#codex prompt response

[shivunin]

Late to the party, but here I am for the Codex Prompts! ✨

What about, for Emma...

10. a letter to your OC from a companion they haven’t seen in a while

Maybe late, but I am delighted to have you, as always! There is cake and popcorn and we're going to rewatch the extended edition of Fellowship after this. You haven't missed a thing c:

(and if you still aren't feeling well there is fresh bread and soup and some nice hot tea. I hope you feel better soon!)

(Codex Prompts)

10. A letter to your OC from a companion they haven’t seen in a while (for Emmaera Lavellan)

A letter hand-delivered to the Dalish encampment outside Wycome. 

15 Bloomingtide, 9:44 Dragon

Inquisitor, 

I’ve shooed everyone out of the Viscount’s office for a few moments, so I’ve got to keep this brief. 

I said there was space for you here and now I’ve made sure of it. The manor in Hightown is well stocked with books recommended by Dorian, furnishings chosen by the Ambassador or Hawke, and a small garden that Merrill has agreed to take care of until you make your way here. Say the word and it will be fully staffed within a week. 

Now, I know what you’re thinking. 

I’m not saying that this thing with your clan isn’t going to work out. Of course not. 

What I’m saying is, you have options, so don’t do anything rash like…I don’t know, run off into the forests alone to hunt our old friend yourself. I know it’s been hard, but you’ve got another family here the moment you need it. I have it on good authority that the trip from Wycome to Kirkwall is under a few weeks when the weather is good, and now’s the time for it. 

You don’t have to make a decision right now, Lavellan. If it were me, I would want to know my options. That’s all. Don’t count us out yet. 

Anyway—I don’t have much more to report. Hawke made me the godfather after all, if you can believe it. I’d complain about having to share, but how could I with such fine company as a Prince and a Warden? He’s a cute kid, Inquisitor. You should come down here if you can, even if just to meet him. That invitation is hers, by the way, though I’d be glad to see you either way. 

Take care, Inquisitor. There are people who care about you here. 

Now, I can hear Bran breathing down the keyhole, so I’ll end things here. Let me know as soon as you’re thinking about visiting and I’ll show you the very best of the city. It’s a short list, but a good one. 

As always, I remain

Your friend,

Varric Tethras 

Titles and roles etc. etc. You remember all the ones that matter.

[hyperions-light]

Ooooo A letter from an enemy regarding Rook?

🫡 Thank you for asking!

My Dear Viago,

Greetings from Seleny; the weather is simply gorgeous here in the summers. I do hope you are faring as well in Salle.

I’ve been asked to write to you regarding a matter of discussion amongst some of the Talons. They have recently expressed concern about a certain member of your House, who is known for their unorthodox methods. I believe you know of whom I speak.

The others have found that this agent— while often as efficacious as you say— can be disruptive. They seldom carry out orders as directed. Their technique, while impressive, lacks discipline. Surely, House de Riva does not wish to be represented by such an indecorous individual. I can say for certain that your predecessor would never have allowed it.

We wish to extend our assistance (should it prove necessary) in removing this cowbird from your nest, so to speak. I have heard that the weather in Ventus is beautiful this time of year-- perhaps they might enjoy a sojourn in the Imperium? I can arrange it.

Do let me know if the thought appeals.

Yours Most Sincerely,

Emil Kortez, Fourth Talon

BONUS:

Emil,

It does not.

— Viago de Riva, Fifth Talon

[daughterofhighever-blog]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 ( 𝟓 ) 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄.

1.) Kingdom of Heaven OST - Burning the Past

2.) The Medieval Baebes - The Virgin Queen

3.) Sarah Hester Ross - Savage Daughter

4.) Game of Thrones OST (Ramin Djawadi) - Mhysa

5.) Game of Thrones OST (Ramin Djawadi) - Goodbye Brother

tagged by: @wywardprince (absolutely phenomenal writer and a delightful person)

tagging (dealer's choice for muse on multimuse blogs): @luna-mxth, @quiisquiliae, @kaaras-adaar, @royalbstrd

[bookclubforme]

Fuck all of Xaden’s simp point of views. I would trade my left tit for Liam’s POV when he gets moved into Violet’s squad.

First of all, I’m assuming Xaden had an actual conversation where he asked Liam, but did he actually explain to him it was because Violet was attacked in her sleep? Did Xaden give Liam a run down on Dain being her childhood best friend? That she and Rhi are friends because Violet gave her a boot on parapet?

Because Xaden’s usual level of communication leads me to think that the extent of that conversation was “Liam, I need you to protect Violet, because if she dies I die.” “Sure, anything for you, Xaden.”

I’m just going feral imagining Liam trying to sus things out when Xaden dumps him in the squad.

