I got way more responses than I anticipated on that Poll but throughout the entire poll Ancient Arlathan AU for the Forgotten Ones was at ~70% the whole time.
Here's a little blurb from what I am working on with it, I am unsure if people would rather me post it when I can (I am still focusing on my main fic until it is done) or wait until I can focus on it completely to start. (I guess let me know in comments if you have a preference.)
Solas despised standing in the room where Mythal chose to deliver judgement. The chamber built so they could sit on thrones like gods, towering over those who rarely deserved the punishment inflicted upon them. However, the air in the room was far different than usual. A heavy silence hung between those gathered. Mythal was not the only one there. She only brought in Elgarânan when vengeance and merciless judgement was required. The two âgodsâ holding each others hand like they were a symbol of a loving marriage. Mythal herself leaning back into the throne as if she were a silent participant in that dayâs torture. Elgarânan grip tightened around Mythalâs hand as the sound of the opening doors reached them. Two guards dragged forward a prisoner on her knees across the stone floor. Solas watched the small framed elf, a bag over her head, as she was brought forward. Her hands reached out to break her fall forward, gold cuffs around her wrist reflected the light. They were placed there to suppress her magic, she must be a mage. The elven womanâs armor was marred with damage, and some splattering of blood soaked into the cloth that flowed from her waist. Dark leather armor across her chest held etchings in silver, the symbol of the Forgotten Ones at the center. The War of the Forgotten Ones started centuries ago, the elves having fled Arlathan in the hopes of peace, only to be driven toward rebellion and war. The Evanuris claimed them to be savages, wild elves with the desire to cause harm to the People, to destroy the beauty that was Elvhenan. Based upon the intricacies of the armor and the fact Mythal requested his presence specifically, this was no mere foot soldier. The prisoner moved to get off her knees, despite the bag over her head. One of the guards placing a firm hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down again. A hiss through his teeth as he pulled off the hood, âYou will kneel before the Evanuris.â She quickly turned her head and spit in the manâs face. Elgarânan leaned forward with the display, a grotesque twist at the edges of his lips. Solas froze as she turned her head to face the Evanuris dead on. No fear, only defiance in her gaze. He knew her. Memories of his closest friend filled his mind, forcing his hand to clench the wood of the chair he sat in. Warring thoughts of anger and sadness, hope and despair while he looked at her face. Elgarânanâs voice echoed in the room, âRead her crimes.â The guard announced into the almost silent room, âIsathe Lavellan. You are charged with the following: desertion of the Erelanâvun, treason and sedition against the Evanuris, and the murder of three sentinels during apprehension.â A deep smirk appeared across Elgarânanâs face. Isathe stared him down, a mask of stony defiance in the face of the tyrant. The monarch stood, âWelcome back to Arlathan, Isathe.â The monarchâs voice was anything but welcoming. - An excerpt from "Forgotten", an upcoming Ancient Arlathan AU with a different view of the Forgotten Ones by Fade Mage.
