7 for Alaris??? Such a cool list of prompts but I’ll limit myself to one lol
(From this ask game!)
7. someone describing a time your OC hurt them
The Inquisitor is not our friend.
Oh, sure, the Inquisition talks a good game about Andraste's Herald and the Lord Inquisitor chosen by divinity, but I'm telling you, I know that face. They can tell all the stories they like about the "noble Dalish", but I know a Kirkwall street rat when I see one, and I still have the dead friends to remind me of the dangers of falling for those pretty, innocent eyes.
You know I was stationed in Kirkwall in the days before that maleficar blew up the poor Grand Cleric. Some days I went down into Darktown with my team, looking for that damned clinic. We'd hear whispers about the maleficar's guard dog; some vicious creature he'd somehow convinced to protect him, keep us at bay. We all figured it was an urban legend. You know, a bunch of Darktown thugs teaming up to keep the Templars from doing their duty and hiding behind rumours of some beast to cover their tracks. We didn't know how wrong we were.
We didn't think anything of the little rat at first. Another skinny elf brat wandering around Darktown? Nothing special. He looked to be maybe sixteen or so at the oldest, with an untamed mop of red hair; nothing worth a second thought, really, but Ser Hugh always did have a knack for interrogating the young, pretty ones. He went right up to the kid. None of us heard the words exchanged, but we all saw Hugh go down.
There was no sound, no warning, not even a cry of pain. One second Hugh was standing there, the next he was on his knees, clutching at his chest. Of course we went for the rat right away; we knew magic when we saw it. He was fast, though. Ser Leona took a knife to her throat, and how he found that weak point I'll never know. Ser Emmett got hit with a blast of fire magic; I still see his face every time I close my eyes. I swear, the skin was seared off. His eyes melted.
But a little mage brat couldn't fight off three Templars at once. I managed to get him in the back with my sword before he could see me approaching. He managed to turn enough to meet my eyes, and I admit, I hesitated. His eyes were just so big and green... He looked almost innocent, even knowing what he was. It was only for a moment, but I couldn't bring myself to finish him off.
Then his eyes blazed red, and I watched the blood from the wound bubble like it was boiling. I've been a Templar for a long time. I know blood magic when I see it. But when the rat's hand clamped down on my wrist, I was completely unprepared for the pain. It was like he'd set my blood on fire. One second I was fine; the next, I was dying. I'd fought blood mages before, but I'd never met any capable of something like this. And the whole time those eyes just stared at me, like I was an insect he was examining before he crushed it.
I woke up on the edge of Darktown, hours later. I told the Knight-Captain what happened, but he never found anything. Not even Hugh, Leona and Emmett's bodies. He thought I was mad, had me sent off to Ostwick; I suppose he figured it was a nice, safe place to retire a broken Templar. But I've never forgotten that mage's eyes, and I'm telling you, I recognize our beloved Inquisitor. We can't trust-
-A half-finished letter, found tossed into a fireplace in the abandoned rooms of former Kirkwall Templar Ser Alton











