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A little doodle for @tranquilweek! Today's prompt was Mage Rebellion.

This is also inspired by my ongoing Tranquil!Hawke longfic Your Fading Light (updating soon!)

[tranquilweek]

Welcome to Tranquil Week!

Join us for a week dedicated to exploring the Tranquil characters from Dragon Age!

To participate, create a fanwork (art, writing, podfic, moodboard, etc.) that features a canon Tranquil character (list here!) or a Tranquil OC. Then post your work here on Tumblr from August 25th - August 31st and tag @tranquilweek so that we can reblog your post. If you have a question that isn't answered in this post, send us an ask!

Optional Prompts

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You are welcome to follow our daily prompts, but it's not required! As long as your creation features a Tranquil character and follows our guidelines, we'll reblog it here.

Submitted creations must adhere to the tagging requirements detailed below and in the post here. Creations that are improperly or inadequately tagged will NOT be promoted on this blog.

This event is not a moral statement about the Rite of Tranquility. Exploring darker or potentially triggering content in fiction is not an endorsement of that content in real life. Tranquility is an element in Dragon Age canon and this event will not pass judgment on how participants choose to explore Tranquility in their works.

That being said, this event will not tolerate or promote:

Harassment of fans or moderators, including unkind or needless criticism of individual players' choices

Character hate or bashing, including blanket hate or bashing of Tranquility, the Chantry, Templars, Mages, the Circle, or other elements of Dragon Age. Criticism and critique of these elements are allowed as long as they are presented in a respectful manner.

Callouts or intentionally inflammatory language

Hate speech or bigotry against any particular group of people (minority & majority groups alike)

Art, writing, or other works created using generative AI, such as ChatGPT or Midjourney

Remember: don't like, don't read; ship & let ship; your kink is not my kink - and that is okay! If you cannot agree to these terms and participate in good faith, this may not be the event for you.

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guns (anything to do with them)

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Prompts

Use of prompts is optional! Mix and match, switch the days, don't follow our prompts, or don't use prompts at all, as you prefer.

Any form or level of human-made art is allowed! Drabbles, sketches, fiber art, podfic - if you made it, it counts.

Sun 25: Enchanting || Rite of Tranquility || Skyhold Mo 26: Focus || Mage Rebellion || Kinloch Hold Tu 27: Logic || The Breach || Wonders of Thedas We 28: Free Will || Oculara || The Gallows Th 29: Research || Cure for Tranquility || Haven Fr 30: Dreams || The Harrowing || Ostagar Sat 31: Lyrium || The Conclave || Redcliffe Village

Alternate Prompts: A once fond memory || The Fade || Spirits & Demons || The Gull & Lantern || A friend they knew before

✨We hope you'll join us in August and we're excited to see what everyone creates!✨

[flowersonpebbles]

Rite of Tranquility- Day 1

Jowan thought Dallas might have taken him with them after he helped keep an eye on Connor whilst they left for aid from the Circle, from their home that they both only knew for most of their lives... Dallas did not take him, merely said that Jowan did in fact aid in keeping the people in the castle safe after they left for more help... Eamon did not care, he was still sent off, back to the Circle for them to punish him for being a bloodmage... poor Lilly... she must have been just as frightened as he is now.

He stares sadly down at the lyrium brand, burning with white fire. The rod shaped like the sunburst symbol so fondly looked upon by Andrastians... Jowan blinks back tears before just squeezing his eyes shut, pursing his lips to try and stop them from trembling as he's held down on his knees by Templars surrounding him.

"Dallas, do you ever think the Tranquil hates us for being more like people than they ever will be..?" little Jowan asks, struggling to fall asleep. Dallas frowns deeply at the thought, hanging upside down to glare at Jowan.

"They're people like us, just different, Jowan. They're really nice and Owain even taught me how to read!" Dallas whispers earnestly, cheeks puffed up. "They don't hate us and we shouldn't be scared of them just because they're different than us, they still feel! They just express it differently!"

Jowan takes a deep, shaking breath at this little memory... he can only hope Dallas might come visit him then. After learning of Jowan's bloodmagic and feared him, then hopefully Dallas would no longer fear now.

