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[Al Foley]

We have seen many chronicling your real world reactions and experiences.  Dealing with your reactions from gameplay, story, characters, and just your feelings as you, the player, to the game.  

 

Now here's a place to get some role playing in.  Whether or not you are just into this sort of thing, are creative and want to share, or want to find your 'Inquisitor's voice'.  The goal is to journal as your Inquisitor.  Write from their perspective as if they were actually journalling.  

 

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Benjamin Trevelyan's journal-Entry 1.  

 

Josephine thought this might be a good idea, after talking with her in private about a few different issues.  She thinks I should chronicle my adventures and endeavors, for catharsis she says, to make sense of the events around me she claims, if nothing else she believes it important to save these events for the future generations of Thedas.  To preserve for posterity our lives so people can remember us and know what we have gone through.  

 

I confess this task, now that I have been given it, is almost as daunting and confusing as the recent events I am supposed to chronicle.  Just last week I was crossing the boarder into Ferelden, a Free Mage, trying to make it to the Conclave and offer my voice and perspective.  Then, without my remembering the events, I am turned into a prisoner, a strange mark is placed on my hand, and only I have been given the magical ability to close the rifts now threatening Thedas.  Its a little much to keep up with, as I told the Dwarf Varric Tethras.  Everyone seems to think I am touched, and I am not sure myself.  

 

Though if I were to share this journey with anyone I am glad it could be with Cassandra, Solas, Varric, Josephine, and Leilianna.  Cassandra seems the person the Templars and Seekers should aspire to, and while she came off a little strongly, I can hardly blame her, and quickly defended me when I proved my innocence.   Solas seems to know too much, but I trust him.  The only one of my team I do not know what to make of is the former Templar Cullen.  While he seems to be a descent enough sort, I wonder if he might be too agressive in pursuing what he views as his duty and will let his past experiences color the present.  But, for the moment I have no choice but to trust these people. 

[Doominike]

Interesting exercise, I'll try doing this over time and might post it eventually

[robmokron]

I wish i had the patience to do this xD

[Al Foley]

I wish i had the patience to do this xD

I wish I had the time to play the game and then have the ability to do this.  I think I already have an interesting Journal Entry for In Hushed Whispers brewing in my head...canon.

[vertigomez]

Excerpts from the private journal of Inquisitor Buliwyf Cadash:

"Boldly going where no dwarf has gone before: CHANTRY CONCLAVE! Gotta make sure this whole 'peace' thing doesn't interfere with business. May or may not need to exacerbate the situation. Keep an eye out for twitchy templars and neurotic mages -- could make a tidy profit on the side!"

"...Not sure what was in that drink but I've seen some weird **** tonight. Hand is glowing. There are a LOT of corpses. Feeling like I've been swallowed by an ogre and shat back out. Situation is terrible and cannot possibly get worse. Better pass out."

"...it got worse. Thought passing out would help but apparently I've been arrested for public intoxication. Hand still glowing. I've been in jail with nothing but mice and an egg to keep me company. Granny Cadash is going to flay me alive. Better send flowers."

"Things are looking up! Was handcuffed and interrogated by a woman who seems to think I'm badass enough to rip a damn hole in the fabric of reality. Pro-tip: do not under any circumstances let her know you don't know what the fcuk you're doing. Play it cool, Cadash.

"Woman got tired of my 'bullsh1t', broke my nose and demanded I tell her everything I know. Ah well. As a wise man once said, there are worse things in life than serving the whims of a deadly sex goddess."

(Really, it was all uphill from there.)

[TEWR]

 Two entries for right now. One from my tumblr, the other I wrote just now.

 

Nasir,

Your last report was interesting. Orzammar has kept a wary eye on the events of the surface for some time now. With what transpired in Kirkwall, the revelations given to us from Varric before it, and now this brewing chaos between the Mages and Templars and a civil war in Orlais… this poses an opportunity for us.