First of all, Violet and Xaden get into a pissing match about Liam being added to the squad that has people gasping that she’s talking to a wing leader like that.

Then their squad leader is overly concerned about her very visible bruises, drawing attention from everyone around them about it.

And then there’s a wild turn out of nowhere, because while Panchek is setting up for the disciplinary stuff, they start teasing Ridoc about sleeping with the XO for 2nd wing, and with no prompting, Little Ms. Violet Sorrengail goes:

“I miss sex.”

Ma’am, you’re supposed to be the smart one. The commandant has just announced their was a codex violation, and you know that you just told your wing leader who has a vested interest in your safety about a codex violation against you last night, and you get so distracted by your own horniess that you don’t even think that it’s about you when you hear the announcement? Get it together Violet.

That is one of the very first things that Liam ever hears Violet say. The first five minutes that he gets to be around Violet, and see her around her friends and one of the very first things she does is publically admit she’s horny.

Liam is right behind her, and right beside Ridoc. So judging by the fact that Ridoc hears it and responds, Liam ABSOLUTELY heard her.

And Liam doesn’t have any context to know that when Ridoc offers to have sex with Violet, and Violet teases him back with amending her statement to ‘I miss good sex,’ that she isn’t teasing Ridoc because they had sex before! Liam could totally absolutely hear that exchange and think that Violet and Ridoc had a thing.

Liam is standing there, watching Violet have a weird moment with her squad leader, flirt with another one of her squadmates, all while the proceedings for a public execution are starting. That is his first impression of the woman he is now responsible for keeping alive.

And Liam probably also somewhat knows Ridoc and Violet from comments they make in classes. Violet’s smart, Ridoc’s the class clown. But the first impression they both make is “Horny and screwing around the chain of command”

Granted, both Violet and Ridoc get it together and both of them come to the marked one’s defense during the execution proceedings. Ridoc outright calls Nadine out for being biased against the marked one’s.

Just the idea that Liam’s first impression of his new squad mates is “horny, but good people” is so funny to me.

We were absolutely robbed of a scene of the iron squad sitting around talking about all their first impressions and Liam just absolutely teasing them about how horny they came across.

[hightowerqueen]

i got stuck on the "something written by a character from a previous game about Rook" prompt from the rook codex prompts post, so have a "Zevran gathers information on Rook de Riva" letter exchange + a small scene for fun

an unsigned letter, delivered in the dead of night:

I do not know if this will reach you, considering the declining state of the South and the occupation here in Antiva. But this report is too important, I must try anyway.

The Crow from the Fifth Talon's house you asked us to look into, the one who was exiled, is back. She goes by Rook now, and my sources tell me she is responsible for retrieving the Demon of Vyrantium from some sort of Venatori torture facility. I can't quite put together the nature of what they're doing, but it seems foolishly heroic. There is significant tension within House De Riva, according to their staff.

You were right to have us look into her; I think she could be swayed.

the equally unsigned reply, passing from servant hand to servant hand until it reaches its destination:

I read your report.

If I don't die in the fighting, I will make sure to look in on her. Thank you for your devotion, it warms my heart.

I am not surprised the woman who was exiled for freeing captives has a heroic vein running through her. You were right to reach out; if she manages to stop whatever is happening, her elevated position and gentler disposition could be of use to me.

It simply depends on how hard breaking her conditioning will be. She could be the piece we need to bring it all crashing down, at last.

-

The cloaked figure in the corner of Bea's room isn't trying very hard to go unnoticed, which is much more unsettling than if they were.

The Black Shadow, they call him. A gloomy moniker, she thinks, for someone so pretty, as he pulls back his hood and throws a smile made of knives at her.

"I couldn't resist. A Crow, saving the world from certain doom?" he laughs, "It all sounded rather too familiar."

Zevran Arainai.

[eomereadig]

Snippet: The Coldest Nights

Final prompt for @codex-week 2025!

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Commander Cody/Captain Rex

Rating: T

Tags: suggestive themes, huddling for warmth, slight hurt/comfort, Cody takes good care of his men

Full fic now available here

“Rex.” Cody called eventually. He had to put a stop to this. “You’re gonna wear yourself out if you keep pacing a hole in the floor. You’ll be exhausted by the time the storm dies down and we still have to navigate our asses back to camp, you know. We can’t rely on comms being restored and someone coming to extract us before then.”

Rex gave an irritated grunt. He continued pacing. 

“I’ll be fine.”

Cody was reluctant to keep poking when it was clear Rex was already in a foul mood, but he knew he needed to - if only to make sure the other stayed safe. 

“Come here.” He firmed his voice a little and lifted the foil blanket to make his point clear. “Your teeth are chattering.” 

