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[Lady Artifice]

 

Architect/Corypheus. 

 

 

See that is a pretty good example of why I don't really ship...It goes to such strange places. 

 

I mean, why would anyone want to think about that? 

[TEWR]

See that is a pretty good example of why I don't really ship...It goes to such strange places. 

 

I mean, why would anyone want to think about that? 

 

I'm still surprised I ended up shipping it. 

 

One minute I write a fic about the Architect that goes into them being best friends and in an analysis how Cory's in pain over how the others are missing, the next I'm thinking about how other people might read it, and then I'm like "....well... ****." and now I'm in a strange sort of Hell that I don't think even Dante thought up.

 

Though I'm not thinking of them doing anything now (as in during the Dragon Age). Hell I don't even think of what they did then, in a naughty sort of sense.  I just say they were together, examine the reasons why it'd work, and leave the imagery to other people.

 

But hey, it's easy to see how it might work, given my analyses of Cory's character.

[Cespar]

See that is a pretty good example of why I don't really ship...It goes to such strange places. 

 

I mean, why would anyone want to think about that? 

Lol, exactly! I bet there are people that ships Dog/Sten. 

[o Ventus]

 Then she closes the door, locks it, and says to him "On your knees, now."

 

And the Inquisitor starts worshiping the glory and majesty that is Goddess Cassandra.

 

*shuffles legs awkwardly* 

 

You have my attention.

 

What exactly does the Inquisitor do when he's on his knees? You know, for research purposes.

[Andres Hendrix]

See that is a pretty good example of why I don't really ship...It goes to such strange places. 

 

I mean, why would anyone want to think about that? 

At least there is no ship for Sandal . Or is that Sandal/ENCHANTMEANT!!!! ? lol

[Cespar]

At least there is no ship for Sandal . Or is that Sandal/ENCHANTMEANT!!!! ? lol

I believe people have put Sandal with Dagna. 

[Andres Hendrix]

I believe people have put Sandal with Dagna. 

[AWTEW]

Well, the Old Gods are Dragons. Dragons like booty. Cass has a great booty. Cory's a high priest of Dumat.

 

So it's his duty to go after Cass and her booty!

 

[TEWR]

*shuffles legs awkwardly* 

 

You have my attention.

 

What exactly does the Inquisitor do when he's on his knees? You know, for research purposes.

 

I'll do you one better. I'll try and write a ficlet, to start off on what he does when he's on his knees (no guarantees on quality, though certain friends have said I'm good at... smutty writing so.... *shrugs*).

 

It'll center on my Cadash (even though Cass isn't Divine in my headcanoned 'verse) but just substitute the name of my character for yours if it's a different race/name.

 

 

Spoiler

"Follow me Inquisitor."

 

It was said calmly, with grace and poise, as she left the world of the Chantry behind her for the day. He saw how it grated on her nerves, how every little grievance they aired annoyed her. The various nobles of Orlais vying for political support from the Divine against their competitors in the neighboring area, or Senior Enchanters of the Circle asking for more concessions. As if she hadn't offered them enough already. How she was even standing it was something that confused Nasir, but nevertheless was impressive.

 

There was a part of Nasir that disliked the distance she maintained, the formality that was necessary, ever since she had been named Divine. Only once was it know that a Divine maintained such... intimate ties to someone, breaking all her vows, but even so the outrage was vehement. Whispers in the shadows of who was truly in control, if the Divine was little more then a puppet. No doubt those of today would say the same things, despite the fact that they would seek to make Cassandra a puppet to their aims.

 

But Divine Victoria was not a little girl, easily led along. She was a warrior, with a will of solid steel, a woman grown who would not be forced to bow her will to others.

 

As they walked into her bedroom, he saw the lavishness that she had to contend with. A canopied bed, with gold all throughout, and the latest Orlesian satin sheets with frilly pillows, the feathers taken from some rare beast out in the Heartlands. Orlesians did love their outlandish decorations. Hard to believe she would sleep on this, the woman who had spent so many nights in Nasir's arms staring out at the stars as they camped in the wilderness. But even ignoring the bed, which was hard enough to do as it stood out like a sore thumb, there was a large series of shelves all filled with books, a desk for her to write her newest sermons, and a door that led further in. For the scholar at heart, no doubt.

