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LA Marshal @scriptorarcanus.bsky.social · Feb 1
It's time for #StoriesOfThedas2025! LFG! 🧵
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Goddammit, I got got 🫠
beautyofattolia.bsky.social WriterInWhite @beautyofattolia.bsky.social · May 11
Just as a heads up for anyone who posts fanfic on AO3, there was a HUGE AI scrap that took place recently. The link to the Tumblr with the information and the search tool is attached, so please check your work. FUCK AI! AI IS THEFT!

#ao3 #fanfiction #fuckai
Screenshot of a Tweet about the AI scrap on AO3 that reads "This is insane, apparently ao3 suffered a huge data extraction, tons of fics, to use it to train ai, to make it better at writing fics😭ao3 fought back and it seems the extraction “stopped” but there’s a tool that allows you to check of your fics were stolen and 3 of mine were😭" There are two screenshots attached to it of a Tumblr post and the results of the search tool. Screenshot of a Tumblr post about a tool that allows people to search if their AO3 fics were scrapped that reads "Alright! Sorry for being so absent today! I was building a tool so you can all check your own names on demand. I am asking that you not talk about it on Hugging Face. I'm sure word will get there eventually, but I'd like to avoid them accessing this as much as possible. Feel absolutely free to spread around Tumblr. AO3 search tool is here! Use page 1 to search scraped fics by username. Use page 2 to search by work ID (which you'll need to do if you're looking for an anonymous work). Or you can use this version, which is strongly recommended if you've published more than about 20 fics on the username you're searching." Screenshot of the search tool searching for the username "WriterInWhite" and all the fics that came up as being confirmed to be scrapped by AI.
May 15, 2025 at 1:03 PM
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Pinterest showed me an ad for a gag gift the other day, and now I'm writing about Sera giving this gift to Solas because she 1000% would.

#AmWriting #DragonAge
April 13, 2025 at 1:24 PM
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So after completing my disaster run (RIP the Veilguard), I reran Yaro as a LoF rogue who romanced Emmrich.

#DragonAge #Veilguard
A screenshot from Dragon Age: The Veilguard of Emmrich (older human male Nevarran mage) and Yaro "Rook" Laidir (older Qunari male Lords of Fortune rogue) standing in front of the fireplace in the dining hall, staring at each other.
April 11, 2025 at 1:33 AM
Reposted by LA Marshal
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April 10, 2025 at 5:20 PM
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But Mr. Gaider, don't you see?
We do so love our poet tree.
Amid the Sylvans, this being so rare
Truly is a breath of fresh air.
davidgaider.bsky.social David Gaider @davidgaider.bsky.social · Apr 10
You think I would have learned by now never to write a character that only speaks in rhymes. How many times am I going to do this to myself? Have I not learned the definition of insanity yet, at this age?
April 10, 2025 at 12:50 PM
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I need you all to know the title of this book I found in Lavendel is Down Bad in the Deep Roads

Translated using: drive.google.com/file/d/177Cd...

#DragonAge #Veilguard
A feminine character kneels on the floor next to a masculine character, who is caressing the feminine character's face, on the cover of a book found in Lavendel in Dragon Age: The Veilguard. The title is written in Tevene and translates to Down Bad in the Deep Roads.
March 13, 2025 at 2:42 AM
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I need you all to know the title of this book I found in Lavendel is Down Bad in the Deep Roads

Translated using: drive.google.com/file/d/177Cd...

