I like you very much. Just as you are.

This was something I had put together a little while back and decided to save it for the final day of Rutherfest, since it was a free-for-all-day.

I always found it kind of hilarious that in this scene, if you chose to side with the mages, Cullen starts by chewing out the Inquisitor, only to switch to being all cordial and friendly barely minutes later. So, I decided to turn up the crack on that scene and made a silly little edit out of it with him and my Inky, Emilia.

I was having some more modding fun in Dragon Age: Inquisition recently, and through the magic of video editing, played with a costume change between scenes in the Perseverance quest.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85285391/chapters/225224446 Hi everyone! We're back with our twentieth piece for the Dragon Age Big Bang 2026!

Let's give it up for author Lore of Thedas and artist DovesnRoses; they did incredible work! Go check out their efforts over on Archive of Our Own, and we hope y'all enjoy!

“I doubt you’re cheap anymore.”

The whole world lurches. Alistair’s first conscious thought— a muddy question— is whether he’s shipboard during a gale. He’s afraid to confirm it, keeping his eyes welded shut, clinging to sleep for a moment longer.

Unfortunately, he has to take a piss.

He’s met with darkness when he cracks an eye, but knows his rented closet of a room well enough to fumble his way to the chamber pot. He reluctantly throws back the covers, his insides squirming with a truly singular intensity, and shuffles to the exact place the pot is. But the room keeps going.

“Huh.”

Alistair swats an arm out, searching for a wall, a bit of furniture, anything to orient his well-marinated mind. He finds what might be drapes though and gives them a tug, at least enough to let in a beam of searing moonlight. Wincing against it, he squints back into the room.

He’s in someone’s bed chamber, fancier than any room he’s seen in a spell. But a large elaborate vase reminds him of his rather urgent mission. Alistair beelines for it, braces himself against the wall behind it and relieves himself. He hangs there, his guts and brains competing at cartwheels. When he looks up he finds himself leaning against a large mirror.

It’s been a year at least since he’s last seen a decent one and probably for the best. He looks like wyvern shit. Beyond the angry shadows of a battered eye socket, one pupil is blown wide while the other resists, setting his vision askew. His stringy hair could use a wash or three and his beard is a bloody war crime.

Alistair claws together a few wits, enough to take stock of today’s predicament. The bed is mercifully empty. If he had managed to charm some misguided lady he’d like to remember it. At the moment most of the evening is clear as mud, but what he can remember is fairly typical: a scrubby tavern, cheap booze, and traded insults.

He plunks on the edge of the bed to dress himself startled to find his stained clothes neatly folded. He pulls on his breeches and then puzzles over the gaping tear in his tunic. It wouldn’t be the first shirt lost to tavern mischief, but he has precious few and they’re… not here. He balls it up and tosses it over his shoulder.

It can’t be later than four, not with this potent moonlight. When his stomach lurches, he contemplates poking at the back of his throat over that vase, but it rarely accomplishes what he hopes. There’s a hammer and anvil ringing in his ears and his mouth is fresh as a frowzy codpiece. Maybe whoever is hosting him has a bottle of something that’ll take the jagged edge off this hangover.

Lighting the lamp on the bedside table with a few shaky strokes, Alistair then ventures out into the home, shuffling shirtless and shoeless. Halfway to the opposite door the hallway opens into a vaulted mezzanine that overlooks a grand foyer. A dark mass is spread on the floor below and then sends him staggering back against the wall when it yips. Alistair freezes.

A mabari.

(image is outdated there were like 8 typos to change. rip me.)

I COME BEARING GIFTS.

just give it like 20 seconds to load. file is 16mb (down from the original 125mb uncompressed).  please do not try to print it. it is 4 feet tall.

if there’s a major-ish thing that i might have missed (like a Big Fortress) or something wrong feel free to drop an ask.

featuring!

therinfal redoubt! finally!! this was my only reason for making the map.

adamant fortress!

haven is probably in this location but i don’t really know because i’ve seen three maps with three different markers for haven!

same with skyhold. no one knows where skyhold is which is probably for the better.

here lies the abyss is there because i keep trying to remember where it takes place and i’m still not sure but that’s where it’ll be for now!

rough distance grid! give or take a day’s travel or two.

‘show pdf tools’ bar at the bottom SHOULD have a working search function assuming we spelled things right

zoom in 100%

those fucking marsh ponds were not fun

you can absolutely download to use offline but the link self-updates with the latest version. feel free to edit with your own custom markers but please don’t try to pass it off as your own i spent 3 days on this and it’s free. don’t do that.

references used:

travel times/grid: https://leliaanaa.tumblr.com/post/139327010450/travel-times-in-thedas-i-am-a-terrible

borders: https://www.deviantart.com/bardofrosenheim/art/Thedas-Ethnolinguistic-Map-503564439

Bioware’s canon base map that is very lovingly rendered but really hard to read sometimes and lacks some details i wanted to see

to-do:

dalish clan locations (maybe)

deep roads and thaig locations (thinking about it, but there’s already a map for that)

regular roads (VERY TENTATIVE MAYBE i tried once and it came out kind of wonky i’m not good with guessing where roads can go)

common trade routes (idk i just kind of want to figure out how that would work. sea routes too.)

‘fifth blight died here’ commemorative marker

i think i’m missing a sea or two