 

That was when he heard the door latch behind him. Turning, he saw Cassandra, still wearing the regal robes of the Divine, all white and gold, but with a hard look in her eyes he knew well.

 

"On your knees, now." she said, all fire in her voice. Nasir couldn't help but follow her orders. She stared down at him, nodding. "You've no idea how aggravating it is to deal with the stress of these... imbeciles. For months now, I've suffered through this, without any means of dealing with it. But tonight... is different."

 

"Cassandra..." Nasir began, before she put her finger to his mouth, quieting him.

 

"You will not speak. You are not allowed to speak at your leisure. You will be respectful and do whatever I say, without question. Such is your place."

 

Nasir nodded, suddenly feeling more vulnerable then he ever had before. This was a new area for him. She had never demonstrated such... desires before, but he found himself strangely drawn to it. She turned away from him, her back the only thing he could see.

 

"Prove yourself worthy, and you might be granted certain... boons. Now, worship your goddess." 

 

Nasir pressed his face into the curves of her body, gently kissing every inch of her, breathing in as much as possible. He took his hands to her robes, hoping to raise them to better take in her essence, but she sharply smacked them away. She was clear in that he would have to earn his way to such a privilege.

 

She moaned in delight as she felt his face press even deeper into her, before she used her foot to kick him towards the floor. She was so tired of having to stand on her feet during the ceremonies today, she said, that she needed somewhere to rest. The Inquisitor got a sense of what she meant and took a deep breath just in time, as she forced her beautiful image upon him.

 

"You are very devoted, Inquisitor. A true man of faith."

 

 

To be continued? I suppose it depends on how well you guys like this and also.... well, we'll see.

[Siha]

So we are now discussing the architect in a romantic/sexual context? This just feels like home. And with "home" I mean the Solas thread at its worst.

[AWTEW]

So we are now discussing the architect in a romantic/sexual context? This just feels like home. And with "home" I mean the Solas thread at its worst.

 

I have to agree with your statement..

[Boomshakalakalakaboom]

I believe people have put Sandal with Dagna. 

 

 

Shipping Sandal with anyone is just weird. 

[Merela]

Has anyone seen the preview of The World of Thedas II?

Spoiler

There is an insert about "The crypt of Caspar Pentaghast" written by Cass when she was young on p.42. It confirms that Cass doesn't give two shits about the family legacy. Like, at all.

[Andres Hendrix]

So we are now discussing the architect in a romantic/sexual context? This just feels like home. And with "home" I mean the Solas thread at its worst.

He's just thinking about all of the sordid fics that his fans will supply him with. XD lol

[Siha]

He's just thinking about all of the sordid fics that his fans will supply him with. XD lol

 

So what are you trying to disgust me with, implying Solas is into shipping? Or shipping him with the Architect? Or with Samson? Or Cass with the Architect, while Solas and Samson watch? On the back of a nug? That had an ONS with Iron Bull the night before?

*yawn*

 

[Andres Hendrix]

So what are you trying to disgust me with, implying Solas is into shipping? Or shipping him with the Architect? Or with Samson? Or Cass with the Architect, while Solas and Samson watch? On the back of a nug? That had an ONS with Iron Bull the night before?

*yawn*

 

Well, that he gets off from the stuff that comes from the seedy underbelly of DA shiping. lol You say you have seen the most sordid of the Solas thread, yet Solas and Samson only watch from the back of schmooples the 3rd? No, no, to get the **** eating grin of Solas, one does no merley talk about an assignation or two. XD Schmooples' back might be the setting for two more...rounded characters...

[Cribbian]

Has anyone seen the preview of The World of Thedas II?

Spoiler

There is an insert about "The crypt of Caspar Pentaghast" written by Cass when she was young on p.42. It confirms that Cass doesn't give two shits about the family legacy. Like, at all.

 

That's our gal

[Boost32]

The most funny thing about her rejecting her family legacy is that she is the embodyment of whats means to be a Pentaghast: legendary and powerful warrior who have killed tons of dragons and a pious believer of the Maker.

[Merela]

Here's the insert. Do not read if you do not want to be spoiled. Also I'll take it down if mods do not want part of the book to be posted yet, I guess.

