~ 5th of August - 11th of August ~
Here are some optional prompts for next week! Please feel free to do whatever you like with them. Remember to tag @cityelfweek or use the tag #cityelfweek24!
Day 1 - Vhenadahl - A pillar of many alienage communities. Firewood in others.
Day 2 - Folklore - Show the folklore that city elves have created over time. Superstitions, stories, heroes, villains... anything!
Day 3 - Community - Close-knit family, or claustrophobic little box?
Day 4 - Custom and Tradition - Andrastian? Dalish? Somewhere in between, or something all new?
Day 5 - Alienage - The only home many city elves ever know.
Day 6 - OC - A day to celebrate original city elf characters!
Day 7 - Free Day - All things city elf!
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I'm in the BST timezone btw, so City Elf Appreciation Week officially begins in 1hr44!!!
for dadwc prompts, how about eireann and "A freshly painted vhenadahl" from the dragon age artefacts prompt list?
artefacts of Thedas prompts | @dadrunkwriting
“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas in incarnadine, making the green one red.” – William Shakespeare, Macbeth
The vhenadahl casts its dappled light over all the memories Eireann has of the alienage. Even as a child, she received no answer for why it was there, why they painted it every spring, or even what it was meant to do. “It means ‘Tree of the People,’” was the most her father could tell her, as he handed her a brush and a little pot of scarlet paint. More of it ended up on her hands than on the tree, but still, he told her she’d done a good job.
Odhrán Surana is dead now. He died in his daughter’s arms, and she cannot ask him anything else.
Eireann stands beside the vhenadahl, in the gloom of approaching twilight. The smell of new paint cuts sharp through the miasma of destruction and poverty, through the fourteen years since she had helped to paint the tree. She is alone, but for that memory. She doesn’t know how to be anything else. She can’t hold her mother, can’t reach out for comfort, can’t cradle the child resting in her womb, because when she looks at her hands now, all she sees is her father’s blood draining through her fingers.
She places a hand on the bark. It’s still tacky. When she peels her hand away, her palm is patched with paint. So she touches it again, and again, and again, until the tree is scattered with the voids of her handprints, and the vhenadahl’s patterns are ruined, and her palms are streaked red, white and pink. Anything to hide the stains of that memory.
They find her at nightfall, slumped at the foot of the vhenadahl, covered in the evidence of her outburst. Nobody blames her. The tree can be repainted, but her father cannot be returned.
I'll be reblogging all the wonderful city elves that week, and please do tag this blog or use the tag #cityelfweek24!
The people have spoken...
City Elf Appreciation Week will take place between the 5th of August and the 11th of August 2024!
Optional prompts soon to follow <3
headcanoning war vet/night elf adaia with the line "[Adaia] wanted [Tabris] more than anything. It’s sad she never got to see you all grown up." and "Valendrian and [Duncan] have known each other for almost twenty years… since the time I tried to recruit your mother, in fact." [...] "I never made the offer. Valendrian convinced me that it was better for her to remain here with her family. As there was no Blight and thus no immediate need for recruits, I deferred to his wishes." really adds severe psychic damage of adaia simply wanting a peaceful life with her family after the war and im shattering like glass
A fan event to show your love and appreciation for all things City Elf. Beginning the first Monday of August.
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