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If I had to use D&D alignment system Darrian would be Neutral Good. He doesn’t mind breaking some rules if its in the interest of justic or to help the weak and protect. He’s patient and likes to hear both sides of a story before making decisions. He is generally easy going, and it takes a lot to make him real angry. Once he establishes bonds with people he becomes protective of them and cares almost like they are family.
How does your Tabris go about asking Alistair to do the ritual? Also, your art is amazing and hilarious.
But why did u make him the king? Oo he didn't even wanted to be king. Sorry for asking, just wonder
she was not a fan of the alternative
blood magic can’t fix everything
warden and alistair
(have a photo by one for reference.but i don’t remember what was that.)
Strikhedonia - Any character you like! :)
The pleasure of being able to say “the hell with it.”
Alistair x Warden, pre-relationship, sickening fluff
“Wynne, please, just once more?”
“That’s what you said last time, Alistair.” Wynne took another slurp of her stew, not bothering to look up from her bowl.
“I know, but this time is different, I swear. I can’t very well give her this pathetic thing, now can I?” He waved the bruised and flattened rose in front of Wynne after looking over his shoulder (again) to make sure the party hadn’t returned early.
Wynne tossed her spoon into her empty bowl with a loud clink before swiveling on the log to face him. “You should have thought of that the last time I helped you. Every time I cast a spell on that rose, it only gives you an excuse to avoid telling her how you really feel. You’ve had that since we left Lothering - how long ago was that?”
She knew exactly how long it had been, she just wanted to hear him say it. Alistair sighed. “All right, you’ve made your point. I know it’s been months, but every time I think about telling her, I just…I just…” A strained noise came from his throat.
Wynne was surprised to see the rose trembling in Alistair’s hand. She placed her hand over his to still it. “Oh dear, you’re terrified, aren’t you?”
Alistair jiggled his legs up and down, staring at the rose. “Ridiculous, right? Yes, I’m terrified. Terrified of becoming king, terrified of this blight, terrified of having my heart smashed to bits if she doesn’t feel the same way.” He pulled away from Wynne’s grasp and stared into the fire. “I’m a coward, and she’s the bravest, most wonderful person I’ve ever known. Why would she want to be with someone like me?”
Wynne had never heard him speak this way, so insecure and raw. She gently tugged his jaw so that he was facing her.
“Now you listen to me, Alistair Theirin,” she scolded, “I will not sit here and listen to you talk about yourself that way. I have seen you time and again run straight into battle without hesitation, how you taunt enemies away from the others and take all the hard blows and cracking wise all the while. You are a Grey Warden and you have the honor of being counted amongst the most selfless, bravest warriors in the history of Thedas. And not wanting to be King only means you’re smart enough to know what that entails and care little for power. So don’t sit there and tell me you’re a coward just because you have some romance jitters.” She smiled at him, her voice softening. “You know, the more of a wreck she makes you, the more you know it’s real.”
He snorted. “I don’t know if I can handle the realness, then.” He twirled the rose between his fingers.
“I wish I could tell you that it will definitely work out for the two of you, but it’s not for me to say. What I can say is this; life is very short, even more so for a Grey Warden. Please, don’t squander what little time you have left. You have to try.” Wynne’s palms began to glow with a pale white light.
Alistair’s face was awash with relief. “You are the best, anyone ever tell you that?”
She jerked her hands back. “Not so fast. Look me in the eye and promise me Alistair, swear to it, that you will give it to her tomorrow, or so help me, I will tell her myself.”
His face fell. “You wouldn’t!”
“I would, and I will. I wish it hadn’t come to this, but you’ve forced my hand. The Landsmeet approaches. Now swear it!”
“All right, all right, I swear, I will tell her tomorrow! Just - please.” He held out the rose.
Wynne hovered her hands over the flower and bathed it in her healing light. The petals plumped and returned to their original pink hue, the stem became strong and green again.
Alistair held the flower to his nose and inhaled, it was just as fragrant as the day he’d picked it. He hopped up from the log and planted a big kiss on Wynne’s temple, grinning from ear to ear like an idiot.
“To the void with it. What’s the worst that could happen? Some awkward moments and hurt feelings? It’s not like my stupid confession will somehow make the blight any worse.” He paused. “Thank you, Wynne. For everything.”
She could have told him that he needn’t worry, that his fear of his feelings being unrequited were entirely unfounded, that the Warden had made some confessions of her own to Wynne, but she had been sworn to secrecy, as much as it had been killing her to watch these fools dance around each other for months now.
Instead, she said, “Good night, Alistair. And good luck.”
The Grey Wardens hold a lonely vigil, enduring lives of hardship and sacrifice to protect the world from an evil that can never truly be conquered. Few would volunteer for this: the suffering, isolation, and promise of a violent death. But the path of a Warden is also one of valor, and those who give themselves to the cause are rewarded with the knowledge that they have become something more than they were. Blackwall is one of the rare few Wardens who chose, of his own accord, to pick up the shield. He believes so wholeheartedly in the noble ideal of the Grey Wardens that he would rather have this life than any other.
Schmooples II: King Alistair cosplay Also featuring Boulette as the Hero of Ferelden!
Because we all know that Leliana would totally dress up her nugs <3
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I’ve seen a lot of artists here on tumblr play with restricted color palettes, and I wanted to try that, maybe with something simple. I’m not entirely happy with the results (I actually added an overlay in the end to adjust colors), but well… here it is!
Nugs are my favorite I want 19
I just realized I am Leliana.
Because my thought process involved Hawke flipping off the world, here’s a set of hands.
