TMI Tuesday for Rag Tooth: Tell me something about her time between leaving the Circle and joining the Inquisition
RAG TOOTH!!!
Rag Tooth wandered the forests, leaving behind marks for way stations rebel mages could hide in during their journey to Redcliffe and not find trouble with the Templars. The fur draped over her shoulders held the chill at bay as the heavy spring rains drenched the very ground, every step with her heavy boots made a obscene wet noise.
Faint movement tugged at Rag Tooth’s sight, her masked face turning to the glint of armor just twenty paces from her. A Templar, lost, possibly wounded - even in these heavy rains she could smell the metallic tang of Lyrium. She crouched low, approaching the Templar like one would a rabid creature.
“You’re a long way from your betters, boy.” She hissed, pulling her staff from its leather strap, bladed tip aimed for the joint where his breastplate and pauldron met. “Pity.”
“Stay-stay back!” The Templar cried, his voice was young and inexperienced.
“There’s far worse than I that roams these woods, Templar. Chasind, wolves, bears, wayward hunters looking for a hole to bugger.” She teased him, noticing the nasty break in his leg. “Yet you’ve not tried to silence me, why?” She asked, still on guard.
“I’ve, I’ve.”
“You left without a philter, didn’t you?” Another question. She reached into her satchel, retrieving one of her own. “I bet you’d like this, wouldn’t you?”
“I’ll not take anything you have to offer, Apostate.” The Templar snapped, his tone giving away his impatience.
“Strong words now, Templar, let’s see how you fare come morning.” She pulled herself up a few branches, making herself comfortable as she watched him with cold, blue eyes.
“You intend to keep watch all night?” He cried up to her, she smiled behind her mask.
“I’m bored and weary from travel, watching you beg for Lyrium while the wolves gnaw at your maimed leg will prove quite entertaining.” Rag Tooth’s tone held no emotion.
“I’ll not beg for anything.” His words were tinged with fear as he drew his helmet from his head. He was young and something pulled at her heart, a memory -twisted and faded- of a Templar not much older than the one lying on the ground now.
“We shall see,” she said, quieter this time as she looked in the direction of a wolf’s howl. “We shall see.”
She has a name but remembers it as bitterly as she remembers the demons that attacked her all those years ago. ‘Never again’ she told her, ‘never again will I be weak.’
She is the Rag Tooth, a mage who promised herself to become a force vile creatures would be afraid to fight.
Here is a very rough sketch of Sienna Amell aka Rag Tooth. In a AU where Cullen became a Grey Warden, Amell was tortured by Uldred when he took control of Kinloch Hold. She fled the tower after it was freed by Cullen, Alistair, and their companions, becoming an Apostate and later joining with the Rebel Mages, fighting as one of Fiona’s fiercest mages.
Never again would she trust the likes of Templars or the Circle to protect her from demons, abominations, and other monsters. Never would she be the silly weak mage she sees her younger self as, nor let her fellow mages be at the mercy of their jailers, the liars that raised her to believe she would be safe within the walls of the tower.
She has a name but remembers it as bitterly as she remembers the demons that attacked her all those years ago. ‘Never again’ she told her, ‘never again will I be weak.’
She is the Rag Tooth, a mage who promised herself to become a force vile creatures would be afraid to fight.
Ahem, so earlier today, @captainceranna and I saw this amazing da2 shot of Cullen in Grey Warden armor, courtesy of the wonderful @r2smuse, we went back and forth, dragging each other deeper into the angst pit. These are a few drabbles I’ve written as we discussed this and I can firmly say that this is going to be expanded upon on it’s own little thing. Of course the ending is kinda given away, but there’s a whole helluva lot of juicy bits you don’t know as I’ve been plotting ALL NIGHT LONG!
So enjoy these little bits I have for you now.
(During the Broken Circle quest of Origins)
@captainceranna In for a pinch, in for a pound:
They reached the chamber, armored boots hitting the floor with heavy thuds. All came to an abrupt halt when Cullen stopped in his tracks.
“Why are we-” Alistair’s words rang hollow in Cullen’s ears as he spied the mage clutching her legs to her chest.
