Spider-Cass, Spider-Cass, can do whatever a spider can.

Alexandra: Aw. I'm touched. She shouldn't have. It ruins the surprises, no?

I love how in Inquisition, instead of letting mages just cast a powerful bolt of lightning or spear of flame, or allow rogues to detonate weaken stone walls, they just have the big burly warriors kick it with their meaty thighs (read it in the spongebob guy voice).

The idea that Leliana is the one also searching for the Herald with Cassandra and Cullen. The idea that now Leliana orders her scouts to begin to search, because the guilt is eating her up over their sacrifice they made for her.

Cassandra interrupting Leliana when the Herald is being introduced to the advisors will never not be funny to me.

Inquisitor: Theoretically, if I’m Andraste’s Herald, that means I have her on speed-dial right?

Cassandra: No, that’s not how it wor-

Inquisitor, shouting through a window: I want a pizza half-chicken and half-plain, with three sides of fries!

Cassandra: Are you serious?

Andraste: What drink do you want with that?

Inquisitor: A milkshake!

Cassandra: Are you fucking serious?!

Sinful Sunday

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Woven Memories

Chapter 1 - A Sea of Light

Year: 9:17 Dragon

The visitors poured through the gate in a river of gold and silver with banners withering overhead; banners of gold and green; of silver and blue; of black and crimson. The banners of House Trevelyan danced upon poles of polished silver, waving in the wind high up in the ramparts. The golden steed of Trevelyan reared upon its black stable in defiance, proclaiming its command over all the earth that it may step its hooves upon.

But, Amayian saw, there were others like it as well. The purple-black checkered field emblazoned with the silver steed of Trevelyan-Hasburn from Wycome; the silver-blue quartered with the black steed and golden rose of Trevelyan-DŐrthar from Hercinia. Cousins upon cousins that Amayian did not even know existed, yet somehow bounded by blood. The Trevelyans were a large family, his tutors often spoke of. One of the greatest houses in the Free Marches, spanning from the Trevalius in Minrathous to distant relations in Ferelden. Beside him, his younger brother, Rhyis, shifted on the balls of his feet, eagerness lighting his eyes and features. 

“Do you think Cousen Alexandra is with them?” asked Rhyis. The wind stirred his thick, wavy locks of russet-brown, falling like a crown of dark tendrils that framed his features. His face was soft, cheeks flushed with pink from the cold, and freckles dotted the bridge of his nose and splattered across the crimson and white skin. Like his sister, Ashania, Rhyis had their father’s eyes - violet that shone with a light which made them even brighter than Lord Rhyis’. He wore a black doublet, striped with trimmings of gold. A cape of golden-embroidered darkness tumbled down his slant shoulders, a white wolf’s fur trimming at its borders. It looked almost too big on him, but their mother, the Lady Jacqueline, had expressly instructed stern punishment was to be enacted on if she had seen his brother stripped of it. Even Amayian had been warned, and he had never been one to defy the will of the Orlesian matron.