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THE HEROES OF THEDAS | DRAMATIS PERSONÆ | TIMELINE
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PROPHET OR PRISONER
Featured OC(s): Melisande Trevelyan
Featured NPC(s): Cullen Rutherford
Setting: Ferelden; 9:41 Dragon
Prompt: "Lockpicking" via playersofthedas
Summary: Melisande contemplates on what being dubbed the Herald of Andraste means. Cullen catches her doing something decidedly un-Herald-like.

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Since mending the Breach, it was unclear to Melisande precisely what her role was within the Inquisition. It seemed being named the Herald of Andraste came with a peculiar set of perks and restrictions.

Melisande liked having a whole cabin to herself--As an archer in Ostwick's army, she waived all the comforts of her noble upbringing, and the luxury of private quarters was one that Melisande hadn't enjoyed in over a decade. She was less grateful, however, for the steady rotation of nosy guards who took post at every potential entry or exit.

And while Seeker Pentaghast had assured her new comrade that she had free reign of Haven, Melisande allegedly "strayed too far from the premises" while hunting. Inquisition officers confiscated her bow and quiver yet again. Melisande probably would have been detained in cuffs and placed under house arrest yet again if Commander Cullen hadn't intervened on her behalf. To her surprise, he even ordered his soldiers return her arms.

Then there was Chancellor Roderick who, of course, made no pretenses of his suspicions. Never mind Haven's other parishioners were tripping over themselves (and each other) to serve her at every turn--That damned bureaucrat threatened her with a Divine arrest when she so much as dared to exist within the same space as he did.

Judgmental glares and proud smiles, hushed prayers and constant vigilance--Was she a prophet or prisoner?

She supposed, upon further consideration, they didn't have to be mutually exclusive conditions.

But also supposed that prisoners typically weren't invited to offer their opinions and insight during war councils. As Melisande nodded her silent goodbyes to the Inquisition's advisors, all still huddled over maps and markers, she mentally added a tally to her unofficial "prophet" category.

Melisande tightened the belt around her waist, cinching the leather jacket in preparation for the burst of brisk air waiting outside the Chantry. She had been cautioned prior to her journey across the Waking Sea that Ferelden was a harsh, cold land, but even with the warning, Melisande was unprepared for the frigid air and perpetual snowfall of Haven; the Inquisition had outfitted her with more suitable wear for the wintry climate, prompting another tally for prophet status.

She had only just mustered the willpower to leave the warmth of the Chantry when the doors flung open. Chancellor Roderick stormed through the threshold, and she took a quick turn to the nearest escape she could find.

That escape apparently led her back to the dungeon beneath the chapel proper.



Melisande pressed her face between the rusted bars, squinting at the flickering shadows cast by the candles behind her. She could make out books and rolls of parchment, thick with dust, shoved carelessly into the bookshelves. Steel glimmered in the corner, the dulled edge of a blade catching light. Smaller blades, chipped tonic bottles, and little satchels covered an awkwardly placed desk in the center of the cell. She was about to resume her escape deeper into the dungeon when the Trevelyan crest caught her eye.

Melisande leaned in closer. She had assumed her personal belongings had been destroyed in the explosion, but by some miracle, it seemed her copy of The Chant had survived.

She gave the bars a test tug, not truly expecting the door to open but hoping it'd be that easy anyway. Glancing over her shoulder to confirm her privacy, Melisande unclipped a set of picks from her belt. She knelt before the lock, shifting her weight to avoid casting another shadow in her work space, and wiggled the tip of the pick in the keyhole. She leaned a little closer, listening to the clicks of the locking mechanism. Melisande was by no means a skilled lockpick--most doors weren't locked to a woman of her status--but if Roderick continued to claim attention above, she figured she'd have the time to figure it out.

A darkness drifted in and settled over her workspace, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat disapprovingly. She peaked out of the corner of her eye, confirming her guess. Commander Cullen was standing behind her, arms crossed and gaze disproving.

She made no pretense of hiding the picks, but wasn't about to verbally incriminate herself. Your move, she thought at him with a small but amenable smile.

"What are you doing down here?" he asked, leaning back slightly.

Melisande gestured to the cell with her picks before clipping them back in place. "Something that belongs to me is in there. I was hoping I could retrieve it."

