#hyperions light

[lottiesnotebook]

Hi! Rheyah Adaar, DATV, and 2 for your new ask game, if you want!

Thank you for playing my Protagonist Swap Game with me! Rheyah Adaar is of course my darling Inquisitor (and Kirkwall Enclave Baby turned Tal Vashoth), but if we transplant her Kith to northern Thedas, perhaps to the coast of Rivain...

2. Friendship - Who is their closest friend among the companions of the game they are now in?

I feel like Rheyah would be friends with pretty much everyone, but I think a friendship between her and Taash would be really interesting and good for both of them, especially if they grew up in the same community of Rivaini Vashoth. Rheyah would be 10-13 years older than Taash, but she has lots of younger siblings who would have been about the same age, so it isn't inconceivable that they would know each other and that she would be a surrogate big sister figure to Taash along with the rest of their family.

I think it would be really interesting for Taash to have contacts/connections within the Qunari/Vashoth community beyond their mother, and they would also have a lot to talk about with regards to gender identity, as they are both different 'flavours' of non-binary, but have taken it in very different directions in terms of their relationship with their families and the Qun.

On the other end of things, Rheyah’s arc in Inquisition is defined so much by her youth (she's only 20!) and her being the only Tal Vashoth in the Inquisition (at least until Bull's defection), so it's really fun to imagine a world where she's one of the Party Adults and acting as a mentor to a younger Vashoth - she would probably be a lot happier for it, and take very different lessons from the adventure.

[fatedmuses]

Hi ! 5 or 18 for the Rook story time prompts, if you want!

5. Rook being seriously ill. (she's probably like 14ish in this? slightly older than the last one of these I did lol)

Carolina was shivering. Which would be fine, except it was the middle of the Antivan summer. She pushed herself as well as she could through training with the other fledglings, taking hits she wouldn't have if she'd been in her right state of mind.

She hoped whatever Viago had planned for the rest of the day, it wouldn't be more fighting. Everything was spinning around her by the time she dragged herself to the room he'd claimed as his workshop.

He took one look at her and frowned. "You look like shit."

"Thanks, Viago," she grumbled, leaning against his workbench, were all the things he used to make his poisons were sorted and placed in very precise order. "What are we doing?"

"Drink this."

Carolina opened her mouth obediently for whatever he wanted to poison her with this time. Whatever, she already felt like shit. Whatever he was giving her couldn't possibly make it worse.

Several hours later she woke, blinking blearily. The candles were lit around the room, and she'd somehow wound up on the bed in the corner.

Rubbing at her eyes, she swung her legs over the bed, making her way over to the bench where Viago was scribbling something on a piece of parchment. "What did you give me?"

Viago grabbed a different piece of parchment, glancing at her. "Something I've been working on. Meant to knock out instead of kill. How do you feel?"

"...fine?" Her bones still ached and she was still shivering, but at least the world had stopped spinning. "Less spinny?"

Viago rolled his eyes. "That was from resting, not an after effect of the poison."

"You'll have to try a different day then, that's the best I got."

"Noted," Viago said, although he still scribbled something down, before shoving a book in her hands. "Read that."

"What is it?"

"A book about herbalism and poisons. You'll have to learn how to make your own sometime."

"Why, when I have you?"

Viago paused, glancing over at her, something unreadable on his face. "You can't count on anyone else, Carolina."

That was his favorite thing to remind her of. She just rolled her eyes, taking the book. At the very least, she could pretend she didn't know he was going easy on her, right now. If she brought attention to it, he'd probably make her run until she threw up or something stupid like that.

Although he was never one to do things in that vein. Viago was all about efficiency. Killing your fledglings wasn't exactly efficient.

"I'll try not to fall asleep while reading."

"Good. You snore. It's annoying."

"Unfortunately, I can't control that."