In response, Rex bared those teeth at him. Only, with how much he shook, it lost much of its intended ferocity. The pacing continued, Rex’s boots stomping against the frozen wood with more gusto. He ignored Cody’s command in favour of hissing through his teeth, 

“I can’t believe those fucking ARCs - getting us into this mess! They assured me they’d be on their best fucking behaviour. Who the fuck taught them to have this much fucking audasity?” 

Cody ignored the uncharacteristically colourful language and resisted the urge to say ‘you did.’ 

It had been mostly Five’s and Jesse’s faults, really. But they’d only been trying to help in their own, unhelpful, way. Rex’s anger was perhaps a little harsh, but Cody knew he’d calm down by the time it came to chewing their ears off about it. 

“Rex. Come lay with me.” Cody insisted. “You’re in no position to whip anyone’s ass right now - you can do it when we link up with them in the morning.”

Cody couldn’t help the spike of worry in his chest when he thought about how the rest of the group must have been doing, but he trusted them to take care of themselves in his and Rex’s absence. 

Rex glared at him for a half second before turning his gaze to the wall. It would have been silent if not for the wind howling through the cracks in the shack’s walls. Cody knew the other’s stubbornness was in full force just then and he half-expected Rex to march right out of the shack and forge on through the blizzard out of sheer spite. Getting him to stop and rest in the first place had taken Cody’s full arsenal of negotiation tactics. Thank fuck he’d been paying attention whilst on diplomacy missions with General Kenobi. 

For a moment, Rex looked as if he wanted to bite his head off, but at length only sighed heavily through his nose and stomped over to Cody’s little corner.

Full fic now available here

[silurisanguine]

Rook Codex Writing Prompts Teleri De Riva: 26. A letter to Rook from a family member or close friend 12. Rook’s daily schedule 10. Note found in Rook’s pocket

OOH these are great!!!! (Note there are spoilers in these responses to story beats in the game.) 26 A Letter to Rook from a family member

Teleri I am writing this on the knowledge that you will find your way out of this Fade prison and read this, rolling your eyes at my every word I’ve written down. For once i will happily join you. But perhaps writing this brings you power where ever you are, as the Fade is a strange thing that listens to the thoughts of us, or so the mages of our House tell me. You have a distinct ability to pull yourself out of any situation. It has always confounded and impressed me in equal measure, so if writing this helps you, then i freely give it. It was Lucanis that brought me the news of your predicament. I know you have become close to him and I know you worry what i might think of such an arrangement. If you’d asked me months ago, i think you’d have known my answer. He is a Dellamorte and you a De Riva. But Teia pointed out not long ago of our own uniting of Houses and how that has only strengthened the Crows as a whole. Perhaps the knowledge that our name sake birds do work better as pairs fits us too. So now, if you were to ask me,I would give you my blessing. As your Talon, as a De Riva and your brother in bond. Just don't tell him that when you see him until i am in the vicinity. I want to see his face when you do. Now, Teleri. Survive and get out, that’s an order from your Talon. Viago.

12 - Rook's daily schedule. A page from Rook’s journal, hastily torn out due to a stain of coffee that has spilt over the bottom of the paper -

Another day in this strange sanctuary that I call home. Asked the Caretaker if my room could be changed to something I want, or at least drapes put over the large aquarium walls. It gave a cryptic answer about a strong presence there and nothing’s changed yet. Will try again when I get back from Nevarra. I'm sure the Lighthouse will provide this Professor Volkarin with a room suitable for them, and bets have been placed with everyone on where it will be. I’m thinking to the left of my room, but Harding is sure one of the unreachable floating buildings will suddenly have a portal to it. Speaking of the rest of the gang, Neve is still in Minrathous. I honestly don't know how long she’ll be away and part of me wonders if she will even return, considering her last words to me ~~wer~~~ the ink fades a little from some clear liquid landing on the paper, that’s been swiftly rubbed at. Lucanis is grateful at least for my choice, but what else could I have done? Treviso is my home. But we both feel the pain of the choice. Lucanis feels things deeply I can tell and I try to help where I can, considering the stress he is under. It’s funny, all this time I'd heard in hushed whispers around the Crows of the fabled Demon of Vyrantium being this cold calculated killer and Lucanis is that when in a fight. But out of it, there is this gentle, funny and rich soul that I have become dearly fond of. If Viago finds out, he’s going to kill me. I need to tell Teia first so she can handle damage control, she has a way of getting through to him that I cant. I’d best leave that thought there before it runs away with me and I go and show some initiative again that I might (not) regret. I have work to do, but first I need a new coffee as this one has gone col~~

10 Note found in Rook's pocket. This note is placed on the table in front of her that she finds when she wakes up. There is a single crow feather on top, black and shimmery purple iridescence against the reflected light of the aquarium -

The ink is purple that no one in the Lighthouse admits to owning, and the words are scratched into the paper by a hand not used to holding a quill. But the letters of the words are carefully laid out and legible. Languid LIGHT Fade and water DANCE over your FACE NOT Your place You SLEEP as he does Fitful and RESTLESS But YOUR cage is OPEN You Choose to Leave. We will protect. Below is a geometric set of lines that match the pattern of the tattoo sleeve on Teleri's arm. They are drawn in loving detail.