Cullen's brow furrowed, and Melisande prepared herself for a lecture. Instead, Cullen pulled a set of keys from his belt.

"What is it?" he asked as he unlocked the door with a click.

Melisande pointed to the book with her crest on it. He reached for the tome, opening the cover and scanning the parchment inside. The inscription her sister wrote for her was on the first page. "I am not alone. Even as I stumble on the path with my eyes closed, yet I see the Light is here."

"It's just a book," she said, inexplicably defensive of her sister's gift.

"It's the Chant," he replied, as if that made a difference, but offered the book to her. She quickly snatched it from his gentle grip.

"I don't mean to pry," Cullen explained apologetically. "Most of the items locked in here were from the cult who lived in Haven before the Fifth Blight. There was some, ah, sensitive materials in there that Leliana wishes to keep hidden."

"And you still don't trust me," Melisande finished for him. She drummed her fingers on the leather cover of the Chant, "Righteous Herald of Andraste, the only hope to save all of Thedas, and I'm still under suspicion every turn I make."

"You were trying to break into a cell with materials locked away for a reason," he countered dryly.

Fair enough.

"You also haven't been exactly receptive to that title," he added.

"I've played along," Melisande said, frowning.

"In public."

"Isn't that when it counts?"

"I believe that would depend on your intentions," Cullen said.

"My intentions are to close the Breach. I can't very well do that locked away in Orlais awaiting a death sentence."

"Indeed." Cullen cleared his throat. "You are a part of the Inquisition, Lady Trevelyan. You are welcome to our resources, especially your own belongings. You only need ask."

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Ansley Hawke and Melisande Trevelyan don’t spend much time together, but during the little time they are around one another, there is notable tension.

Although plenty of rumors and stories about Kirkwall reached Ostwick, Melisande refrained from forming solid opinions about the Chantry explosion and the ensuing bloodshed in the Circle. She suspected there was a lot of misinformation in the wake of the event, and Melisande generally took the position that magic needed to be contained, which was a job for the templars. As far as she was concerned, curbing unchecked magical power and helping the needy were the only things the Chantry was good for.

After hearing firsthand accounts from Ansley and Varric, however, Melisande felt that Ansley played a bigger role in the catastrophe than she originally assumed. Melisande thought someone with Ansley’s influence should have been more responsible and diligent in her local communities, using her status as Champion to squelch conflict rather than using it to get (to steal a line from Ansley’s girlfriend) “giggles and gold.” She didn’t understand not seeking a higher authority when Meredith started to lose control, or rallying the nobility to put her in a position of true authority. She couldn’t fathom not turning Anders into the templars before he could act.

Melisande sees some reparation in Ansley’s efforts to disrupt Corypheus’ plans, but she overall regards Ansley as someone who wants to look the other way while the world falls apart, hoping if she closes her eyes long enough someone else will fix the problem. She was reckless, short-sighted, and forgiving to a fault, and the rest of Thedas suffered for it.

Conversely, Ansley was largely unfamiliar with Melisande prior to meeting her in Skyhold. She did recall the occasional gossip among Kirkwall’s nobles, chatter about the youngest Trevelyan breaking the family’s tradition of serving the templars and instead turning her attention to fortifying Ostwick’s army, but Ansley had little opinion herself–She was never interested in the affairs of nobles and royals, even when she found herself brushing shoulders with them. Aside from Varric’s letters, that was the extent of Melisande’s reputation from Ansley’s perspective.

But Varric’s descriptions didn’t really prepare Ansley for the woman she met. What he described as “charming,” Ansley read as “manipulative.” What he said made her a “strong leader,” Ansley saw as making her more of a “power-hungry control freak.” Although Melisande had a disarming smile and a warm voice, her decision to re-brand the Templars and Grey Wardens under her Inquisition unsettled Ansley. She seemed to care less about the people who served under her and more about enforcing her vision for a disciplined world.

Ansley sees Melisande as every other authority figure she had ever met: obsessed with order at any cost. Melisande is far too eager to become the law of the land, even willing to perpetuate beliefs she herself doesn’t share if it will grant her command.
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DON'T GET DEAD
Featured OC(s): Lorelei Cousland; Ansley Hawke
Featured NPC(s): None
Setting: Ferelden; 9:30 Dragon
Prompt: N/A Summary: Somewhat experienced Ansley Hawke offers a little advice and food to Lorelei Cousland during a brief encounter before the battle of Ostagar.

