13 with Errol!
OC Codex Prompts
13. transcript of an interview with your OC
Set in the neirrolverse with @my-da-phase’s Neilar Lavellan as Inquisitor
BB: I’m Belinda Belinas from the Herald’s Herald, bringing news of the Second Inquisition to the peoples of Southern Thedas. Today’s exclusive is an interview with Ser Errol Trevelyan, a knight of the Inquisition. Thank you for agreeing to join me today. (Answers may have been condensed or edited for clarity.)
ET: I really can’t talk right now.
BB: But you already agreed!
ET: I said not now, I didn’t... Just keep your voice down, alright? You’ll give away our position if you continue on like that.
BB: That I can do. Now, what’s the Inquisitor like?
ET: How do you mean?
BB: Personality, temperament, religious devotion, that sort of thing.
ET: I’m not comfortable putting my words into anyone else’s mouth. Ask him directly.
BB: Then let’s start by having you give us your general impressions of Inquisitor Lavellan.
ET: As a leader or as a friend?
BB: Do you count him as both?
ET: I do. Having to bear the weight of the world would wear on anyone, I don’t doubt, but the Inquisitor does so with a grace and determination unparalleled by any since the time of the Maker’s Bride. That I personally have lived this long is thanks in no small part to his keen elvhen senses and—
“I never said that!” Errol growled, crumpling the gazette’s thin pages with enough force to worry a more casual observer.
Intrigued, Neilar bent just enough to retrieve the gossip column from Errol’s grasp. He found the offending pages rather quickly and skimmed no more and a handful of sentences before laughter overtook him.
“It’s not funny,” Errol continued, his earlier gruffness now more akin to a whine, “and it’s certainly not true.”
“No need to reassure me there,” Neilar teased as he met Errol’s gaze. “That they wrote you comparing Andraste and myself favorably is a dead giveaway.”
His smile wore into a cringe a few more times as he read on, but his face softened again as he set it down for good. “Even if they didn’t quote you exactly,” he continued, his voice falling lower, “it’s nice to know they still captured at least some of your sweetness.”
Errol turned to face Neilar with a fond frown. “It’s not sweet to speak of you in glowing terms, love. You wouldn’t call a rooster sweet for calling out the return of the sun. Some things just are; their own inherent light shines through no matter how clumsy the telling.”
“You only say that because you love me,” Neilar quipped back.
“Well...” Errol flushed a little even as he lifted a hand to brush a few errant strands of Neilar’s hair out of his eyes. “That I do indeed.”
















