well, posting here is something new for me, and i'm so looking for mutuals and open to communication or whatever 🧡
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I'm Elżunia/Boszi, archivist of Antivan Crows and novelist of Shadow Dragons or vice versa. Ficwriter, multi-shipper, lazy gifs & edits maker. I'm here to share my fics & find some fandom mutuals (u know, creating in good company is awsome).
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✦ August Mercar (human, mage, Shadow Dragon)
✦ Gianni de Riva (elf, mage, Antivan Crow and Shadow Dragon), my Crows & Shadows kiss machine, i love ship her with ✨️everyone✨️ on her route (now Ginevra de Riva is also her tag, i just need time to change it everywhere)
✦ Joaquim Laidir (elf, rogue, Lord of Fortune and Shadow Dragon)
Hi hello I'm fucking obsessed with tashur and viperook and especially tashurook and I'm very shyly holding out my elven mercar boy to you if you ever wanted to talk about oc/canon (I am. A little nervous to come off anon because there are Many in this fandom who are vehemently against anyone being added to the tashur pair)
- also a nerd
Hi, anon!! Sorry for not answering earlier, work eaten my soul for the time. But I really want & love to put your Mercar into my palms! 😌💜 So don't be shy, you always can to come off and talk about oc/canon (viperook, tarrook, tashurook are absolutely okay!! if you want, tashur is also included), my multi-shipper soul will be happy!
There are quite a few of them, the text is under the cut.
If Rook is Antivan Crow
Fletcher: Hello, Rook. Glad to see you in the Diamond. You keep Viago on his toes.
Fletcher: Feels good to see a friend of the Crows fighting back. I'll sell whatever you need.
Fletcher: I keep the Crows well-stocked. You're welcome to it.
Fletcher: And anyone fighting the Antaam is a welcome customer here.
Fletcher: I'm not rehanging my house banner until we really start driving them out of Treviso.
Rook: What was that you said about hanging your house banner?
If Rook is Antivan Crow
Fletcher: You know how we Crows are about heraldry and a proper woven history.
Fletcher: Crow houses take pride in heraldry. We like a good woven history.
Fletcher: Unfortunately, the first step in the occupation was tearing down symbols. The Antaam burned our banners.
Fletcher: I'm not putting my house banner back up until we really start taking our city back.
Fletcher: They're not curtains. Hanging one means something.
Rook: You sure you have extra to sell? I don't want to use up limited supplies.
Fletcher: Don't worry, I get the basics delivered straight to the people. We have runners in the alleys.
Fletcher: The stuff I sell here isn't for the general public. You could say it's meant for the Antaam, in a round bout way.
Rook: How are you getting weapons past the Antaam?
Fletcher: The same way you get a river past a mountain: I find cracks, and I keep moving.
Fletcher: It could be harder, I'll give them that. The Butcher could burn the walls to the ground.
Fletcher: I'd hardly call him "gentle," but he wants the city intact for some reason.
Rook: How's business?
Fletcher: As good as can be expected with the Antaam choking my shipments. They want us locked down and hungry.
Fletcher: There's a few of us out there keeping people fed... but it's rough.
If A Slow Poison quest is completed
Rook: Keeping busy, Fletcher?
Fletcher: Word is you killed the Butcher's poisoner right under his nose. You're a legend.
Fletcher: I put my house banner back up because of you. We're open for business and ready to fight back.
Rook: You hear what happened to the Antaam poisoner? Ever seen that before?
Fletcher: Antaam becoming monsters? New to me. Physically, anyway.
Fletcher: I'll keep an eye on what they ship in, but if that happened because of the gods, I don't know what to tell you.
Fletcher: Besides "Thanks for killing it."
Rook: Hey, Fletcher. Any idea where the poisoner was getting his supplies?
Fletcher: Antaam mixtures are so secret, and their regular supplies are so weird… Who knows what part of their shipments was the poison?
Fletcher: I wish I could cut them off from everything, but there's always some asshole willing to make a profit in wartime.
Rook: Keeping your supplies up, Fletcher?
Fletcher: Doing my best. Focusing on keeping Heir stocked so she can train the fledglings.
Fletcher: It's not easy. Jacobus keeps breaking things. Kid's angry to the core.
Fletcher: Can't say I blame him.
Rook: How long have you been supplying Heir and her trainees?
Fletcher: I've sold to three Heirs. Never asked where they come from, or why they have the same name.
