What a week! Last week was spent losing sleep over Willing and Able, but I now feel like I'm in a good flow with art stuff. I wanted to keep that energy going, so this week's focus has been: practicing rendering! Trying to work on capturing likeness! Also working on how to draw curls better! Theyāre still quite challenging so this one remains a WIP for now, but Iām going to continue practicing to see if I can do it better.
And with that, who's the star of this week's WIP? Teia, of course!
Here's a fun little card for her from the Between the Lines universe...
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Summary: A young Lucanis and Illario accompany their grandmother to a gathering of Crows in the wake of the deaths of most of their family. (1,325 Words)
Lucanis trailed behind Caterina as she walked slowly to the stage, a small part of her long shadow. It stretched so far behind her that she carried darkness with her through the room with each step. They were deliberate and measured, her cane making a distinct sound each time it struck the carpeted floor. The sound called ahead of her as a calculated announcement of her imminent arrival, heralding a woman who was capable even now of being no more than a rumor if she wished. Heads turned, watched, and in the darkness just beyond sight in the seats and balconies, gossiped.
"Is that her grandson?"
"Both of them."
"I can only see the one."
"The little one is hiding in his shadow. See there?"
"I thought they all died."
"No such luck. Maybe tonight we will find out who was reckless enough to fail."
Behind him, Lucanis could hear Illario's breathing as they both listened, but not much else. Neither boy made noise as they moved, feet as silent on carpet as they were on stone, wood, straw or dirt. Caterina had made it very clear as the both started their training that anything above silence was a failure which would have a reckoning, the consequences written clearly in her eyes. The woman who looked at them then was not their grandmother. Nonna. That word was couldn't contain even a fraction of what she wasĀ hereĀ to every other person in this room.
Talon.Ā FirstĀ Talon. A woman who held death in her hands like coin.Ā
Tonight she would give generously.
"That one looks too like his mother. Too sharp by half. It's in the eyes."
"As long as he isn't like his demon grandmotherā"
"Hush, Nero. They're both weapons, just like you or I."
"Speak for yourself, Valisti."
Lucanis slowed almost before Caterina stopped, his outstretched hand behind him lightly touching Illario's chest to stop his cousin just as she halted. The audience around them stilled where they stood, conversation dying out like the snuff of a candle leaving only the slightest acrid taste of smoke behind. Caterina's grip tightened on her cane as her eyes swept over the assembled Crows, lighting on one particular man with the crest of House Nero stitched into the leathers at his chest, stretched into a stylized crow feather pattern that ran up and over onto his back.
Caterina's eyes flashed as her hands moved with sudden precision. The cane whipped forward so quickly that it was only easily visible as the tip struck the man in the center of his throat. Aimed true, it slipped effortlessly by the guard and leather at his neck, hitting soft flesh with a sharp slap. It was withdrawn just as quickly as the man collapsed, choking and retching as he clawed at his neck.
The wake of silence rippled behind her as Caterina turned to move again, Lucanis and Illario at her side like sharpened daggers as she ascended the stage. Six other Talons regarded her warily as the last seat nearest hers remained conspicuously empty. A brief flutter of nerves ran through his stomach as Lucanis stepped forward to hand his grandmother a large, opal ring.Ā
"It was a present from your Nonna, Luca," his father had patted his head every time he had asked about the ring on his mother's hand, sized to fit over her gloves she wore when working. Each retelling of how she had earned the ring had grown more daring, bloody, and fanciful.Ā
He had held it in his fist that night, unwilling to let that piece of her go, even as he ran and hid from the knives that had chased him in the dark. Daring and bloody.
And unsuccessful. Dropped in desperation, only recovered as proof of his mother's death.
"It has been said that I am too told to lead. That I am a demon among Crows. That my family should give way to one more worthy."
Caterina tossed the words into the audience to see who would take them, spend them. None rose to the challenge. She put the ring on the middle finger of her left hand, and reached down with her right as Illario lifted a dagger into her hand with precision. She held it up briefly, and slid it into a waiting scabbard at her side.
"Whose is it?" Lucanis had asked Illario when he took the dagger out of its hiding place in a pile of fabric. He had admired the clean lines of the pommel and blade, so much smoother and unembellished than the ornate weapons he had seen his mother wearing.
"My father's," Illario had said quietly after a long pause. He had always been the more talkative of his cousins, but he hadn't said very much after they had joined Caterina at the Villa. "AbueāĀ CaterinaĀ gave it to him when he wasn't a Crow anymore. But still a Dellamorte."
