#FRSTHWS. an independent reinterpretation of the herald of andraste from bioware's dragon age: inquisition. canon-divergent & headcanon-based. written by MARTY (he/him, 25+).
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This blog follows the canon of my own Warden, that being a world state where Balfour and Elethea Cousland are the heroes of Ferelden, with Anora Mac Tir as Queen of Ferelden and Balfour as her Prince-Consort. Murdag is a cousin of the Couslands.
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anyway here's the rundown of murdag i guess. also just a note that this blog is really low activity / request only, so feel free to msg me on disco if you want to plot anything or write anything :)
they're older in inquisition now, and about 19 at the time of the blight.
they're still completely unprepared for the pressures of leadership on the level of the inquisition, they still handle it quite badly, they still feel sick when someone puts the weight of the world upon their shoulders
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fuck if i know
they're so angry to be in this situation and they didn't at all want to give up their personal freedoms in the name of a noble cause. they just wanted to sail around being a raider! they want to be with their family!
they do, however, still have a good heart. they do the work expected of the inquisitor but they resent the fact that they have to do it.
and they do still try and get balfour and elethea to do a lot more than they are perhaps comfortable with, because they are the fucking heroes in this situation. murdag is just some idiot who doesn't want to be here, and they KNOW IT.
i think their mum's a mage and i think murdag is also. she taught them how to use their magic, etc. etc. can't take a mage to a circle if you can't get a templar on their ship!
perhaps elethea had been a fool to think she would feel safe once they arrived. their home had just been invaded & destroyed in a single night, how was anywhere supposed to be safe? as welcoming as the mac eanraigs had been, elethea had barely left murdag's room other than to take the air above deck, or to trail behind balfour when their uncle wasn't occupying him. the idleness might be driving her mad, she thinks, though she has little energy to do anything else but sit and stitch. when the door opens and admits murdag to the bedroom, her eyes don't lift to look at them. only works at mending the ruined shirt she had been given, to make herself useful.
at the clearing of their throat, elethea lifts her brows. she did not need to look at her cousin to know that the words were not their own, but supplanted to them by her well - meaning aunt. instinctively, she wished to take the offer without a thought; she eagerly wished to stay close to her brother, and wished to avoid another night of uncomfortable silence with her cousin. though politeness stayed her tongue. it was hardly fair to murdag, and given that they had to live in close proximity, she hardly wanted to provoke their ire. "and where would you sleep?" then does she look up at murdag, forcing a smile. with any luck, perhaps balfour would earn a ship of his own among the fleet and elethea could take up a cabin there. better yet, maybe they would soon descend on howe and win back their home. until then, she had to manage her cousins' tempers. "thank you and your mother for your consideration, but i do not wish to impose more than we already have."
ă ¤â I'll share with Isla. â That was what they had been told to do, at any rate, and Murdag had learned long ago that there was no use in arguing with their mother. They had protested earlier, when she had told them what they were to do, and the look she had given them... Murdag's face had flushed red in shame. They had no desire to share any such space with their sister, much less on the Stormrider, but they feared their mother's ire more. The Vinsomer would still be here when Elethea and Balfour found somewhere else to fit within the fleet. They hoped.
ă ¤Murdag stood there in silence for a few moments longer. Their fingers were pressing so forcibly into their sides that it began to hurt, the very tips of them turning as white as sea foam.
ă ¤â Ma will not take no for an answer, â they said abruptly. Another moment, wherein their eyes cast about their quarters, and they were left with the distinct feeling that they would not be able to call this cabin their own again.
ă ¤Where else did Balfour and Elethea have to go? Highever was lost to them, even if the Mac Eanraigs had sworn they would help them reclaim it. And Murdag was younger than the both of them. The Couslands would take not only their quarters, they were sure, but perhaps even the captaincy that was awaiting them when they came of age. It was hard not to resent Elethea's presence, even if it made them feel wretched.
ă ¤â If you say no, she'll think it's because I don't want you to stay here. So please spare me your lady's manners and my mother's anger. â
ă ¤Murdag was unhappy. This was usually so for them when their cousins descended upon the Mac Eanraig fleet, disturbing the perfect balance of the Vinsomer. They used to think that it was unforgivable. Now, as they watched Elethea sitting in their quarters, lonely and miserable as Ivor and their father had stolen Balfour away, they felt guilty for their disdain for her. Almost.
ă ¤They cleared their throat to gain her attention. They stood not far from the door of their bedroom, hands upon their hips, and Elethea would not be wrong to assume they did not wish to be saying this.
ă ¤â My mother wishes for you to know... If you would care to stay with your brother, you may both have my quarters. â