Now he only needs to calm himself, there is no escaping this... he brought this upon himself, after all. He should have never dabbled with the forbidden arts...

He opens his eyes, steadying himself as he stares the rod down, gritting his teeth as it is pressed against his forehead, sudden magic coursing through his veins and then just bursting into... nothingness...

Jowan blinks slowly, jaw slowly going lax as the Templars let go of him. He stands up slowly, feeling a light headache at the front of his head. A headache that will never go away again, though...

Jowan stares at Dallas calmly, smiling ever so softly, "Dallas, it is good to see you again." his friend looks so much older than he should though, and sickly, even...

[inquisimer]

A Promise Kept

For @tranquilweek day 3: As Cassandra fights through the carnage wrought by the Breach, she searches for a sign that Regalyan survived.

read it on ao3 here!

Avexis & Cassandra, Minor Cassandra/Regalyan, Minor Cassandra & Cullen | Rated T | 1637 words | CW: minor character death

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Cassandra’s attention, which should have been solely on the demons pouring from the sky, was inescapably divided. Slash, parry, block—and search. She could not stop herself from hoping for a glimpse of unburned flesh amidst the wreckage.

Worse, she wasn’t even looking for the Divine. Or at least, not the Divine alone. The Maker and Andraste forgive her, but she wanted nothing more than to see Regalyan’s face, unconscious, perhaps, but alive, Maker please, if anyone is alive—

She slammed her shield against a shade’s hooded face and it dissipated back into the rift above. Not that it mattered. It would return, or another in its place. It was only a matter of time.

Still, they had to take the respites when they could. But as they broke to sit and rest their weary limbs, something brushed against the far edge of Cassandra’s awareness.

Something familiar.

“Galyan,” she breathed. The magic’s signature was unmistakable—she knew it well as the back of her own hand. Without a word, she leapt over a crumbling stone wall and sprinted toward it.

“Seeker?”

“Seeker!”

Her companions’ shouts were lost to the wind. Hooking her shield to her back as she ran, she focused her senses on the magic, Regalyan’s magic, letting it guide her up the hill, closer to the center of the temple. It grew and sharpened and clarified in her awareness, until finally it overwhelmed her and she skidded to a stop in what might have been the Temple’s foyer. She saw only corpses when she looked around, burned to a crisp as every one they’d found—

There.

Nearly invisible against the snow was an opaque semi-circle of magic. To Cassandra’s eyes alone, it pulsed and drew her in, the taste of bitter elfroot and a threatening storm on her tongue.

Regalyan had cast this spell, that much she knew for certain. She could only pray that he was the one beneath it, rather than one of the corpses littered around it.

“Seeker, what’s going on?” Varric, the apostate, and the Commander finally caught up to her, panting to various degrees. She heard the shink of Cullen’s sword as he, too, immediately saw why she had stopped.

“Wait,” she said, holding out a hand. “I know the mage who cast this. It is a shield. There is likely someone—or something—beneath it.”

“A survivor,” Cullen breathed. “Your mage?”

“Maker willing.” Taking a deep breath, Cassandra stepped within reach. “I will dispel the magic. If it is demons—“

“We stand ready, Seeker.”

Cassandra nodded. She reached for that place of peace and certainty within her, the font from which she drew her skills. Her gloved fingers brushed against the misty exterior of the shield and she pushed against its construction in the Fade.

It collapsed.

The entire party cringed as a scream of utter anguish cut through the momentarily quiet air. It reverberated within Cassandra as she realized that it was not Regalyan within the shield, but a woman. Biting back grief and anger, even as she understood what he had done, Cassandra fell to her knees and clasped the woman’s shoulders.

“Avexis,” she said, struggling to comfort the girl. What little instinct she had for this sort of thing was rusty from disuse. “Avexis, please. It is okay. You’re safe.”