"It took three days for aĀ lesserĀ House to try and put mine to rest," Caterina's eyes swept the room, so silent Lucanis wondered if anyone still breathed. It was impossible to see past the footlights which burned bright enough to cast their own shadows into hers onto the backdrop.
"It took me less than one day to burn their own House to ashes and leave nothing of them for anyone to remember aside my own name as their executioner," she rested her hand on the dagger at her side and gave a quirk of her mouth that should have been a smile. "This is what waits for any who cannot complete their contracts. You know this."
"A Crow always completes their contracts," one of the Talons strode forward to stand just back from her side, the silver in his hair a highlight and reminder that his age was not much less than Caterina's. He was joined one by one on either side by the remaining five, flanking her evenly like wings. "And the Crows always have eight Talons. What is your will?"
Lucanis was already handing Caterina the envelope that had been concealed in the front pocket of his leathers when she stretched her hand to take it. In the bright light of the state, he and Illario matched, fledglings in baby feathers of no distinction aside the Dellamorte family crest marked in silver and gold on their shoulders and chest. The design was carried onto the parchment Caterina unfolded.
"Arainai," she handed the paper to Emil Kortez, who Lucanis finally recognized now that he could see his eyes under the stylized metallic mask that he wore. He had been one of the Crows who had delivered him to Caterina. He wore the mask of studied friendliness that night in place of the silver. Lucanis preferred him tonight, sharp edges and promised violence.
A murmur went up among the Talons and crowd, but Lucanis could hear more agreement than confusion or questioning. He risked a quick flick of his eyes towards Illario, and could see he felt the same way as their eyes met. They both looked up as Caterina placed a hand on each of their shoulders, then out to the side of the stage where the current head of House Arainai ascended to join their fellow Talons.
"Good," Caterina nodded to them as they took their place, and then the audience as goblets were handed around to each Talon behind her. Her own glass was delivered by Emil himself. "To the Eighth Talon and the Crows. May we never bend a knee to crown or conqueror."
"The Crows Rule Antiva!"
The room erupted in a cheer, and after Caterina had taken a long drink from her cup, she looked down at Lucanis and Illario with a look of satisfaction. Passing the goblet off to a Crow Lucanis did not recognize, she swept both boys into her shadow once again to exit the stage. Both trailed behind, silent, waiting and following until the next chance for them to prove they could be of use.
When you first arrive at the Cantori Diamond, there are no banners hanging. But as you progress through the crows questline, they appear. Moreover, the cut conversations with Fletcher reflected each state.
Before A Slow Poison quest is completed, there's no banner hanging there.
If A Slow Poison quest is completed, Fletcher's banner can be seen next to their store. If the player saved Minrathous, it'll disappear later, along with Fletcher themselves.
After completing For the Love of Treviso quest, three banners of de Acutis (Neri and Noa's house) appear in the casino. I think it's because they were actively involved in that quest earlier.
And after completing A Time to Kill quest, the final two banners of Egrativi (Jacobus' new house) are hung.
Unlike Fletcher's banner, the city choice doesn't affect the others.
There's still some space left in the hub, but I don't know if that means there was supposed to be another banner here, or if it's just to make the crow statue at the entrance visible.
In the game, conversations with Fletcher are disabled, although there's still a change in the environment.
Much like in my Evil Rook AU, Abel is captured by Venatori mages and slowly transformed into a perfect weapon and sleeper agent through blood magic, torture, and isolation.
This time, however, Rook has the chance to save him before the worst can happen.
By the time you rescue him, the experiments have already begun, so his recovery becomes the central focus of his personal quests.
If Abel is never recruited (you can pick that option), he will later return as an enemy that you must kill. This will earn you an uncomfortable dialogue with Viago.
Little trivia about him as a companion...
-He will greatly approve of you punching the First Warden
-Abel will have a mean verbal altercation with Solas during the final battle. He resents him for using blood magic on Rook
-If you donāt romance him he will not romance anyone
-You can gift him a perfume
-If you are a De Riva and you killed Abel, you will have a more personal dialogue with Viago, who will openly reprimand you for it
-He has physical tics and they get worse if you donāt bond with him. They decrease when you progress in his questline.
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the fact that cassandra can burn the lyrium in someone's blood to torture them and we don't even get to see it?? bioware why load the gun if you're not gonna let it go off
Harding was the first to arrive, and that meant she was alone.
In the original scenario, Lace dies on Tearstone Island, and that tragedy had to repeat itself in this AU...
In every universe, Abel looses a friend because of his choices. Itās essential to his story, even if, this time, it isnāt truly his fault. He will blame himself all the same, should he ever be freed from this nightmare. Lace was a friend.
