The Dawn Will Come

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In case you haven’t heard this one before: There is an alternative soundfile for Cullen’s nightmare mumbling. It’s darker and more desperate than the one you hear in-game.

Also, it’s very sexy… *whistles innocently*

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[inquisitorofwar]

nothinglorious:

Anyone who didn’t know Alistair might think him to be stoic. His features were hardened, a face of a man who had done what he had to help protect Ferelden. But in reality, he wasn’t. Formalities aside, he stepped down the steps and toward the Inquisitor and her party. “I would never pass up an opportunity to meet you for more than five minutes. I’m quite intrigued by what you’ve done so far for the good of not only Ferelden but also Thedas. Thank you, but I can’t take the credit. The Hero of Ferelden was the one who guided me, I would have been lost without her.” 

He hesitated a few feet in front of her and finally smiled. 

“I’m sure you and your companions would like to clean up before we speak. I’ll have you shown to your quarters and we can meet in an hour.” 

A wave of his hand and a servant ushered forward, a smile on her face as she greeted the Inquisitor. “I’ll see you soon, Lady Trevelyan.” 

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Was it just her, or did the King sport a very contagious smile? Before she’d even really realized it, she’d allowed the corners of her lips to tug up at the honourable words he’d given her. She bowed her head to him, humbled. In all truth, this was the very first time that she’d been presented in front of a King. Sure, she’d had her good deals of Queens, Lords, Barons and Banns, but this was the very first time she was addressed by a King of such a large nation. During her time in the foreign continent, she’d found herself extremely fond of the Ferelden. They were the most down-to-Earth, hard working people she’d yet to meet.

“I wouldn’t deny such hospitality, your Grace,” she said with a small laugh. Only if he knew her urge to bounce around the walls, to roll around in joy at the thought of receiving a good soaking and clean clothes. All in truth, Éleanor found herself pleasantly surprised in the company of the King, even if it has only been mere minutes in his presence. When she’d prepared herself with Josephine and Leliana to face him, her dearest Nightingale had smiled and assured her of Alistair’s presence being easygoing. She’d initially found herself a little skeptical at that. An easygoing King? In what sort of Maker’s universe would that be possible?

“I’m looking forward to it.” She gave a firm nod at the King, her attention turning towards the servant afterwards. With that confirmation, she gave her followers a quick glance from over her shoulder, and they all moved to follow the servant through the Royal castle.

An hour later, without missing a minute, Éleanor turned up at the Great Hall, led by one of the servants. No longer was she muddy and messy, but clean and representing. Her ebony hair was absolutely gleaming, slightly styled to present herself a little better in front of the King. She wore a short with a tasteful keyhole just below her clavicle, the tough, dark leader covered by golden embroidery - Vivienne’s recommendation and design, of course. The pants she wore were dark, plain leather with matching embroidery. Her stomach grumbled at the sight of the food laid out, and she had to plant her hand onto her belly in hope to excuse herself - added to some prayers that the King hadn’t heard that. She approached him, subtly studying the man as she came closer. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting, your Grace.”

[grogblogging]

Can you make a master post for all of your travel times posts?

coming right up!

travel times in thedas masterpost

there are quite a few, so i suggest crtl + f / cmd + f to search the page for your destination!

by game

originsawakeninginquisition

by character

duncan’s route to all the originscousland’s route to ostagarhawke’s escape from lotheringsebastian’s journeys around the free marchesdanarius’ route to kirkwall – includes two possible routeshawke’s route to chateau hainelavellan’s route to the conclave – includes three possible routestrevelyan’s route to the conclavethe inquisition’s route to skyholdbanished wardens’ route to weisshaupt

