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an independent, slightly selective writing roleplay blog for THE ARISHOK from DRAGON AGE low activity. under co/revamped nov ‘22.
likes to plot, but not necessary.
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“I’m courting chaos in me. But you want to shape it, don’t you?”
— Alice Notley, from Certain Magical Acts.
“My whole being calls for an act of violence, but I still use velvet gloves.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947 (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.”
— Death, The Book Thief

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The Kirkwall guards simply don’t listen to certain people. Those that always have complaints to make, the drunks, or any of the guard’s wives who speak disparagingly about them. There was one among the ranks who listened to them all, Jill.
Working on a lock that was unfamiliar to her, she’s being quiet, proving herself against it until suddenly she isn’t. Jill drops the lock and her tools, standing back with her hands empty in an effort to show she’s unarmed. She breathes out that this isn’t what it looks like- because she doesn’t want to die and it’s the truth.
“I got a tip that someone has a trap planned for you. I couldn’t go to my Captain with the information, he wouldn’t listen to me.” Of course, her captain wouldn’t listen; she’s a woman and the information came from his best friend’s wife. Jill keeps all of her attention on Arishok, trying to ignore the Qunari who is behind her. She’s spent enough time near their ranks to know they defer to the big one, so that’s who she’ll keep looking at. Her hands don’t shake despite the fear, even as a bead of sweat rolls down from her brow and slips down her cheek. “I didn’t think you’d take me seriously if I came here and told you. I broke in in an effort to see if the information was reliable.”
Her eyes dart to the side over to the box that she had been working on with the same insignia as the drawing in her pocket. “That is the only box that has the sign I was told to look for.” Jill swallows, and focuses on just breathing and not the twist in her stomach- she doesn’t want to die like this. “Can I open the box?” She has to ask, she wants to know what someone had been planning- if this was all a setup to get rid of her, or if someone had planned something sinister against the Qunari.
The little guard was allowed to explain. As long as the Arishok wields composure, the others would do the same. He watched, and he waited. Looked at her tools askew on the ground, then her. “You believe one of the people of Kirkwall sends us a trap.”
The Arishok lifted his chin, making eye contact with the qunari behind her. His stance changed, the staff in his hand twisting tightly. It was this one’s duty to vet all goods coming into the compound. This news the guard brought suggested a danger has slipped through, possibly. He stepped in closer to hear what was being said, to see this “sign” on the box he did not recognize for himself, and trapping her in closer quarters than before.
“The key,” demands the Arishok. A chain of rope is raised from the other qunari’s pocket, one of the keys looped on it chosen and offered to the Arishok, who indicates with a motion of his head to pass it off to her. It awaits her taking. “You suggest any of those outside of these walls would give you a warning to spare us an attack?” He doubted it was possible, but he would hear it from the mouth of the guard. Or her confession for planting something nefarious just now.
patch . help my muse patch up a wound .
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 || accepting. || @seeasunset
The planks of the promenade are dark with blood drops. Below, the smell of the marsh rises up, the lapping of a nightdark wind pushing the water against the support beams. He came from that darkness. Dragging a pair of long blades behind him, scarring the boardwalk, painting it red.
The interim was fuzzy. He tried to recall when he chose to sit, his hulking form testing the strength of the railing by leaning his back against it. How long he had been hunched like this, three arrowhead entry wounds weeping. The stinging scent of an anticoagulant herb tinging the scent of heady, qunari blood. Somewhere in the murkiness, he remembers the elf asking him questions, and because no weapons were brandished was accepted into his space.
The dark, deep set eyes were steady, creased low, all across his brow up into the ridges of his imposing horns. They conveyed strength and focus despite how the effects of hexes and poisons tax his mind, watching the fabric that is soaking up that wound, the one held there by the elf.
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐕 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse . ❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] . ❛ go down . go down on my muse . ❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops . ❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse . ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
“Justice shall be tempered by mercy.”