Fletcher: I prefer to keep my customers, and let them keep their secrets.
If Rook saved Treviso
Rook: Heard about the dragon fight?
Fletcher: Heard about it, and heard it directly. It echoed across the city when it dropped.
Fletcher: Honestly, I don't know how you still have enemies to fight. Who hears you chased off a dragon and says, "I bet I can take 'em"?
If For the Love of Treviso quest is completed
Rook: Heard the news, I take it?
Fletcher: That you put down the Butcher, and in his shadow was a traitor? That's all anyone is talking about.
Fletcher: Stock up, Rook. No way I'm letting Ivenci take up where the Butcher left off.
Rook: I see Neri and Noa hung the de Acutis banner next to yours.
If Rook is Antivan Crow
Fletcher: You know our houses have history. Blood both good and bad.
Fletcher: I wouldn't have always welcomed it. Crow houses don't always get along.
Fletcher: Nothing like a common enemy to bring the families together.
Fletcher: Keep an eye on Jacobus, Rook.
Fletcher: Ivenci's betrayal has him angrier than ever. I can't blame him, but he's got to learn to control it.
Fletcher: Be a shame to see that kid lose himself.
Rook: Any news, Fletcher?
Fletcher: Ivenci is doing their best to kiss up to the Antaam. Shipping in all kinds of strange goods.
Fletcher: Brings a lot of traffic to the docks, though. It actually makes it easier for me to smuggle goods in.
Fletcher: The only good thing Ivenci's responsible for, far as I'm concerned.
Fletcher: Be a proud day if one of my toys helps bring down the governor.
Rook: Working on it.
Fletcher: I'm patient. And you're a safe bet.
If A Time to Kill quest is completed
Rook: Good days ahead, Fletcher?
Fletcher: You're always welcome here, Rook. You've cleared the way for Treviso to be free.
Fletcher: Of course, with the Antaam still in the streets like rats of unusual size, I'll keep up a booming business.
Fletcher: But one day, I'll close up shop for the right reasons.
Rook: Any news, Fletcher?
Fletcher: I'm going over Antaam manifests. I want to make sure we spot any of those poison ingredients if they show up again.
Fletcher: We're not taking any risks. The Antaam that are left have to fight on our terms.
Rook: Is the Egrativi banner your work, Fletcher?
Fletcher: I have talented people. Fast work, wasn't it?
Fletcher: In truth? A new house was inevitable, what with all the loss of the occupation.
Fletcher: My weavers started it a while ago. Keeping themselves busy with hope.
Fletcher: Stocking up before clearing out more Antaam?
Rook: You'd be my first stop.
Fletcher: Glad to hear it. You're very good for business.
Fletcher: Everyone wants to visit Rook's favorite store in the Diamond.
Side note: Reference to Shepard's favorite store on the Citadel in Mass Effect
Fletcher: Keep an eye on Jacobus, Rook.
Rook: Still have concerns?
Fletcher: No, no, I'm telling that to everyone. His house is destined to rival the best of us.
Fletcher: Have you seen Teia and Viago now? Haven't seen that look in years.
If Rook is Antivan Crow
Rook: They're "on-again" again. Who knows how long it lasts this time?
Fletcher: I think it's a portent of good tidings. Like hints of a good harvest. Or a Tuesday.
Rook: Saving Treviso seems to have brought them together.
Fletcher: Oh, I think it'd happen, regardless. Their repeating history never seems too far away.
i miss my bird so bad— 😭💜 and i love this "the garrison is a mess." — "details." between Gianni & Viago when Gianni looks like really tired bird because... you know, her home is under occupation and blighted and totally mess
tomorrow will be the last day of big conference where i must work, not write my silly fics, i already hear the voice of freedom
Cut citizen banter in Minrathous under Venatori control
Just like in blighted Treviso, there are cut convos from the locals in Minrathous under Venatori rule, if the player didn't save that city. Although there's more of it. These lines are also sorted manually because they are only in the script.
People talk about the Shadow Dragons hanging on the streets.
So young. So many dreams.
(Softly weeps)
Oh, Tess. Why did you get involved with those rebels?
You should've kept your head down. We had a good life. You didn't need to...
(Sighs deeply)
What now? How do I tell Mother?
Saw the whole thing. Gruesome business.
Just marched them up here in chains. Killed them one by one. Left them hanging as an example.