[chromatic-lamina]

🎈💥🎀

They're so bright and pretty! Hello, lovely giraffe 🦒

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

Okay, I'll double-barrel here: I think that if you ever came across anything anon that I might have written, you'd pretty quickly know it was me, or have an inkling, because I don't do much to hide my style. Most I write past tense, but there are a few present tense stories among those I've uploaded, and that's always a different way of reading and writing. Gotta stay on your toes, and really keep your tenses all lined up with present tense. Bepo's got his own particular voice (he writes fanfiction), and I've written drabbles in first person before (can't remember whose 1st person though!). Writing Doffy is always a ball of fun, and very different from writing Law, etc. I like the News Coo reports in Overlooked and Underpaid (Chopper and Bepo strike for higher bounties), and I also used both a news report chapter, and an autopsy report in A few drops of holy cuckold (very dark fic, so no link), so it was fun to get the right tone. I've got a few outsider perspectives too, and the outsider is say a marine in G5, in Punk Hazrd, or the reporter in Cuckold, and I think I write them well enough to keep the attention on the canon characters without them seeming to be random narrative devices. I think I can be brutal, sweet, funny, etc. but I don't know that that involves a change in writing style. I hope that it changes to match the premise and people, and that I occasionally shake myself up (had a poem that somehow did okay in terms of interaction! That one was a total surprise).

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

Aw, this is kinda unfair, cos I just uploaded the other day. However, it is an excerpt from a longer piece, and has Law, Aokiji, and Bleat the goat (Sengoku's goat) all going for a bicycle ride along an Aokiji-frozen river, so I don't think it's gonna have the readers charging in with their kudos and hits! So, here it is: Riding Along on my Pushbike, Honey (You Look so Pretty) 79 hits, 5 kudos, 1 bookmark 🐐 🚲 🐯

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

I get the job done.

I like reading what I've written when I have the final, final, final (to infinity) draft.

Thank you for the ask!

I've answered ✨ 💫 📡 , 🤲 , 🌈 , ☯️ , 🎈💥 🎀 The ask is here if anyone else wants to ask!

[kanamedaite]

Short comic about The Vault with some wolchefant flavor

[andr0nap-02]

soulframe werewalker form shenanigans with @ser-i-vant

[virginiaoflykos]

What to read after Light Bringer? (Series similar to Red Rising)

August 2023 update!

Red Rising is my favorite series of all time, and since I first read it, I have sought series and books similar in both spirit and execution. Some of these recs are books I haven’t read personally, but have often come up in discussions with other users!

1. The Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson

Status: ongoing, expected 10 books in total, 4/10 out at the moment

Book 1: The Way of Kings. The Way of Kings takes place on the world of Roshar, where war is constantly being waged on the Shattered Plains, and the Highprinces of Alethkar fight to avenge a king that died many moons ago.

2. The Craft Sequence by Max Gladstone

Status: finished, 6/6 books out.

Book 1 (in publication order): Three Parts Dead. Comprised of 6 standalone books set in the same universe, the Craft Sequence tells the tales of the city of Alt Coulumb. The city came out of the God Wars with one of its gods intact, Kos the Everburning. In return for the worship of his people, Kos provides heat and steam power to the citizens of Alt Coulumb; he is also the hub of a vast network of power relationships with other gods and god-like beings across the planet. Oh, and he has just died. If he isn’t revived in some form by the turn of the new moon, the city will descend into chaos and the finances of the globe will take a severe hit.

3. Hierarchy by James Islington

Status: ongoing, 1/3 planned books out

Book 1: The Will of the many. The Will of the Many tells the story of Vis, a young orphan who is adopted by one of the sociopolitical elites of the Hierarchy. Vis is tasked with entering a prestigious magical academy with one goal – ascend the ranks, figure out what the other major branches of the government are doing, and report back. However, that isn’t quite as easy as Vis or anyone else thought it was going to be…

4. Suneater by Christopher Ruocchio

Status: ongoing, 5/7 books out

Book 1: Empire of Silence. Hadrian is a man doomed to universal infamy after ordering the destruction of a sun to commit an unforgivable act of genocide. Told as a chronicle written by an older Hadrian, Empire of Silence details his earlier adventures and serves as an introduction to the characters and the setting.

