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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!)
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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!)
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:
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...
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.
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
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?
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.
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...