City Elf Appreciation Week

@cityelfweek has been going on all week. Seeing the new and old works on my dash has been absolutely fantastic!

I didn't think I would have time to participate, but all the love for city elves got me excited, so I whipped up a quick story with my OC Loran from his childhood in the Starkhaven alienage.

This story does include fishing and a brief mention of animal death.

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When he finally came home out of the rain, knees muddy and hands scraped, Loran went to hide with the only quiet person in the room. His grandmother had spent the storm next to the stove, swaddled under their best blankets. She’d grown so old that she looked young again; she resembled her newest grandchild, born only a fortnight ago, more than she did any of her black-haired daughters. Still, she smiled when Loran kissed her waxy cheek, and her bony grip was strong when she took his hand.

"Oi, Fish Fingers."

Caught, Loran met his brother’s bright eyes. He hated the nickname even though Ru always sung it out like a compliment. 

"We're going to the river tonight," Ru told him then went back to poking the cook pot. “Eels are out.”

Only Talea, looking up from the table where she was rolling biscuits, found room to argue with Ru. With long brown curls and an upturned nose that was now dotted with flour, she was called one of the prettiest girls in Starkhaven before she married Ru. He’d heard his brother call her beautiful every day since their wedding, but Loran always thought her face was too small. Whenever she looked at him, her eyes and mouth shrank tighter.

“Can’t you wait til morn?” she asked, voice pinched. “They’re so slimy.”

"Nay, this storm will have them all riled up.” Ru spoke with an easy confidence that matched his broad shoulders. Any elf could nail two boards together, but if an elf in Starkhaven wanted their home to be standing for their grandchildren, they put the work in Ru’s hands.

Loran watched his brother reach out and wipe the flour from Talina’s nose. Ru went on.

"The guard took all the traps up, broke 'em to bits, and said no more nets either. It's the blasted slow poles now. But Fish Fingers will pick them out of the water - won't you?"

He mimed a fast pinching motion and grinned at Loran. 

Sometimes, when Ru smiled, Loran wondered if he looked like their father. His cheeks were marked by the pox that had taken their mother and a sister, but there was plain handsomeness to his face; no one had doubted Talea’s decision to marry him. Her family was happy with the match too. With his good sense and unbroken promises, many understood that Ru was building a reputation worthy of a Haren.

Loran could imagine his brother among the Elders. When they first came to ask Ru favors, he had served them weak tea, and Loran was allowed to linger if he sipped his cup in silence. These days, when the Elders came through the door without knocking, Ru brought out a bottle and sent him away.

"I don't want to go for eels," he spoke up.

Ru’s look of disappointment, Loran knew, came from their mother. “I’ve got these lines all mended, food in eight bellies, roofs patched all the way up the hill – what’ve your fast fingers been helping me with lately?”

“I helped fix Karsi’s place.” Loran slowly began to work his hand from his grandmother’s grip. With her deaf ears, she’d already dozed off.

“That take all day?” Ru raised his brow, and Loran knew his brother was calling him a liar. “Go fetch bait.”

Loran answered with sullen silence, looking at the hot, half-made supper that would be cold by the time he returned.

“Now.”

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After night had set in, the brothers put baskets on their backs and set off down streets swollen with water and filth. The storm had sent all of Starkhaven’s dirt spilling onto the doorsteps of the alienage. Come morning, when the sun broke through the gray clouds, the smell would be worse than the bag of chum in Loran’s hand. He kept his other hand on the knife tucked into his belt. Ru, carrying their old poles tucked under his arm, moved through the mess unbothered. Loran was careful to step in his footprints.

Not many people knew the old path they took to the river. Ru said their father had shown him the way; he kept some secrets for family. Tonight the narrow trail was slick, with the cool mud coating Loran’s toes, and he slid to his knees twice before they reached the bank. They didn’t stop until they were knee-deep in the wide, flat water.

Ru moved upstream in the shallows, but never so far that Loran couldn’t catch the glow of his eyes. He was right that they venture out tonight; the eels were quick to bite, and the brothers dragged their long, whipping bodies from the stillness of the river. After a short move with their knives, the wriggling struggles of the fish ended. Even in the dark, Loran could see that after each eel Ru put in his basket, his brother made the sign of thanks across his forehead like their mother had taught them. Loran tried to copy him until his hands became thick with eel slime.

When Loran’s basket was beginning to grow heavy, Ru waded over to him.

"Your fingers aren't feeling fishy, eh?"

"I've caught more than you." Loran mumbled, trying to thread fresh chunk onto his hook.

Ru peered into his brother’s basket. "All the wee ones, looks like."

When Loran only scowled in reply, Ru stretched his arms tall.

"You used to catch the big ones - bigger than you! With your hands." 

Loran cast his line with a sharp flick of his wrist. "I'm not a kid anymore."

"Okay, okay, if you don't think you can do it.” Ru pressed his palms together in a show of exaggerated sympathy. “It's a shame you got slow in your old age." 

“I’m not slow,” Loran snapped, although he knew his brother’s game. "I can do it. It's not hard."

"If you say so."

Loran shoved his pole into Ru’s hand with a glare, grabbed a handful of bait from the bag, then knelt down in the river. He reached his arms out in the black water. Even though Ru kept his smile, he seemed to understand the seriousness of Loran taking his challenge, and he stayed still. They waited.

After a time, when all he felt against his hands was the black push of the river, Loran began to worry. He worried no eel would come. Or if one finally came, with Ru’s eyes on him, he would miss it. The cold river ran faster around his neck. Ru believed he could catch one; what if he was wrong?

Then he felt a sliver flash over the back of his left hand. He held his breath. When it came again, he struck. He pulled the eel out of the water and it began to thrash, but it was too late. Loran had his grandmother’s grip.