5. Dune by Frank Herbert

Status: completed, 6/6 books out

Book 1: Dune. Set in the distant future amidst a feudal interstellar society in which various noble houses control planetary fiefs. It tells the story of young Paul Atreides, whose family accepts the stewardship of the planet Arrakis. While the planet is an inhospitable and sparsely populated desert wasteland, it is the only source of melange, or "spice", a drug that extends life and enhances mental abilities.

6. The Expanse by James S A Corey

Status: completed, 9/9 books out

Book 1: Leviathan wakes. Set hundreds of years in the future, after mankind has colonized the solar system. A hardened detective and a rogue ship's captain come together for what starts as a missing young woman and evolves into a race across the solar system to expose the greatest conspiracy in human history.

7. The First Law by Joe Abercrombie

Status: completed. 3 books in the original trilogy + 3 standalone books + 3 books in the newest trilogy

Book 1: The Blade Itself. The story follows the fortunes and misfortunes of bad people who do the right thing, good people who do the wrong thing, stupid people who do the stupid thing and, well, pretty much any combination of the above. Survival is no mean feat, and at the end of the day, dumb luck might be more of an asset than any amount of planning, skill, or noble intention.

8. Cradle by Will Wight

Status: completed, 12/12 books out

Book 1: Unsouled. Lindon is Unsouled, forbidden to learn the sacred arts of his clan. When faced with a looming fate he cannot ignore, he must rise beyond anything he's ever known...and forge his own Path

9. Hyperion Cantos by Dan Simmons (one PB’s favorites)

Status: completed, 4/4 books out

Book 1: Hyperion. The story weaves the interlocking tales of a diverse group of travelers sent on a pilgrimage to the Time Tombs on Hyperion. The travelers have been sent by the Church of the Final Atonement, alternately known as the Shrike Church, and the Hegemony (the government of the human star systems) to make a request of the Shrike. As they progress in their journey, each of the pilgrims tells their tale.

[cherchezlafatfemme]

Mathilde Ingellvar of the Mourn Watch

[himbopunk]

9 or 20 for the Rook story time asks!

original ask prompts

ended up going with 9 for this one and drawing a lil smth for it cuz it gives me an excuse to talk about iktom's divorce

9. Rook saying goodbye to a friend.

gytha was, in addition to being his wife, iktom's closest and only (accessible) friend, so her leaving permanently was really hard for him, even if he knew it wasn't good for them to stay together. and it's kind of rough because it's not sharp or immediate, it's something they realize slowly, that they talk about a dozen times, that they agree on. i think sometimes he wonders if it'd been better if it was this big explosive thing or if they resented each other the way other divorced couples he sees seem to, but he's kind of glad that it isn't that.

(she lives further south in the anderfels, closer to kal-sharok where her family is from. iktom's dad lives with her as the only way to make this man retire was to physically remove him from the mountains. lmao. iktom writes them both and checks in from time to time if he gets the chance. harding and varric prolly have met them.)

[veilguardiumleviosa]

Hi! 8 or 17 for the Rook story time prompts?

First of all I owe you my life your prompts are DELIGHTFUL! Second of all I hope you enjoy! I'm sorry these take so long but am so grateful for you taking the time to send some in!! I had so much fun writing <3

8. A time Rook argued with someone they cared about Echo de Riva (because I'm on a tear about Viago and Rook's relationship right now)

“You will not continue your training–you will not be a Crow.” 

Viago’s words struck Echo as truly as a physical blow. She flinched, staggered back a step. Her skin burned where it pulled taut over fresh, still healing wounds. 

“What?” She hated how small her voice sounded. Like she was eight again, instead of a woman nearly grown.

“It’s too dangerous. You–” Viago bit off his next words, looking away. When he continued, his voice was measured again, low. “You cannot continue.”