#DragonAge #Veilguard
A feminine character kneels on the floor next to a masculine character, who is caressing the feminine character's face, on the cover of a book found in Lavendel in Dragon Age: The Veilguard. The title is written in Tevene and translates to Down Bad in the Deep Roads.
March 13, 2025 at 2:42 AM
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What If...? (3/3)

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #VeilguardSpoilers
Black background with horizontal white lines. The text reads: "Wait," said Neve, looking confused, "I thought surface dwarves couldn't hear that." "We can't," replied Harding, "at least those of us born topside can't. We met a woman from Orzammar, Valta, back when we were still with the Inquisition. She had remarkable Stone sense that led us straight to a Titan." "A what?" asked Neve, even more perplexed. "A Titan," Varric answered, annoyance seeping into his voice. "We're not entirely sure what they are exactly, just that they're tied to the dwarves in some way, an ancestral way. And they're massive." Black background with horizontal white lines. The text reads: Neve stood in stunned silence next to Harding as Varric stewed over what this meant for him. All his life he'd been trying to get away from all the dwarfy things his parents and brother had foisted upon him. He even went so far as to keep his face shaven until recently. He'd tried his damnedest to not let his ancestry define him, and now it was intrinsically tied to him on a colossal scale. Well, shit, thought Varric.
February 28, 2025 at 4:20 PM
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What If...? (2/3)

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #VeilguardSpoilers
Black background with horizontal white lines. The text reads: He cracked an eye open and discovered Lace was no longer in the room. The thought barely registered as the sound continued to pound out a loud, strange beat. Then, as quickly as it had begun, it abruptly stopped. He opened his eyes, panting as he slowly removed his hands from his ears. This time he heard the familiar beat of footsteps rushing in the hallway. Neve burst through the door a moment later with Lace hot on her heels. "Varric, are you alright? Lace said you looked like you were in trouble." The detective eyed him carefully, noting his pallid complexion beneath the blooms of bruises on his face and the sweat beading up on his brow. Her hand glowed, ready to administer healing magic. "I'm alright now. But didn't you two hear it?" Neve and Harding exchanged glances. Harding spoke first. Black background with horizontal white lines. The text reads: "No, I didn't hear anything. We were talking and then suddenly you were writhing on the cot. And you were glowing. I didn't know what else to do, so I ran to get Neve." "And all I heard were Lace's cries for help as she came running into my room," replied Neve, still eyeing Varric with a wary gaze. "You're sure you're all right?" "Well, no. I'm apparently glowing and hearing shit no one else can hear." Just like Bartrand, he thought. And then the pieces slowly began to fall into place. "Wait. Solas stabbed me with a dagger made of lyrium, right?" Neve and Harding nodded in unison, both unsure where his train of thought was headed. "Where is it? I want to see it." Black background with horizontal white lines. The text reads: Neve gave Varric a worried look, but retrieved the dagger from somewhere on the other side of the room. She carefully handed it to him. "Holy shit," he breathed in disbelief. "Hawke, my brother Bartrand, and I found this years ago back in Kirkwall, but it was a red lyrium idol of two figures back then. The idol drove Bartrand mad, said he could hear a song. Hell, even I heard something briefly when Hawke and I went to confront him. "What I heard just now was so unlike that, but the same altogether. I don't really know how to explain it, other than this version was like a pure version of whatever the red lyrium was doing. Almost as if..." He trailed off as horror began to set in. Harding unfortunately decided to finish the thought for him. "Almost as if you heard the Stone."
February 28, 2025 at 4:20 PM
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What If...? (1/3)