[kartaylirnaak]

WIP Game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of that word.

Thanks for the tag @hastalavistabyebye! I was given the word BRAID, so behold.

B — from Match 212th ARC A small excerpt from a fic about one of my OCs, Match, who is an ARC in the 212th. This is after he was rescued and is in bacta.

Blue. Hazy blue. The jungle isn’t blue.

Fair warning, the rest is smut.

R — from Codex Week 2024 Fic – Hands Prompt Cody/Rex, Dom Cody, Sub Rex. This is part of a BDSM scene from a fic for Codex Week 2024 that sadly never got finished.

Reaching out, Cody brushed the backs of his fingers across Rex’s cheek, just under his blindfold. The resulting heavy breath and press into his hand was delicious, as Rex chased the first touch he’d been granted.

A — from Kinktober 2024 Day 7 Omegaverse Jesse/Kix, Omega Jesse, Alpha Kix, non-traditional Alpha/Omega dynamics.

And the first thing he does in response is pop a boner and gush everywhere. He wouldn’t be surprised if he’s now sitting in a puddle of his own slick. It’s probably on his kama too. Again.

I — from Tup Dogma Fox Tup/Dogma/Fox, D/s, BDSM, cock cage, small cock size humiliation, impact play. For context, Dogma is in a cock cage and kneeling at Tup's feet with his knees wide apart while Fox inspects him with a riding crop. The first line of dialogue is Fox.

"Is your pathetic little cock trying to harden, Dogma?" He knows he has to answer but when Dogma opens his mouth, the words don't happen, and he's left looking like a particularly vacant fish. The riding crop smacks into his balls.

D — from Kinktober 2024 Day 24 Sensory Deprivation Dogma/Clones, Dogma/501st, Dogma/Torrent Company, Dogma/Kix, free use, bondage, Dogma has A Fantastic Time, furthering my Dom Kix agenda.

Dogma lies on the bunk and feels more come leak out of his ass and slide down his balls.

No Pressure Tags (NPTs) : @grackle-draws @weyrwolfen @elthadriel @rexsterss @aerjnn

@meshurkaan @adhd-coyote (no idea why these tags won't work on the other line, tumblr what are you doing?)

Edit: I've only now realised that I didn't include a word *head in hands*. The word is BRAINCELL, because I clearly don't have it 😂

[the-rebel-archivist]

codex prompts!! 14: A letter from a faction leader to a companion about Rook’s actions

I love writing codex entries so much, thanks for the ask! Some spoilers for Fire and Ice and A Cage for Gods

A Crow's Regards, Sent

Master Dellamorte, I trust that you are as well as can be expected given your recent encounter with Ghilan’nain and her dragons. I am pleased to have lent aid. I take exception to the implication in your last letter that I have not “given Amadis full credit.” I give her as much as she is owed, which is great indeed. Perhaps you mean that I have not made it sufficiently clear to her that I do, which is a separate matter entirely. The management of House de Riva is not within the purview of House Dellamorte and I owe you no explanation for my choices in leadership but I will provide one nonetheless. You are aware that Amadis has no little skill - she showed as much in this recent battle - but I imagine you are also aware that she is impulsive; she thinks more with her heart than her head. While that particular organ lends her the empathy that has made her a fine member of my House, it also allows her passion to cloud her judgement. I wish for her to remain a fine member of my House and will do what I must to ensure she stays that way and does not become a stain on the cobblestones. I trust you will do the same.  Guard her right shoulder when she lunges, she exposes herself unduly. Particularly if you encounter further dragons on your journey. Yours, Viago de Riva, Fifth Talon

Also, because I cannot help myself, a spin off codex nobody asked for. Viago doesn't know how to express overwhelming worry and grief without legal threats

Empty Nest

First Talon, I will require you to expand upon your statement that Amadis has gone missing following the operation on Tearstone Island in person with all expedience. The written word is insufficient. Know that I hold you to account with regard to this situation. In her absence, ownership of the contract for your services falls to me as head of House de Riva. I would consider her retrieval, whatever state you may find her in, to be covered by its terms. Disregard your responsibilities to it at your peril. I am reluctant to involve the negotiators. Yours, Viago de Riva, Fifth Talon

[oopsallmabari]

i took wayyyy too long with this, but it's the last of the codex prompts:

(submitted by @creaking-skull)

5. letters between two of your OC’s companions about them

A couple of letters collected from the headquarters of the City Guard in the Viscount’s Keep in Kirkwall, during an interview of Guard-Captain Aveline Vallen in 9:40 Dragon, conducted by Right Hand of the Divine, Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast. When asked to share the letters, Guard-Captain Vallen parted with them voluntarily, remarking that ‘they do me no good, though I doubt you’ll find anything useful in them’.

