#sandal

[wyvernscales]

And I do think they should’ve brought Sandal back in Veilguard, because if he made the trick lyrium dagger, handed it over, and said “Enchantment!” I wouldn’t even bat an eye or consider it a deus ex machina moment. Like yeah of course he could make a perfect copy, and it would be so similar that it could trick Solas. It’s Sandal.

The plot hole would be that his copy would absolutely be capable of rending the Veil.

[briccko]

Everyone is here!!!

[dragon-age-tournament]

Round #3 — Match 26 of 26

Justice

"justice is one of my favourite companions of all the games, he's wonderful! he fights the baroness because it is RIGHT, and he stays on as a warden to avenge kristoff's death because of course he would! he cares so much about kristoff's wife it is genuinely touching. (i also do think he just wants a lil love <3)"

"Justice, especially Awakening Justice where we truly get to know him, is so complex it makes my heart hurt. He was manifested into existence as a result of overwhelming pain and corruption, and was singlehandedly protecting dozens of souls against the Baroness. He is in love with the waking world almost from the moment he steps out, marvelling at the beauty of it all (especially the little things). He show's an immediate curiousity for his companions and tries to understand each of them even if it takes two or three passes to get to the heart of who they are, and treats them all equally. And despite his rigid sense of "Justice" he actually proves to be remarkably flexible in what that means, open to many interpretations. Plus the way he speaks and thinks is so satisfying to me, and a prime example of the complexities and nuances of Spirits that, aside from Cole, we really didn't get to explore anywhere else in the series. Then there's his relationship with Anders. I could write entire essays on those two, and how they were represented in DA2, but I'll let Nathaniel sum it up; "For life. For love. Perhaps together, you can do what they cannot do alone." (Side note: Nate's exasperated "I was hoping Justice would be the dominant personality." When he and Anders are reunited in DA2 lives in my head rent free, and shows how much Nate loved Justice. They were friiiiiiends! All the awakening crew were, and I love how they never really treated Justice as lesser. He was one of them.)"

vs. Sandal

"He is the best boy and king of enchantment 😇"

Who should advance?

Justice

Sandal

Voting ended onJan 18

[illusivesoul]

[resimlerin-dili]

[thelordoffortune]

One day the magic will come back.

All of it.

Everyone will be just like they were.

The shadows will part, and the skies will open wide.

When he rises, everyone will see.

-Sandal Feddic, DA2

[lulublack90]

Prompt 22 - Sandal

Wolfstar April 22, word count 527

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“Remus?” Sirius hissed as quietly as he possibly could. He didn’t think there were any of the intruders in this part of the castle, but he couldn’t be sure one wasn’t lying in wait. “Remus?” He hissed again, and a door opened further down the corridor. 

He froze in place, relieved when Remus’s sandy-haired head popped out of the doorway. 

“Sirius, in here,” he beckoned Sirius closer. 

“Wow, you have been busy,” Sirius let out a low whistle as he took everything in. Remus had laid everything out on the floor. A jar of honey. Two feather pillows, already torn open. A bunch of balloons and a tin of bright red paint. 

“I’m going to mix the honey into the paint and then pour it into the balloons. We can throw them that way and won’t have to get as close to those pricks running around the castle. Then we can spray the feathers on them.”

“Sounds good, but how do we stop them coming at us?” 

A sly smile spread across Remus’s face as he pulled out from behind the sofa a huge, clear plastic box filled with shoes. 

“I thought we could lob these at them,” he told Sirius, holding up a sandal. 

“Where are we doing this?” Sirius asked, trying to figure out how they could make Remus’s plan cause maximum chaos. 

“I was thinking we get the ones by the main entrance.”

“Perfect. Come on, my love, let’s go raise hell.”

They worked quickly, mixing the paint and honey together before carefully pouring the mixture into the balloons. They gathered everything together and made their way to the front of the castle. 

Sirius slowly opened the window above the entrance, praying with every inch he pushed it out that it wouldn’t suddenly creak and give them away. He and Remus held their paint bombs out over the ledge and looked down. Sirius’s heart pounded in his chest, and his blood rushed from his face. Down below stood none other than Orion and Walburga Black themselves. He clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes. 

“Now,” he whispered, and they dropped the balloons, hitting their targets with eagle-eyed precision and then released the feathers, clapping the pillows between their hands until the cascade of white feathers rained down on the sticky pair. 

Quickly, they hauled the box of shoes onto the ledge and upended it, raining boots, sandals, trainers, slippers and who knew what else down onto his parents and anyone stupid enough to be standing near them. 

“FUCK YOU!!!” Sirius screamed out of the window at them. Remus had to grab his collar to stop him from falling out; he was thrilled to see his parents sprawled on the gravel below.  

“YOU!!!” His mother screeched up at him, and it was time to go. 

“Come on, James is waiting,” Remus grumbled, yanking him back inside and dragging him out of the room and into an awkward, lopsided run. 

“That felt so good!” Sirius crowed, forgetting the castle was overrun by his parents’ minions. He quickly hushed himself and got his head back in the game. He was really looking forward to the next part. 

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