“Vi, of course it’s dangerous–you’re the one who says ‘every job is your life risked, doubly if you’re an idiot about it.’” She hoped the sneering Viago impression covered the actual desperation slipping through the cracks. She had to continue her training; what else could she even be? 

“And it’s infinitely more dangerous now! Look at yourself–” he rounded on her, gesturing sharply. “You’re barely standing. Should you have even left your bed?” 

Echo grit her teeth in answer, chin lifting in defiance of her slight sway and copious amounts of visible bandaging. 

“You can’t control your magic, Echo,” Viago continued, the word like a curse. “It will kill you.” 

“No! I can-I can learn! There are mages in the Crows, Heir has probably trained others–I’ll learn, Viago. I can control it,” She reached for him, grasping at his arm. “Please, Vi. I’ll– I will be a credit to de Riva. I swear it.” 

He studied her then, gaze hard underneath his furrowed brow. An eternity passed, her cold hand gripping Viago’s arm, warm even though his leathers. She watched silently as a host of emotions played behind Viago’s eyes, and wished not for the first time she could somehow hear his thoughts. They stared until finally, Viago blinked. Sighed. Echo’s heart soared–surely he was about to relent, realize he was wrong, though he’d never apologize, and tell her she could still be an asset to the House–when his gaze fell to her arm, freshly bandaged and yet already darkened with ruddy, oozing blood. 

“No,” he ground out. “I forbid it.” She hated him for a moment, then. Hated the gentle way he removed her hand, stepped back from her reach. Hated the glimpse of pain that crossed his brow as he turned his back on her. 

“Vi–” she started, before Teia stepped in front of her. She’d materialized from the shadows; Echo had a sneaking suspicion she’d been there the entire time. 

“Not now,” she spoke gently, hushed, though her expression brooked no argument. “Come and rest.” 

As Teia led her back towards her rooms, Echo released a gasping breath, not realizing how it had caught and held as she and Viago had stared each other down. Her body ached, phantom lightning racing across her skin again. She shuddered and immediately Teia’s arm wound carefully around her, ready to catch or support her weight if needed. 

They slowly shuffled up the grand staircase this way, pausing every now and again for Echo to squeeze her eyes tight against another bout of the burning, stinging, searing pain. It only worsened as the adrenaline from the argument waned; by the time they reached Echo’s rooms she went immediately and willingly to her bed. Didn’t say a word as Teia helped her lay down, carefully tucking her in. Again, she felt as if she were eight again–still fragile, still small, still terrified to be left alone, jumping at every shadow as if every moment were her last. 

“Teia–” she began before a wave of despair choked her. She had to become a Crow. She had to. It was all she’d dreamed about, even before Viago had taken her in, and now…Now it was the only way to repay him for all that he’d done. She had to become a Crow, to honor the House that had saved her, provided for her. She had to become a Crow, like her mother and father before her, had to make them proud. Had to make Viago proud. She turned her face slightly away from Teia, unwilling to show the tears building behind her eyes. She willed her voice steady as she asked, “Do you think he means it?” 

“I…” Teia pressed her lips into a thin line. A beat of silence, then a sigh. “I think you scared him, today.”

She went to protest, head whipping around too fast and sending another shockwave of pain through her body. She cleared her throat instead and Teia sighed again. 

“You didn’t see it, Echo. You were up, fighting one moment, holding your own, then suddenly surrounded the next. Then Vi had barely taken a step towards you when we were all thrown back by–”

“By the explosion.” Not quite a question, but close. Echo didn’t remember much from earlier–just the feeling of overwhelm at being surrounded, the adrenaline coursing through her and then the sudden primal surge that had sprung forward in arcing flashes of lightning. Then blackness. Nothing. 

When she’d next awoken it was hazily, to the ministrations of healers, clustered around her and talking too quickly for her brain to register anything as words. Then blackness had taken her under again, until just a little while ago when she’d awoken to a quiet room and thought foolishly to seek Viago out. 