Anders, I am sure you know I would not reach out to you like this if I wasn’t asking you something important. How are things at your clinic? Our guards continue to post watch in Darktown, though most of their focus has been on keeping the usual brigands and highwaymen under control. No matter our personal disagreements, the people of Darktown speak highly of you and your work. If there are any disturbances near the clinic, I will gladly send my men to intervene. I understand you were with Levi when he found Leandra. I’ve tried to pay my respects at the estate, but haven’t received a response. As much as he might like me to, I will never forget fleeing the Blight with him—we lost so much, so quickly. That family has been through more suffering than most can bear. I am sorry for his loss. I hope he realizes it. I know you two are close. I know you’re well aware of the tensions at the Gallows, which is why I come to you. I cannot manage it on my own: things at the Keep are in chaos enough with the Viscount dead and Meredith hovering. If you want a real way to help your people, tell Hawke to meet with me—help me set Kirkwall on the right path. If there’s anyone they’ll listen to, it’s the Champion. —Guard-Captain Aveline Vallen -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Captain Vallen, No need to waste time pretending with pleasantries. I have no need for your offers of protection: my patients are nearly as wary of your Guard than they are of the templars skulking the docks. It is more than enough to know that as of yet, no one has come to break down my door. I will see to it that it stays that way. If you really wanted Hawke’s assistance in the matter, there’s a far easier way to get it than trying to beg me like some dog with your tail between your legs. But I suspect I know why you haven’t gone to Levi, and I’ll gladly confirm: no, he doesn’t want to speak with you, nor does he want to speak with most anyone in this blasted city right now. He is still grieving. At least give him the peace to do that before you start parading him around for your own ends. —A.

Subsequently added notes in the margins of the second letter:

This aligns with Varric Tethras’ impression of the Champion as ‘prone to fits of pique’ in the years leading up to the rebellion, and suggests he was hiding the extent of his relationship with Anders from you. If that’s the case, they will have gone even deeper into hiding. I still think it would be preferable to focus on leads for Surana’s whereabouts. —L. No. It has to be him: what happened in Kirkwall is the key to anything we do next. You must find him. We are simply missing something. —C. P.

[angel-graces-world-of-chaos]

Oops?

AN: Just a short lil thing this time. Saw a prompt and was like: omg this is so Lillian. Hope you enjoy! Angel xxx

taglist: @thelov3lybookworm @imagines--galore

“Becca Wiles!”

“Such a pity she died. She had so much potential.” Lillian heard the whispering of her fellow leadership. “Do they still not know what happened?” Someone else murmured as the death roll continued to be read.

Bodhi leaned over to the Section Leader. “Any idea what happened?” Lillian shrugged, her eyes turned straight ahead, and face set in an expressionless mask. “The Gods work in mysterious ways.” She glanced at him, before turning her attention back to the commander.

Bodhi’s brows furrowed, “She fell down the stairs and broke her neck.” 

“Oh, no, that was me.” Lillian shrugged again, “Stupid bitch was getting on my nerves.” 

“Lillian!” He hissed, glaring at her.

“What?” Came the snapped response.

“She was one of Flame Section’s best fighters!”

“And you’ve got plenty more. Believe me, she had it coming.”

Bodhi rolled his eyes, glaring sharply at the girl next to him, before straightening back into position. He couldn’t believe what she’d just confessed. Though the Rider’s Codex did not ban killing, it was typically frowned upon when leadership took action against cadets who showed high amounts of potential.

Lillian sighed as the death roll was finally finished and they were dismissed for classes. She needed to attend the leadership meeting soon, but loathed the idea of having to go on her own. Ever since the first RSC session, she’d been a lot jumpier, ready to attack at the slightest movement.

If you liked this, please check out my other Bodhi Durran x OC fics here (I told you so, I was bored, Measurement help). I'll get around to making a masterlist at some point hehe

[shivunin]

Codex prompts, 11 or 13, for any of your Lavellans?

Thank you so much for the prompt! c: For something written about your OC in the two years between defeating Corypheus and the beginning of Trespasser: (1196 words, no warnings)

A letter of fine (if worn) parchment. It is sealed with emerald wax, a sparrow in flight pressed into the wax. 

My dearest Vernin, 

I can only hope that this missive finds you well and beyond the worst effects of that dreadful summer ague. It is a troublesome thing indeed when one cannot find prolonged rest from one’s duties, but I trust your retainer has had better luck than you at keeping out your rather formidable relatives. Good chap, Reginald, and all the more intimidating with every year that passes. You can tell him I said so—I think it would amuse him.