At the same time, it’s troubling. The king sends missives from time to time, but they are assurances of his safety mainly. He does not put to paper what he is doing so far away from home. Only that Morrigan and he are doing something important together. His reforms have held, thankfully, and Orzammar stands strong against the darkness.

You’ve been on the surface for a long time and are trusted by the king. As he would tell you, so shall I. If there truly is a group forming to stand against the chaos, we need information. Find this group if you can. Infiltrate them if possible. And ascertain Varric’s status. The king would be saddened if something were to happen to him.

And take care. He’d be just as saddened were something to happen to you.

Signed,

Queen Nerav Helmi, 9:40 Dragon

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That was the last message I received from the homeland of my kin. In truth, I’ve never seen Orzammar’s walls -- certainly never the home of my personal namesake -- until about five years ago. The stories my grandfather used to tell were taken from tales his grandfather told him, and so on and so forth dating back to when we fled. How much of it is true, I can’t say. Maybe none of it is. I could’ve been told a tale and nothing more.

I’m not bothered either way though, but for the sake of permanency I shall recount what he said.

He told me that Cadash Thaig was a place of splendor and unparalleled integrity. It was one of the few places in the Deep Roads where nature grew, no doubt owing to the river that ran through it and the shafts of light that would come pouring in all over. Strange that the Dwarves, who held contempt for the sun and those touched by it, would not be bothered by living in its grace. But then, I had been told many times this past decade that the Dwarves living below were noted for hypocrisy.

Buildings of stone adorned the thaig, in rows and rows crafted with such skill that it seemed as if they were naturally formed from it all. An amphitheater stood at the far edge, to give showing to some of the great works that Paragons of the arts had created.

All around, so I was told, did the merchants at their stalls ply their trade and shout in their booming voices.

Warriors would train daily to maintain the honor and glory of our house against the Darkspawn. A great monument, erected in white marble, stood as a testament to those who gave their lives to become Golems, with my own ancestor Shayle Cadash being one of them.

I was surprised to learn that she, or I suppose it, still lives. Do Golems even keep a gender? Do they care? How my curiosity wished to speak with it and learn what I could, yet sorrow took me when I was informed that there were very little memories from a time before the Fereldan Rebellion.

And now here I am, a former mercenary and smuggler both with some ties to the lyrium trade, tasked by the pillars of Orzammar to investigate… something. By the Paragons, I always receive the hardest jobs…

One would think a man such as I, with so little ties to a land I’ve never known, wouldn’t do much in the name of said land. Yet the king… the Hero of Ferelden… he carried with him a charisma and intelligence I hadn’t seen elsewhere before that made me believe in…. in what? Old glory? Or perhaps what we could be…

I can’t say what drove me to be one of his many surface contacts, nor what the future will bring. But if my life on this green earth has taught me anything, it’s that life is full of surprises… and I’ll be damned if I miss out on them.

—- From a page of Nasir Cadash’s personal journal, one week prior to the explosion at the Conclave

 

 

 

 

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I woke up in a cell, dark and dank and smelling like mildew. Reminded me of my Uncle Vernar.

 

I saw that I was surrounded by armed guards, dressed in uniform. Military, by the look of it, though not any military I was accustomed to seeing at that point. They glared at me, snarls in their faces, as if I had eaten the last piece of pie. Well, maybe not like that. More like I'd pissed in the pie.

 

And on my hand some green mark, a scar of magic. But I'm a Dwarf. We don't do magic. It's not us. So what in the Ancestors' name is this blasted thing? Solas had told me a little about it, but it wasn't enough to ease my mind. It still isn't.

 

Then a woman came in. Two, in fact. Cassandra and Leliana, the Hands of the Late Divine. Leliana gave off a kinder aura, albeit standoffish. She was... unsure of who I was, yet didn't seem to leap to conclusions as Cassandra had. Unsure, in the sense that she wasn't sure if I was guilty or not, though this was not the first time we had met. It took her some time to realize it, however. But I was, admittedly, in awe of the air of authority Cassandra expressed. So sure of herself, even though that entailed accusing me of killing everyone.