“...Yes. By the explosion. Your…magic, manifesting. The light was so bright and it cracked through the air like, like real lightning. From the sky. All those mercenaries around you were fried and there you were at the center. You collapsed in a pool of blood–yours, we’d come to find out. The lightning hadn’t split the sky, Echo, but you.”

Echo absorbed this. Frowned. “But I survived. And I meant it, Teia. I know I can learn to control it.”

“You barely survived,” Teia’s tone bordered on reproach, “But it’s true. You can learn. It’s a little odd for magic to manifest late, but not unheard of. And I do know Heir can help.”

“Then why would Viago say that?!” She couldn’t temper her shout in time, but found she didn’t actually care if it did echo all the way to Viago’s ears. Teia sighed, rubbing her forehead exasperatedly. 

“Look, I won’t speak for Vi. But I’ve not seen him afraid like that in…in a long time. Just don’t forget who we’re talking about, dove,” Her voice softened around the pet name. “He’s lost a lot, most of which was before he was even born, and none of it due to his own fault–no matter how he feels it to be. Forgive him if he is…extreme in his reaction, I think he only wants to protect you.” 

Echo absorbed this too, remaining quiet. Teia sighed again, her footsteps retreating on a final promise. “I’ll talk to him.”

—

Echo sunk further into her plush pillows as Teia left, mind still racing. She’d learned a lot about Viago over the years; She knew of the title he was denied, the choice thrust upon his mother, and the exile of family to cover the sins of the wealthiest. She knew how he’d lost his mother, how he’d fought every inch of his way up to Fifth Talon. She knew too, he’d invested a lot into her as an asset for House de Riva. An asset…she blew out a frustrated gust of air. 

Idiot. She knew he cared for her. She wasn’t stupid, just surprised at the strength of it. Before, she thought herself more asset than ward, but now…

Exhaustion pulled at her, her eyes growing heavier with each blink, until she finally succumbed, letting the darkness drag her down. Dreamless, she slept so deeply she didn’t hear the quiet scrape of a chair beside her bedside, nor felt the hand–ungloved–that reached out to hold hers, deep into the night.

[heroofshield]

Hi! 4 or 10 for the Laidir prompts, if you want!

Rook being recruited for a mission by a separate faction for their expertise in treasure hunting

@anderfels

The stacks of parchment had appeared overnight.

None of the wards had been tripped, so Zea had no idea how they had gotten there. The note on top had been handwritten with simple cursive script saying

If you're interested, go to the Cobbled Swan. Midday. Wear a blue scarf.

Glancing at a few pieces of parchment, Zea saw that they were maps and reports of treasure located somewhere. Intrigued, she spent the morning going through the stack- trying to learn as much as she could before the meeting.

She was so intrigued by the information that Zea was nearly late to the meeting at the pub, hurrying through the streets trying to not slip on the wet cobblestones, blue scarf tied in her hair. Rushing into the Cobbled Swan with a minute to spare, Zea grabbed a pint of the cheapest beer on tap before taking a seat in a corner- it was out of the way so no one could overhear them but still in view so the prospective client could spot her.

Pulling out the stack of parchment from where she'd hid them to keep safe from the ever-present rain, she drew the votive closer to illuminate the writing better.

"Hope you haven't been waiting long."

Zea looked up at the smooth voice to see a rather pretty woman sit down in the chair across from her. She took in the white and teal leathers and the black square fascinator with netting partially obscuring her face. "Not really..." she said, trailing off hoping that the other woman would give Zea her name.

But the woman just smiled and discreetly signaled for a drink, which arrived quickly- telling Zea that she was a regular at the pub and had a standard order. "I was hired as a go-between for the interested party." she nodded towards the stack while continuing, "What do you think? Can you get the treasure?"

Zea shrugged, "Depends on a lot of things, like who I'm working for for starters."

The other woman gave a coy smile and shook her head, "Sorry, but that's the one thing I can't answer. They need to keep their identity secret for...political reasons." There was a beat of silence before she continued, "But I can tell you that you'd have access to the Shadow Dragons, both in terms of resources and manpower. They have a stake in recovering this artifact."