“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.”She repeated, her voice hoarse and Cullen could barely recognize the apprentice that had stolen his thoughts throughout each day.
Red curls were matted with blood and gore, robes torn and sullied from Mkaer knows what. It wasn’t until the party stepped closer that dark ringed, feral eyes shot up to meet them. Eyes that looked just as demonic as the fiends they had felled. Not a spot of white could be seen, rich dark blue wells black.
“No, you’re not real. I won’t do it! I’ll die here first!” She screamed, throwing her arm up as to summon something but her mana was focused on the barrier she raised.
“Sienna…” Cullen could barely manage, his voice choked with emotion. “What-”
“GO AWAY! YOU’RE NOT HIM! YOU CANNOT BE HIM!” She screached, her bruised lips curled into a snarl.
A hand rested on Cullen’s shoulder and he spun to look at his fellow Grey Warden, who just shook his head. The mage Cullen had fallen for was gone, left was a broken woman.
(Here Lies the Abyss)
oblivionscribe:
@captainceranna - I do not see this ending well for my Amell, she’s either going to end up made Tranquil or become a crazed Apostate.
{{-captainceranna - Ok ok but listen:
Amell flees the tower, becomes angry bitter apostate. Ends up in Redcliffe 10 years later with the mages, a little wiser and a little less broken. Joins Inquisition. Reunites with Grey Warden Cullen (instead of stroud, you have Cullen). And then…here lies the abyss…
WALLOW IN THE ANGST SCRIBEY. WALLOW IN IT!!!}}
Sienna stood with the Wardens and her fellow mages, body weary from battle as her battalion had provided crutial support for the Inquisitions forces. The advice Fiona had given Sienna proved most helpful during the battle, but now she waited for the Inquisitor, her companions, Hawke, and Cullen to walk back out of the fade. She gave orders to her men to prepare for demons, knowing well how the bastards work.
Her good ear listened for the crackle of Rift to change, but all was still - until the Inquisitor stepped through. Sienna pushed through to the front, staff gripped tightly in one hand. She looked over the faces that escaped as the Herald closed the rift.
One face was missing.
“Where’s Cullen?” Blue eyes looked on in horror.
(Post Inquisition pre Trespasser -roughly timed-)
{{captainceranna -You break my heart so good
#like I love angst#but only if there’s s happy ending to sooth the pain }}
Sienna was walking briskly down the halls of the Denerim palace, it had only been a few months since the defeat of Corypheus but she found them pleasantly busy as she held the new title of mage ambassador to Ferelden, speaking on behalf of those who once had little voice less they were silenced.
Things had changed so much for her over the course of twelve years. She had gone from a broken apprentice, to an apostate with the rebel mages, a high ranking member of the Inquisitions forces, and now holding this title (which off the record was just to show up Orlais’ Court Enchanter but she finally got to discuss problems Ferelden’s mages have dealing with, progress was being made.)
She missed Cullen, each day since the battle at Adamant Fortress, and she found herself shuffling through her pockets and grasping his coin when times seemed hard or the demons of her past came back to haunt her dreams. She visited the marker they made for him in Honnleath, made the trip every few months to pay her respects. It was there she had met his siblings, siblings she had known only through conversations her and Cullen shared in the tavern back at Skyhold…
She bumped into a firm body, startled from her reminiscing. She blinked and met a pair of amber eyes looking at her warmly.
“Your Majesty, I’m so sorry I’m usually not lost in thought…” She stammered a list of sloppy apologies while his honor guard and advisers looked at her. Even if peace had been met with the mages they couldn’t forget that she was one of Fiona’s most trusted during those years.
A quirked brow and laugh quieted her, “no harm done, I can assure you I’ve been through worse.” His Majesty laughed, “you’re new here, right? Some new position.”
“Mage Ambassador to the Throne of Ferelden and His Royal Majesty.” Sienna spouted off, a little pride in her voice.
“Well that’s quite a mouthful, and trust me I know mouthfuls, you wouldn’t have a name I could call you? I mean of course you have a name, I mean what can I call you because I am not going to remember all that.”
“Sienna.” She answered, cutting him off, “my name is Sienna.”
