Give Me Prompts

     “Worth it,” Hawke says emphatically. Fenris gives her a look, but holds his tongue. 

Tell me a fact about your character & I’ll tell you something related about mine.

Fëanor’s favourite books as a child were mostly Rúmil’s own work. Literacy among Amanyar elves only increased after the creation of the Tengwar (the verb that means “to read” is exactly tengwa) and whatever existed before was likely the result of Rúmil’s interest in language and lore, written in Sarati. 

The ones he read most often were tales of the Great Journey, an anthology of original Tatyarin stories and... probably a first contact with linguistics through Rúmil’s observations on language. 

Fëanor never took a title from those tales (being High Prince and content with that), but his lifelong interest in lore and fascination with Cuiviénen and/or the mythology of a boundless land was certainly influenced by those childhood readings. 

Thrask has opinions if you couldn’t tell

☦ The Qun

Thrask knows very little about the Qun, in the philosophical sense, and what he knows is filtered by Chantry education. What he’s seen of the Qun in Kirkwall is also limited to the Antaam, and even then he hasn’t interacted with them much beyond the occasional meeting next to the docks and that one time outside the Blooming Rose.

He is, in fact, rather puzzled by the entire thing, and by the idea that some people might choose to join the Qun willingly. He’d assume they do it because it offers them greater possibilities in life, which allows them to overlook the flaws of the institution. He knows very little of the Saarebas, the “dangerous things”, or he’d be angry, outraged that they treat their mages that way, not even really giving them the protection they need, sewing their mouths shut and not even treating them as people (hypocrisy™ Of course the Circles are supposed to be better, and the fact that sometimes aren’t… doesn’t mean that he’ll cut the Qunari some slack for it).

Now, Thrask is generally an understanding person and rather sympathetic, so it’s possible that if he met a Qunari who is “the exception” as an individual, he wouldn’t treat them much differently from a human or elf (some fantasy racism going on here). The Qun as an institution, however, would still be coloured by his prejudice. A kind of wary, “polite” prejudice, which certainly didn’t improve with the attack on the City. On that side, he certainly recognises that they are great warriors, well-trained, and that when they hit, they hit damn hard. 

♕ Nobility

He hasn’t had many contacts with nobility, not the proper type, the dynasties, the ones with Orlesian ancestry and whatnot. Thrask doesn’t think about them all that much, beyond the fact that they’re kind of there. Attached to their traditions, ruling over their lands, marrying each other, caring about manners, et cetera. He’s a polite man, he knows how to interact with them without offending them, but their world isn’t his.

What he does know about nobility is that a mage noble isn’t treated the same as a mage commoner, not in the Gallows and not anywhere else. He sees that, he knows that a surname brings protection both inside and outside a Circle. He knows that, occasionally, a mage noble is allowed things that normal mages couldn’t dream of, despite the fact that technically they all lose any right to their title and inheritance. That disturbs him more than other things, this favoritism, though he can hardly do anything about it; though he wouldn’t do anything about it, because it means that some mages have it a little easier. But he is still not pleased by this truth.

↻ Beard-related puns

For every “♡” I get I’ll give a tip on how to win my muse’s heart.

          He paused, fluttering his wings against the wind, and added           conversationally, “Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart.           I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.”

                                                    ---Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

     “Now’s not the time.”

Later, Inara expected, this whole ordeal would be hilarious. The marquis who had, quite literally, exploded into a sloth monster in the middle of a banquet after choking on a peeled grape was, in itself, humorous. She’d probably even buy Varric’s version of it. She’d probably even laugh at his bad jokes and reckless exaggerations. She’d probably even go see the play.

But right now, surviving seemed to be a great deal more engrossing than the many, many puns that could probably be made with every passing second. Inara’s muscles were tense, practically vibrating with the memories of what had happened the last time she’d faced a Sloth demon -- she had no great desire to repeat that ordeal, and her mind was screaming kill it kill it kill it kill it as loudly as it could, like a frightened noblewoman uselessly flapping at the reins on a runaway horse. 

in origins they couldn’t make the horns work with helmets, iirc; all qunari were always supposed to have horns and they just couldn’t get the graphics to wor for it. then i think they retconned in the fact that hornless qunari are seen has having special destinies or whatever.