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The ruins at Ostagar were unlike anything Lorelei had ever seen.

Tevinter ruins weren't uncommon in the Fereldan landscape, their legacy peppered across the land, and she had seen their lingering influences during a visit to the Free Marches two years earlier. She had been prohibited from visiting the Gallows in Kirkwall, but their gleaming marble shone warily across the sea, easily visible from her quarters in the Viscount's Keep.

Even in their glorious stature, however, she knew scale of the Gallows was nothing compared to the scale of towers and paved paths still standing in Ostagar.

Lorelei cautiously stepped to the jagged edge of the crumbling marble, peering down at the tops of trees that would be ten times her height on ground. She wondered what it would feel like to fall from this height. Death was certain, she assumed. Lorelei nudged a few rocks over the edge and watched them skip and bounce down the side of the cliff. Painful, terrifying death, as twigs and jutting rocks slowed the inevitable descent to the forest floor below. Plenty of opportunity and time to grasp at false hope. As if there were any other way to leave this world.

A demanding gurgle from her gut reminded her that against all odds, she was still very much alive, and in need of the usual sustenance to stay that way. Duncan hadn't given her much instruction other than hunting down another Warden, and he seemed to approve a search for some food, although he wasn't forthcoming with information on where to find some either. On a hunch, Lorelei began the daunting cross over the massive bridge that connected the landing of the Tower of Ishal with the camp proper, folding her arms under themselves to shield from the chilly wind whipping through the gorge.

The proper greetings from soldiers posted along the bridge were met only with silent nods, and Lorelei only spoke to ask one where the general encampment was located. There was a fleeting temptation to ask for King Cailan's location specifically, to see if she could persuade him to hasten Fergus' return, but an overwhelming lethargy countered her resolve. Lorelei didn't want to beg any longer for more help. She didn't even know what she'd say when Fergus returned. In some ways, his absence was a respite.

She thanked the officer for his directions and continued her tired walk through the bustle of gossiping soldiers, Chantry sisters leading fruitless pleas to the Maker, and mages caught in an enchanting dance with the Fade. When Lorelei reached the gate separating the rows of red tents from the rest of the settlement, the posted guard told her the area was off-limits to her.

Before Lorelei could even begin to process any indignation, a heavy arm draped around her shoulder.

"Oh, come on, Emery, the girl is clearly in need of some food and proper armor," a bright, feminine voice said. The woman, almost half a foot taller than Lorelei, tapped on Lorelei's pauldron with her other hand. "This ceremonial shit won't help against the cold or the 'spawn."

"Then she can go to the quartermaster like everyone else with coin."

Lorelei didn't exactly fault him for the assumption that she had money, although it was in error. She had a few silvers in her possession, but even that money was from Duncan; he had given it to her after they departed from a roadside inn during the dark hours of the morning. Her family's wealth had been abandoned with their estate, likely in the unworthy hands of Howe by this point.

"Let me at least share my rations with her."

"Hawke." The guard sighed, rubbing his face.

"Emery," she replied, exaggerating his exasperated tone.

Emery propped open the gate and waved them through. "If she causes any trouble, it's on your head."

Hawke grinned and gave Lorelei a gentle slap on her back, urging her through the threshold.

"Um, thank you," Lorelei said as she began walking. She slowed her pace to let Hawke take the lead, realizing she had no idea where they were headed.

"The restriction is bullshit," Hawke explained. Her strides were long and Lorelei found herself having to double her natural gait to keep up. "They just plant soldiers at random posts and give them meaningless tasks to distract from the inevitable horrific death and dismemberment that's awaiting everyone." She pointed to a small tent. "That's me."

"I guess it's nice to make people feel important before they become darkspawn chow," Hawke added. She squatted in front of the modest fire, stirring the bubbling stew in the charred pot hanging over the flames.

Lorelei had no reply, unaccustomed to such candid talk about death, and if she were honest, still in shock from her own recent experiences with violent bloodshed. Instead, she took in the lines of tents pitched in the muddy grass. Men and women sparred in open areas, some shared drinks and food around similar fires, and the few bodies that occupied cots suggested fatigue or worse. She had never witnessed a battle encampment for herself, having only relied on her imagination from her father's stories or the surely dramatized drawings in history books. The camaraderie and boisterous courage thinly veiled the dread and terror that began to permeate through Lorelei.

