#fenaissance

From the Brown Paper sketches stash :)

In the spirit of the recent (BLESSED) Fenaissance, here’s an excerpt of a thing @figgypudz​ and I wrote a few months ago for our post-Inquisition Dread Moon collab (which was not meant to focus so much on DA2 companions, but I was not properly reined in so conversations like this happened and we ended up with a 15 chapter fic featuring all my favs and multiple spin-offs)...

Context: Evelyn has just received a letter from Harding in her search for Dorian. Hawke is pouting because SHE JUST CAME FROM THERE. And Fenris has joined them along the way, coming fresh off of Isabela’s ship-turned-slave-emancipation-vessel with Merrill to yell at Hawke for being...well, Hawke. Oh, they also went and found Anders in his sad hermit cave because it was ON THE WAY (and because they needed a healer). Um...I hope that’s enough of this chaotic adventure to make sense of the following conversation?

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Inquisitor,

Our people have tracked them to Kirkwall. Head east as quickly as you can along the coast and I will meet up with you there.

Also, I assume by now you have been made aware of the Venatori activity in Nevarra. Not sure if they have anything to do with this. But we are also hearing word of a network of well-placed elven informants working as slaves, servants, mercenaries, and in the alienages all across Thedas. They are calling themselves the Agents of Fen’Harel. They are incredibly secretive and it is difficult for us to estimate the size of the organization or their amount of influence, but they seem to have inserted themselves into every powerful political organization across Thedas. We have yet to fully understand their purposes or motivations.

Be wary,

Harding

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“So...this means we have to go back to Kirkwall?” Hawke looked like she was on the verge of a temper tantrum as Evelyn read the letter from Scout Harding aloud to them.

“Yes,” Evelyn nodded. “Immediately.”

“I hope at least you’re happy, Fenris!” Hawke made a pouty face at him and crossed her arms belligerently. “This is probably your doing, isn’t it?! ‘Agents of Fen’harel,’ Fen-ris…coincidence? I think not!”

Merrill looked curiously at Hawke. “But Fen’harel is the Elvhen god of betrayal. Fenris would never --”

Anders scoffed, “Ha!” and Fenris scowled at him.

Evelyn exhaled impatiently. “Yes. We’ve already heard an awful lot about the Dread Wolf.” She looked knowingly over to Cullen and Bull. “It seems the whole ‘betrayal’ thing was a bit complicated.” She clasped her hands behind her back and began talking strangely, with an uncharacteristic air of superiority that made the two of them snicker. “He was also, apparently, the god of rebellion. A hero to many ancient elves whom he freed from slavery to the Evanuris…”

She trailed off then, and turned abruptly, eyeing Fenris with suspicion. Whatever the joke was, she had suddenly decided to abandon it.

Fenris met her stare, and explained,“I was given this name by someone who intended it as a joke. I have no delusions of godhood, nor a desire to manage a vast network of spies.”

“Maker! I was just kidding!” Hawke moved defensively next to him. “You don’t actually think Fenris has anything to do with Dorian’s disappearance, I hope?” 

Evelyn raised a dangerously inquisitive eyebrow. “What is it that had pulled you away from Kirkwall, Fenris?”

“Retribution.” He met her questioning with an unnerving sort of calm, choosing his words very carefully.

Wanted to see how far I could take one drawing if I sit down and stop jumping from doodle to doodle. Pretty far, it seems.

A quick doodle from the DrawPile session with friends. A nearly shirtless Fenris, because that’s the only thing Leth draws these days. But seriously, I’m enjoying detailing all these muscles. 

Tiny Rynne chibi by my lovely @schoute who always makes everything 1000x times better! 

Anatomy studies with Fenris #999

Trying new colour pallettes. Have early 2000's pop song lyrics to go with this doodle:

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I looked into your face

My heart was dancing all over the place

I'd like to change my point of view

If I could just forget about you

To know you

Is to love you

You're everywhere I go

And everybody knows

To love you

Is to be part of you

I paid for you with my tears

And swallowed all my pride

(Madonna - Beautiful Stranger)