a couple fairly spoiler-free notes, in no particular order, on neve gallus in her short story, the streets of minrathous, in tevinter nights
the story is by brianne battye, who wrote cullen for dai. we don’t have confirmation yet on who wrote neve for veilguard, but battye isn’t spoken for. lucanis’ writer didn’t write his tevinter nights story, but emmrich’s writer did write the one emmrich appears in. could go either way
it’s written in first-person, and there’s a lot of neve’s apparent sharp, no-nonsense personality in the blunt, fast-paced writing style. she’s got a fair few sarcastic retorts in the classic way of a private eye, but she’s also capable of holding them back when the situation calls for it. she’s a very archetypical detective in a lot of ways, working on her own, answering to no-one, and relying on street contacts for information
neve’s narration briefly refers to the herald as “the “glorious” inquisitor”, with those quotation marks on glorious. while she’s clearly opposed to the venatori and all they stand for, she might not exactly see the inquisition and our previous hero with rose-tinted glasses
she can summon mist for stealth purposes. she can’t truly stop serious bleeding from a deadly injury, but she can numb pain from it and later manages a smaller one of her own: “i’m not a healer, but i can patch up a wound well enough. i slowed the blood flow, tore off the sleeve of my blouse, and wrapped the wound as best i could.” she can hold people in place with air or pin them with ice. she can create ice crystals in the air and throw them. she can slow the air around someone as they move to throw off their momentum. she can blast someone off their feet with a gust of wind. she can use a frost slick to topple people. she’s not bad in a straight up fistfight
a rich man is not the usual crowd she takes jobs from, and she lives in a very different part of town to his manor, instead renting a room from a “third-rate bookseller”. at a house belonging to an ancient mage lineage, she says, “my family has more templars than mages. i’m sure that says a lot about me. the point is, i’m not from an old family and i felt as at home in [a wealthy mage’s house] as jahvis looked.”
neve finds tevinter’s templars, who in the story mostly fulfil the role of a police force, a “usual annoyance” in her life. she used to take jobs assisting them, but avoids it now she can get other work on her own, even though the templars pay better. she says that this is not because they have too many rules for her, though she does repeatedly express irritation at those, but because there are some templars who really do want to “try”, yet “too many times out of ten, it’s the wrong coin in the right hands that makes [them] stop”
she wants to go home and sleep for basically the entire story, but she repeatedly ignores it because far more than that, she wants to finish anything she starts and find closure to a mystery, even if she’s no longer being employed by anyone and she’s being actively told to keep out of it from now on. she goes out of her way for no reward to bring that closure, as much as she can find, to the person who is no longer employing her
fried fish from a specific market stall—“salty, piping hot, and perfect as always”—is a very regular favourite of hers, with the gruff stall owner convinced she’d starve otherwise. she seems somewhat more distressed by losing her fish dinner than when she witnessed a murder
her prosthetic leg is especially survivable because it’s dwarven crafted
I'm the kind of fan girl who's been loving Cullen since DAO...It's soooooo good to have a chance to romance him DAI!
My Inky is a jumpy happy little mage from house Trevelyan, who couldn't help herself falling love with her ex-templar commander. Despite their different opinions on work, Maggie and Cullen seek emotional support from each other...Things work out for them
Episode 2 of The Tithes is live on Warhammer TV. This one is a bit darker. The White Templar Captain Malachite is 😍. We get to see Custodes and they don’t play. Nor do they take shit from Space Marines.
Inspired by “Army Dreamers” by Kate Bush // Best viewed in dark mode
Shay was scared to admit that he had fallen for Liam’s younger sister, he planned to take his secret to the grave and he succeeded for while until he found you years later, this time, possibly on the opposite sides.
Paring ➳ Shay Cormac x Liam’s Sister!Reader
Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader/Assassin Reader, typical Assassin's Creed violence, blood, assassinations, sexual content, death, murder, other tags to be added...
Dorian telling Cullen "for a templar you think like a blood mage" after just meeting him and I wish Cullen had SOME sort of reaction because I was like
In the Shattering of Things Chapter 35: In Your Heart Shall Burn
I've written as far as the Elder One in my DA:I longfic In the Shattering of Things featuring Rose Trevelyan x Cullen and Rose Trevelyan x Garrett Hawke.
Chapter 35: In Your Heart Shall Burn
Summary: Rose and her companions push out into Haven to distract the enemy long enough for Cullen's soldiers to aim and launch the trebuchet. The enemy is thick within Haven's walls and her party can barely hold against them. When Rose breaks away to draw attention from her friends and the trebuchet the Elder One himself comes for her.
Illustration by me!
Excerpt below:
Impulse fails me again. I break away to the right to distract the horde, hoping I’m quick enough.
“It’s the Herald!” I hear as I streak past the enemy. “Catch her!” I’m fast, but if my crew saw me leave they haven’t caught up with me yet. But I have the attention of the templars, the word ‘Herald’ rippling across the enemy forces as turned heads and turned weapons. I’m knocked roughly to the ground from behind and then jerked onto my back, grasped by a fistful of my armor. Another abomination of corruption has me pinned, a furious, shrieking growl breaking over me like a lament. What is left of the templar who’d become this stares down at me with glittering vermilion eyes, spires of red lyrium jutting from its pale flesh, growing from masses of scar tissue around it. I clench my teeth together, but whimpers of disgust and fear escape me as it holds me effortlessly against the wet snow. There’s nowhere to recoil to.
“Rose!” I can hear their distant, searching cries, but they’re too distant. I’d gone too far. But I have the enemy’s attention, and the trebuchet can turn. The creature over me glances up in response to the panicked calls of my companions, its movements jerking with impossible speed and then its attention returns to me. It reaches it up behind its withered head inside a templar helmet, snaps a pointed shard of lyrium and sinks it deep into my left shoulder.
The dissonant song of the substance floods my mind with its power immediately, like a ringing in my ears but more piercing, more disorienting. The fire of corruption spreads from the wound, or perhaps it’s just pain. I’ve never been stabbed before. Not like this. The lyrium sears me from within and immobilizes me even after the creature slumps away, snapping the crystal in my shoulder when a bolt pierces its skull. I don’t believe it’s pierced through into the ground, but I can only muster movement in my forearm and hand.
“Andraste’s tits, Rose! What–” Varric’s voice follows the bolt but it’s soon drowned out by the guttural roar of the dragon which sweeps low over us. I turn my head enough to see Varric and Solas attempting an approach, but the templars are overwhelming in number, forcing them back from me. The dragon circles above and dives, demolishing the inner fortification with a sweep of its great claw, blocking the path to the southern Trebuchet. I have to get up, I have to get free.
But the dragon steps toward me with an enormous man– no– creature– atop it and the enemy parts around me to make way. I roll up onto my good elbow and watch my fate arrive, here to deliver me to death or possibly something more atrocious.
I’ve felt evil like this before. From my earliest age. The indiscriminate destruction of innocence. And here it rides in on a dragon.
Chapter 28 of from the lowest slaves to the highest kings is up!
Most commonly I'll be posting on Sundays or Mondays, I think.
It's a slow-burn fic spanning 10+ years, from 2 years before the start of Dragon Age: Origins to post-Inquisition / post- Trespasser.
Depending on when it comes out and what the story wants to do, it might even get into Dread Wolf... BUT WHO CAN SAY
I hope you enjoy! :D
as much as i hate Cullen in dragoned age, i did try out his romance one time to see what all the fuss is about and i get it. it's a very cute romance. if it were anyone else, like a new character and not Cullen, i'd probably do the romance again. but the fact that it's him enrages me to no end.
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