Lord Inquisitor Thomas

The first thing Isra became aware of after the explosion was the aching cold that had settled in her bones. She came gasping awake, shaking the least vestiges of a horrible nightmare from her mind. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She tried to sit up and found that she could hardly move. Her hands were bound. Her eyes cast around for something familiar and she found she was in a heap on the floor of somewhere that was clearly a prison. Cold fear crept into her. 

The accusations. The information about the Conclave. The Divine’s death. All of those people… dead. She pressed her face into her hands. She was the only survivor? The only survivor. “The woman saved me. I think… I think it was the Fade. She reached out her hand and she helped me escape.” That surprised them and at least the accusations abated. Her face dropped back into her hands. The mages. The templars.

Her head snapped back up. Thomas! No, he couldn’t be dead. Surely he had been with the templars camped in Haven. He couldn’t be… her eyes brimmed with tears, but she fought them back. Later she could mourn. If there was a later. The dark haired woman, a Seeker if she recognized the armor, dragged her to her feet. She was gentle with Isra, in her cool professional way.

“There will be a trial. I can promise that much.” Isra barely heard it. Her eyes were turned skyward. She couldn’t process what she was seeing. A terrible sight… the sky torn asunder and a green tear that looked like it was simply going to swallow them whole.

The Seeker led her up the mountain. They fought demons… demons!… and hey arrived at a makeshift camp. Isra struggled to look about, trying to see what she could do to help. Her ability to affect the Rifts seemed to be useful at least.

“Should we take the mountain path or the direct route?”

“We should get there as quickly as possible.” Isra responded. “ I do not think we have the time to spare.”

He had joined the Inquisition because he hoped against hope that he would find her there or somehow along the way.    Instead he found demons.    Well his response was  the same as it always had been.   Kill them.      

This blog is OC friendly.

      “I’m not gonna let any of that happen, Thomas.       It’s me you’re talking to, I won’t let you fall,       I won’t let you lose it.”

She grabbed his shoulders forcefully and stared into his eyes while saying those things in the most firm and even aggressive voice she could manage. 

“And how do you plan to do that,” his brain was trying to fight it.   This was  his friend trying to help him and while the other side of his brain told him she was trying to control him like the chantry.     He just needed lyrium and all would be well.    He became like this to save his brother and nothing would change that.   He had damned himself for it.

going to the conclave as a spy because children are small and quick and easier to hide

getting caught between the divine and corypheus not because s/he meant to help, but because the curious little shit was exploring and picked the wrong room at the wrong time

tiny little one stumbling through the fade, crying as s/he’s attacked by their worst nightmares. the divine reaches out to them and they barely make it out

the child  wakes up to find their hand glowing and screams because it hurts and there are no thoughts of self control or appearances to stop them

cassandra and solas having to make the terrible decision of carrying a child through a war zone so they can use the mark on the rifts. one of them stretching out the child’s hand at each tear in the veil because s/he doesn’t want to do it. because, again, it hurts.

thedas hailing a child as the Herald of Andraste, saying that an innocent was sent to pay for the sins of the world.

one of the companions having to sleep in their room because s/he’s terrified to be alone when memories of the nightmares come back so often. and, honestly, what’s to stop someone from sneaking in a killing them. they all take turns, trying to figure out who can best comfort and protect the kid. solas and varric’s stories help them sleep, but the warriors make them feel safest.

the advisers feeling awkward and guilty as they try to help a child rule, not wanting them to be a puppet but also seeing the madness of letting them truly make decisions.

cullen and blackwall explaining the role of soldiers to them when they beg not to let anyone else fight and die. but they still argue that nobody should have to be killed for someone else.

fighting between the inquisition and clan lavellan/house trevelyan/house cadash/adaar over what their family sees as kidnapping. hardly anyone feels right about keeping the child from their people, but they cannot afford to let them go back to them when s/he is the only one who can stop the breach. though they have tried peaceful negotiations, war may lurk on the horizon. 

young herald screaming in commander cullen’s arms as the doors of haven’s chantry close on three of their closest friends, just knowing they’re going to die for him/her, just like all the soldiers. 

solas guiding the young one through the frostbacks. sometimes they perched atop his shoulders for their short legs could scarcely make it through the snow. even still he always tells them which way to point so it will look as though s/he saved and led their people, not him

a child being hailed as inquisitor, but becomes more a figurehead than anything else.

little inquisitor charming the winter palace in a dress/suit of white and gold, signifying their purity and innocence. s/he dances with their tiny feet atop their advisers’ and friends’ shoes, because s/he’s still never figured out the steps.

the child inquisitor almost dying by the hand of corypheus and risking death and injury every time they have to be taken to a rift. 

the regret of adviser’s and friends when they finally are hurt

A mix of FoB lyrics off of different albums that can be used as starters

“We’re only liars, but we’re the best.”

“We’re friends when you’re on your knees.”

“You only hold me up like this cause you don’t know who I really am.”

“Sometimes I just want to know what it’s like to be you.”

“I wanna teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way”

“I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday”

“Hell or glory, I don’t want anything in between”

“It’s just a matter of time until we’re all found out”

“I swear I’d burn the city down just to show you the light”

“I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive”

“I’ve got headaches and bad luck but they couldn’t touch you”

“We’re the lifers, here to the bitter end”

“You always fold just before you’re found out”

“I’ve been dying to tell you anything you want to hear”

“That’s just who I am this week”

“Is this more than you bargained for yet?”

“And if you say this makes you happy then I’m not the only one lying”

“Nothing comes as easy as you.”

“I’ll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake.”

“I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses”

“I’m hopelessly hopeful, that you’re just hopeless enough”

“You’re the only place that feels like home”

“Always weigh what I’ve lost against what I left”

“Find a safe place, brace yourself, bite your lip”

“The best of us can find happiness in misery”

“I don’t blame you for being you but you can’t blame me for hating it”

“You said you’d keep me honest”

“This has been said so many times that I’m not sure if it matters”

“I know this hurts, it was meant to”

“Your secret’s out and the best part is it isn’t even a good one”

“Baby, seasons change but people don’t.”

“They say your head can be a prison.”

“We’re the new face of failure”

“I just want to be a part of this”

“One day we’ll get nostalgic for disaster”

“I thought I loved you it was just how you looked in the light.”

“Thanks for the memories”

“Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes”

“I could learn to pity fools as I’m the worst of all”

“We’re so miserable and stunning”

“I’m addicted to the way I feel when I think of you”

“I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen”

“Isn’t it tragic?”

“And I’m so sorry, but not really”

“The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you”

“I’m coming apart at the seams”

“I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me ”

“They always bring up how you’ve changed”

“I’m in love with my own sins.”

“What if you peaked early?”

“I will never end up like him.”

“Oh darling I know what you’re going through”

“You can only blame your problems on the world for so long”

“I wanna scream ‘I love you’ from the top of my lungs”

“I will never believe in anything again”

“Change will come”

“I’ve got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match”

“My mind is a safe”

“What makes you so special?”

“You put my head in such a flurry”

“Have you ever wanted to disappear?”

“Please take me back”

“I’m a nervous wreck”

“Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds”

“We are wild, we are like young volcanoes”

Over my time here, I’ve seen lots of these posts float about in the ether.  As a way to make a more cohesive fandom, I think it’s time to try to approach this and commit again.  I will be making a sideblog with a comprehensive masterlist of all characters in Dragon Age roleplay. Anyone, of course, can participate. When I have made the blog, I will try to update entries as thoroughly as I can. Please be patient and realize sometimes in the time it takes me to do things, new stars have formed.

Reblog to be added.

“I was concerned.   Your arm, did you injure it?”