#branka

[dragonagegallery]

Dragon Age: Adult Coloring Book - Dragon Age: Origins

Illustrations by Pablo Churin, Juan Frigeri, Gabriel Guzman, Fernando Melek, & Facundo Percio

[dragon-age-tournament]

Round #2 — Match 38 of 52

Branka

“branka works because she’s one of dragon age’s best examples of a character who becomes the monster without losing the logic that made her human (or.. dwarven). she starts as this celebrated smith and visionary and ends up in ortan thaig with an entire house dead, darkspawn everywhere, and a single goal that has replaced every other part of her personality. and the game forces you to deal with the anvil as a real moral choice, not just “beat the boss”: branka’s argument has weight because orzammar is dying, the caste system is rotting, the darkspawn are always coming. and still, what she’s willing to do to win is so vile it makes your stomach turn.”

vs. Briala

No propaganda submitted.

Who should advance?

Branka

Briala

Voting ended onJan 9

[commander-krios]

Blind Love

Fandom: Dragon Age Origins Pairing: Hespith/Branka Rating: Mature Summary: A hand pressed against her shoulder, firm yet gentle. Hespith glanced at Branka, her heart pounding hard in her chest, stomach twisting in excitement… something she’d long thought she was incapable of. But with Branka, everything seemed within reach. Nothing seemed impossible. Words: 773 Additional Tags: DA Fucked Up Ship Week, Day 5- Corruption, Gore, The Blight, Canonical Character Death, The Deep Roads, Toxic Relationships, Flashbacks

This fic was written for @dafuckedupshipsweek, Day 5- Corruption/Codependency. There is quite a bit of gore and blight mentions here, so you've been warned.

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The sounds were coming from inside of her head.

A rhythmic thump thump like that of a heartbeat, a noise that’d drive even the most stalwart of people to madness, and the dwarves of Orzammar were hardier than most. But there was only so much even a hardened veteran of the Deep Roads could take. Hespith might’ve been born warrior caste, but what had happened here, what was allowed, was different than anything she’d prepared for.

Now, Hespith was left with nothing but the echoes of a past much missed and no future on the darkened horizon.

The dead barely held a smell any longer as she sat among them, piles of flesh nothing more than shapeless forms against rock, a festering sight that barely registered. The screams had faded days ago, no one left to sacrifice to the darkspawn. Yet the song persisted, blight coursing in her blood, every second agony as her body fought the corruption, fought the change. The only food left for her to consume was her dead kin, their corpses holding little sustenance. Their flesh tasted like rot and death, black blood staining her tongue.

Discovery of the Anvil will elevate House Branka farther than any Paragon could’ve ever dreamed. 

Those were the words of a woman whose greed knew no bounds, even if it meant the entire destruction of her House. Still, Hespith loved Branka with every fiber of her being. Her heart was the only part of her unchanged while the rest of her body slowly turned into a monstrosity, succumbing to a fate worse than death. 

Her heart continued to beat only for Branka, despite the betrayal, despite the horrors she’d put them through. Maybe, somewhere, deep down in the dark recesses of her own heart, Branka still loved her too.

A hand pressed against her shoulder, firm yet gentle. Hespith glanced at Branka, her heart pounding hard in her chest, stomach twisting in excitement… something she’d long thought she was incapable of. But with Branka, everything seemed within reach. Nothing seemed impossible.

Everything felt right.

A cough violently shook her body, each hack spewing vile liquids as dark as the unlit tunnels of the Deep Roads. The song had started again, slightly louder than last time, and she tried to shield her mind as best as she could. There’d come a time when she no longer fought against the siren’s call. She’d become a broodmother, those awful creatures who only created more darkspawn, created more blight.

Would Branka spare her that fate? Or would she rejoice in her experiments, watching as the corruption took her lover, the final connection she had left to House Branka, to Orzammar, gone?

A kiss to her temple had been the first romantic contact between them. A quick touch of Branka’s lips against her brow, before she’d moved on to speak to one of her warriors, a sparkle in her eye. And it was in that moment Hespith knew she’d follow the Paragon in the very heart of the Deep Roads, death all but certain.

She wasn’t scared to die. But to live at Branka’s side, to share in her victories, there wasn’t an existence more honorable than that.

The sparkle Branka once held was gone, replaced by a gleam that left Hespith sick to her stomach. This was partly her fault, as well. She’d trusted Branka, believed in her. Their entire house had. Now they were dead, some blighted and forever changed, others bloodied and left as piles of flesh, carrion for the corrupted. 

So why did she crave that softness still?

Fingers brushed through her hair, tangling into the strands before Branka gripped a handful roughly, pulling Hespith closer, lips just out of reach. 

“You’re mine, Hespith.” She whispered, voice rough from the few hours of sleep they’d managed. “We will finish this together and when we return to Orzammar, I’ll be rid of Oghren and you… you will be by my side until we return to the Stone.”

From where they lay, Hespith could see the work they’d done before falling onto the bedroll: maps and hundreds of years of research into Caridin, into the Anvil. There were hardships to get here but to be with Branka, it was all worth it.

“Until we return to the Stone.”

Branka could not be forgiven, not after what she’d done. Not after what she’d taken.

But when the warden finally took her life, for he would because it was what she deserved, Hespith wouldn’t abandon her. They return to the Stone together, corrupted stains of former glory, past forgiveness and hope. 

For only love could be so blind.

[biancadavri]

SELFISH: These Men Found Time To Start A Succession Crisis While Paragon Branka's Disappearance Into The Deep Roads Is Still Unsolved

[leliwardens]

oh i have a lot more followers now i need to push my marjolaine/branka agenda at you all

[bestworstantagonistdragonage]

BEST DA ANTAGONIST TOURNAMENT ROUND 3 BATTLE 3

The Mother is a unique awoken broodmother who leads the darkspawn attacking the arling of Amaranthine. She was a former human female prior to becoming a broodmother.

vs

Branka is a member of the Smith caste who rose to prominence and became a living Paragon to the dwarves of Orzammar in 9:10 Dragon. She is the only Paragon named within the last four generations.

the OG toxic yuri of dragon age. i really like how she's build up at first, this great paragon that has gone missing and only one person is still looking for her. and then you meet hespith and realize branka is maybe not great and then you actually meet her and its amazing. and i think its interesting that, while her actions are pretty evil, her reasonings are so...real? like iirc, she wants to find the golems and learn how to make new ones to fight the darkspawn. we know since the darkspawn became a thing, orzammar/the dwarves have been suffering a lot and have lost so much to them, and her trying to get this army back in an attempt to help her home but losing herself to it...very compelling stuff 'hey let's sacrifice any and all members of my house to the pursuit of my obsession' and the 'sacrifice' ranges from dying to becoming a fucking broodmother

Who's the best antagonist?

The Mother

Branka

Voting ended onMar 29

[salaisi]

Femslashfeb: Why are you giving up?

Prompt list

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

Day 1: Promises

Title: In the Darkness, I am Tested

Pairing: Hespith/Branka

Wordcount: 997

Rating: Mature (Warning for descriptions of Blight sickness)

Summary: Hespith promises to follow Branka to the ends of the world, to support her in her mission to find the Anvil of the Void. Sometimes love demands too much. A short retelling of the Anvil storyline, with an altered ending.

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The expedition’s start comes any day now, preparations have been made and all that is left is for the living to make up their final decisions before the departure. Hespith lays in Branka’s bed, running a hand through the woman’s short, choppy hair. There is nothing left in Orzammar for her. She has said her goodbyes and settled her affairs. All that she has left is the woman at her side and the love that simmers in her veins.