 

Spoiler

The crypt of Caspar Pentaghast.

 

Uncle insisted I accompany him to the Grand Necropolis today. I heard him saying , “I want my niece dressed in something befitting her station for once,” to the maids. They descended like wolves, lacing this and buttoning that. He was surprised when I asked what was happening, as if he mentions anything to me. He neglected to tell me today we would see Caspar Pentaghast.

 

Uncle would not stop talking all the way to the Necropolis about the “noble legacy” of King Caspar the Magnificent. The stories in the family books say he was a most ferocious knight who threw the former king out of Nevarra. I asked if that made him a traitor, and Uncle grew cross and told me King Caspar was a great hero, saying, “If the king that Caspar deposed had had his way, we would be Orlesian.” I do not care, but did not say so. I asked instead if King Caspar hunted dragons.

 

Uncle says King Caspar killed many dragons, because in the Glory Age there were so many in Nevarra, they ate whole villages and roads were not safe. King Caspar organized great hunts with hundred of knights from other noble families to drive the dragons back. Uncle says the armor in the grand foyer in our house is made from the bones and scales of a high dragon Caspar killed by himself, alone. It is so large I did not think anyone could actually fit inside it. I asked what Caspar used to kill the dragon. Uncle actually smiled, and said I would see.

 

We arrived in the Grand Necropolis and went into a part of the family crypts I had never been in before. Uncle walked past all the staring dead until we came to a set of doors as tall as the ceiling. They swung open, and a dozen Mortalitasi were waiting inside the largest place I have ever seen. At the top of a set of stairs was a throne, and on the throne was a body wearing a golden crown.

 

The Mortalitasi went through their chants. It did not stir. I bowed and did not look where its eyes should be. Everything on the throne was gold and marble and very fine, except the sword on King Caspar’s lap, dull silver, but very sharp. I thought what a waste that a good weapon should lie buried, and stepped forward to look at it, and then I heard a soft noise and saw the corpse looking at me.

 

On the way home, Uncle said it was a singular honor and praised me for remaining calm when older children sometimes flee the dead. I was not afraid of what I saw. I do not understand why it matters if a spirit finds me interesting or not. I only think for a moment, when it was looking at me, King Caspar’s face looked very sad.

 

– A page taken from the journal of Cassandra Pentaghast, written when she was a young child.

[Call Me Jord]

^ Didn't click on the spoiler, but oh man I can't wait for the 2nd Volume. Eager to read what lies beyond the locations we know.

 

Glad I managed to secure one of the exclusive editions. I think I pre-ordered the exclusive editions 5 minutes after it was announced, woops :c

[Boomshakalakalakaboom]

Eager beaver..... 

[Merela]

^ Didn't click on the spoiler, but oh man I can't wait for the 2nd Volume. Eager to read what lies beyond the locations we know.

 

Glad I managed to secure one of the exclusive editions. I think I pre-ordered the exclusive editions 5 minutes after it was announced, woops :c

 

I was tempted to take an exclusive edition, but the travel costs discouraged me. Also I wanted Cass on the cover...

[MisterJB]

Here's the insert. Do not read if you do not want to be spoiled. Also I'll take it down if mods do not want part of the book to be posted yet, I guess.

 

Spoiler

The crypt of Caspar Pentaghast.

 

Uncle insisted I accompany him to the Grand Necropolis today. I heard him saying , “I want my niece dressed in something befitting her station for once,” to the maids. They descended like wolves, lacing this and buttoning that. He was surprised when I asked what was happening, as if he mentions anything to me. He neglected to tell me today we would see Caspar Pentaghast.

 

Uncle would not stop talking all the way to the Necropolis about the “noble legacy” of King Caspar the Magnificent. The stories in the family books say he was a most ferocious knight who threw the former king out of Nevarra. I asked if that made him a traitor, and Uncle grew cross and told me King Caspar was a great hero, saying, “If the king that Caspar deposed had had his way, we would be Orlesian.” I do not care, but did not say so. I asked instead if King Caspar hunted dragons.

 

Uncle says King Caspar killed many dragons, because in the Glory Age there were so many in Nevarra, they ate whole villages and roads were not safe. King Caspar organized great hunts with hundred of knights from other noble families to drive the dragons back. Uncle says the armor in the grand foyer in our house is made from the bones and scales of a high dragon Caspar killed by himself, alone. It is so large I did not think anyone could actually fit inside it. I asked what Caspar used to kill the dragon. Uncle actually smiled, and said I would see.

