The Owls Of Falon’Din

Currently replaying Origins! Hachi Tabris I missed you 

City Elf Appreciation Week- Day 5 - Alienage

Day 5 - Alienage for @cityelfweek

- The only home many city elves ever know.

>Post Tabris origin scene<

The dawn had barely made a break of the horizon when the alienage began to wake. The lazy watch stumbled through their version of a patrol, the nightly curfew at an end. (Not that it stopped whom the lord wanted, just the innocent scared of what the humans might do to them and theirs.)

The first to stir were the hawkers, workers gathered, booths propped up, baskets and crates of goods set out. Next came the errand kids, their mothers at home stoking the hearths. Coin and trades swapped hands, bread and eggs for a coin, apples for a “found” silver knife.

Chatter begins. News from the night prior making its way through the people. Ears prick up, eyes cast wary glances.

‘Trouble up at the Keep’

‘Someone did what? Couldn’t have been an elf.’

“This better not bring those guards back here. Stirring up trouble.’

‘Mamae, I want a honey roll!’

'Hush child!’

The sun continues to rise, more people come out, news continues to spread.  Cicadas scream as the heat swells and the din of the market picks up to a fever pitch. Guards patrol, no more than usual, yet. The elves of the alienage are apprehensive, waiting for the angry shouts, the unjust punishments to be doled out. Even the cut purses seem leery. But it is yet to come, almost normal.

If the patrols notice the ‘knife-ears’ acting especially cautious, they turn a blind eye. There’s ale and cards to get back too.

Whispers of a Grey Warden add further fuel to the gossip as the sun begins to set. The wariness of the day sends the shops into early closure, more goods then coins in their coffers. The errand child called home before the lamps were even lit.

A crier shuffles hastily to the announcement board, stained parchment and hammer under arm. The lamp lighters spare him a curious glance, then continue with their nightly work.

Hammer falls against creaking boards disturb the dusk, shutters cracking open to watch, wait. He stops, nodding at the notice posted, then shuffles back out. The alienage gate slamming shut, loud as a thunder clamp.

[ NOTICE: DENERIM ALIENAGE TO BE KEPT BARRED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!]

City Elf Appretiation Week- Day 1 Vhenadahl

For @cityelfweek Day 1 - Vhenadahl

- A pillar of many alienage communities. Firewood in others.

Crimson eyes stared up at the Vhenadahl. Old and sickly, this silly tree was one of the few constants in her life in the Denerim Alienage. Always there, its crooked bones creaking and quaying when warm and musty breezes drifted through the alleys, the stench of shem and elf alike crinkling the nose and stinging the eyes.

‘You’re going to be here longer than I am, huh you ol witch.’, patting the gnarled trunk, the young elf rose from the crouch she was in, her wedding dress already dirty like everything else new in this place. “Protect them, if you can for me. I’m leaving and not looking back.” She pulled the ribbon from the end of her plait and tied it around on the gnarled branches. Nodding decisively, she set her face into a mask of grim determination, long white hair escaping her cousin's carefully braided plaits.

“Izzou!” A cheerful voice carried out from behind her, rapid feet kicking up dust as a carefully raised hem avoided the bulk of the street's muck.

Sighing, Isobeaux Tabris let out a soft huff and turned to glare playful daggers at her cousin.

“You’re going to make us late! What are you even doing here?” She looked her cousin up and down, tsk’ing at the dirt on her hem and her stray hairs.

“Just saying goodbye to our old friend.” Glancing over her shoulder, she stuck her tongue out at the ancient tree.

Vhenadahl

The World of Thedas Vol. 1 (2013)

I hope everyone's feeling inspired 👀

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City Elf Appreciation Week

Day 6: Original Characters

The week is soon coming to a close, so while i rush to finish what i can of the other two fics i hope to be able to post for this, i thought it'd be nice to bring back out Novhen's retelling of the city elf origin! Who doesn't love a wedding? 30,069 words.

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"The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does." - Richard Siken, The Language of Birds

A little birthday something for my beloved @v-arbellanaris of xer beloved Tabris, Kal!!! 😌

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