#cekorax

[eonianshadow]

tried to imagine what cekorax might look like

[the-northern-continent]

It’s hard to talk about this without it sounding like a Mass Effect crossover (which is not what I’m suggesting), but I genuinely think that some/all of the evanuris have been to outer space.

Evidence:

A very straightforward interpretation of “the Void” is space. Like the only reason we don’t instantly think it’s space is because we’re in high fantasy.

Ditto for “Forgotten Ones”.

The astrarium sidequest encourages us to connect old gods with the stars.

Falon’Din walks the night, where the People cannot live, through “airless skies”.

He’s also associated with uthenera, aka cryosleep.

Some very alien monsters are now appearing in Thedas, and also in Ghilan’nain’s workshop(s), which seems to have some connection to the Blight (darkspawn and wardens are the ones being “treated”).

Where does the Blight come from? Oh yeah, that’s right, the Void. A place so hostile Andruil had to don armor of the Void to enter it. 🧑‍🚀

tl;dr the reason the elves lost control of the Blight is because it’s alien terraforming tech. Yes it can injure the titans; yes it may grant you power. But there will be a couple very unwanted side effects.

BTW I know not everyone is a huge fan of sci-fi crashing into fantasy stories, but I think it can be fun if everything is through the eyes of the fantasy characters. You get very poetic interpretations of what’s happening, which is a different angle than what you usually see in sci-fi. If this theory turns out to be true, I imagine everything will still be treated largely as magic, with the sci-fi elements remaining slightly ambiguous.

[felassan]

I could honestly read your DA meta for hours - I love your musings and theories, they've been keeping me consistently engaged with the series in the run up to DA4 :) Thank you!

hello! oh I love your url ◕‿◕ ahh thanku sm for the lovely message and the feedback, that's very kind (❁´◡`❁) I'm happy you enjoy my ramblings, I definitely enjoy writing them hh and thinking about DA lore. it's fun to nerd out with people and to share that.

[emersonfreepress]

aahhhhhhhh bro I absolutely loved the update! The sleepwalking!! The guilt!! The fact that our mom has befRIENDED THE MOTHER OF THE GIRL WE KILLED!! ugh incredible i cannot wait for more content from your wonderful mind

i think you mean besieged by small town consequences 🥰

[the-northern-continent]

Where do you currently believe the Blight comes from?

dead/injured/rotting titans

dead titan leaves hole in world; Blight comes from other side of hole

invented by elves

invented by a different ancient civilization

invented on a different world (accessed by 🪞 or 🚀)

someone had a bad nightmare; the Veilless Fade made it real

wherever the fuck the cekorax comes from

AND SO IS THE GOLDEN CITY BLACKENED WITH EACH STEP YOU TAKE IN MY HALL

something else / see results

Voting ended onAug 27, 2024

[the-northern-continent]

Which lineage/background Rook is having the worst time after the ritual?

⬇️ poll under the cut (Game Informer spoilers) ⬇️

Loudest “uh oh”:

Dalish; Elgar’nan vallaslin

Dalish; Ghilan’nain vallaslin

Dwarven Veil Jumper about to discover why dwarves fear the sun

Vashoth Warden glancing nervously at Hormok

Lord of Fortune, whoops there’s a lot more monsters now

Mourn Watch (a certain “Orlesian Bard” has Thoughts about spirit binding)

Vashoth Crow, having a Bad Time ever since the Qunari/Antiva tensions kicked off

Vashoth Shadow Dragon, for similar reasons

Elf Shadow Dragon — good luck beating the Agent of Fen’harel allegations now

Some other lineage/background combo

Voting ended onAug 21, 2024

[the-northern-continent]

Re-reading Tevinter Nights and it’s so full of Eldritch Monsters That Fill The Viewer With Dread, and yet I know deep in my bones that if any of these fuckers end up rendered in game they will be so so so hot. My character might be feeling the unsettling wrongness of things that should not be, but I the player will be having a very different experience. Yes I am including eyeball guy. Centipede guy too.

[emersonfreepress]

Breakfast with Jack & Vincent

What: Anything about Jack and Vi!

When: Summer before 12th grade

Word count: 858

commissioned by @cekorax

“You’re really not talking to me?”

Vincent doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t need to since he opts to walk around the kitchen island, taking the longer, less convenient route back to the stove and successfully avoiding even the briefest eye contact.

