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Research Notes: How to Act Fereldan The Skyhold Literary Society
If you were wondering where the King Calenhad reference came from in Chapter 2 of my fic - it's this Codex entry you see after speaking with Cullen and asking about his background.
My favorite part:
Twice now, I've had to tear down drawings she's tacked up in her bedroom of the man shirtless.
Apparently Orlesian teenagers have been thirsting over Fereldan men for decades.
Same, Marchellette, same.
lowkey popped off when i made this dragon age inquisition codex app.
UPDATE: here is the link on the guide on how to install this app on both Android and iOS
Santhe and the Last Few Years || Codex Entries (1/?)
Hello! I don’t know if anyone is particularly interested in these kinds of things, but I created a template for letters & notes a la the DA:I codex entries! The transparent template is available for download here, I just ask that you credit me if you use it (and tag me! I’d love to see it!).
devlog #1: rewriting my previous dai codex app into another framework so it would only take a couple of steps to have it on web/desktop/mobile. The main functionality is done babeeyy, its time to add styling.
The question has always fascinated me. What happened to Ser Brandis, the Silver Helm? Lord Demetrius—the only champion killed—died before the victory, but both Sister Amity and Brandis survived. Amity established the chantry; history is filled with her name. Yet Brandis disappears from the story after his confrontation with the last Emerald Knight.
I took it upon myself to unravel this mystery. I learned that there are tales even the Dalish do not know. In lost verses of a song, painstakingly unearthed, I found the answer to my question.
Who could bear the weight of a people destroyed by his hand?
—Lord Avery of Montsimmard, 9:39 Dragon
The song follows:
Bright silver were his helm and chain,
Bright silver on his horse's rein;
He rode upon the golden plain,
The brave and comely knight.
The elves stood fast, their banners high.
They would not flee, they would not fly,
Though knowing they would surely die,
The last of Dalish might.
He met them on the golden field,
The fate of elvenkind now sealed,
In mercy, urged them all to yield,
He sorrowed for their plight.
But prideful were the Dalish kin,
Their vengeful hearts could not give in,
With raging cry and dreadful grin,
They struck against the Light.
Beneath the red and fading sun,
The elven stand was swift undone,
'Til they were vanquished, all but one:
Defiant in her fight.
Her brothers on the field lay slain,
He would not see her die in vain,
In grief, cried "Yield!" to her again,
That good and gentle knight.
He could not strike; his shield dropped low,
She lifted sword against her foe,
They did not see the far-off bow,
Its arrow loosed in flight.
A sharpened thorn, a searing brand,
A shot the elf could not withstand;
The sword fell lifeless from her hand,
With drops of crimson bright.
He said no word, he made no sound,
But caught her, falling to the ground.
Her dark hair flowing, all unbound:
A veil as black as night.
And up around him came the call,
That celebrated Dalish fall,
The cry of vic'try came from all,
Except the silver knight.
The glimmer of his helm and chain,
Now dull with dark and bloody stain.
He looked and saw upon the plain,
The dying elven light.
Elf sword in hand, heart filled with woe,
No one would ever see him go,
But with a solemn prayer, spoke low,
He vanished into night.
They say he rode on easterly,
The sword he placed beneath a tree.
And there remained, on bended knee,
That grave and mournful knight.
Yall joke about elfroot being thedas weed when blood lotus is canonically established as the party plant
Do not try to get out of this. We were told you were the best. That is why you were contracted. Was it not you who obtained the two hundred white blooming rose bushes for the empress's Winter Ball last year? The Comtesse has been infinitely patient ;til now, but she doesn't understand why it is so hard to fill the garden pool. She wants no more excuses. And no, she will not compromise with the dawn lotuses. They're white! The flowers have to match the silk canopies. It is crucial! Dark purple. Dark red. Do not try to frame this as a safety issue. The guests will be perfectly safe. Why, if they experience any hallucinations from the concentration of lotus essence in the air, I'm certain it will only make the evening more thrilling. I don't care if you have to send someone to some Fereldan peat bog to get it all. Just do it!
A note from Chamberlain Laurent to Grand Gardener Umbert Vauclain, over the decorations for Comtesse D’Arnee’s summer garden party
According to gossip in Val Royeaux, the chamberlain did succeed in convincing Grand Gardener Vauclain to provide four hundred and twenty lotus plants. The party was considered by most to be a roaring success, even though the evening concluded with at least twelve guests asleep on the lawn, three in the pool, and one lady losing several teeth trying to take a bite out of a marble statue of the comtesse’s father, which she was convinced was made of cake.
Letter from a Crow
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