 

We arrived in the Grand Necropolis and went into a part of the family crypts I had never been in before. Uncle walked past all the staring dead until we came to a set of doors as tall as the ceiling. They swung open, and a dozen Mortalitasi were waiting inside the largest place I have ever seen. At the top of a set of stairs was a throne, and on the throne was a body wearing a golden crown.

 

The Mortalitasi went through their chants. It did not stir. I bowed and did not look where its eyes should be. Everything on the throne was gold and marble and very fine, except the sword on King Caspar’s lap, dull silver, but very sharp. I thought what a waste that a good weapon should lie buried, and stepped forward to look at it, and then I heard a soft noise and saw the corpse looking at me.

 

On the way home, Uncle said it was a singular honor and praised me for remaining calm when older children sometimes flee the dead. I was not afraid of what I saw. I do not understand why it matters if a spirit finds me interesting or not. I only think for a moment, when it was looking at me, King Caspar’s face looked very sad.

 

– A page taken from the journal of Cassandra Pentaghast, written when she was a young child.

Little Cass, asking the hard questions, being perceptive. So cute.

Where is the preview, if I may ask?

[AWTEW]

The most funny thing about her rejecting her family legacy is that she is the embodyment of whats means to be a Pentaghast: legendary and powerful warrior who have killed tons of dragons and a pious believer of the Maker.

 

I agree..

Here's the insert. Do not read if you do not want to be spoiled. Also I'll take it down if mods do not want part of the book to be posted yet, I guess.

 

Spoiler

The crypt of Caspar Pentaghast.

 

Uncle insisted I accompany him to the Grand Necropolis today. I heard him saying , “I want my niece dressed in something befitting her station for once,” to the maids. They descended like wolves, lacing this and buttoning that. He was surprised when I asked what was happening, as if he mentions anything to me. He neglected to tell me today we would see Caspar Pentaghast.

 

Uncle would not stop talking all the way to the Necropolis about the “noble legacy” of King Caspar the Magnificent. The stories in the family books say he was a most ferocious knight who threw the former king out of Nevarra. I asked if that made him a traitor, and Uncle grew cross and told me King Caspar was a great hero, saying, “If the king that Caspar deposed had had his way, we would be Orlesian.” I do not care, but did not say so. I asked instead if King Caspar hunted dragons.

 

Uncle says King Caspar killed many dragons, because in the Glory Age there were so many in Nevarra, they ate whole villages and roads were not safe. King Caspar organized great hunts with hundred of knights from other noble families to drive the dragons back. Uncle says the armor in the grand foyer in our house is made from the bones and scales of a high dragon Caspar killed by himself, alone. It is so large I did not think anyone could actually fit inside it. I asked what Caspar used to kill the dragon. Uncle actually smiled, and said I would see.

 

We arrived in the Grand Necropolis and went into a part of the family crypts I had never been in before. Uncle walked past all the staring dead until we came to a set of doors as tall as the ceiling. They swung open, and a dozen Mortalitasi were waiting inside the largest place I have ever seen. At the top of a set of stairs was a throne, and on the throne was a body wearing a golden crown.

 

The Mortalitasi went through their chants. It did not stir. I bowed and did not look where its eyes should be. Everything on the throne was gold and marble and very fine, except the sword on King Caspar’s lap, dull silver, but very sharp. I thought what a waste that a good weapon should lie buried, and stepped forward to look at it, and then I heard a soft noise and saw the corpse looking at me.

 

On the way home, Uncle said it was a singular honor and praised me for remaining calm when older children sometimes flee the dead. I was not afraid of what I saw. I do not understand why it matters if a spirit finds me interesting or not. I only think for a moment, when it was looking at me, King Caspar’s face looked very sad.

 

– A page taken from the journal of Cassandra Pentaghast, written when she was a young child.

 

I wonder what little cassandras *disgusted noise* sounds like?

[Boomshakalakalakaboom]

I wonder what little cassandras *disgusted noise* sounds like?

 

*gasp*

 

It would sound adorable!