When she sought out familiar armor, either by her own family's crest or the vivid blue of the Wardens, she frowned.

"Where are the Grey Wardens?" She asked her new companion.

"Probably fellating King Cailan. Or being fellated by him." Hawke cackled at her own joke, and then looked up when Lorelei didn't respond. The comment seemed especially crass under the circumstances.

As if coming to an epiphany, she pointed at Lorelei with a dripping spoon, shaking it slightly. "Ohh," she said. "You're one of the Warden recruits. That explains the whole...." Hawke just waved the spoon up and down, gesturing to the entirety of Lorelei's presence.

Lorelei wasn't sure what that explained at all, but she took the opportunity to properly introduce herself.

"Yes, I'm Lorelei Cousland."

"Cousland!" Hawke repeated. "And that explains the, ah..." She flashed her free hand near her own sullied pauldron, no doubt indicating the luster that still shown through the dirt and blood on Lorelei's armor. "Only royalty waste resources on pretty armor that can't actually save you."

"Nobility," Lorelei quietly corrected.

"What?"

"It did save me." Lorelei sat down on one of the damp logs across from the fire, the remembered sound of arrows pinging off the armor filling her ears.

"It does look like you've seen some legitimate action," Hawke replied. "You could probably trade it for something better, though. Last I heard, Wardens were pretty tight on supplies. Kingly fellating apparently doesn't buy new swords and mail. But the quartermaster does have some decent pieces."

Hawke licked the contents on the spoon, paused to contemplate the flavor, and shrugged before filling a small wooden bowl. She handed it to Lorelei.

"It leaves something to be desired as far as taste goes, and probably texture, but it's edible. And warm."

"Thank you," Lorelei said, soft but genuine. She had no idea why this whirlwind of a woman had taken pity on her, but she was truly grateful for her kindness.

"You should probably eat it before thanking me." Hawke laughed as she filled a bowl for herself.

Lorelei returned a bare smile and did just that, sipping the thick gravy from the rim of the bowl. The mushy stew was far from the culinary standards considered acceptable in Highever, but it was by no means as bad as her new friend suggested.

Lorelei cleared her throat after finishing her serving. She had no idea what the etiquette was in this situation, if she should make conversation or just say thanks and part ways. The sun was starting to dip below the trees, and she did still need to find this other Warden as Duncan had asked.

"So, 'Hawke' is..." Lorelei began, trying to ease into a conversation that would open a natural departure.

"My family name," Hawke answered around a mouthful of meat. She swallowed audibly. "I'm Ansley. And my brother Carver is around here somewhere."

"You're both soldiers?"

Hawke squinted and chewed, and then rolled her shoulders in a dramatic shrug. "Yeah, we are now, I guess. But it used to be that unscrupulous types would pay me to keep other unscrupulous types away. Usually with a sharp blade. Sometimes with a boot. Occasionally with a sternly worded threat and an intimidating face." Hawke narrowed her dark eyes in demonstration.

"So you're a mercenary?" Lorelei didn't intend to stain the word with the contempt, especially after Hawke's generosity, but the scorn came out nonetheless. If it offended, Hawke kept quiet.

"Yeah, sure. Then my brilliant baby brother decided to run off and join the King's army, and I can't let him run amuck without me." Hawke sighed, quiet but strained, as if the situation weighed on her more heavily than her jovial tone suggested. "Fortunately, desperation seemed to have lowered their standards."

"Fortunately," Lorelei echoed blankly, once again reminded of her own brother. She wondered if he was back in the camp yet.

As Hawke finished the remainder of her meal, Lorelei stood, holding the now empty bowl in uncertain hands.

"Well, ser Hawke, thank you very much for the meal--"

"--Time to be off then?" Hawke guessed. She extended a long arm to Lorelei, offering to take her dirty dish. Lorelei nodded as she passed off the bowl, but she was committed to saying her thanks.

"I truly appreciate you sharing your supper with me, but I have been tasked with finding the other Wardens," Lorelei said.

"Definitely don't want to keep them waiting," Hawke agreed, as if she knew something about keeping Wardens waiting. She set her half-eaten stew on the ground and rose to her full height. Lorelei had never felt so small in the presence of another woman.

