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At the voice, Hawke glanced up from wiping her blades carefully clean. Dragon blood was often hot and strange; it would eat away at steel if you weren’t careful, turn leather and cloth to weak tattered rags. The bulk of the dead dragon was heaped nearby, more of the dark strange blood seeping out and puddling beneath the rent hide to soak into the verdant, fertile soil of the Graves.

She met the blank, glassy eyes of the high dragon’s corpse for a moment, reflecting briefly on how small and sad it looked now; which had only a little while before been a strangely beautiful, if deadly, creature. Brightly patterned scales in shades of teal and umber; she had spat ice at them instead of fire, which was new in Hawke’s practical experience, though she’d heard of it before. 

Hawke’s eyes flicked briefly to where the Inquisitor stood with their other companions, examining the high dragon themselves and talking quietly, no doubt strategizing how to strip the corpse of its valuable crafting materials, the thick blood not excepted; and then she tilted her chin to look up at Cassandra standing beside her.

“I suppose so. But I mean, this is my....” Hawke trailed off a second, visibly counting on her fingers, “...fiiiiifth? No, sixth. Sixth? Fuckweasles, I’m starting to lose track! Let’s just go with sixth dragon I’ve had to face. Yeah, some of them were a teeeensy bit smaller than this, drakes and mature dragons and the like, and that does not even come close to counting all the Andraste-damned dragonlings, but.” She shrugged. “Loses the novelty after a while.”

There was a pause, and Hawke’s eyes widened. “Waiiiiiit, is this your first? Is it? Did you just lose your dragon virginity?” She hopped to her feet and grinned at Cassandra in bright fond tease; she knew it wasn’t Cassandra’s first, not by a long shot, but the joke was just sitting there, waiting, taunting. How could Hawke ever resist picking it up? 

ღ your favourite da:i banter

i’m gonna highlight one that for some reason ppl give solas a lot of flack for. i say “some reason” but i know the reason, it’s ppl having difficulties admitting dorian sometimes deserves to be criticised.

Dorian: Solas, for what it's worth, I'm sorry.Dorian: The elven city of Arlathan sounds like a magical place, and for my ancestors to have destroyed it...Solas: Dorian... hush.Solas: Empires rise and fall. Arlathan was no more "innocent" than your own Tevinter in its time.Solas: Your nostalgia for the ancient elves, however romanticized, is pointless.Solas: If you wish to make amends for past transgressions, free the slaves of all races who live in Tevinter today.Dorian: I... don't know that I can do that.Solas: Then how sorry are you?

ppl seem to hate that solas doesn’t accept his apology and?? why should he, it sounds like all it would do is alleviate dorian’s guilt about his empire’s past, while doing nothing for elvhenan, solas, modern tevinter slaves, nor even dorian’s development.

solas is just pointing out that being sorry means nothing if you do nothing about it. it also highlights some of the similarities in their arcs, with both eventually choosing to do something about the state of the homes they love (referring to fen’harel’s rebellion in elvhenan rather than solas’s current plans)

♦ your favourite piece of lore

i already talked about my fave lore aka everything about the dalish/elves in general in da:i and i talked about dwarves elsewhere so...

rivain??? i love rivain?

i think as a culture it seems incredibly interesting, a real melting pot of their own traditions, andrastrianism, and the qun. and given what we know of the former, i also have to wonder how it meshes with the latter two. we have some idea w/ andrastrianism, they had a circle but it was much more lax and mages were allowed to have families and seers even merged with spirits, similarly to the avvar. the qun however is harder to imagine fitting in well in that climate, although this is partially b/c we’ve never seen the qun as it’s supposed to be in the games, beyond exposure to individuals, and the one example of a qunari subculture in-game doesn’t end so well.

what happens to the circle as dairsmuid is a tragic example of what a pile of shit the “circles/templars are for our protection” is. mages in rivain are revered (or at least the women are,) and as far as we’ve learned there’s nothing to indicate they cause a lot of problems, and to the chantry that is a problem. it’s a clear indication that everything they’ve been preaching isn’t as true as they want it to be, and so it has to go.

i really hope we go to rivain one day. like more than anywhere else, i want to go to rivain. i remember a few years at dragon-con when ppl asked where some workers at bioware wanted to go, weekes said rivain, so hopefully one day i’ll get my wish.

☼ some positivity for a canon character roleplay blog

bethany is a criminally underrated character and @vigilflight gives her the attention she’s deserved. what she’s done with wasa in particular has grown into something really special and i feel grateful for being able to watch it unfold even as my gut clenches in preparation for whatever shit they’re about to pull next. i’m probably gonna end up modding my game so i can play through w/ one of my mage hawkes and experience warden bethany for myself and it’s 100% lisa’s doing.

☾ some positivity for an original character roleplay blog

shout-out to @exnobis and all adelle’s creations, but in this case specifically nox who i had the pleasure of hearing all about the other day! elvhenan muses are hard, there’s so much history, more than we can ever hope to live. nox’s life is so sad and fraught with suffering and hearing how it led him to hurt others is heartbreaking and yet fascinating.

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Ok, now i wanna know how many bastards he has running around

Well, since he was under the Qun and in Seheron until 26ish, they probably hit breeding around 15 and he was considered someone you really wanted more of

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As an arrow, shot, doth his heart bare struck, and he clutches his breast in an unconscious, airy gesture.

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