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #VeilguardSpoilers
Black background with white horizontal lines. The text reads: Varric felt the knife in his chest before he saw it. The lyrium dagger felt like a mix of fire and ice slicing deep into his flesh. Fuck, he ruined my coat, he thought idly as he felt himself stumble back. His head swam as the magical properties of the dagger overwhelmed him and he felt himself falling, unable to catch himself. He tumbled down the stone stairs and came to rest next to the shattered remains of his beloved crossbow. "Varric!" The voice sounded far away, his skin was burning while his veins were freezing, and everything hurt. He was vaguely aware of someone kneeling beside him as he writhed in excruciating pain. Black background with horizontal white lines. The text reads: Varric's eyes fluttered open and found himself in a room he didn't recognize. The last thing he recalled was a massive concussive blast and being certain he was dying as the world faded to black around him. He shifted, attempting to sit up, and felt pressure across the right side of his chest. He paused and looked down and, shifting the collar of his shirt, found an expertly applied bandage. "Shit," he cursed as he laid back down. "Varric?" He looked over in the direction of the voice and found Harding staring at him, relief flooding her bruised face. "Hey Lace," he replied, his voice coming out in a croak, "how long was I out?" "Couple of days. You, Rook, and I really took a beating out there, though you got the worst of it. I did what I could to help Neve drag you and Rook back through the eluvian." Black background with horizontal white lines. The text reads: She gestured to a cot behind her and he gazed over to see Rook fast asleep. Unlike Harding and himself, Rook didn't seem to have any noticeable wounds. "That son of a bitch," he grumbled mostly to himself, then to Harding, "Did we stop him?" "The Veil is still in place, so we must have," she answered. "Everything was so chaotic after the ritual went sideways, and I was focused on helping Neve get us all back to safety." He began to ask another question, but his thoughts were suddenly drowned out by the loudest noise he'd heard in his life. He winced and shut his eyes tight and clamped his hands over his ears, but it continued to ring through his head. "Andraste's tits," he cried through gritted teeth, "what is that Maker-forsaken noise?"
February 28, 2025 at 4:20 PM
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Day 28: What If...?

Thanks for reading my little vignettes about the inhabitants of Thedas all month. So now I leave you with:

What if Varric got Titan powers?

(there's a chance I may expand this one into a full fic at some point)

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #VeilguardSpoilers #Varric #Titans
An edited version of Varric's second tarot card from Dragon Age: Inquisition acquired after Here Lies the Abyss. As Varric kneels down with figures haunting him in the background, bits of lyrium blue shine through the red, implying Varric has been touched by a Titan (see following posts for story).
February 28, 2025 at 4:20 PM
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Day 27: Hole

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #DragonAge #Barkspawn
An image of concept art for Dog (Barkspawn) from Dragon Age: Origins. The text over it reads: You awaken to a cacophony of shouting, barking, and scratching just outside your tent. Assuming the worst, you grab your weapon and head out in only a tunic and trousers, thinking to yourself, Maker, please, not another ambush. Instead, as you emerge from your tent, you find your companions scolding your faithful mabari Barkspawn as he gleefully flings dirt everywhere. "Andraste's sacred knickers, what is going on here?" you bellow to be heard over the noise. You set your weapon down as Barkspawn runs over, barking and wagging his entire rump with excitement. Your companions all begin to try to tell you what's happening, none of which you understand. "One at a time!" you cry, holding both hands up to silence them. Morrigan decides to speak first, "That beast has been stealing our things and hiding them all over camp!" "He's dug several holes, one of which contained the dragon statuette you gave me," Alistair chimes in. The rest of the companions all begin to tell you the various things your mischievous hound has taken: crystals, a mirror, a book, a totem, shoes, gloves, and the list goes on and on. You look to Barkspawn, "Did you take their things?" He lowers his head, cowering with a few small whines. "You need to give them back. The only things you're allowed to bury are the bones I give you." He whines some more. "Come on," you sigh as you head for the nearest dirt clump, "let's get to it." Barkspawn follows along sheepishly.
February 27, 2025 at 3:52 PM
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Day 26: Late Night

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #Cullen
An image of Cullen's tarot card from Dragon Age: Inquisition. The text over it reads: Up high in a window a candle burns bright A man is up working late into the night He plans the movements and trains with the troops He rarely takes time to himself to recoup Despite his own demons, he's pledged to the cause Though it isn't for glory, acclaim, or applause Thedas won't fall as long as he lives The breach is a slight he cannot forgive A man is up working late into the night And he'll keep it up 'til they win this fight
February 26, 2025 at 12:54 PM
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Day 25: Hobby

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #Wynne #Knitting
An image of concept art for Wynne from The World of Thedas Volume 2. The text to the left of it reads: Alistair - socks Sten - scarf Leliana - blanket Morrigan - shawl Zevran - mittens Oghren - hat Shale - pouch Warden - stuffed Griffon A list titled "Satinalia" found at camp near a pair of knitting needles and multiple skeins of yarn in various colors.
February 25, 2025 at 1:03 PM
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Day 24: Dreams

