#threetimessaved

mairi wanted to know why. in a way, she got it ; templars could be obsessive,  &  anders was a mage. but even so, she’d known other warden mages before,  &  templars were never busting their doors down.  ❝ they are aware you’re a warden, aren’t they ? ❞ she sounded exasperated. ❝ that’s supposed to mean you’re NOT an apostate, anymore ... ❞

“ Anders. “   It’s been a name that’s drawn mixed feelings since the day he’d learned what happened -- innocent lives should never have to be lost, but that’s the irony isn’t it ?  He’s a free man because of those lost.  Because of this man’s actions -- he can’t exactly condemn them, when they set an innocent man free ( More or less innocent.  Not guilty of the crimes accused, at least.  Guilty of other things -- of anger, but not lawlessness. )  “ I’m glad to hear the inquisitor spared you your life ... what you did bettered a great many peoples lives.  The mages -- the mages owe you a debt. “  

As a Noble in service to June, Mithra specializes in creation magic- healing and enchantments most namely. They fall into this school at first simply because it was what they encountered most but they took to it like a fish to water. She’s been taught some other schools for self defense in case it’s ever necessary and will use this knowledge to help with their enchantments.

Their crafting specialty is mobility aids. They have a degenerative problem with their legs that started very young and while healing magic can delay it’s progression, it will still progress and constant healing magic is giving them a tolerance to it, meaning they have to let other things heal naturally. Eventually they invent their own prosthesis and have their legs amputated.

As for Dalish verse, they do gravitate to creation magic on their own and start off with crafting by making their own mobility aids. Their degenerative disease develops technically faster but they’re never truly left where they can’t walk like they are for a time in Elvhenan.

A lot of headcanon has to be inserted to make Fenders work – since in game, the conversations between them are so limited. I think it can happen and work (either long term or short term) for very specific situations and circumstances. Definitely the sort of ship that has to be majorly discussed though.

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs / ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇss / @threetimessaved

          He can still feel the smoke in his lungs, the heat of the blaze at his back. After years spent running he’d found a reason to stop, only to be sent on the run again. Fenris doesn’t regret standing at Hawke’s side —— Hawke had stood by his, after all —— but when he casts his gaze toward the mage, all he can think is why. Why was he still here? Why was he still alive? Why did he walk beside them, knowing what he had done?

His hand snaps forward and seizes the mage by the front of his robes, twisting until he’s dragged Anders in. Snarling at him like some rabid thing, only distantly aware that the others have stopped to look at him. He had not hated Anders —— disliked him, yes, distrusted him, yes. Hate had been reserved for Danarius, for Hadriana, for the Magisters who had seen fit to dehumanize and torture and torment him. Anders was a fool, but he had not been hated.

Not until now.

“Do not speak as if you are some victim in any of this!” Oh he could kill him. He wants to kill him. In his more childish moments he’s daydreamed about ripping the heart from his chest, but there was never any intent until this moment. “You were spared. You still draw breath. You are alive when by all accounts you deserve to be put down —— there are many who do not have such a luxury because of what you did.”

His stomach twists, sick with anger and frustration and guilt. Guilt that even he, privy to all the dangers of magic and its power to corrupt, had not thought Anders capable of such an atrocity. He should have seen it, should have known… And yet he had been just as complacent.

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs / ɢɪᴍᴍɪᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ sʜɪᴛ / @threetimessaved

Aleyn smirked, watching the recruits gather together in the training ring, using his boot knife to cut up his breakfast (a simple platter of cheese, cold ham, bread, and apples, all handy and ready to go), and to shovel it into his mouth. It wasn’t often that he was able to break his fast with a show, but he was sure this certainly would be entertaining. These young men severely underestimated to elf. He gave an encouraging smile to her, and nodded, “Knock them on their asses.”

Ny’Ari rolled her eyes at the human, trying to suppress her own grin. She didn’t need to be told twice -- even though it was just training. The recruit in front of her tumbled backward into the dirt with a well-placed feint and a hooked foot. The soldier heard one of her comrades yell back at the chasind that he would not fair any better than them. 

The elf crooked a finger at him, beckoning him to the ring. His cold breakfast would still be there when they were finished.