by route

adamant fortress to weisshauptamaranthine to denerimamaranthine to the dragonbone wastesantiva city to denerimantiva city to val royeaux – includes two possible routescumberland to vyrantiumcumberland to ostwickcumberland to seeker fortress (hunterhorns)dalish camp (origins) to ostagardalish camp (origins) to mont-de-glacedenerim to dalish camp (origins)denerim to havendenerim to lotheringdenerim to soldier’s peakgherlen’s pass to kinloch holdhaven to skyhold – after ‘in your heart shall burn’haven to val royeaux – new!!highever to denerim – includes three possible routeshighever to havenhighever to ostagarjader to havenkinloch hold to amaranthinekinloch hold to higheverkirkwall to amaranthinekirkwall to chateau hainekirkwall to cumberlandkirkwall to cumberland (alternate route)kirkwall to higheverkirkwall to jaderkirkwall to ostwick – includes two possible routeskirkwall to seeker fortress (hunterhorns)kirkwall to starkhavenlavellan clan camp to haven – includes three possible routeslothering to dalish camp (origins)lothering to kinloch holdlothering to ostagarlothering to redcliffeminrathous to estwatchminrathous to kirkwall – includes two possible routesminrathous to vyrantiumnordbotten to weisshauptostwick to halamshiral – new!!ostwick to havenostwick to seeker fortress (hunterhorns)redcliffe to gherlen’s passredcliffe to havenredcliffe to honnleathredcliffe to ostwickredcliffe to west hill (storm coast) – new!!seheron city to qunandar (par vollen)skyhold to adamant fortressskyhold to crestwood villageskyhold to cumberlandskyhold to dalish camp (inquisition)skyhold to din’an hanin (emerald graves)skyhold to estwatch – includes two possible routesskyhold to fort connor (hinterlands)skyhold to halamshiralskyhold to hargrave keep (fallow mire)skyhold to havenskyhold to jaderskyhold to minrathous – includes three possible routesskyhold to ostwickskyhold to redcliffe villageskyhold to rock top ridge (hissing wastes)skyhold to sahrnia (emprise du lion)skyhold to solasan (forbidden oasis)skyhold to south reachskyhold to suledin keep (emprise du lion)skyhold to the storm coastskyhold to therinfal redoubtskyhold to val royeuxskyhold to wycomestarkhaven to herciniastarkhaven to kirkwallstarkhaven to markhamstarkhaven to ostwickstarkhaven to tantervalestarkhaven to wycomevigil’s keep to amaranthinevigil’s keep to the black marshvigil’s keep to the knotwood hillsvigil’s keep to the wending woodweisshaupt to val royeauxwycome to denerimwycome to estwatchwycome to haven – includes three possible routeswycome to jaderwycome to kirkwall

other map fun times

transport speeds – includes dragons & ravens

scale map of thedas – includes my reasoning & maths

non-canon maps – imagining a more populated thedas, inventing settlements to fill up the maps

ferelden – new!!

the free marches – new!!

where is crestwood – new!!

where is the storm coast – new!!

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[inquisitorofwar]

disciplinebreached:

    A touch relieved that she had not been antagonized by the gentle PRODDING into her mental state, the commander huffed out an exhale heavier than intended–akin to a SIGH after holding his breath for nearly too long. Prompt, he nodded his agreement at her words–his understanding, rather–and when he felt the lingering of her eyes upon his face, he kept his own locked in what was now FEIGNED interest on the recruits. 

    Why it occasionally became DIFFICULT to hold eye contact with her was beyond him. Or perhaps within enough of a reach of his coherence to be alarming and therefore ignored. He was ever so hasty to prevent his thoughts from dwelling too long on the… SUSPICION.

    Distractions were dreadfully easy to come by.

    “I’ve… yes. I suppose I’ve rather WELCOMED any preoccupations. Were any of us to sit around with nothing beyond our THOUGHTS for any extended period of time… well, what I mean is–” A real sigh this time, as he smoothed a hand through his hair and let it rest upon his nape. His brows creasing delicately, Cullen gathered the courage to glance at her again.

    “Should you require anything… or would simply fare BETTER to, ah–Maker’s breath.” He shook his head. “I’d never turn away your company, were you to come looking for mine.”