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #VeilguardSpoilers #Harding
An image of Harding's tarot card from Dragon Age: the Veilguard. The text over it reads: Lace Harding woke with a start drenched in sweat and heart pounding. She had grown a little more used to dreaming in the years since she first became connected to the Titans, but the intensely realistic ones still gave her issues. After a few deep breaths to take the edge off, she decided to go brew herself a cup of tea. As she made her way down the hall, she heard someone milling about in the kitchen. Turning the corner, she discovered her mother at the stove heating water in a kettle. "Ma! What are you doing up?" Her mother turned and smiled, "I heard you making noises through the door and figured you might be having one of your bad dreams. You can tell me about it while we have a nice warm drink." She watched from the dining table as her mother placed a few dried spearmint leaves in each cup and poured the boiling water over. After letting it sit a few minutes to steep, she drizzled in a bit of honey, and brought a cup to her daughter as she took the seat across from her. Lace took a sip and then a deep breath before launching into her dream. "I was in a dense forest all alone with no way to tell where I should go. No tracks to follow, no sunlight, no stars. Then darkspawn began to pour out of the forest toward me from all directions. I reached for my bow, but it had disappeared along with my quiver. Just as they closed in around me, a large wolf showed up and chased them all away, then turned and started stalking back to me with a snarl. That was when I woke up." She took another sip of tea as her mother did the same. "Oh dear," she said, setting her cup down, "that sounds terrible. But I wonder, could it mean something?" An image of Harding's tarot card from Dragon Age: the Veilguard. The text over it reads: Lace frowned and set down her own cup. She sometimes forgot emotions and feelings could seep out and tinge her dreams, something Emmrich had told her once. She thought about it for a moment. "Well, I'm a scout. I'm good at finding my way around places, but maybe I've been feeling a little lost lately as far as where I should go with my life next. Darkspawn are easy, they're darkspawn. Vile and evil and destroy everything they touch. But the wolf..." she trailed off, puzzled. The only wolf that large she'd ever seen was now trapped in the Fade, tied to the Veil itself. Why would he show up in her dreams now after all this time? She feigned a yawn and finished the rest of her tea, then gave her mother's hand a loving pat. "Thanks for listening, Ma. I think I'm okay to go back to sleep now." She went back to her room and waited until she was certain her mother was back in bed, then changed clothes, gathered her bow and quiver, and jotted a quick note that she took back to the dining table. Just as the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon, Lace Harding slipped out and headed off in search of answers. Solas was up to something, again, and she needed to find out exactly what.
February 24, 2025 at 7:52 PM
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Day 23: Necropolis

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #VeilguardSpoilers #Emmrich
An in-game shot of the Memorial Gardens in the Grand Necropolis from Dragon Age: the Veilguard. The text over it reads: A skeleton in a long coat places a bouquet of Shroud's Kiss, lilacs, and lilies on a grave within the Grand Necropolis, then takes a moment to lovingly remove a bit of dust that has settled on the headstone. The epitaph carved upon it reads: Here lies Professor Emmrich Volkarin of the Mourn Watch, Protector of the Veil, and his dearest Rook, Champion of the Fade. After defeating the Evanuris, they spent many happy years together split between tending to the Necropolis and traveling across Thedas, exploring and assisting with recovery efforts. May they travel the expanse of the Fade, seeking adventure together evermore.
February 23, 2025 at 12:54 PM
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Day 22: Help

Author's note: regarding language of flowers symbolism, chamomile means "energy in adversity". 🌼❤️

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #DragonAge #Cole
A side profile image of Cole from Dragon Age: Inquisition with his large hat covering about half of his face. The text over it reads: A note appears on your desk one day along with a small jar of honey and some dried chamomile flowers—enough to brew a cup of tea—and no one seems to remember how it got there: Haunted, hurting, hopeless. Face hidden in tired hands, wishing to fade from existence. You hold pain and anger, but empathy and kindness, too. A lighthouse standing steadfast in the storm, beaming, beckoning, "Help is here, you're safe with me."
February 22, 2025 at 1:01 PM
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Day 20: Festival
Day 21: Bonfire