But you hear stories about the Shadow Dragons. How dangerous they are. Didn't they fight back?
That was the strange thing. Meek as lambs, they were. Eyes staring. Seeing nothing.
I'm no mage, but if you ask me, it was blood magic.
People do say the Venatori use blood magic. Always have.
Those risen gods have probably taught them some new tricks.
I can't stand to look at it.
People taken to the gallows almost daily. Why won't the guards do something? Why won't the templars?
They're afraid. Or they support it.
The announcements say they're just getting rid of the rot in the city.
Then things will be back to normal.
(Scoffs) Of course.
But they'll run out of people to execute.
They'll just find more. They'll make up a reason they deserve to die.
The woman who lives across from me... they took her brother.
Fraternizing with the enemy.
(Gasps) Was he one of those Shadow Dragons?
He ran a food stall. A few Qunari dock hands were regulars. The Venatori called him a traitor.
That's all it takes?
Banter from various characters about the Venatori and the situation in the city because of them.
Magisters. Archon. They're supposed to care about us. Lies.
No one's doing anything. Archon doesn't say a word. Templars don't help.
Highbloods going about their business like nothing's changed. They don't care.
We're on our own.
We're no one. That's good. Venatori don't care about us.
Bastards. They think they've got Minrathous in their grip.
Don't they? I heard they control the palace now. The Magisterium.
And the thousands down here in the city? They don't control us.
If I say something, maybe someone else will find the guts to do the same. Then, maybe...
Maybe you both get killed.
I just don't want you to get in trouble.
Could get there through drink tomorrow, but I'd rather speak against the cowards and their tyrant god.
Aren't you afraid Venatori will hear you talk? They'll accuse anyone of anything.
I limp from the war, and my back hurts from life on the docks.
One foot on the pyre already, and the rest is getting close.
Which means shutting up doesn't help, eh?
The market stalls are so much emptier. Everything costs so much.
If there's no work, there's no food.
Everyone seems miserable and hungry.
At the end of the day, the Cobbled Swan gives out food they haven't sold.
The Venatori get first pick and take what they want. That's what I heard.
Rest of us get the scraps.
Have to get there early. Round the back.
Oh, thank Dumat. I'll try this evening.
Just get through this day. Just one day.
The Venatori say they're trying to do what's best for Tevinter. How is this what's best?
Don't be fooled. The Venatori only care about what's best for the Venatori.
I don't know how Minrathous will survive this.
One day at a time. The way we survive everything else.
Executions in the streets. What's become of Dock Town?
Venatori are everywhere. Have to be careful. They see everything.
Dragging people from their homes. Awful. Just awful.
Don't stick out. Don't say anything bad. They'll leave you alone.
I just wish things would go back to normal.
My children have nightmares about the dragon. And now the executions.
They know I'm scared, and that frightens them.
I think we're all scared.
I don't know what to tell my little ones to put their minds at ease.
They worry the Venatori will come for them.
I'm sorry.
Is it true the Venatori are offering rewards for turning in traitors? Like those Shadow Dragons?
I... I think my neighbor had dealings with them. Should I report it?
If they find out you knew and didn't tell the authorities, they might come for you.
Or your children.
My mother wants us to join the Venatori. She thinks that will keep us safe.
Does that work?
We aren't mages, but she thinks we can get on their good side by serving them.
They say the Archon's dead. As long as the next one keeps the coin moving through Minrathous, I'm happy.
So much talk of change lately. Things have always worked the way they are. Changing things just causes trouble.
I can't stand zealots like the Venatori. Their ideas aren't bad, but their methods are extreme.
Sure, the Shadow Dragons are a problem, but what's happening doesn't make Minrathous any safer.
Those damned fanatics. Public executions? They have a strange idea of Tevinter glory.
Someone warns Rook depending on the race.
Be safe. The Venatori are on the rise again. I remember the first time they emerged, about ten years ago.
If Rook is a Qunari:
Be careful around here. People see Qunari and think invader. I'm just looking out for you.
These may be comments if you complete the Shadow Dragons quests.
There seem to be fewer Venatori around. I heard they were killed by a dragon. Good.
Good thing someone stopped that Venatori nonsense. Risen gods? Dragons? How does that bring back Tevinter glory?
Two citizens discuss the dragon attack.
Did you see the dragon?
No, I was hiding. The temple let people take shelter in the cellars.
It won't come back, will it?