Zea looked at the older woman's eyes, idly tapping a finger against the wooden tabletop as she turned it all over in her head.

"You came highly recommended from Isabela. Said that we couldn't find anyone better for the treasure hunt. That business with the Rivaini nobles aside that is."

Zea felt her stomach clench at the mention of the Lords of Fortune's leader. It had been over a year since she'd had to flee the country in order to keep her head, but she still considered herself part of the pirate group. "And Isabela sending them in my direction means she's been keeping tabs on me." she thought while straightening up.

"What's in it for me? Other than the whole 'gold and glory' bit."

"There'll probably be Venatori and they won't go without a fight. So there's that as well."

Zea knew the casualness of the comment was by design, she hadn't become a shrewd Wicked Grace player without being able to pick up on things like that, but it had the desired effect. Moving the stack of parchment to the side, she held out her hand, "I think we have a deal. Tell whomever it is that I'll do the treasure hunt, and they'll get whatever it is they're looking for."

"Good to hear." The woman took Zea's hand and gave it a firm shake. "I'll be in contact."

"Wait." Zea called out as the woman stood and took a few steps away from the table. "At least tell me your name."

"Neve. Neve Gallus." Neve threw Zea a wink before sauntering out of the pub. She'd send a note to The Viper that Laidir was onboard for the expedition-and if everything went well the Dragons might get a new recruit as well.

[the-luna-scamander]

Scorpius is MY light in the Darkness. Always.

[lottiesnotebook]

Hi! 6 or 32 for the Rook story time prompts!

Thank you for the ask from your brilliant Rook Storytime Prompts! I'm still on my first ever Veilguard playthrough, but I hope this works for my Horrible Nepo Baby Rook!

Maybe she should have been paying closer attention, but the dragon is so big it's hard to see the tail coming when you're focussed on aiming a spell at the soft spot of its belly. At least, that's what Cara would tell anyone who asked why she didn't see the tail coming and ended up smacked into the wall of the half-ruined Treviso market.

There's a loud crack from something in her head, and black and white stars dance across her visions, like the lanterns that used to hang between the awnings and now likely form the broken glass digging into her back. Not that that really matters in this moment. Even the dragon and the Blight seem very far away. It's just her, and the stars, and the ragged scraps of awning fluttering above her, and she's probably going to die here, like this, and is too dazed even to really care.

Then there's a rush of wind - warm, not icy like the dragon's breath had been - and she hears shouts and the sound of boots on cobblestones. She makes an inarticulate groaning noise, and then someone is leaning above her, and in the shadow of the awning, their eyes seem to flare with light for a moment, and their hands are cool on her face.

"Cara? Cara, can you hear me?" A man's voice, low and urgent. Something about it seems a little off, but everyone here calls her Rook, because Varric calls her Rook, and there's only one man with glowing eyes who says her name with such panic and such tenderness.

"Daddy?" she mumbles, and someone else nearby - Bellara, she thinks? Why would Bellara and her father be in the same place? Her father shouldn't even be in Antiva - gives a high, almost frightened laugh.

The mans head snaps around towards the laugh. "The dragon is gone, Treviso is in ruins, Rook does not recognise us, and you are laughing?"

"Look, you have to admit she's going to hate this when she comes round properly."

Bellara's words might as well have been a prophecy. It's the only thing any of them have to laugh about, so naturally it's all around the Lighthouse before Cara's even recovered from the cracked skull.

"It could be worse," Bellara reminds her through the bedroom door, when she buries her head in a pillow and refuses to come out of her room for dinner. "Lucanis is too bashful to read into that. If you'd called Neve Mommy, you'd never be allowed to forget it."

"I wish," Cara says, into the pillow, "that you'd let the dragon eat me."

[mellowfellowbellows]

Helios: Nobody is safe from Zeus. Men? No. Women? No. Nothing is safe from-

*Zeus enters the Palace of the Sun, unannounced and unwelcome*

Theia: Oh. We better-

*Helios has already picked his mother up, ran out of the palace and jumped off a cliff*

Hyperion, watching from a hiding spot and whispering: Oh father, please keep my nephew away from me and my family.

