#dav mods

Lucanis with a bun and silver streaks.. 👀💜

Adds cat eyeliner and lighter hair when playing with hair strand on.

If you didn't download the old version due to conflicts with other swap mods, you don't need to worry about that anymore. Just download whichever version you prefer and install like any regular mod!

Look at how fucking delicious this man looks!

He has no right to be so stupidly sexy and edible!

I just wanna:

Y'know?

RookFest Day 6: Lighthouse Tourney

If Magnus entered any tourney, it would be for pure fun.

Observing, discussing and learning new combat technics through the other competitors would be his main focus. Though, if he ever starts climbing the ranks, the higher he’d get, the more determined and interested he would become too.  

He is powerful, both physically and magically, and skilled with 20 years of experience as a Spellblade for the Crows of Antiva. Winning could definitely be a possibility depending on whose he’s fighting. It will produce some spectacular and entertaining fights for sure.

To prepare for a fight like this, he’d mostly meditate and empty his mind. He already has his regular and usual sparing sessions to keep up as a Crow. Though, he would certainly focus more on his most powerful spells and arcane technics, just in case.

As a complementary illustration, here are Lucanis personal logbooks from their fight against the gods where Magnus regularly joined him to train.

Taken from the personal version of my mod The Rook and the Talon - Lucanis Romance Expanded.

Logbook 1

Dawn:

- Exercises with Rook

- Breakfast

Mid-morning:

- Weapon maintenance

- Inventory

Midday:

- Meeting with Rook, Neve and Harding (Solas and blighted gods)

- Midday meal

Late afternoon:

- Exercises with Rook

- Meeting with Bellara (Lighthouse and eluvians)

Evening:

- Supper preparations

- Correspondence with Crows

Nearing midnight:

- Study

Every hour seems accounted for, but it is difficult to know for certain. There was no day or night in the Ossuary. Now, at this Lighthouse, the sky offers little hint to the true time in the world.

Rook joined me in my training sessions. Sparring with a fellow Crow and a mage turned out to be very instructive ("fast as lightning" certainly took a more literal turn today). We should do it again.

Logbook 2

Dawn:

- Exercises with Rook

- Breakfast

Mid-morning:

- Weapon maintenance

- Meeting with Rook, Neve, Harding, and Bellara (possible movement from gods)

Midday:

- Midday meal

- Search library

Late after - (the handwriting abruptly alters:)

a PEACE

cut from the ALL

golden stranded weaves

PROTECTION CAGE

keep them OUT

keep me IN

(Drawn below is a decagonal diagram of perfectly even, intersecting geometric lines.)

Ugh, anyway... A year locked up and I had almost forgotten how deadly mageknives can be in capable hands. Rook certainly knows how to make them dance. Analysing and dissecting our training sessions together is really efficient. I like that.

Logbook 3

scentsing the BEYOND

rememburnings from before

when one was infinity

not a small shade

not a SHARP hooked claw

in a gut

takemeouttakemeoutletmeout

riiiiip

(The handwriting abruptly alters:)

When did this start? I drifted off. It was after I spoke to Harding. He can't have been here long. The candle was out, but not much lower than when I lit it. It may still be evening. Or he blew it out and it's been hours.

I'll ask Rook for an estimate of the time. And to apologize... again. He keeps telling me that I don’t need to but I owe him that much at the very least. The shame I feel can’t be measured. The Ossuary, Caterina, Weisshaupt... And now Illario wants me to stay away from the Crows. This chain of failures can’t be my legacy to house Dellamorte. Abuelita, what must you be thinking of me right now?

Logbook 4

there is an INFINITE

there is a SHELTER

there is a STORM outside the center

where the TOWER beacons

shining like a SUN

making us WARM

making us WHOLE

shredding the CLOUDS

(Drawn below is a rook surrounded by four crow feathers forming a diamond, the whole sketch is topped with a wolf head.)

(The handwriting abruptly alters:)

Late afternoon:

- Exercises with Rook

- Discussion with Taash (Crows)

Evening:

- Inventory with Bellara

- Supper (Rook's smile during dessert was the ultimate prize)

Bellara has ambitious plans for future meals at the Lighthouse, which she leaves to the two of us. I've been tasked with suggesting substitutions where ingredients are not available. Some of her own suggestions are rather inventive and would create a balanced flavor profile. Rook and Viago speak often on the art of masking certain tastes. Perhaps I should set up a meeting so they can all compare notes; perhaps enemies of House De Riva won't last much longer.

Nearing midnight:

- Reading

If I have lost an hour this night, it is only to Rook. But lost is wrong. It is an hour found. An hour more clear than any other.

The sound of his voice cleanses my mind like a blade and the quiet fire in his eyes just evaporates all my burdens in an instant.

During this time spent together, I felt whole again. Something that did not occur since the Ossuary and never with that magnitude. I just wish I could fully open up to him once and for all. Maybe whe... When this whole mess with Illario is finally taken care of.

Logbook 5

toes wiggle

when he drinks the brew

a small shade

and a wounded spirit

sitting

there is STILL

we are still

Drawn below is a decagonal diagram of perfectly even, intersecting geometric lines. Additional lines extend past the central diagram and reach the edges of the page.

The handwriting abruptly alters:

Spite says he went nowhere and it has only been an hour or two. His measurement of time seems more accurate than the others here. So, to resume...

Late Evening:

- Exercises with Rook

We pushed ourselves harder than usual while training tonight. At some point, we both froze with our knives just inches away from our throats, Rook slightly leaning over me, out of breath. As time itself seemed to stop around us, locked in each other eyes, I surprised myself reaching out for him and pressing my lips against his. He responded by putting gently his hand on my neck and pulling me to him. All I remember after that is Rook smiling at me and whispering "I love you, my Talon." before kissing me back.

Our first kiss. This stolen moment now belongs to the two of us.

(The handwriting alters again:)

honey and lavander

sweetness and intrigue

smells like hot chocolate

smells like linseed oil

feels like HOPE

feels like HOME

(Drawn below is a rook topped with a Crow mask. Both figures are surrounded by two pairs of angelic wings.)