Ru whooped. “Gods! You’ve caught a water dragon.”

Loran giggled as he juggled the slimy beast. The eel wasn’t the largest catch that night, he knew, but when Ru grabbed his shoulders and laughed, it felt like it could be.

thinking about surana. her poorly contained rage

Original post here.

I did consider October, however as we don't know exactly when Dragon Age: The Veilguard will be released outside of "autumn", I thought it would be best to avoid those months just in case they coincide. I know September is an autumn month, but I think it's unlikely to come out then? But maybe not!

Please let me know your thoughts :)

Artifacts of Thedas

A set of 40 writing/art prompts situated in the Dragon Age universe:

A vial of lyrium; one drop remains

Crushed elfroot leaves

A freshly painted vhenadahl

A mage’s staff, splintered in the center

A Joining cup, its lip badly dented

Two handprints on an aravel

A Crow’s dagger, sticky with drying blood

A basket full of embrium and blood lotus

Dracolisk scales

A shard of mirrored glass that reflects a different sky

Avvar furs, warm before the fire

A book of Tevene grammar, open on a table

A partially melted statue of Andraste

Volume of Koslun’s teachings, the page edges soft and worn

A meticulously clean elven mosaic

Bronze statuette of the Champion, polished by handling

An Inquisition banner, mended many times over

Lyrium dust suspended in a clear fluid

A pendant of a Paragon

An empty nug cage

An unstrung bow that whispers when touched

A set of leather armor with bolt holes in the shoulder

A plaque denoting the Hero of Ferelden’s birthplace

Halla fur caught on tree bark

An empty chest with scratch marks around the lock 

A letter with a broken seal; the wax is stamped with a familiar symbol

A small pot of kaddis, partially used

A handful of werewolf teeth

A sketch marked with the symbol of the Shaperate

Party favor from an alienage wedding

A Satinalia mask

A palm frond from Seheron

Orlesian shoes with jeweled buckles

A hand mirror, its glass irreparably shattered

A Rivaini amulet on a golden chain

Templar armor, marked by lightning

A cask of ale from Orzammar

Sketchbook marked with a griffon insignia

A doll dressed in an Antivan gown

Tiny cakes that taste like melancholy

WARDEN TABRIS. Hero of Fereldan. Grey warden. City elf. Two handed warrior. Romancer of a former Antivan Crow.

Tabris | Hawke | Inquisitor [WIP]

Alienage Soundscapes

For City Elf Appreciation week (organized by @cityelfweek), I present here the main project I have been working on: a collection of a few Alienage soundscapes, featuring songs written by me and sung to melodies invented by me too. The surrounding soundscape are free sounds from pixabay. Making this has been a ton of fun, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did making it. Cheers! ^^

(Below are the links to the posts with each soundscape. They feature the soundscape itself, the lyrics, the audio of the song without the background noises, and a short introduction to the soundscape written in the style of in-game codex entries.)

Alienage Lullaby, performed by a mother

Andraste and Shartan (explicit and irreverent), performed by a teen

Marital Duo: A Performance

Mother, Let Your Kids Go Home, performed by a dockworker

The Rose on My Cheek (rated teens and up), performed by a tired scullery maid

Who Will Your Lover Be? A singing game performed by children

(ID: A screenshot of the opening sequence of the city elf origin from the game "Dragon Age: Origins". It shows three elven women walking away from the viewer, carrying flowers, towards a group of dancing and drinking elves. Overlayed over the image is the text "Alienage Soundscapes". End ID)

Crack open his brain and you'll find he's playing a one-man chess game to get through portrait sitting (he's winning btw) 😌😌😌

I think ina is very family-oriented… being able to protect her family (and her community) is a really big thing for her…!!! she’s willing to stand up against a human lord and kill (prob her first kills tbh now that I think abt it ….) to save her cousin and she’s like what … 16…!!!! and she loves her family a lot and I think she feels bad that she had to leave them behind even though it wasn’t her choice. she’s doing her heroic stuff and getting recognition for it, and she’s experiencing things she would’ve never experienced if she still lived in the alienage (like being able to afford fancy clothes and proper food, etc.) and she feels bad that she can do all that stuff knowing that her family is still back in the alienage, living off of rats and whatever they could find. and even though she had that encounter with that spectral shianni in the temple of sacred ashes, she still hasn’t reconciled with the fact that she did leave them behind, and her life will continue without them. like I think throughout the origins plot she gets sooo homesick and she misses her family a lot..! like that was her whole life you know, and she’s still young despite everything that has happened. and I think tabris would’ve wanted children too — obvs not in her current age, but some day in the future she would’ve wanted her own kids and I think she would’ve grown to love nelaros too I mean I make her wear the wedding ring you can loot off of him until zev gives you his earring, but now she can’t have them bc she’s a grey warden, and she can’t even look out for her own family bc she’s a warden and she’s not supposed to have those ties anymore…. like it’s so bad for her! but she has to make her own peace with it … and I think she has enough sense of responsibility to take up that mantle of being a warden, and she’s willing to save these people (the very people who looks down on her bc she’s an elf) but it doesn’t mean she has to like it, or she’s happy about it, she just has to do it, u know…. but if such a choice was possible I think she would’ve wanted to go back home. but she can’t go home anymore so it is what it is … 😮‍💨

Hello and welcome to City Elf Appreciation Week!

A fan event where we show our love for the City Elves of Dragon Age ❤

Whether you're a writer, artist, musician, or really any kind of fan – you are cordially invited to take part! It's time to celebrate City Elves - canon and otherwise!

The only requirement for your creations is to prominently feature City Elves – I'll aim to reblog everything this blog is tagged in (not limited to the week), and I'll check the #cityelfweek24 tag as well.

Optional prompts here!

To match DA's rating, this event will be 18+.

See you soon!