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A coterie shank, a strange grimoire and a Champion that never was.

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Here’s the way it could have been: in a universe slightly to one side of the world we know, Varric Tethras is betrayed, alone, by a brother’s greed. he fights the qunari with cunning and gold (amazing what you can hire men to do) and pulls the strings of the Chantry and Circle- but never effectively enough. But staffs and swords are so much more compelling than Coterie daggers and crossbows (no matter how beautifully named), and the tale of the Champion sounds so much better than a lone dwarf’s book of tricks.

1 year ago

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Shamelessly stealing greytaliesin’s idea. Skuld is a professional adventurer with Barbas, the treasure-hunting hound. Erika is the one who’s actually competent and gets them out of trouble, but she never makes it into the magazine stories for some reason.

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A teaser

Remember that pulp Dragon Age 2 AU I mentioned?

Here’s a little teaser!

Prologue

As explosions go, that one had been a doozy. Hawke wasn’t sure, he hadn’t been involved in that many (Bethany’s early years notwithstanding) but it was probably near the top of the scale. One to tell the grandkids about, at any rate. If he lived long enough to have any. He opened his eyes slowly, squinting against the bright white of the lamps still affixed to poles around the chamber. As far as he could tell, Hawke was the only one alive in the cavern- no noise disturbed the newly-fallen dust save his own breathing and, far away, some tardy rockslides as the mines settled after the explosion. The others must have left him for dead while he was unconscious and, frankly, Hawke wasn’t too keen to disabuse them of the notion just yet.

Moving his head slightly, he attempted to sit up, struggled against the sudden tide of dizziness for a second, then slumped back down again with a frustrated grunt. Gingerly, he touched his forehead, where a small trickle of blood explained the nausea and spinning. Well, it wasn’t that bad- Hawke was just going to have to take a few deep breaths and wait.

Unfortunately, this provided a perfect opportunity to mull over the past few week’s events. The car chases. The tanks. The Templars at his heels, and… had he really punched their Knight-Commander? How on Thedas had he ended up in this situation? Hawke thought for a moment, the dull ache at his temples growing as he cast further back, and then gave a short, humourless chuckle.

Oh yes.

Varric.