“I’m not,” she cried. “He kept me that way, but he’s gone! He told me not to lose him, but I lost him, I messed up. Of course I did, of course I did—“

“You did not—“

That was the wrong thing to say. Avexis struggled against Cassandra’s grip. Around them, the Fade pulsed dangerously under the force of emotions she was failing to control. The air crackled and behind Cassandra a loud crack echoed as Avexis’ terror made itself know. If they did not act soon, her tenuous control would give way, and the Veil here was in no state to bear that kind of assault.

“Avexis, you must calm yourself,” Cassandra urged.

“I can’t,” she sobbed. “I don’t know how.”

“You do. Galyan was teaching you—”

Mentioning Regalyan was a mistake, as well. As soon as his name fell from her lips, a fresh wave of sobs overcame Avexis and Cassandra felt the Fade bow dangerously at her back. Then, that hiss and spark that was becoming all too familiar.

“Seeker, we must calm her!” Cullen snapped, the tension of days without sleep wearing through his patience. “If not by words, then by force—we cannot have more rifts opening!”

By force. Purge her, he meant. But as Cassandra stared down at the brand that no longer sequestered Avexis from the Fade, as she remembered Regalyan’s grief over the girl’s fate, years ago, she froze.

Demons spawned from the new rift; their talons clattered against the ice and screeching hisses split the air. Solas’ staff and Varric’s bolts whistled by with deadly accuracy, but there was only so much they could do. As Cullen said, they could not have more rifts opening while they had no way to close them.

A Silence was at the tips of her fingers. But Cassandra could not find the strength needed to call it forth.

She had so many doubts.

“Seeker!” Cullen’s boots crunched on the snow, closer now. If he recognized what ailed her, he did not berate her for it. His Purge took hold and reality reinforced its existence, tight and sharp around them.

Avexis’ sobs quieted, gentle hiccups through the tears still streaming down her face. It did not hurt her, Cassandra knew, not the way it did when called with intention. But somehow that did not soothe her conscience as it should have.

Cullen’s gauntlet fell briefly on her shoulder. “Take her back to Haven,” he said gruffly. “We will deal with the demons as best we can. Just get her out of here before it wears off.”

Cassandra scooped Avexis into her arms, and this time she gave no resistance. Just sobbed quietly, her tears streaking through the ichor and blood on Cassandra’s armor. She seemed unharmed, physically at least, but her psyche teetered precariously.

As they descended off the mountain, Cassandra’s exhaustion and grief coalesced into anger. Galyan had had enough time to throw up a shield, yet he used it to save Avexis, not himself. He was the healer—if he yet lived, they could save countless others. Many more than a single, unpredictable mage. His control was not so unstable that it would open yet more rifts, and allow yet more demons into the world.

If he had saved himself—oh, who was she fooling? All she could think was that if he had saved himself instead, her heart would be just a bit less broken. As it was, it beat a steady ache, weeping grief into her chest behind the stoicism that the people needed to see.

“I’m sorry,” Avexis mumbled. Her tears had slowed and though she spoke, she cast her eyes aside. “It should have been me.”

It was her own thought, reflected back at her, but shame immediately crashed over Cassandra. Of course Regalyan had saved her—hadn’t that been what he was after all along?

We failed her when we left her, Cassandra. I failed her. There has to be a way to make that right.

“He would not have wanted that,” she said. “He would never have been able to live with himself if he lost you again.”

“What good can I do?” Avexis sniffled. “I’m less than useful—I’m a danger.”

It might not even matter, Cassandra thought, looking up at the Breach. Justinia was dead, the sky torn open, the balance of the Fade and reality rent asunder. In all likelihood, they would be overrun with demons in a matter of weeks, and dead long before then.

“You do not have to be useful,” she said, belatedly, climbing the wide steps to the healer’s cabin. “You can simply be. What the future holds beyond that…well, the Maker knows, and you will find out.”

She stopped short of telling Avexis they would keep her safe. A promise she knew Regalyan had made—but that guarantee had died along with him. But it was not a function of who, or what, she was. They could no more keep Avexis safe than anyone else in Haven.

As she laid the woman down on one of Adan’s empty cots, a breathless messenger burst through the door.

