#da:veilguard

[lexalott]

[redhairedmuses]

Hunter's Mark - a da:veilguard retelling

After so many months of putting off sharing anything related to my next fic, Hunter's Mark, I figured it was high time I share a little snippet for all the Davrin fans out there!

For a little background, Hunter's Mark is a canon-compliant AU where I've taken it upon myself to expand the lore, give my Rook, Lennox Mercar, a more fleshed-out background (with his own arc), and give a particular Warden a smooch or twelve at the end of the day.

So, without further ado, check out the snippet below to experience the first glimpse of Hunter's Mark!

Rook's hand grabs his forearm and forces him to a halt. The blood in his veins, the blight in his veins roars. It pulses in his ears and his head screams at him. He can even feel the sweat beading at his temple. He swallows hard and turns to Rook, looking at those beautiful hazel eyes.

"Davrin—"

And then something stirs inside him. Like a knot being untangled. The tension in his shoulders fades and for a fraction of a second, he can't hear the blight. He can't hear its whispers calling to him. All he can hear is the concerned-laced voice of Rook saying his name over and over again.

He blinks. Oh.

Davrin swallows hard. So this is what it feels like. Huh, he figured it would feel more… like a revelation. An epiphany. Something new and terrifying, not—peace. Like the last piece of a puzzle slotting together.

Their eyes remain locked onto each other, and it feels like they might be the only two people standing in Thedas. Here he was about to face his possible death, and Rook is standing right there. A quarry he would never be able to snare. He doesn't want it to end like this. Not without saying Rook's name at least once. He's tried saying it before but every time felt wrong. No moment felt right… suppose now was as good as any time to say it.

"Lennox."

Rook's eyes widen further and a stab of regret pools in his belly. I hope you can forgive me one day.

"Give Assan a hug for me?"

[mieran-sanctuary]

I'll probably delete this later, but I have joined the Veilguard Squad. ;;;))) For now, this is what my Rook looks like. Otun Aldwir, the Veil Jumper. So far it's pretty hilarious to see a Qunari hanging out with all these Veil Jumper elves, but he's a passionate nerd, so I guess they let him join for one reason or another.

(Now to just locate my Inquisitor somewhere in this game) (I'll probably not post much screenshots and stuff like this here, but I'm curious to see how Otun's design will translate into my art)

[voidnoisesmp3]

Emmrich stares up at the building. It’s inconspicuous. If you didn’t know what was in there, you wouldn’t pay attention to it. The large oval windows on the front have tightly drawn curtains and the brickface is covered in ivy, but there is no sign, nothing to indicate what he’s standing in front of is a brothel. 

Brothel. He sighs, looking left and right, knowing there isn’t anyone in the immediate area. He also knows that the cameras on the front are fake, but the ones inside do indeed work. 

If this were to get out… He runs a hand through his hair, carefully pushing back a stray of gray before stepping forward and pushing open the heavy, metal black door.

[modernhypocrite]

Hi guys my new rook is really pretty. Meet Olsa "Rook" Thorne, the Grey Warden warrior who sealed the entrance to the Deep Roads and then was sent on a *short* sabbatical before returning to kick the crap out of some fuckin undead.

[ayrrin-dragonsong]

Just. Them.

[reborntelmeriascion]

I <3 my "Rooks" especially my Qunari ^_^

[obsidianmichi]

I gave in to the FOMO.