Thanks for the tag @noire-pandora and @kittynomsdeplume
I still got three WIPs going, but they're actually moving again, so that's something! 🎉
One is almost done (I think. Getting a second opinion) and one needs a lot of work, so here is a sample from the one that is juuuuuust right.
Welcome to chapter 8 of I'm Sorry I Ruined Your Party (affectionately nicknamed SIRYP) my POV rotating fever dream currently set during the end of Dragon Age 2, Act 2. This chapter is from Seb's POV.
The streets were deserted, even the roguish thugs which normally stalked their shadows having been banished by the Qunari threat. Some would have called the silence unnerving, Sebastian found it calming. It provided the perfect atmosphere for contemplation over the days events. He prayed as he walked, thanking the Maker and Andraste for end of the conflict and for keeping his compatriots safe. He knew what the others would say: it was their prowess and strength which had done that, not the Maker or his bride. Sebastian knew better, for it was the Maker who had granted them those qualities which had allowed for success. It was also by the Maker's grace that the elvhen woman had appeared, Andraste's ever reaching mercy directing her blade to save the people of Kirkwall from the Qun's oppression. Himself included. Had it not been for her quick disposal of the despot, the house of the Maker would likely have been an early target of his tyranny, leaving the populous without respite and himself without a home.
He had never properly thanked her, he realized shamefully. A glaring oversight on his part, but one that luckily he might be able to correct.
Sebastian changed direction, turning towards Lowtown. Hawke had invited the young woman to accompany him and the others to the Hanged Man. He couldn't be sure she had accepted, but he suspected she would have. Even if she hadn't, however, the group may have an idea where she could be found. It was his best chance in any case.
The serene quiet faded as he approached Lowtown, for the lower reaches of the city never truly slept, but even this part of the city had been muted by the chaos. Doorways and filthy alcoves which normally housed urchins and beggars were vacant, their usual residents seeking shelter at the Chantry Darktown. Their absence hastened Sebastian's journey, as it was his custom to stop and offer aid to those he encountered, and he reached the Hanged Man in only a few minutes walking. Even from the street it was clear that the threat of annihilation had not dulled the rowdy nature of the bar's occupants, in fact upon pulling the door open Sebastian was met with a wall of bodies which he had to force his way through even to gain entrance.
The denizens of Lowtown had apparently developed their own method for seeking comfort in dark times.
I know it's late but tagging anyway: @hezjena2023 @jrastegar @the-cryptographer @frostyfelassan @fiannans @sugawara-kkoushi @crown-laurel @lrmeland @starsandskies @cassipie