They say there's more dragons out there. Better find a place to hide, in case there's another attack.
Banter about mabari.
You see more strays around. Since the dragon.
There's an alternative version either before the dragon attack, or if Minrathous is saved:
You see more dogs around now. They weren't as popular as pets when I was a kid.
Doesn't hurt to have a guard around. Or a friend.
Yeah.
If I got a puppy... but I don't know how to train them.
I could help you out.
Women discuss a couple in a tavern who are hesitant to confess their feelings to each other.
Before the dragon attack:
She comes by in the morning, and gets her usual fried bread and tea with milk. He never accepts payment for the tea.
Then they stare at each other for minutes! Sometimes, they manage to talk about the weather. They're adults! Why is it so hard?
It's so frustrating. They clearly like each other, but neither says anything. It's been weeks!
After:
He still sets aside her usual, fried bread, tea with milk. But she hasn't come by in days.
He's been asking around if anyone's seen her. But he didn't even know her name...
(Sighs)
Now he's stopped setting aside her usual order. It can't end this way...
I know it's none of my business, but it's so hard not to care...
Life's so unfair.
Her home was wrecked by the dragon. They talked about it yesterday. Real talking.
I will let you know if anything happens!
She just told him! She said everything that's happened pushed her to pursue what she wants. He almost fell over.
Ah, love.
I'm glad it worked out. I'm happy for them.
Bonus banter from the guard you were bothering, kinda funny.
Please move along.
Can't talk. On duty.
I'm on duty. Move along.
Look, for the last time... I'm not supposed to talk on duty.
Look, I know you're one of those... Shadow Dragons. Please don't talk to me. I'd have to report it.
You could get me in real trouble. The kind where I squirm at the end of a rope.
Listen, I wish I didn't have to ignore you, but I do. Ignoring you. Starting now.
(Whistles)
(Hums)
There's no one here. No one is trying to get my attention. Quiet day. Quiet... day.
i was trapped by Stupid Real Life Things & writing for events, but i saw some posts about tag list, and in recent times i thought about it more than i want. this is not about those posts and it's not related. just same topic, tags.
for me, as a person with high social anxiety but with a great desire to communicate with folks, it feels nice. like... all of the huge crowd, it's me to whom person wants to say "hi, i have cool things that i made and want to show you and/or play with you". and this is nice. warm. gives feeling like you're seen & aren't forgotten
at least i tag with these thoughts. i didn't have tag list, i have people which i really like & want to share anything with them (but sometimes it feels a little awkward when i feel or think i'm bothering and/or annoying some folks 😅).
so my point was... if at once (or not at once) you want to tag me or interact with me whatever you want, i'll be really grateful, even if we don't follow each other (it could be a good reason to star do it, u know). 😌💜✨️
behold the reason of my silence the last days!! many thanks to @mournwatchweek for chance, desire and courage to write and post something. let's hope i'll be strong enough to do the rest. also special gratitude to @ultragreenteadragon for helping with translation!!
Before taking the oaths of the Mourn Watch, Erna Ingellvar must go the path. Path through the house of many mansions.
G, gen, day without erna's being crypt baby: 0 | 837 words | read on ao3
Grand Necropolis met them with thoughtful silence, clicking of bones and ancient dust, breathing magic.
Necropolis waited. Waited for the vows and oaths. Waited for the new living, who will keep its peace and secrets. But it had told Erna its secrets much earlier than the others. They had been destined for each other from the very beginning: a house of many mansions, and its little watcher.
Erna remembered how the skeleton's empty eye sockets lit on with green fire when she, letting her brother's hand go, approached it.
"Look, Erna Ingellvar. Go, Erna Ingellvar", croaked a voice when the bones trembled. "We will wait."
And she looked. Watched. Noticed how the wisps were hiding behind the urns, how the spirits glided through the long corridors, how the light whiff of dry, stuffy air was stirring the dead flowers near the coffin, how the things swarmed in the darkness of lower levels, how the Necropolis was moving its halls, and whispered about the long forgotten past.
A home in life, a berth in death, a house of many mansions.
The place destined for her by her birth.
Vorgoth was ahead already, and Erna quickened her pace.
"But is it really necessary?"
"YES."
She wasn't waiting for any other answer, it wasn't even any. Just… in this ceremonial armor, wrapped in cold, coming from Vorgoth, and surrounded by the silence of frozen Necropolis, she felt a thrill for the first time. From her very birth, Erna — Erna and her brother Uwe — belonged to Necropolis, and now it was the time to bond the unspoken promise with an oath.
