#dawn laidir

[crimsontentacles]

I remembered this image existed and knew exactly what to do with it.

[benipray]

wahhhh first sketch of my Rook ✨🌊

[crimsontentacles]

During her time in Lords of Fortune, Dawn had been a bit of an archeologist, and Shathaan came in to fill for her when she left.

I like to think she still likes to pour over some findings of her travels in the quiet calm of the meditation room.

[crimsontentacles]

Varric gave her that nickname. Rook. "You are a fan of straightforward solutions, huh?" Like a rook on a chessboard, charging ahead with singular focus.

"If it solves the problem, why complicate it", she joked at him then. But the truth was, as much as she wasnt ready to admit it, that she was scared. Always scared. That's why she yearned for the battlefield, the simplicity of violence, of adrenaline filling her veins and erasing everything besides the singular purpose: survive. Get to the other side and overcome everything that stands in her way.

It's when you start considering all the paths ahead, all the possibilities, when you follow a train of thought to its destination - that's where the real monsters lay.

She never came back home after her mage training. After the letters stopped coming and noone could tell her what happened to her fathers, she only made vague attempts at investigating. She was scared of coming home and finding it quiet, still and abandoned - but even more terrified of coming back and finding them, safe, sound and happy.

Without her.

"They just disappeared" was an answer she could live with, a wound if she could not heal, then at least cover -- while the possible truth had the potential of shattering her to pieces. It was easier to leave it behind her.

Just another square on the chessboard.

[crimsontentacles]

Dragons? Aged Veil? Guarded Tits? Out

I am being forcibly removed from the streets of Minrathous

[crimsontentacles]

Dawn Laidir, a Rook who's just really trying her best