The ongoing tale of my Rook in one place

Part 1 - The Bit Before The Beginning

Part 2 - The Actual Beginning

Part 3 - The End of the Beginning

WIP Wednesday and Last Line Tag

Cheers to @biowaredisasterbisexual for the tag.

WIP:

Just some dialogue I’ve been working on for an age.

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“Varric skipped over this bit?”

“Yeah. We er, we left the dock and made straight for High Town.”

You couldn’t even call them shacks. Rook. was pretty sure they’d have to have at least four walls to qualify.

“The Anders is basically barren. Hardly anything grows there and there’s nothing to trade. But I know farmers, poorer than poor, who live better than this. This is, I can’t describe it. This is the capital. Of Tevinter.”

“Well Minrathous looks to excel in all things. Iniquity included. Come on let’s give you a real tour.”

Last Line Tag

From the recently posted https://www.tumblr.com/bestboyargos/805115366219104256/i-return-from-the-hell-of-work-decorating-and

“We will talk about this, and I will get you your answers. I just don’t know if they’ll lead to a happier ending. It’s not really our style is it? But I’m with you Trouble all the way. “

I return from the hell of work , decorating and family drama to bust through my writer’s block with an OC lore dump. Codex Style.

Enjoy my musings on the consequences of magic being a commodity bringing out the worst in people

Codex Entry. A letter from Rook, on Names

With notes from Neve.

Words With Friends DEFENESTRATION.

So I saw @biowaredisasterbisexual post on this. Loved it as usual (and one step closer to seeing Octavian’s nose get broken).

Haven’t written in a while, works been hectic, but had to put something together for this. It’s probably one of my favourite words in the English language. Like at some point in history this was happening so often people were like we need a special name for this.

Anyway have some Emmrich and a tiny bit of Neve/Rook

Trying to get back into the mind of my rook by sleeping on a couch for a week.

But mainly because it turns out you can use too much bleach when cleaning and I can’t sleep near my bathroom because it’s still giving me headaches.

WIP Wednesday

Trying to write Bellara is a bit more challenge for me

Anyway - after the dragon attack it goes a bit like this

Tiny bit of Neve x Rook if you really squint.

So I took a small break from Veilguard / Veilguard writing to play Sword of the Sea. 10/10 highly recommend, fucking beautiful game. Got obsessed, needed to platinum it and did.

Then I booted up Veilguard again to get some screenshots and now my head is exploding with ideas and dialogue again. Too many ideas, too many scenes, I need them out. So I can sleep.

I mean I could just lore dump everything about Corin. No one can stop me doing that amd writing his story anyway…

WIP Wednesday

Cheers for the tag @biowaredisasterbisexual

I’m still trying to figure out where this sits in my series but hey, least the lad has a name now.

Rook accepted the cup she handed him and he drank it without comment. He was either incredibly polite or unable to taste. Given he had travelled with Lace for a year, she suspected the latter.

“Thanks. Listen. Neve I, I wanted to apologise to you.”

“For?”

“For how I acted when we first met, for implying I didn’t trust you. For calling you a liability when we met up with the Veil Jumpers. It all came out, well, harsher than I meant.

Neve took a moment to study him. He sounded sincere. And the look on his face as he waited for her response was unsure? In their interactions so far Rook hadn’t presented as someone overly concerned with what people thought about him.

“We met under a hole in the sky raining demons. You did trust me at the ritual site and you made the right call about me staying with Strife’s team. I wasn’t in top form.” She leaned back in her chair, the twinge in her ribs reminding her that he’d been right about her injuries. “But look if it makes it easier for you, I accept your apology. So there, case closed. No point dwelling on it.”

He let out a short burst of laughter, “That easy?”

“Yes.” She shrugged.

Rook laughed again, before his tone turned serious. “Look, with one obvious exception, Varric throws his lot in with good people. He knew you’d point us in the right direction, so I do too.”

“I’m sensing a ‘but’.”

“I get going back to Minrathous, your contacts are there. But I’m uneasy about the Crows, I won’t lie. Especially hiring one who kills mages for a living. If they’re the type to ignore the difference between a Venatori and a mage from Tevinter?” Rook put his own empty cup down and turned to face her fully. “I won’t bring anyone into this team who’s a threat to us. To you. I have your back.”

There was no uncertainty about him now. The grit in tone, the steely glint his mismatched eyes.

Maker, he meant it. With everything in him.

“Well, aren’t you sweet.”

“I don’t know about that. But while we’re clearing the air,” he held out his hand, “I don’t mind Rook at all, but my name’s Corin.”

These pornbots are really into dragon age fanfics.

This story now alternates between Rook and Neve’s perspectives.

When the ice dome came down, it disintegrated in a calm and controlled fashion. It didn’t splinter apart violently like some released spells he’d seen. It told Rook the mage behind it was the winner. And she was was.

This was the Neve Gallus, their last lead. Only she clearly wasn’t in need of a rescue.

White coat, weird hat, no obvious armour, typical of a mage. She casually greeted Varric and Harding while pulling a small staff thing out of the back of a fallen opponent. More littered the ground around her. Lace and Varric always called her a Detective and he’d not been quite sure what that entailed. Wardens had hunters and torturers when it came to gathering information. But this was good. She looked good. Like nothing he’d expected but clearly capable judging by the state of the Venatori she’d left in her wake. Rook ran his eye over her again, this time noting the prosthetic leg but she appeared uninjured from her fight and calm despite the chaos raining down on them. She wouldn’t hold them up.

He pulled his helmet off. The visor was ruined and caved in on the left side. He tossed it and pushed his hair back out of his eyes. He quickened his pace to match Neve’s.

“We haven’t got a lot of time. Varric said you had a lead on Solas?”