Now, as for myself—I must relate to you a most curious interaction I had this past week while journeying through the southern part of the empire. It is my hope that this strange incident will offer you some entertainment, as I have had difficulty thinking of anything else in the days since.

As I related when last we spoke, I have been journeying to my so-called sister in law’s family holdings in the Emerald Graves. There are many odd trinkets and curios which she had grieved most incessantly after the family was forced to flee to Val Royeaux. After weeks of hearing about it, I was happy enough to offer to retrieve them myself—empty manors being far better company than the woman in question. 

It was on the last leg of the journey, traveling through the Graves at last, when I heard the oddest sort of scratching sound off to the side of the main road. It did not sound like the many crows I’d passed that day, nor like the occasional august rams rooting about in the dirt. No, this sound rather reminded me of you, my dear, when you are most caught up in the fervor of your art. Of course, I had to step off the road and seek the source of the sound. I am far too curious a creature to do otherwise, as you well know. 

I am very glad that I did look, for on the other side of the rise I found an elven woman, hair wound about her head in an intricate helmet of braids. She was crouched before an odd sort of cairn and was taking a charcoal rubbing of the writing on the face of it. I do not know that she saw me before I spoke, but when I did she stood and reached for a staff half-fallen into the thick brush beside her. 

Well, I wished the lady (and I could see that she must somehow be a lady, for her cloak was as thick and fine as any of yours) a good morrow, asked her if I might inquire what she was about, all that sort of thing. All the while, she watched me with eyes of an uncanny green. I could swear, Vernin, that an uncanny light flickered behind them. It called to mind that most dreadful rift in the sky last year, and for a moment my usual ease with strangers nearly sputtered out entirely. 

“Thank you for asking,” she told me when I faltered, the picture of politeness. “I am making a survey of the area. There are grave markers like this all over the wood, you see, and I want to make sure they’re recorded somewhere in case some other conflict comes through and destroys them.” 

She went on to explain that she had made something of a study on the empire her people had built there, with a particular focus on the ruins scattered about the place. It is strange—I have gone to visit my brother more than once and I have never once wondered about the place beyond a passing idle curiosity. I’d intended only to see what she was about and be on my way, but I found myself offering her some of my own trail rations so I might go on listening to her talk about it. The lady accepted them graciously and offered some sort of tea in turn, a smoky-tart sort of thing I think you might have enjoyed. 

Now, I know what you are thinking, my darling Nin. “This story sounds rather like every other journey we’ve taken,” you might say, with a lovely smile tucked into the corner of your serious mouth. Ah, I suppose you might be right. It was not so very different from other meetings I have had on the road, after all. The difference here—aside from the lady’s near-encyclopedic knowledge of elven history in the region—is how our little repast ended. 

I was already shaking her hand and asking where I might find more comprehensive reading on the subject when a rather intimidating soldier woman stomped out from behind a nearby copse of trees. I suppose I might have thought the two of us in danger—her expression was grim as a funeral—except the lady turned with a smile and greeted the woman with a comfortable familiarity. We said our goodbyes then, and I might have never marked the entire incident as more than an interesting diversion from the course, if it hadn’t been for the name the soldier called her as they walked away. 

“Inquisitor,” she said. The Inquisitor.

 I am quite certain it really was her, too—her face had some otherworldly quality to it, as if she truly had been touched by the Bride herself. I have met the Inquisitor face to face, and even shaken her hand! Well, it is a great deal more than my brother has managed, no matter which strings he tries to pull in the court. I had quite the private chuckle over the entire affair, I can assure you of that! 

Of the rest of my journey, I fear I shall have to write in greater detail when I reach the next town. The light grows dim and I have already spent my last candle reading a volume on the history of the Emerald Knights.  

Do take care of yourself, my darling. I hope to pass your way again soon. 

Yours, 

Albertine D—

The signature at the bottom of the letter is faintly smudged along the surname. A postscript follows, written in slightly lighter ink:

The Inquisitor did say something you might find interesting. Well—I found it interesting, I suppose I ought to say. 

She said, “Each of these names had meaning beyond what we will ever hope to know. They are part of a story we may never find the beginning of, the ending of which will stretch far beyond our small lives. I am only a steward of the time in which they lived, and I will record all I can before I, too, am only a name etched in stone.” Or something like that—forgive me for paraphrasing.

I thought it a bit odd in the moment, if somewhat moving. Since then, I have been thinking—about your brother, dear Nin. I know you yet mourn him, and that his body has yet to be recovered from the Plains. I do not suppose that I’ve more to say here, only that—well. I thought you might want to hear those words, too. 