“I’m...” Jack stops himself with a light huff, then spoons cereal into his mouth to cover it. He wants to say sorry for getting Vince in trouble again, but he promised he wouldn’t anymore. Gavin asked him not to before him and Mom left for their brunch date.

So now they both get to suffer.

As if to revel in that suffering, the bane of their co-existence marches into the kitchen after a pause and a luxurious stretch. King, Vincent’s Bengal kitten, pads after his owner without a care in the world or so much as a glance at Jack.

“What are you making?” Jack can’t help but try again.

Vincent ignores him.

Several more minutes pass of Jack trying to find entertainment in the back of the French Toast Crunch box, but he quickly ends up surreptitiously watching Vincent prep his breakfast instead. The flour is out which had gained his immediate interest. Vince never messes with baking stuff. Oh, unless—

“Are you making pancakes?”

Ignored again. He finally decides he’s going to give up for real this time… until the unmistakable smell of burning batter reaches his nose. Accompanied by the familiar sound of Vincent’s quiet swearing. Oh, boy. Should he say something? Every time he opens his mouth, it just seems to make things worse. Hopefully, he hasn’t added extra baking powder again. Maybe he could just check things out…?

Sneaky. Jack is operating with such stealth right now. The sink is close enough to the stove that he’s able to sneak a peek at Vincent’s work. There’s a lot of batter. He watches him flip over the pancake with thinly veiled interest and immediately sees the issue.

“God—Damn it.”

“Oh… It’s pale.” And burnt around the edges and in the middle somehow.

Vincent’s head snaps to him with so much ferocity, it threatens to make Jack’s own neck hurt. He offers a nervous smile and takes half a step away.

“I don’t need you to tell me that,” Vincent remarks, every ounce of the annoyance on his face leaking into his tone. “I have eyes.”

“Right, sorry.” Vincent moves to throw this failed pancake out which lets Jack notice the open recipe book on the counter next to a plate of distinctly anemic, though not burned, rejects. King stands on his forelegs, propped up against the counter, his attention focused on this precarious pile of pancakes, tail swishing. Jack quietly nudges the plate a safer distance from the edge. That tiny thing has a reach. Hm… “Um, you might want to raise the fire a bit? Instead of leaving them in for longer.”

Vince sighs over the trash. Then, after a tortured pause, he drags his feet back over to the stove.

“I can’t do that,” Vince mumbles, staring at his yellow pancakes. “They always come out like that. No matter what I do.” He pores over the simple recipe again, probably for the third or fourth time. “They never brown if I up the heat; they just burn.”

“But if they aren’t browning, they’re probably undercooked,” Jack says, as gently as he can. Vincent doesn’t reply but Jack’s mind churns as he stares at the pancakes. They don’t look undercooked… Might as well try one.

“Hey.” Vincent admonishes Jack but the taller boy doesn’t register it.

“Wait a sec. Vince—”

“Vincent.”

“These are perfect!” Jack takes another bite. “Better than perfect, oh my God.”

Vincent sighs, irritated.

“Don’t give me that, Goodnight. They don’t even look like pancakes, they look like…”

“Sunshine.”

Vincent throws him a flat look.

“Like what?”

“Yeah! Because they’re light and fluffy but also crispy at the edge, like—man, these don’t even need butter! You can just go straight to syrup.”

Vincent stares at Jack for a prolonged moment, then looks away, rubbing his arm.

“That’s only because if I don’t use a lot of butter they burn on the outside before they cook inside…” He turns the stove off, an uncomfortable look on his face. “That’s probably why they come out looking weird.”

“But they don’t look weird! They’re cute.” Jack beams, holding up what’s left of the pancake he snatched. By now, Toast has trotted into the kitchen—which makes sense for the butter-loving retriever. “And they taste great, that’s the best part.”

Vincent crosses his arms for a second before quickly uncrossing them. He stands there awkwardly for another moment before opting to get another plate out.

“Well. If you like them, just have some.” He practically shoves the plate into Jack’s chest. “I’m fed up with getting it wrong over and over.”

“I can have some?” He’s not hungry anymore but he definitely has room for these.

“Yeah, just…” Vincent mumbles something to himself. Jack smiles.

“Thanks. You know, you could call them angelcakes instead.”

“Stop it.”

“Oh, or sunshinecakes?”

“I said stop it.”

“Shut. Up, Jack.”

Jack gasps. “Suncakes??”