(was a little under the weather yesterday, so both days have been combined)

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #BrotherGenitivi #Summerday
An image of the bound copy of the Writ from the Divine. The text over it reads: Summerday celebrations across Thedas vary widely in presentation and execution, but at their hearts, are largely all the same. In Ferelden, festivities consist of singing, dancing, attending or participating in plays recreating various historical events or folk tales, with Dane and the Werewolf being a most popular subject, and seasonal markets for purchasing goods and hand-crafted baubles. Orlais continues The Game under the guise of a week of lavish balls in the evenings, with attendees opting for lighter fabrics for their extravagant gowns and suits. Seasonal fruits and wine are served alongside traditional Orlesian dishes. In the Anderfels, the Chantry puts on an extravagant week-long play, retelling the story of Andraste's rise to power, her death, and ultimately, her ascension to the Maker's side. In Nevarra, the Grand Necropolis hosts a large banquet where the living are invited to sup with the dead. Wisps flit between patrons, offering a delightful bit of entertainment (that is, when they aren't making off with the silverware). In Rivain, celebrations last a fortnight. From dancers and acrobats to elaborate feasts to Seers relaying fortunes, the festivities culminate in a large bonfire with singing, drinking, and more dancing. In Tevinter, the most elite and powerful mages put on a showcase of magical talents. In public, these showcases amount to harmless yet intricate parlor tricks. However, it is said that more private festivities include blood magic and sacrifices. As for the Dalish and the Qunari, it is largely unknown what sort of observations, if any, they make for Summerday. From In Pursuit of Knowledge: The Travels of a Chantry Scholar, by Brother Genitivi
February 21, 2025 at 1:33 PM
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Day 19: Parent

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #Aveline
Concept art of Aveline Vallen from Dragon Age 2 with the Kirkwall knotwork heraldry behind her. The text over it reads: After the horrors of Ostagar and the loss of her husband, Wesley, Aveline Vallen had no intention of having children. Yet she found herself fussing over the guards more as a mother hen rather than a typical Guard-Captain, though she sold herself on the lie of it merely being "friendly concern". Not to mention keeping a watchful eye on Hawke and the rest of the friend group to ensure they stayed out of major trouble. They were, much to Aveline's chagrin, excellent at getting into some of the worst kinds of trouble. That she occasionally allowed them to drag her down along with them was neither here nor there; she'd never admit it, especially not to Isabela, but she would die for each one of them if it meant they were safe and happy. Aveline had sworn off parenthood, yet it found her all the same. And she wouldn't change it for all the sovereigns in all the royal coffers of Thedas.
February 19, 2025 at 3:01 PM
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Day 18: Haven

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #Haven
An image of Haven's Chantry from Dragon Age: Origins. The text over it reads: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust The guardians stood ready to do what they must Decades to centuries, time passed by Purpose was twisted, though none recalls why Ashes to dragon, dust to bone "Andraste is risen, on wings hath she flown" Duty to delusion, faith to superstition Visitors met with zealous aggression No one to someone, a quest for a friend The fanatics of Haven all met their end
February 18, 2025 at 1:17 PM
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Day 17: Ferelden

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #Homesick #GreyWarden
This image is made to look like a piece of parchment. The text reads: I dream of Ferelden, the land of my birth I long to be home, to till the rich earth I imagine my family tending the farm Safe and secure, so far from harm I may never return to see them again Since I joined the Wardens and swallowed the taint I dream of Ferelden, the land of my birth 'Til my ashes are spread in her bountiful dirt - a poem recovered from the body of a long dead Warden, unsigned
February 17, 2025 at 12:46 PM
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Day 16: Meditate