All my love, always—

A

[queenmuzz]

Zea Ingellvar’s Codex

Based off this prompt. I will attempt to put one out each day.

2. An entry from Rook’s journal

So, I just witnessed my first Cremation.  Lucanis invited me to Treviso, said I might be able to help with those grieving in Treviso after the dragon attack.  At first, I thought he was upset that I hadn’t come in time to drive that dragon away before people got killed, wanted me to witness what happened because I was slow but I came to realize he wanted me there, that he was grateful.

The Chantry Sisters nearly had a collective conniption when they got wind that a ‘Mortalitasi’ was attending and was performing the Rites of the Dead.  They seemed to think my great hammer was some sort of mage staff, and I was about to raise a legion of undead.  Thankfully, Lucanis and Viago interceded on my behalf, the former trying to vouch that I was there as a friend (huh… ‘friend’  that’s a weird feeling) and the latter sternly telling the Sisters that if any of them had an issue with the ‘Saviour of Treviso’ (not sure why I have that title, so many people are dead due to my actions at the ritual site) that they could take it up with him.  And since even the most devout of them decided to not anger the Fifth Talon, they reluctantly allowed me to attend.

I think I now understand why the world outside Nevarra prefers cremation.  I thought I would be repulsed by it, but it was comforting to those attending.  That no matter your station in your life, King or Beggar, Child or Elder, Saint or Condemned, your final fate is to become ash, the same substance as Andraste herself.  No worrying if you’ve gilded your grandfather’s corpse in enough gold, or if you die in poverty, your corpse will be shoved into a nameless crypt.

Still, it was a sober affair.  I could see them, so many souls of the dead comforting loved ones before drifting off.  I saw a child trying to give his grieving mother a final hug, not understanding why she could not see him.  I was so tempted to let him possess me, just for a brief moment, to let him say goodbye to her, to give the mother some comfort, but I had to resist.  Even in Nevarra, possession of the living is beyond the pale, let alone outside.  So all I could do was smile and wave at the boy, and usher him along with the others.

I can’t imagine what Minrathous is like right now.  All this death in Treviso that I could not prevent, multiply that a thousandfold. The Viper, one of the few leaders able to do something to combat the Venatori is now blighted.  No wonder Neve wants nothing to do to me.  She says she doesn’t hold me responsible, but if she doesn’t, who will?   I’m even sure Lucanis judges me, but says nothing because he feels like he ‘owes’ me for the Ossuary rescue. 

On the bright side, I’ve gotten some good news.  Bellara has gotten in contact with one of her long distance correspondents, Professor Emmrich Volkarin of the Mourn Watch.  Better yet, I’ve received word from Myrna that while my banishment is still ‘official’, I have been permitted to return to the Necropolis on a temporary basis, due to, as the Council states: “External Circumstances”.  

I get to go home.

Sort of.

I’ll take what I can get.  My main issue right now is that I fear the Professor will be turned off that a failure like me is leading this group.  Bellara is adamant that he’s one of the most polite men she’s ever written to, but there’s no way a man of his rank wouldn’t look down upon the infamous ‘Crypt Desecrater’.  I’ll let her do the talking, and hopefully she can convince him to help us.

[lindira]

#28 for rook codex!

Yay! Thank you!

(Rook Codex Writing Prompts)

28. Propaganda for or against Rook

(Printed on a yellow-colored leaflet, copies of which have been found throughout Minrathous...)

Beware The Lies of Rook

The enemies of Tevinter have struck a mighty blow against Minrathous, as a dragon has torn apart the city and spread blight amongst our people! Families have lost their homes! Children are sick and dying from blight!

We Tevene will not stand for this terror. And we will bring to justice the person responsible for this heinous destruction.

The Rook.

Whispers of this shadowy figure have been heard throughout Minrathous, but which should you believe? The obvious insanity that we are being attacked by ancient elven gods? The blatant lies that Tevinter's own Old Gods laid waste to our great city? No. These are but falsehoods spread by the Rook herself to promote anti-Tevinter sentiment and sow fear of her own sinister elven cult of followers! There can be no doubt that the Rook and her followers released this dragon themselves to bring chaos and discord to our beautiful city.

Fellow Tevene, in these times of uncertainty and strife, we must look to each other for support and trust. Only united in the power of true Tevinter citizens can we uplift our great nation to its former glory and beat back those who would threaten our way of life!

Join the Venatori! For the safety of your families! For the glory of Mighty Tevinter!

[blackjackkent]

OC Codex Prompts: 3, 8 and 17 for Hector? c:

(OC Codex Prompts) for Hector Carlisle!