"I'm serious about trading in that armor," Hawke continued. "Go for something with some leather, or heavy fur. Maybe a little mail. It gets fucking cold when the sun drops, and you'll be better off with something that'll keep you fast. The best offense is a good defense, and the best defense is being able to run away. Fast."

Lorelei nodded with no commitment, the idea of trading in her family plate for something weaker sounded counter-intuitive. She'd have to run the idea by Fergus, anyway. He might not want to see the Cousland armor sweltered down after recent events.

"Thank you again, ser Hawke." Lorelei dipped her chin in a respectful nod.

"Stay safe, Lady Warden Cousland." Hawke bent her right arm behind her waist and leaned forward in a sloppy bow. She grinned and eased back down to finish her dinner. "Don't get dead."

"I've made it this far," Lorelei replied with a smile of her own.
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bad blood & ghosts wrapped tight around me
nothing could ever seem to touch me


BASIC

NAME: Rosalind Hendry
TITLE: Enchanter
ROLE: Inquisition Historian
CLASS: Mage
SUB-CLASS: Knight Enchanter
AGE: 32 (as of 9:41 Dragon)
DOB: 9:09 Dragon
POB: Ferelden
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
RACE: Human
LANGUAGE: Common Tongue (native)
Elvish (basic)
Tevene (basic)
RELIGION: Andrastian
APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 152 lbs
BUILD: Curvy, athletic
HAIR COLOR: Dark, warm brown
HAIR STYLE: Shoulder-length, straight
EYE COLOR: Light grey
TATTOOS: None
PIERCINGS: One in each ear
SCARS: None of distinction
FASHION: Practical, comfortable, minimal accessories, neutral colors
VOICE: Keeley Hawes
FACE CLAIM: Kate Siegel
AFFILIATIONS

AVVAR: STUFF
CHANTRY: STUFF
CIRCLE OF MAGI: STUFF
DALISH: STUFF
GREY WARDENS: STUFF
INQUISITION: STUFF
MAGES' COLLECTIVE: STUFF
QUNARI: STUFF
SEEKERS OF TRUTH: STUFF
TEMPLAR ORDER: STUFF
SEEKERS OF TRUTH: STUFF
MENTALITY

LIKES: STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE UPVOTES
DISLIKES: STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE DOWNVOTES
VIRTUES: STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE GOOD STUFF
VICES: STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE BAD STUFF
DREAMS: STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE BAD STUFF
FEARS: STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE BAD STUFF
RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER: Deirdre Hendry (estranged)
FATHER: Tarmon Hendry (estranged)
SIBLINGS: STUFF
FRIENDS: STUFF
FOES: STATUS
LOVE INTEREST: Blackwall
PETS: STUFF
INVENTORY

WEAPON(S): STUFF
CLOTHING: STUFF
ARMOR: STUFF
POTIONS & TONICS: STUFF
READING & WRITING: STUFF
TRAVEL: STUFF
VALUABLES: STUFF






SECOND TITLE WORDS, QUOTE, OR NAME
SECOND SUBTITLE WORDS, QUOTE, SOMETHING




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A TIMELINE OF EVENTS II
And so we burned.
We raised nations, we waged wars,
We dreamed up false gods, great demons
Who could cross the Veil into the waking world,
Turned our devotion upon them, and forgot you.

- Canticle of Threnodies 1:8 -

† = Player Canon (unsupported or conflicting with canon)


9:41 DRAGON to 9:60 DRAGON )
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A TIMELINE OF EVENTS I
And so we burned.
We raised nations, we waged wars,
We dreamed up false gods, great demons
Who could cross the Veil into the waking world,
Turned our devotion upon them, and forgot you.