There came that overwhelming feeling to bite down on her lip, just barely stopping herself from smiling like the goof she sometimes felt herself to be around him. The gesture of him rubbing his neck, followed by slight stuttering in his speech, were all qualities that Éleanor had often noticed about him. Never had she witnessed any sight of them during their time in the war-room, much less whenever he was in someone else’ company before noticing her. Was it her that made him that nervous? Yes, while she did find the quality to be something that always made her smile, there was also the slight dread that her title and position as the Inquisitor made him uneasy.

She didn’t want that sort of distance; she wanted a little bit more than that professional relationship.

For once, she met his eyes perfectly, her pale-greens capturing his honeyed ambers. Her smile was back, genuine and even relaxed. “I appreciate it, Cullen.” She reached out, and before thinking of it too much, she planted her hand upon his forearm. For a moment, she had to stop and think, for it may have been the first time they’d had contact when she’d been conscious. While it was still all blurry from the time amountain had fallen over Haven, she could vaguely remember him carrying her back into the camp upon discovering her in the snow.

And her smile was gone. Maker, she remembered just why she’d been a little shaky around him. There were subjects that they thought they’d buried in the snow with Haven, but it wasn’t going to be that simple.

She removed her hand from his arm. “Can I meet you later tonight? In your office? There is… something I must speak to you about.” She didn’t want to sound so grim, she really didn’t, but there it went.

[nothinglorious]

Nearly two week worth of preparations had been made to welcome the Inquisitor and her party; the various jobs having the Castle in disarray for too long. With the impending day now finally there, the King was finally able to walk the halls of his Castle without various members of the staff about, scrubbing walls and dusting paintings. Of course, rooms had been made up to accommodate them and he had made sure that their visit would be well prepared to their likings. 

Of course, he had already met the Inquisitor once, though it had been before she had been given the title. Then she had simply been the Herald of Andraste, though he had heard stories of her extreme discomfort regarding the name. He couldn't blame her for that, it was a title that held a heavyweight. 

He knew there would be much discussion on her choices, not only in Redcliffe but at Haven as well. They were discussions he wasn’t looking forward too, but he knew that they needed have an alliance with the Inquisition. He was doing this for the good of his country. 

Waiting had become very boring. He was all but lounging now in his throne, eyes closing every so often. He had been told of their arrival an hour ago and yet they still hadn’t made it to the castle yet. He had his men escorting them through the city, he knew how the people could be when it came to strangers and it was no doubt that word had spread of her impending visit.

The sound of doors opening brought his attention away from his thoughts and into the present and he quickly straightened himself, brown eyes narrowing toward the door as he watched her and her party enter. “Your Majesty, may I present Éleanor Trevelyan, Inquisitor of the Inquisition and her party.” Alistair gathered himself from where he sat, standing from the throne before descending down the few steps that lead to it and crossed the room to meet her. “It’s a pleasure to have you here, Inquisitor. I’ve heard much about you.” 

[inquisitorofwar]

Here goes nothing. Éleanor gave herself a little mental nudge as they were lead into the throne-room, their small party watched closely by the guards situated at both sides of the room. She couldn’t blame them for being a little wary in her presence. Almost absentmindedly, she clutched onto her corrupt left hand beneath her cloak, squeezing it tightly. While her control over the little bursts of energy has been improving rather vastly the past few months, there were moments when it would activate beyond her control. She hated that; she hated the look of doubt and fear in the eyes of the witnesses around her. And could she blame them?

No, for it even unnerved her. When would the day come when it would go haywire enough to open a portal in the mentioned hand, then swallow her into the deep pits of the Fade? “Your Majesty,” Éleanor greeted, lowering her head in a humble movement. She and her companions bowed down before the King, showing their respects towards him. In truth, she’d always admired King Alistair. She’d heard his story, of the sacrifices and the shunning. To some degree, she has come to understand the form of struggles from his past, for his rise to the throne had been anything but easy. Both of them have come face-to-face with an Arch demon, and lived to see another day. The young Inquisitor held admiration for the Grey Wardens in general, as she did for their sacrifice.

