fruit, communed with the spirits, danced naked in the moonlight, mancala.

Blackwall: Mancala you said?

(if present) Sera: You?!?!? Oh… joking.

(After Revelations)

Ty’as: Blackwall…

Blackwall: Yes?

Ty’as: I am proud of you.

Blackwall: … Thanks.

Vivienne: Ty’as, have you had the chance to look over the books I sent you?

Ty’as: I found them intriguing, my lady. Did you give any thought to the scrolls I sent?

Vivienne: Of course. This research on the fade is… one lacking in the Circles.

Ty’as: If it pleases you, I will be happy to make copies so that you may share them amongst your peers.

Vivienne: No, allow me darling. I’m grateful for the knowledge. Spreading education and understanding of magic will be a huge help to young mages across Thedas.

Ty’as: You are as intelligent as you are beautiful my lady. I could not agree more.

(If in party) Iron Bull: Damn...

Leaving the Inquisition: If approval is low enough for them to leave, the Inquisitor will find Ty’as descending from the tower wearing travelling gear. They will say that it is clear that the Inquisitor was not who they thought they were, and that their partnership will end here. The Inquisitor may try to ask Ty’as to stay, but Ty’as will say that the spirits signs are clear, and the Inquisitor’s poor leadership and cruelty are intolerable. They will leave if the Inquisitor does not apologize and pledge to do better, never to be seen again.

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