3. a report written by your OC’s teacher or mentor

Notes from the diary of Enric of Trielta, Silverlight Monastery, 1449 DR Gavin Carlisle's boy turns ten this week. I must confess, Moonmaiden forgive me, that I resented the responsibility of caring for the child when Gavin abandoned him on our doorstep, and certainly did not expect that, ten years on, I might take such pride to see his progress. Let this be yet another proof that no emotion need be given more credence than it warrants. Hector is, as always, an attentive student, calm and polite; he takes our guidance to heart regarding self-control and the introspection which worship of our Lady requires. He does begin to show a certain restlessness, as is perhaps to be expected at his age, when he has grown up with only a single set of four walls. In light of this, I think it best that we begin to expand his activities despite his youth. He has expressed interest in exploring the library and has been deeply excited during his chaperoned visits to pick out books; I believe that training as a scribe would serve his curiosity well - and the monastery, as well, for Brother Kendrick grows very old indeed and his sight is beginning to fail. Best he take an apprentice at once while the Moonmaiden's light still shines on him. Should he wish it, I will also recommend that he be allowed to join Brother Ventiss occasionally on his trips to the city market for supplies. While I would not generally wish Ventiss's company on anyone, I believe Hector would do well to experience a taste of the city air on occasion, that he may compare it with our own rarefied atmosphere and draw his own conclusions, whatever they might be.

8. your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries

"He'll be fine," Shadowheart mutters. "You're sure?" Karlach shifts her weight restlessly from foot to foot. "Sorry. Fuck. I know you've got so much other shit on your mind, but I just-- you're sure, yeah? That bone motherfucker cut him up real bad..." Shadowheart lets out a long slow breath and, with visible effort, wrestles herself out of the swirl of dark thoughts consuming her. "Hector will be fine," she says more firmly. "Not that it wasn't touch and go there for a minute. Myrkul's attacks..." A pause. Gods, she's tired; the words come slowly, reluctantly. "It's called bone chill. A necromantic effect. It prevents healing by magical means, and it takes time to wear off." "Ah. Right. Okay." Karlach looks relieved. "Yeah - I felt that too, I think, when I got up too close. And when something makes this old girl feel cold--" she thumps at the glowing metal under her breastbone with one fist "--you know it's serious." She manages a slight, rueful smile. "You've seen it before, then?" Shadowheart hesitates. "It's... not unheard of as a tool among Sharran agents," she finally says carefully. Karlach squints at her thoughtfully. "Right," she says. "So he'll be fine?" Shadowheart can't help it - she smiles, very slightly. It's something; she'd been starting to feel like she was never going to be able to smile again. "Yes," she repeats gently. "He'll be fine, Karlach. I promise. His back will scar pretty badly, I suspect, since I couldn't heal him at once, but that's the worst of it." Karlach grins, her indomitable good humor reasserting itself at once. "Ah, well. Not so bad then," she says. "Thank the gods." "Some of them, at least," Shadowheart murmurs.

17. a description of your OC’s family by a future historian

The identity of Hector Carlisle's mother is still something of a mystery. His father, Gavin - a monk at the Silverlight Monastery northwest of Baldur's Gate - provided no information on her when he left his infant son on the monastery's doorstep in early 1439 DR and vanished into the night. The note attached to the basket holding the boy read simply, "I leave you the fruits of the peak of my folly. - G Carlisle" An unwanted fifth son of minor nobility in Baldur's Gate, Gavin Carlisle was summarily dispatched to a monastic life at the age of eighteen and never took to it particularly well. Records of his time at the monastery are fraught with reports of sneaking out, carousing, arrests in the city, and general debauchery; it is clear that the disciplinary practices of the monks had little effect on his tendency towards hedonism. Given the relatively wide casting of Gavin's proverbial net, it is impossible to make a precise assertion as to the identity of the mother of his child who would one day go on to save the city. The most pervasive theory, however, gives the role to Florence Beaumont, daughter of a milliner in the Lower City. No records exist that specifically connect Florence and Gavin romantically, but there is record of Florence dying of a nebulous "fever of the lungs" around the time of Hector's birth. She is also recorded in her father's diary as having striking bright blue-grey eyes, a feature which is also mentioned repeatedly among contemporaneous accounts of Hector's activities. Hector himself never expressed particular interest in learning of his family history. In his own eyes, the monks of the monastery - and, later, the adventuring party he became more directly associated with - were his true family.

[inquisimer]

Happy dadwc! <3 Nika - something written by your OC in response to an honor they’re being awarded

happy dadwc friday bb and ty for the prompt! A short and sweet one - I kept fiddling with it, but it doesn't need anything else :3

for @dadrunkwriting

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Codex Entry: A Farewell From The Hero of Ferelden

The words are blunt and irregular, as though carved in secret with an ill-suited blade. A few drops of blood are smeared alongside the carving and on the pile of chipped pieces beneath it.

SOD IT ALL

-Found scratched into a bench at the palace of Denerim, following the coronation of Queen Anora