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. ..[candidates for the vacant Arishok role] were subjected to a variety of tests, the purposes of which were almost completely impossible to determine. Agents reported seeing soldiers meditating under observation by the tamassrans, writing essays, and on one occasion, walking over hot coals. Several officers, after their written exam, were made to arrange large rocks in a courtyard. After each test, the tamassrans returned some of the soldiers to their posts. After ninety days of testing, two candidates were selected by the tamassrans and sent before the Ariqun and the Arigena for a final choice: the Kithshok who commanded the garrison at the fortress of Alam, and the Kathaban of the navy. Each met with the Qunari leaders, and after another two days of deliberation, the Kithshok was chosen to be the new Arishok. ...[the Arishok, by Tevinter] was known as "The Mad Ox," believed to be completely unpredictable and noted for his sometimes-inspired but incredibly high-risk battlefield tactics. *the world of thedas vol II
I have so many thoughts but
this is the man they sent to deal with the orlesians. they must have known he would have lit the fuse of a war, even if isabela never intervened
please imagine him being so peaceful outside of warfare. all the meditations, self reflection, quiet but long tests of bodily endurance, the stacking of objects to achieve balance....
his polarizing swings of calm and rage, how he chooses which of these halves is best in any given situation
a side-quest starter from this then...
There’s a rumor going around the dockhands that a pair of qunari have been walking the coast of the Waking Sea, right when the sun is low enough to cool the sands and the sky would be awash in pinks. They say, at the Hanged Man, the horn-heads were seen stabbing into the bushes around the beaches at this same time every night for the last week. A concerned city guard believes they are leaving behind some sort of hidden information, to communicate nefariously with one another, and is offering a reward for anyone who investigates and finds an answer without implicating the guards in the matter.
to summarize seems incomplete // how novel is a novel that can fit on one sheet
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ok what if I did open/starter calls in the form of side quests from the shok's folks.... good way to establish a relationship w him is by interacting w his kith...
“words lack and in the end, I do too”
— Georges Bataille, trans. by Mark Spitzer, from The Collected Poems: “The Undifferentiated Being is Nothing”

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one such member of the arishok’s kith is named Nehraakost. [direct translation, “For Peace”. A more artful description could be “The Peacekeeper”, but the best Trade reference is an “Arbitrator”]
as their name implies, they settle disputes when the need arises, and serves as a source of advice for the arishok and others. usually with facts and figures, but violence can be a viable choice in a number of situations.
vitaar is heavy on the lower half of their face, their lower abdomen and from their wrist to their claws. it signifies their title and tells a poetic story: to protect their most precious tool (their words), to trust their instincts (the gut), and when all else fails to use your given weapon (hands). also, sometimes resolving conflict means having to literally put yourself between the end of two blades, and that can be catching them with your vitaar-hardened bare hands.
as a distinguishing mark, in one such occasion, they lost a bit of their left ear.
they are skilled with thrown weapons, particularly knives, and a short bow, though being a warrior is not their forte
sometimes the kith calls ‘em Raakost for shorthand.
most likely there will be mention in threads/drabbles/headcanons of certain members of the arishok’s battalion and advisors, which are strictly imagined and influenced by partial canon and some interpretative decisions made around qunari-based lore, and they’ll be delved into after explaining parts of these headcanons first
for vitaar (despite the in-game having blanketed all the dragon age 2 qunari in copy paste features + vitaar…) vitaar can be and is applied differently based on role/occupation, to indicate their position and sometimes rank. likewise, it goes for the rope they fashion as a wardrobe.
these aren’t a people that believe in waste, and time is a resource that most certainly can be wasted. if you’ve ever tried to fashion a good knot with rope, especially on anything resembling the human body, it is not necessarily quick. so one might think to cover their bare chests and arms with it, serving no other point but decoration without an obvious function like armour, would be such a waste.
however, there is a noble purpose in this time-consuming rite. each knot and twist echoes the lessons taught since birth: discipline and patience, which in itself yield a greater spiritual reward.