[umbrace-rambles]

Hi, umbra! what’s your favorite DINOSAUR !

(Or dinosaur fact!)

HIIII omg I love dinosaurs thank you

My favorite dinosaur is the Therizinosaurus cheloniformis! Main reason why one of my One Piece OCs has that ancient zoan fruit, indulging myself.

On that same vein, did you know that when they found the claws of Therizinosaurus for the first time they thought they belonged to a turtle-like lizard? Which is where the name "cheloniformis" comes from (Therizinosaurus cheloniformis = turtle-shaped scythe lizard)

Reconstruction by one of my favorite paleoartists, Gabriel Ugueto :]

And my lad, for funnies (he shall be posted more properly one day)

[autistichansolo]

Hi! Surrealism or Paradox for the Room literary device asks!

I'll answer both for both Calder and Aohdan.

Surrealism: How adept is Rook at navigating the Fade in dreams?

As a rogue, Cal wouldn't be that adept at navigating the Fade in dreams. At least before Veilguard. I feel like his experience during that time especially with the interactions with Solas in his dreams made him much better at being able navigate the Fade in his dreams, which was a surprising side effect (and led to much talks with Bellara as his best friend and his sister, Athesa who is a mage, related to it).

For Aohdan, as a dwarf, he would not and is in fact a little freaked out about the whole Solas dream thing going on in Veilguard. He hides it very well but he is definitely unnerved by being in the Fade at the lighthouse as well as with the dreams with Solas. It was helpful to have Harding there to discuss the whole thing with and the whole new experiences (and he does become very interested in the dreams she ends up having from her interaction with the dagger and ask what that is like). But this is to say that he does not know shit about navigating the Fade in dreams.

Paradox: What’s Rook’s opinion on Blood magic?

For Cal, it's a bit complicated. I think he is fine overall with it but is wary of it being used to harm others especially with how Tevinter uses it and the most likely targets to be used as sacrifices for to power the blood magic (and being near enough to them in Arlathan to have some worries about that). But also he does know people like Merrill (who feel like would have been involved with the veil jumpers) uses it and see how it can be used as a tool and be helpful in repairing some artifacts they have found. But he does become more wary of it after Solas using on them through out Veilguard and making them believe and see someone who is dead which does add the the complicated feelings regarding it.

For Aohdan, he sees it as a tool that can be used by other wardens in their fight with darkspawn. It can be powerful and that is sometimes what they need to get the job done. And that doesn't change even after everything because he still sees it have been used as a tool by Solas to achieve his goal like other grey wardens have done in their goals with regards to fighting the blight (doesn't mean he liked it). He's just practical about it and just sees it as a tool that can be used for good or bad depending on the person.

[wrathbites]

24 for the Rook codex entries !

From the codex entry prompts on this post (thank you! ♥)

24. (the many attempts at) a letter from Rook to a faction leader

Caterina,

I'm paying the courier three times their standard asking price to return this to sender, a kind reminder to refrain from killing the messenger

Firstly, how dare you

KINDLY FUCK OFF

No words in trade, elven, Antivan, Tevene, or otherwise can ever accurately convey just how much I

I take my hat off to you for having the absolute gall

Perhaps we should take you to a healer, you appear to be suffering ill effects from exposure to blood magic or a bump to the head

~

Dear Caterina,

Please kindly take your invitation and shove it where the sun doesn't shine

~

Caterina,

I regret to inform you my attention is required elsewhere for the forseeable future

~

Caterina of House Dellamorte,

Please accept my thanks for your kind words and generosity. Your letter was a most welcome surprise, and it would be my honour to accept your invitation.

I will be in Treviso within the week. Should this be insufficient and you require earlier attendance for such arrangements, please do not hesitate to contact the Fifth Talon, and I shall endeavour to hasten my return.

Kindest regards,

Mewyn de Riva