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #MagistersSidereal #Tevinter
An image of the Altar of Dumat from the Dragon Age 2 Legacy DLC. The text over it reads: Seven priests sat in the respective Temples of their Gods Fasting Meditating Praying Listening Whispers from colossal eidolons Crossing the abyss of time and space Harbingers heralding horror and havoc Wrapped in promises of piety and prestige "Come, open the gates Loose us that we may reward your faith Come, behold such wonders Bear witness to our terrific might Come, claim your birthright Take our gifts to cleanse the world Come, be made whole"
February 16, 2025 at 12:55 PM
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Day 15: Scent

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #Leliana #Morrigan
An image of an Andraste's Grace flower from Dragon Age: Origins. The text over it reads: Five years after the Exalted Council, Divine Victoria returned to her personal chambers at the Grand Cathedral one day to an unexpected package, small and otherwise innocuous. She carefully removed the twine and the plain paper wrapping, revealing a modest wooden box with a note attached that simply read: For your Nameday, M. Upon lifting the lid of the box, she discovered a linen satchel, and within that, a little vial of fluid labeled "Andraste's Grace". The Divine removed the stopper and a familiar floral fragrance filled her nose. "Thank you, Morrigan," she whispered, happy tears threatening to spill down her face. From that day on, whether tending to her beloved nugs or to her congregation, Divine Victoria left the scent of Andraste's Grace in her wake.
February 15, 2025 at 12:36 PM
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Day 14: Touch

#StoriesOfThedas2025
#VeilguardSpoilers
#Manfred #Davrin
An image of Manfred from Dragon Age: The Veilguard. The text over it reads: "Touch!" Davrin stirred from his nap upon hearing someone in his room. He yawned and stretched, and thought he heard happy hissing as his senses slowly came into focus. "Touch!" Sure enough, as he swung his feet out of the bed and onto the floor, he saw Manfred standing in front of the newest figurines he had completed the night before. "Touch!" "Yeah, you can touch them," Davrin replied with a chuckle as he made his way over. However, it wasn't the figurines Manfred was interested in touching. "Touch!" he hissed, waving Davrin's whittling knife with glee. "Whoa! Hey, let's put that down," said Davrin, moving a little faster to disarm him. "Touch!" Manfred happily relented and let him take the knife without incident. Davrin made sure to store it much higher atop the shelves surrounding his desk. He didn't think Manfred could hurt himself, but he wasn't willing to find out for sure. "Manfred, if you really want to touch something, how about we go find Assan. He really enjoys getting his ears scratched." "Touch!" cried Manfred with a series of delighted claps.
February 14, 2025 at 12:44 PM
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Day 13: Inner Child

#StoriesOfThedas2025 #Lucanis
An image of Luanis's room from Dragon Age: The Veilguard. The text over it reads: Lucanis Dellamorte, Demon of Vyrantium and master assassin of the Antivan Crows, sat quietly on his cot within the Lighthouse pantry turning a dagger over in his hands. Rook had presented him with a wyvern-tooth dagger seemingly out of the blue, just because. As he sat marveling at the gleaming blade, his mind drifted back to a childhood memory. Caterina had sent him and Illario to the market to purchase fresh fruit and herbs. As the boys wandered among the various stalls, a bard caught Lucanis's ear. The man was regaling a small crowd with a tale about Andraste and a wyvern. Entranced by the story, Lucanis quietly left Illario's side to join the audience. Thus began his affinity for the creatures. He read everything he could about wyverns, imagined having a wyvern of his own, and even implored Caterina once, and only once, to have a wyvern-tooth dagger. As he grew into a young man and began training in earnest to become a Crow, his passion for the beasts got placed on the back burner. Now here he sat in the Fade, staring at a wyvern-tooth dagger given to him by a mere acquaintance simply because he mentioned casually that he liked wyverns. And for the first time in a long time, Lucanis began to entertain the idea that maybe he deserved to have the things he wanted. Maybe he deserved to have things that made him happy.
February 13, 2025 at 1:09 PM