“Lady Cassandra, Lady Cassandra, urgent word from the commander—“

She caught the messenger, by the shoulder, holding him upright as he swayed. He was a boy of few summers, swimming in a hood several sizes too big. “Slow down and breathe. What has happened?”

“A woman—there was a woman in the Temple! A dwarf! She fell out of a rift! And her hand—”

“Fell out of a rift…” Cassandra’s eyes widened. “A survivor? A dwarf? And what is this about her hand?”

“It’s magic like—“ the messenger gestured upward, where the cabin roof hid the Breach from sight. “All—green, and going crazy!”

Cassandra’s hand flew to her sword. “Back up the mountain,” she ordered. “Fetch the apostate, Solas. I want him in the Chantry at once.”

He pressed a fist to his chest and vanished, slipping and stumbling in his oversized boots. She started to follow him out, then remembered why she was here, and looked back at Avexis’ frightened, but curious face.

“Stay here,” she said, trying and mostly failing to soften her voice. “Rest.”

She took off for the Chantry, tamping down the hope that wanted to leap in her chest. If this survivor had any information, any explanation—

Maybe they would be able to save these people after all. Maybe, just maybe, if the Maker was merciful, Galyan hadn’t died in vain.

[tranquilweek]

Known & Conditional Tranquil Characters

For the purposes of this event, your creative works must feature one of these characters or a Tranquil OC. This includes formerly Tranquil characters that have been cured, but it does not include conditional Tranquil characters if they are never made Tranquil.

If the character has a dedicated page on the Dragon Age Wiki, it is linked here!

Known Tranquil

Avexis

Caleth the Renegade

Ceridweth

Clemence

Eddin the Meek

Eiton

Elsa

Embri of Gwaren

Felim

Helena

Helisma Derington

Karl Thekla

Maddox

Molly Hesslan

Orana

Owain

Pether

Pharamond

Tranquil Mage (Ostagar)

Tranquil Merchant (The Gallows)

Tranquil Proprietor

Conditional Tranquil

The Anchoress

Erasthenes

Feynriel

Gereon Alexius

Livius Erimond

[flowersonpebbles]

Cure for Tranquility at Haven - Day 5

Avexis tilts her head, staring at this Mother Giselle. The person with the glowing hand is now being called the Herald of Andraste. Avexis wishes almost she was the Herald... would she have been save then from possession and gotten her talents back completely..? She felt like herself once more, more awake than ever, when the Herald passed by her briefly. She has been cautious to be near them since then. Not wishing to be possessed... And now this Mother asks her if she'd ever want to be cured of Tranquility... what an odd question... she shakes her head, frightened at the thought, "I do not think it will be wise as the number of demons would leave me vulnerable to possession... I might experience feelings of discomfort over events that have occurred while I was Tranquil. I believe I can survive in this fashion but might not if I was made whole again." she whispers in a small voice.. careful to sound hopeful. She misses Galyan, she would have been able to confide in him... Cassandra is being so distant...

Avexis stares at the whimpering, defiled dragon. The same one from her dreams a few nights ago... it curses and screams at the monstrous man sauntering towards the Herald. She was trying to help with the trebuchets, aware and completely overwhelmed by emotions right now as she crawls back, tears streaming down her face. Screaming out her lungs as the avalanche comes down at them all with no mercy for who is below it. The dragon being forced to save this monster -this twisted creature- of a man. The snow crashing down, sending her down into a dark, freezing cave, after the Herald. The Herald clinging to her as they both tumble down deeper with the momentum of the avalanche. And at the touch of the newly unstable Anchor, she feels free. She feels everything at once, too much. And once everything stopped moving, she got up shakily and staggered further down the cave, trembling from the cold and feeling completely undone, no longer herself any more... not alone in her mind...

Nor will she ever be again...

How will Cassandra know...? Will she think Avexis dead - that it will be better off like that for her now?

[inquisimer]

the answer will be an echo

Day 4 of @tranquilweek! As Cadash & Avexis investigate Redcliffe Village, they learn what became of the other Tranquil.

read it on ao3 here!