If you had to pick a character, from any universe, what would their dream house be?
I picked my Dragon Age character Alessa, and she would retreat to ātheir place.ā I canāt decide what the scenery would be, but I know it gives me Rivain vibes. The trio would love this place.
I bring you a Dragon Age Map with the OFFICIAL distances calculated in miles! Higher rez version here for the regular map and here for the map with extra large boxes to help with reading larger distances.
Details under cut.
So I had been on the hunt for a Thedas map that actually had any distances calculated on it for years. There's some fan maps, but none were official.
Well, imagine my shock when I opened my dragon age ttrpg book to find a map at the back that DOES include official distances!! If you have the book, check the back, it's glued in there.
I found no one had uploaded this map online, though. So I took a photo, lined it up as best as I could with a map I found online of the same style, and then pasted in the distance calculator in the corner. I then added a grid on top. I couldn't find a better way of doing it than 5 squares for every 70 miles, which means each square is about 14 miles. I thought that'd be easier to calculate than trying to break a 70 mile chunk down.
Then I realized by looking at the map that trying to calculate longer distances using that map will suck cause they're such tiny squares... so I added another grid on top to make it so the large grid is 70 miles. I included both versions of the map for anyone to use.
According to this map and some online calculators, Varric was wrong that it took Hawke 2 weeks to get to Kirkwall from Gwaren. it should have taken closer to 20 days. But eh, not too big an error and 2 weeks sounds neater. Plus, we know he's an unreliable narrator.
The funny thing is, it takes nearly (edit: MORE than) 2 weeks to get across Ferelden. On horseback. Warden was walking. Warden... how far did you walk... How many miles did you cover...
Anyone feel free to spice up the map however you'd like! I hope this is helpful for anyone out there!
Never realized that this wasn't already done by someone, I think just because I've seen so many versions relying on the other "official" scalings. Really cool to see this done!
I love (and lament) the variations of scaling across the different versions of the Thedas maps. So here are some fun facts about the scaling of this map because they're are just kinda neat.
Note: I'm putting official in quotes because there is next to no consistency and the ttrpg scaling actively contradicts most of the other canon travel times that it is definitely not the one being used by anyone in BioWare. Though sometimes used by novels and other 3rd party material. Officially for the ttrpg, they made some decisions that BioWare says is canon as long as it isn't directly contradicted by the games - which this is so really up to you.
- This is one of the "official" scales, there are actually about four or five depending on how you want to decide āofficialā. This scaling contradicts about 8 canon time travel points.
Daoās scaling - where it is a week to travel from Orzammarās entrance to the circle one way - Two weeks round trip.
One of the more common ones that OP probably saw was based off Varricās statements of travel times at the start of DA2. This person did a wonderful round up of distances that if you want to use the scale in this post you can convert.
Asunder asserts it takes a month to get to Adamant from the White Spire.
Last Flightās assertion that on horseback it takes 2 weeks to cross the Anderfels from Weisshaupt to the Wandering Hills. Which contradicts all scaling lol
Daiās scaling that says you can traverse all of Southern Thedas in a year. Which is 3 1/2x the size of Ferelden which is also traversal in a year (barely).
Dai also asserts it take a week for a letter (and Barris) to get from the Free Marches to Skyhold.
The official cookbook that says you can travel the entirety of Thedas in a year by carriage/on-foot. Which contradicts both dao and dai, as well as Varric's statement of travel times and all the novel travel times.
- This interactive map uses the scaling of a couple theories based on canon travel times. Which I think is neat and could be helpful for any map shenanigans you all may have.
- The printer map is about a half inch off from if you were to print out the WoT map (a version of the map op put the grid on, though that might vary depending on the image source. When making my consolidated map of Thedas there seems to be about a 1/2 to 3 inch wobble across any official map that can be found online or supplied through digital copies of the books. This is where my lamenting of the scaling variations comes from lol)
- Officially it is stated that Ferelden is the size of England. The ttrpg contradicts that. Which I saw somewhere in the reblogs that this scale puts it on par with Poland, which is about 2.35x bigger than England. 312,696km (poland) vs 132,932km (england)
- According to the ttrpg scale, Anders swam 13 miles / 20.92km to get to the docks when he escaped. It also makes it so the horizon for Thedas is further than that of earth by I believe by nearly triple the distance, which is super interesting. 13 miles / 20.92km vs the 4.97 miles / 8km
I think at this point the fandom as a whole said the warden had to walk a week or 2 to get across Ferelden, and itās a month to sail to Antiva 𤣠itās good to know thereās a map with distance now but a lil late lolol