"Then I'm happy that it is you who will be with me."
"YOUR WATCH WILL BEGIN TODAY."
"Yeah…"
If she wouldn't forget the words of the oath. Or any of the many situations her imagination has drawn from the moment when all the exams were passed, and the ceremony date was set, wouldn't happen.
A wisp flickered close, attracted by the echo of Erna's steps — Vorgoth was moving silently as always. Erna feebly waved her hand as a greeting, but the wisp blinked and disappeared into the air. The hand clenched into a fist in excitement.
The whisper was following them closely, and Erna tried to hear him so as not to get worried more. In the morning, when Ove helped her put on the ceremonial clothes, he said that the most difficult part is the path to the place where the oath is given, but refused to tell more.
"Each Watcher has its own path."
And Erna was afraid of what would be hers. Suddenly, one day, she will have to leave Necropolis, and their long bond that was made from sighs in empty halls and secrets heard in the clicking of bones of the dead for years will be torn. This thought was scaring her much more than slurping and spanking sounds that sometimes reached from the lowest levels of Necropolis, where the pupils were not permitted to go.
The pouch with the ritual coins was tinkling on her belt: its receiving was one of the final exams. One coin was for the guard who kept the entry, one for the guide who led through the secret Necropolis halls, and all the others for the scale pan, for their eternal trial. The worthy one will say the oath and become a Mourn Watcher. Erna couldn't stop thinking of what would happen if the scale decided that there weren't enough coins.
They stopped before the great gates: the frozen skeletons and human silhouettes tried to reach those who stood ahead, beckoning inside. Erna had never seen this door and the coffin in front of it, richly decorated with fresh flowers and plenty of unlit candles, before
Vorgoth carefully touched her back — icy and imponderable feel, much similar to the cold wind blowing — and pushed her forward.
Her hand tightens the first coin. Step, another one. It is sharply cold near the coffin, and the empty eye sockets are looking at her from there. The pain pierces the temple, feeling in the eye. It seems to her that she had seen this skeleton before, that she had seen his eyes lit up with the green fire, and magic tickles her fingers.
"Welcome back, Erna Ingellvar", she hears the whisper, although the skeleton is motionless.
The coin, warmed with her heat and tightened firmly in the hand, brings her back to reality, and she wants to turn and look at Vorgoth, standing behind. However, Erna stops herself. It is her path.
"Hail the dead", says Erna evenly. "I came to stand your trial."
The eyes of the skeleton light u with the freen fire, and the candles all flare up at once.
"The dead hail you, Erna Ingellvar. Welcome back."
She puts the coin to a skeleton's open hand. The gates start to open slowly with a noise.
A home in life, a berth in death, a house of many mansions.
And now, Erna will become one of its myriad mansions.
thank to all folks that tagged me!! i can't wait to share and read what you wrote!! i would like also tag some folks for visibility (not sure it make sense but i still want!!). i hope you'll forgive me coz i didn't have tag list xD
Many thanks to @mournwatchweek for hosting this celebration of our Watchers! I'm so excited to be spending this week diving into the mysteries and the delights of the Necropolis and its caretakers.
To start this week off, let's delve into the first steps Nona Ingellvar took in becoming a Watcher -- the swearing of her oaths, which I have gratefully borrowed from @hedwigoprah (please see the oaths Sparkles wrote here!!)
A snippet can be found below, and you can read the full piece on AO3, LOCATED HERE!
rated t (to be safe), approximately 1.7k words.
dividers from the exemplary @curiouswisp via @rookfest
A whisper.
She turned her head, the bells tied into her hair softly singing as one of her long braids slid from her shoulder. While she did not see anyone with her in the chamber, Nona knew all too well that not being able to see a speaker did not mean no one had actually spoken. Beside her cheek, the Veil pressed, bending around an intrusion, not letting it through but letting it reach. She tipped her chin down, eyes closing halfway as she waited for the words that might come next.
I swear…
Nona's breath caught, but before she could hear anything else, a louder voice drew her attention.
"Enter, Nona Ingellvar."
The Veil smoothed itself to stillness. The door ahead of her rumbled open to reveal a stretch of long, dark hallway, illuminated intermittently by sputters of Necropolis veilfire.
Ahead waited the unknown; ahead waited Nona's future.