Avexis & Female Cadash | Rated T | 1139 words | CW: implied/referenced abuse, chantry critical

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Cadash liked picking locks. It made Avexis wonder, as they waited outside the dilapidated shack in Redcliffe, if that was why the dwarf was always carting her places. She was a puzzle, an oddity—she wondered if Cadash simply saw her as a lock that could only be picked over time.

Well, she mused, thumbing the hilt of her dagger, hopefully she figures something out.

Being in Redcliffe made her itch. There were mages everywhere and odd magic on top of the rifts. It set her teeth on edge. The whole place was a disaster waiting to happen. Or maybe it had already happened. It was hard to say.

Their fear was as palpable to Avexis as her own. It hung in the air like a dense fog, coating her throat when she breathed and sitting on her skin like a cold, sticky sweat. Fear of the Templars, fear of the Breach, fear of the Tevinters and what their presence spelled for the mage rebellion.

Cadash grunted and the door clicked open, creaking ominously. Within, the cabin’s dirt floor was dappled with sunlight through the rotting roof.

“Why was it even locked?” Varric huffed.

They found out soon enough. Over a dozen skulls watched them from makeshift shelves, their empty eye sockets gleaming with Fade-touched crystals. Pointed stumps with odd runes etched into their ends were stacked against the wall and tipped over on the floor. When Avexis brushed her fingers across the runes, they flared a bright green.

For the briefest moment, she saw a face—square jaw, blank, gray eyes, freckles that sprayed up to the sunburst brand that marred his brow. Before she could dig up a name, or even where she knew him from, the vision was gone; the part of her mind that she knew was Cole slipped between her and the magic and whatever it meant.

And that meant only one thing. “Something's not right,” she murmured, skittering back a few steps. Cole was matching her rising panic with soothing comfort, but it was a cycle—the more he soothed her, the more she feared what, exactly, she needed soothing for.

She flinched at the too-loud crunch of parchment in Cadash’s fist. “That is fucked,” the dwarf hissed.

“I had noticed their disappearance, but imagined nothing like this.” Avexis could hear Cassandra’s scowl and that defensive mix of guilt and shame that the Seeker usually directed at her. A horrible realization was coming to her, sinking in her mind like boots in cold swamp mud. As if in a trance, she paced back to the shelf of skulls.

Varric coughed pointedly; she could feel his gaze boring into her. “Maybe we shouldn’t—“ he began loudly.

“It’s them, isn’t it?” she whispered. One hand cupped the smooth arch of a skull, thumb tracing the sharp edge of the dormant crystal. “We found the Tranquil.”

No one answered, not that it mattered. Their silence was all the confirmation she needed.

“Avexis—“

“Don’t,” she choked. Before she’d even taken a breath, her eyes glossed over with tears. She made no move to stem their tide. Her grief fell in heavy drops, each one sending poofs of dust up where it landed on the earthen floor.

Her other hand clasped the same skull and she stared into its empty sockets as though she could divine their identity that way. Who were you? she thought desperately. Did I know you? Is anyone missing you?

Of course not. No one missed the Tranquil. That was how this had happened; how the evidence of it existed right under the noses of the mage rebellion, and yet no one cared enough to know, or even ask.

Avexis trembled, an inappropriate laugh bubbling from her lips as anger ripped through her like an earthquake.

That should be me. Then, out loud: “I shouldn’t have— that should be me, too.”

“No.” Cassandra’s voice was closer than she’d expected and Avexis flinched. Her gloved hands caught the skull where Avexis’ grip left it bare and she slid it gently out of the mage’s grasp. Setting it back on the shelf, the Seeker put herself directly in front of Avexis instead.

“It should not have been you, and it should not have been them either.”

“Why don’t we mean anything to anyone?”Avexis whispered. She clenched her fists. “Why doesn’t anyone care?”

“Hey, we care.” That was Varric, and Cadash, coming closer as well but—thankfully—leaving the path to the door wide open. “We’re here, we see you. We care.”

“You see me,” she repeated, shaking her head. “As I am now. Would you still see me if I remained Tranquil? Would you have noticed that I was gone? Because apparently no one—” she gestured angrily to the shelves “—noticed them.”