She stood up after a while, lifting her gaze to regard Alistair. “Thank you for having us at such short notice.” Josephine had sent them briskly on their way just after hours they’d received a message back from Denerim. They’d rode fast and hard to get to the Capital, for time wasn’t something they could necessary afford. The days of harsh riding through treacherous weather had left them all looking tired. Éleanor’s short hair was disheveled, and there was a bit of dirt caked upon her features. Josephine would’ve killed her, had she spotted the Inquisitor in such a condition, to be presented in front of the King. No matter, she gave a polite and humble smile. “And I’ve heard much about you, your Highness. The stories of you are inspirational.”

[inquisitorofwar]

Starter for @nothinglorious

Denerim.

The Capital of Ferelden, the revered holy city said to be the birthplace of Andraste. It was surely a sight for the eyes, for after having spent months from one ruins to a small village, then to more ruins, snow, and then even more ruins left for restoration, something so intact and old was welcome. To get used to the slightly stuffier air in the city, as opposite to the crisp mountain breeze and the thick woods surrounding their path through their journey, was one thing. Not that it was a challenge, so to say, but it was just very... different. Éleanor wasn’t quite sure which she preferred so far, for if she was completely honest. Their little party had been left as small as possible, specifically to see to the Inquisitor’s requests on drawing as little attention as possible. It was one thing to get nailed as a heretic by the Chantry for having gained a ‘prosperous’ title of Herald of Andraste by the people, but Maker help her if the inhabitants of the holy city were to catch a whiff of her. Éleanor didn’t know what to expect, especially when considered to how much she despised to be called a prophecy. As much as Josephine dissuaded her from speaking her mind out in such frank fashion, the truth was that she’d just been a woman at the wrong place, and at the wrong time.

And with shitloads of luck to boot.

Their entrance to the Royal Palace had been... surprisingly smooth. She supposed that after having aided in subduing the rebellion, as well as helping the many civilians of Haven that they could, their standing with Ferelden wasn’t all too bad. They were about sixteen in total in their party, with Éleanor flanking the rest as they were escorted indoors. Walking felt strange after having spent a whole day on the saddle without stopping. They’d fallen short on the schedule as it was, and she really didn’t wish to start of a possible, good diplomatic relationship by insulting the King with tardiness. Besides, she wasn’t still fully assured that the King wouldn’t chew her for dumping a whole mountain over a town. Sure, it was deeply necessary, and it had been the only way to save the refugees, but not all had seen it like that. She could only hope that the King was reasonable.

[arthurmorgans]

Cullen Rutherford + TV tropes

[inquisitorofwar]

disciplinebreached:

    It had been slight, the endeavor to retain FACE and veil weakness so well practiced that the commander would have nearly MISSED it had his eyes not been lingering upon her. But she had been smiling from the start, and that which only came to WAVER in the very seconds of the shuffling of her feet. A cringe–a FLINCH that warped the humor once aglow in her eyes–and Cullen was alert to an entirely new problem. He barely permitted a BLINK before his attention abruptly shifted.

    Even when she casually attempted to EXCUSE herself.

    He first shook his head, DISMISSING her query of causing a disturbance, and his arms then dropped to his sides. “You’d never–” The way his words trailed off betrayed any sense of that being all he wanted to say, and yet he fell silent. Thoughtful. Mulling over his next approach before risking TRIPPING over his tongue in efforts to express himself.

    “I–how ARE you?” A broad question, and yet spoken with the desire to not make it too obvious that he had noticed her spell of discomfort. “All of this has happened so fast, and I’ve been–I haven’t had much of a chance to really… check on you.”

No such luck. Even if she was looking for a subtle way to back away from the situation that she’d brought herself upon – publicity – she couldn’t help but to give a little smile at Cullen’s words. He was a busy man as it was, and he never tended to lack the ability on coming across frank. Sure, she’d taken great notice on how his demeanor tended to stray a little in her presence. It intrigued her.

She couldn’t deny it by the slightest; she found his qualities adorable, at times.