- Canticle of Threnodies 1:8 -

† = Player Canon (unsupported or conflicting with canon)


9:00 DRAGON to 9:20 DRAGON
9:04 DRAGON
BIRTHS
Charlette Trevelyan

9:07 DRAGON
BIRTHS
Ansley Hawke
Daphne Caron

9:09 DRAGON
BIRTHS
Lorelei Cousland
Jacqueline Trevelyan
Sebastian Vael

9:10 DRAGON
BIRTHS
Alistair Theirin
Cullen Rutherford

9:11 DRAGON
BIRTHS
Melisande Trevelyan
Carver & Bethany Hawke

9:20 DRAGON
MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS
The Hawke family settles outside of Lothering
Alistair is sent to the Monastery at Bournshire



9:21 DRAGON to 9:30 DRAGON
9:21 DRAGON
MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS
Viscount Perrin Threnhold attempts to expunge the Templars from Kirkwall and is executed by Meredith Stannard
Marlowe Dumar is appointed Viscount and Meredith is given the title of Knight-Commander for her role in Threnhold's arrest

9:22 DRAGON
MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS
Cassandra Pentaghast thwarts the assassination conspiracy against Divine Beatrix III, earning the position of the Divine's Right Hand

MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS
Last time Sebastian was in Starkhaven

9:24 DRAGON
MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS
Daphne Caron is conscripted into the Grey Wardens

9:25 DRAGON
MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS
Cailan Theirin inherits the Fereldan throne after his father's disappearance and marries Anora Mac Tir

9:27 DRAGON
MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS
Malcolm Hawke dies in Lothering
Jacqueline Trevelyan joins the Templar Order in Ostwick's Circle of Magi†

9:28 DRAGON
MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS
Leliana seeks refuge in the Lothering Chantry

9:29 DRAGON
MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS
Ostwick is sieged†

MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS
Alistair is conscripted into the Grey Wardens

9:30 DRAGON
MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS
The Fifth Blight begins in Ferelden
Arl Rendon Howe murders Teyrn Bryce Cousland and Teyrna Eleanor Cousland
King Cailan dies in the Battle of Ostagar

IN-GAME QUESTS: ORIGINS
The Broken Circle: Lorelei aides the mages and keeps Irving alive
The Arl of Redcliffe: Lorelei helps Redcliffe in fight against undead; Connor is alive and not possessed; Isolde is alive
Warden's Keep: Lorelei slays Sophia and allows Avernus to continue his research
The Urn of Sacred Ashes: Lorelei did not defile the urn
Nature of the Beast: Brokered peace between the werewolves and Sabrae Dalish; the Dalish offered their support against the Blight
Paragon of Her Kind: Supported Branka and joined forces against Caridin; supported Harrowmont

MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS
Lorelei Cousland is conscripted into the Grey Wardens
Daphne Caron is promoted to Warden-Commander in Orlais


9:31 DRAGON to 9:40 DRAGON
9:31 DRAGON
MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS
Lorelei Cousland slays the Archdemon Urthemiel in the Battle of Denerim
Lorelei Cousland and Alistair Theirin wed, becoming King and Queen of Ferelden
Orlesian Grey Wardens are dispatched to Ferelden and put under the command of Lieutenant Gable to help disperse the darkspawn that failed to return to the Deep Roads after the Archdemon was slain
Orlesian Warden-Commander Daphne Caron takes command of Vigil's Keep and Amaranthine
The Circle of Magi in Starkhaven burns to the ground and survivors are relocated to the Gallows in Kirkwall
The Qunari seeking the Tome of Koslun are shipwrecked and stranded in Kirkwall until they can retrieve the tome Ansley Hawke joins brothers Bartrand and Varric Tethras on an expedition to the Deep Roads, uncovering an ancient pre-First Blight thaig and red lyrium

IN-GAME QUESTS: ORIGINS
The Battle of Denerim: Lorelei asks Alistair to perform the Dark Ritual with Morrigan to ensure their survival; Lorelei slays the Archdemon

IN-GAME QUESTS: AWAKENING
The Assault on Vigil's Keep:
The Awakening:
The Righteous Path:
Last of the Legion:
Shadows of the Blackmarsh:
The Assault on Amaranthine:
The Siege of Vigil's Keep:
Depths of Depravity: Daphne Caron allows the Architect to live


IN-GAME QUESTS: II
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MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS
Daphne Caron is stationed at Vigil's Keep
The surviving members of the Hawke family arrive in Kirkwall
Cullen arrives in Kirkwall
Bethany Hawke joins the Wardens after contracting the Blight in the Deep Roads
Lorelei is reunited with her brother, Fergus


9:32 DRAGON
MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS
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MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS
Lorelei Cousland briefly reunites with Morrigan before she disappears through the eluvian