Cadash caught Avexis’ fist in her roughened palm. “Hey. You’re right.”

“I—what?”

“You’re right,” Cadash said again. “The Circles used the Tranquil because they were conveniently controlled. Because the comfort of those in power was more important than those lives. Because they could.”

Her voice was steady and grounding. Though Avexis' sorrow remained heavy, the tension wound in her relaxed. She pressed her palm flat against Cadash’s and curled her fingers down over the dwarf’s blunted nails. As she searched her eyes for answers and assurances, the filtered sunlight shifted and caught the casteless brand burned into her cheek.

“But the Circles are gone,” Cadash said firmly. At her back, Cassandra scowled, but wisely bit her tongue. “We’re not putting them back unless we’re sure they can do better. For the mages, the Templars, and the Tranquil.”

Avexis exhaled slowly. She knew that was what Cadash thought, but it was good to hear her say it anyway. And yet—

“They’re still gone, though,” she whispered, nudging her chin toward the shelf of skulls. “They still died like that. Were murdered like that. It’s not something we can fix.”

“They were. And it’s not.”

“That hurts,” Avexis whimpered. She ground her teeth together. “It hurts, and I want it to stop hurting. How do I make it stop if I can’t fix it?”

“Sometimes, you can’t.” It was Varric who answered, but Cadash nodded. “Sometimes you just have to sit with it. It might never go away, but you’ll go on. And eventually, you’ll grow around it, instead.”

“That bloody sucks.”

Cadash snorted. “Yeah. It does.”

“Can we…” Swiping at her eyes, Avexis took a shaky breath. “I don’t want to leave them here. Not like this.”

“There is a Sister up the hill—“

“No.” Cadash cut Cassandra off. “We have time, and they deserve better than the Chantry’s biases. We’ll take care of them ourselves.”

Relief flooded Avexis where she hadn’t realized she’d grown tense. “Thank you,” she murmured, ducking her head. Cadash laced their fingers together and squeezed.

“Let’s go.”

[flowersonpebbles]

 A friend they knew before - Day 2

Dallas stares guiltily at Jowan... he heard what was done to him after Arl Eamon sent him back to the Circle, he just never had the balls to come see him, to just visit. Yes, Tranquil are people, but he knew Jowan wouldn't be the same as he remembered. And it was all his fault... Now Dallas visits his old friend before travelling to his beloved Zevran in the Northern parts of Thedas and he wishes to say his goodbye, for he knows his time for the Calling won't be far... he can feel it in his body.

Jowan stares at Dallas calmly, smiling ever so softly, "Dallas, it is good to see you again." his friend looks so much older than he should though, and sickly, even... "Now you will not have to fear me any longer, for I can no longer perform blood magic. I hope we can spend more time together again now, the Blight is over, after all." he offers softly, gesturing to a seat beside him at the table. Grateful to be home and having his friend here once more. But Dallas blinks back tears at his old friend's words, falling to his knees in front of him and clutching onto his hands gently...

"I never feared you, old friend. Not once. I trust you, I always did... I am sorry that you ever thought I feared you.." Dallas chokes out apologetically and Jowan is slightly taken aback by this response, frowning softly as he grips his hands in return...

"I... I am grateful to know this now..." Jowan admits tenderly, lowering his head for Dallas as the red headed-although beginning to gray- elf reaches up gently, tenderly caressing the now long healed sunburst scar. Jowan's eyes drooping shut, leaning into the cold hand... "But I sense this will be the last time we meet..." he whispers sadly.

Dallas swallows thickly, "Indeed, Jowan... old friend... I fear I'll not be returning from my trip abroad..." he admits with a rasp.

"I never blamed you... I still do not." Jowan offers gently, opening his eyes. Dallas laughing wetly, resting his cheek now on Jowan's knee, tears falling... Jowan staring at him intently to take all the details in so he won't forget his friend's face... he's gotten so thin.. so pale, his eyes are no longer pure green, rather a eerie blue-green... oh, how they both have changed...