Well, she supposed it was only inevitable for him to see right through her façade. Could she expect any less from the Commander of the Inquisition’s forces? Or as the rising name went; Lion of Ferelden. It’d be fruitless for her to try and lie her way about it. She didn’t wish to come off as stubborn (which she most certainly was), or even worse, a martyr. 

So, she gave a relenting sigh, the corner of her lips tugged up. “Recovering,” she admitted, her eyes straying over from the recruits back to Cullen’s features. Every once in a while, her gaze would slowly slide down from his gaze and to the scar over his upper-lip, tantalized. She tried her hardest to not to stare, but that proved out to be a task in on itself. 

At his tone, she cocked her head to the side, eyes flicking back up to meet his. “We’ve all been extremely occupied. When it comes to settling down, building up and taking in refugees at every passing down, it’s... hard to find time anymore.”

[cantkeepmyeyesoff]

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· Cullen Screenshots [Link]· 4k rendering highly downsampled to post here. 

[forever-dreaming-cullen]

Oh, Maker! *Swoons*

[smalllady]

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[minthara]

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[gewitterwolken]

Skyhold: Decor (8/8)

[inquizies]

[inquisitorofwar]

disciplinebreached:

    Rather unintentionally in SYNC with his companion, one of his own hands lifted from its refuge in the bend of his elbow, fingers curling gently in front of parted lips as he regarded the recruits still struggling to gather their footing again. A shake of his head, not in scorn, but near EXASPERATION at the display, but he was temporarily distracted by the words that rang out beside him. Attention flicked to her face, to the amusement crinkling her eyes, and perhaps it was what persuaded the faintest smile of his own.

    Again, he granted the fumbling newcomers a speculative look in light of Eleanor’s positive remark, his expression nothing short of THOUGHTFUL. Spirit, perhaps. Hardly enough to keep them alive, much less win any BATTLES, but her point was valid. At least such determination could be utilized to produce something MORE.

    Which was precisely where he came in.

    A short exhale through his nose, like a minuscule laugh, “I will do all I can to ensure your confidence in me is not misplaced.” Brows lifted to smooth out a countenance that had been briefly WARPED by the situation. “I–thank you, regardless.”

The smile she donned was truly hard to rid, no matter how much she tried to wipe the look off of her face in aim to create a small illusion of momentary professionalism. Ever since their group had arrived to Skyhold, she’d felt a certain form of... freedom in her breath, so to speak. While it was very true that the claws of expectation and pressure had taken an ever tighter grip around her throat, the recently granted title of Inquisitor unnerving more than she would be ever ready to admit, there was a huge deal of condolence in their new fortified home. They all had much to adjust into.

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much, Commander,” Éleanor reassured, her smile returning momentarily. As she moved to shift her weight from one foot to another, she came to a brief halt, her features twisting into a grimaces. She hadn’t fully recovered yet from having a mountain collapsed upon her, not to even mention of the cursed demonic Magister, that had thrown her around like a rag doll. It was no good if the recruits saw her limping over herself. Her lips pursed together in thought, a small scowl creasing over her features.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you.” She turned to glance at him once more, perhaps even hoping for a dismissal, for her pride becoming a mighty foe to battle with by herself.

[ukropstales]

[inquisitorofwar]

X for @disciplinebreached

She tried so very hard to subdue the chuckle that threatened to bubble forth, the backs of her gloved fingers held against her lips for a moment. Éleanor could never cease to appreciate Cullen’s strong efforts on keeping his men motivated, not to mention his adamant drive to train them to their potential. Even though their recruits were absolutely hopeless to begin with, at least the Commander hadn’t given up on them. “I’m sure they will be a fine addition to the troops at... some point,” she remarked, trying her very best to see the positive side of the sad display. With her hands behind her back now, she allowed a smile adorn her features, offering the commander a sympathetic glance. “Besides, they seem to have the spirit for it. That’s something, too.” Her eyes slowly dragged over from the two individuals towards Cullen, the brilliantly paled greens set upon his face. “I have every bit of confidence that you can get them into shape.”