9:34 DRAGON
MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS
Viscount Dumar is slain by the Arishok
Ansley Hawke defeats the Arishok in single combat and is declared Champion of Kirkwall
Meredith Stannard takes stewardship of Kirkwall
Revered Mother Dorothea ascends to Divine, taking the name Divine Justinia V


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MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS
Bethany Hawke and Daphne Caron begin uncovering the details about Corypheus†
Melisande earns the largely ceremonial title of Arl of Ostwick
Jacqueline is promoted to Knight-Captain in Ostwick's templar ranks


9:35 DRAGON
MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS
Ansley and Bethany Hawke believe they kill Corypheus

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9:37 DRAGON
MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS
Anders destroys the Kirkwall Chantry; Ansley Hawke grants him his life
Ansley Hawke kills Knight-Commander Meredith and Grand Enchanter Orsino in the ensuing battle
Morrigan reappears at Empress Celene's side as her arcane advisor
Fiona is elected as Grand Enchanter
The College of Enchanters rejects a move to dissolve the Circles at Wynne's persuasion


IN-GAME QUESTS:
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MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS
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9:38 DRAGON
MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS
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9:39 DRAGON
MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS
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9:40 DRAGON
MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS
The College of Enchanters votes to separate from the Chantry and Lord Seeker Lambert declares the Circle dissolved
The Inquisition interrogates Varric Tethras regarding the whereabouts of Ansley Hawke

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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ
Rosalind Hendry Leda Boulet PENDING PENDING
circle mage
inquisition agent
soldier
inquisition agent
PENDING PENDING


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THE HEROES OF THEDAS
Lorelei Cousland Daphne Caron Ansley Hawke Melisande Trevelyan
hero of ferelden
queen consort of ferelden
commander of the grey
arl of amaranthine
champion of kirkwall commander of ostwick's army
inquisitor


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TITLE WORDS, QUOTE, OR NAME
SUBTITLE WORDS, QUOTE, SOMETHING


BASIC

NAME: STUFF
TITLE: STUFF
OCCUPATION: STUFF
CLASS: STUFF
AGE: STUFF
DOB: STUFF
NATIONALITY: STUFF
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: STUFF
RACE: Human
LANGUAGE(S): STUFF
RELIGION: STUFF
APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: STUFF
WEIGHT: STUFF
BUILD: STUFF
HAIR COLOR: STUFF
HAIR STYLE: STUFF
EYE COLOR: STUFF
TATTOOS: STUFF
PIERCINGS: STUFF
SCARS: STUFF
FASHION: STUFF
VOICE: STUFF
AFFILIATIONS

ANTIVAN CROWS: STUFF
AVVAR: STUFF
BLADES OF HESSARIAN: STUFF
CHASIND: STUFF
CHANTRY: STUFF
CIRCLE OF MAGI: STUFF
COTERIE: STUFF
DALISH: STUFF
FREEMAN OF THE DALES: STUFF
FRIENDS OF RED JENNY: STUFF
GREY WARDENS: STUFF
INQUISITION: STUFF
MAGES' COLLECTIVE: STUFF
MORTALITASI: STUFF
QUNARI: STUFF
RAIDERS OF THE WAKING SEA: STUFF
RED TEMPLARS: STUFF
SEEKERS OF TRUTH: STUFF
TEMPLAR ORDER: STUFF
SEEKERS OF TRUTH: STUFF
VENATORI: STUFF
MENTALITY

LIKES: STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE UPVOTES
DISLIKES: STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE DOWNVOTES
VIRTUES: STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE GOOD STUFF
VICES: STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE BAD STUFF
DREAMS: STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE BAD STUFF
FEARS: STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE BAD STUFF
RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER: STUFF
FATHER: STUFF
SIBLINGS: STUFF
FRIENDS: STUFF
FOES: STATUS
ROMANTIC PARTNERS: STUFF
PETS: STUFF
INVENTORY

WEAPON(S): STUFF
CLOTHING: STUFF
ARMOR: STUFF
POTIONS & TONICS: STUFF
READING & WRITING: STUFF
TRAVEL: STUFF
VALUABLES: STUFF






SECOND TITLE WORDS, QUOTE, OR NAME
SECOND SUBTITLE WORDS, QUOTE, SOMETHING




BACKGROUND

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PERSONALITY

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ABILITIES

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