You Ever Think About A Tabris That Does The Ultimate Sacrifice

Last minute addition to tomorrow's theme, don't mind me...

Folklore and History!

City Elf Appreciation Week

~ 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 and History

- 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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Warden-Commander Bair Tabris | Powerhouse, Paramour, Avid Player of 4D Political Chess

A few days ago, @dreadfutures surprised me with a warm-up sketch of my boy and, well, here we are. Bair, in all of his bann-bothering, show-armoured glory!

Mother, Let The Kids Go Home

Part of the Alienage Soundscapes series created for @cityelfweek

“I do not know why bann Wulff insisted on venturing down to the docks. I shall never get the smell of fish out of my hair! And before you start on about the need to understand the family business, there was absolutely no business conducted down there. The only thing of interest I saw was an elven dockhand tying down ropes and singing a song. The song was nonsense, of course—but sometimes, I cannot help but wonder if all of these words do not make a sense to them that we know nothing about. Sometimes, it almost feels like they are speaking in a foreign language, but using common words.”

— A letter from Alinor Hester, daughter of a wealthy Denerimian merchant, to her older brother

(Lyrics and song without sound effects under the cut)

Mother, let the kids go home, work is almost over. Give them spice and give them corn, dandelions and clover. Tell them: “Light the fire, love, put water on to boil. Father’s brought a mourning dove, we will eat it with some oil.”

Mother let the kids go home, sun has gone and disappeared. Run before the moons come up, and before the streets are cleared. When the streets are dark and damp, bar the door and windows tight. For the Nightwolf walks around, swallows people out at night.

Mother, let the kids go home, to their bed and blanket warm. Tuck them in and hold them tight, until sunlight brings the morn. Count their heads and kiss their eyes, take them out and let them roam through the streets until it’s dark, and then let your kids go home.

It's WIP WEDNESDAY! Thanks for the tag @merrybandofmurderers @ammoniteflesh and @blarrghe for your recent (and not-so-recent) tags. I promise I'm writing. I've just hit a bit of a block.

Here's an excerpt from No Town More Barren Than Our Town. If I'm lucky I won't scrap it haha. Also tagging @tea42 and @rakshadow if y'all want to share. Sorry if I missed someone! I haven't done this in a bit.

It was Merrill. Surrounded by no small amount of rubble, indicating that the intensity of her knocking may have had magical assistance.  Shocked out of his moroseness, he choked back a laugh.  “Don’t laugh!” She insisted, “I’m quite cross with you.” An acid retort on his tongue, Fenris stopped himself, remembering the way Merrill’s stone fist had careened toward Danarius only a few days ago. They may not agree on much, but she deserved some respect from him. He cleared his throat awkwardly, “Did you want to come in?” “I want you to come out,” she insisted. “Merrill…” She shook her head, “We’re painting the Vhenadahl. You’re tall enough to reach the high branches. Come on.”  For some reason, when she turned on her heel to walk off, he followed. They didn’t speak as the wound their way through the city streets- or, more accurately, Fenris didn’t speak. Merrill muttered to herself, trying to keep track of the directions in the winding city streets.  “Five streets down from the chanters board…” she murmured, tracking the street numbers on her fingers.  Despite himself, Fenris smiled slightly.  The day was bright, the Kirkwall sky uncharacteristically blue overhead. The alienage was wild with activity when they arrived.  Elven children scrambled through the square, streaks of paint color blocking faces and clothes. There was a fry-bread scent in the air and the sound of lutes and drums.  He couldn’t help himself, “Have you brought me to a party?” “It’s a festival, Fenris,” she emphasized, pressing a bucket of paint into his hands,”I’ve been told it’s rather different.” “You’ve been told?” “Well, I haven’t exactly been invited to a lot of parties.” 

:<

City Elf Appreciation Week

Day 7: Free Day

While the Battle of Denerim overwhelms the city, the families of her elven smugglers wait in the tunnels beneath their alienage for either death or salvation, and in their midst, Soris keeps a dangerous secret from the rest that may put his standing among them in jeopardy. 1513 words.

event hosted by @cityelfweek

The Red Admiral

What if Adaia Tabris was never killed?

Kallian stopped still to stare at him, completely baffled. "What are you doing here?"

"Um. Well… rescuing you," he stammered in return, blushing. "Or more, y'know, just… standing here."

She stared at her betrothed, dumbfounded. Of all the possibilities she'd considered, stressing in that dank, dripping dungeon; Nelaros was never a variable. Her mother; yes, Soris even; yes, the guards killing them all; of course. 

Nelaros? Who wrote to her, timid and polite, to ask her ring size as if inquiring to a nobleman where he hoarded his gold? Who smiled at her warmly when they met in person, earnestly telling her how he would spend his whole life learning how to make her happy?

No, Nelaros had never been a part of it.

City Elf Appreciation Week

~ 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 - Customs 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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Currently replaying Origins! Hachi Tabris I missed you 

i really love her design 😳