 

That news hit me the hardest. Everyone up there... dead. Carta brothers and sisters, dead. Mages who were tired of a war, dead. Templars who had grown weary of seeing their comrades fall, dead. Elves, dead. Qunari mercenaries, dead. Nobility, dead. Chantry priests, DEAD.

 

And I survived? How? My life has never been easy and death has been a companion I wish would leave my company, but I never would have expected it to be full to the brim with magical weirdness. The job wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be me spying on the peace talks, figuring out if they were going to go for peace or not. Either way, Orzammar would benefit, though the war would've helped them out I suppose. The Orlesian Civil War, not so much.

 

It was supposed to be good for the lyrium trade. Demand would increase, gold would come pouring in to Orzammar's walls. Templars desperate for their fix, Mages who wanted that extra edge but were squeamish about using blood magic. The Carta was now controlled by the king, though they would never realize it.

 

And if peace came back, we could still take advantage of it. The world is falling apart. Orzammar may be stupid in their traditions, but at least they didn't fall this badly in the past.

 

I wish I knew what the king would say about all this. A hole in the sky, Mages and Templars going at it worse then before, a Chantry fallen to infighting, Orlesian nobles ripping into one another. He'd know just what to do. He always did., even during the Blight when the odds were stacked against him.

 

But I'll have to continue this at a later date. Cassandra wishes to see me, so the Elven woman who came to tend to me said. Lanira is her name. She seemed to revere me. I always thought it was the Assembly who made a Paragon, not a rift in the fabric of the world.

 

I'd say nothing make sense anymore, but that would imply the world made sense to begin with.

 

---- From the Journal of Nasir Cadash, upon awakening in a house in Haven.

 

 

[Tsunami Chef]

This thread is beautiful! I will contribute soon. But awesome idea.

[Cid Revolution]

Entry 1:

 

I knew I shouldn't have listened to that crazy, old man. Nothing good ever comes from putting on some dead guy's old pajamas. Sure, they stank a bit and they were the most blase color, but that's not what gave me the heebie-jeebies. I had to watch as gramps plucked the things from the charred corpse of some Marcher noble while the poor sod's lips were curled up in a creepy grin as if his zombified self actually enjoyed being stripped. I'm sure this "Trevelyan" guy was a ponce, and now I've gotta pretend to be one too.

 

So there I was, prancing around the Templars and Mages both, doing nobly things like sticking my nose up at the funky ham being passed around, when I saw my big chance. Everyone was busy pointing fingers--too busy to notice the little noble retreat into the hall and head for the Vault where her Divineness kept all her treasures. I was sweating something fierce, either from the pressure of knowing a battalion of Templars would gut me if I was caught or because the green fuzz on that ham was birthing a demon of despair within my bowels. But I pushed through the jitters, hearing gramps' voice in my ear:

 

"It'll be the biggest score," he said. "Live like kings, we will!"

 

Just a pinch of some ashes, a gold statue, and some shiny jewels. That's all I needed to nab. But when I jimmied the lock on the unguarded door and entered what I thought would be a closet paved with gold, I found nothing. No urn, no riches, no nothing.

 

Damn that crazy, old man. I knew he was full of malarkey when he told me Brother Genetivi gave him the map of the conclave. It was probably that drunkard Samson swindling some more coppers off my gullible gramps. Empty handed save for the stinking clothes of a dead ponce on my back, I decided to jump out a window and swipe some codger's horse. There was no need to stick around and have the Templars realize their mistake.

 

That's when I heard the scream. Sounded like my nan, and Maker knows I'd do anything for that woman. So against my better judgment, I ran towards it....

[Corbinus]

Excerpts from the  personal journal of  inquisitor Gelious Trevelyan:

 

It's funny, but I never thought of having a diary, Why should I bother putting my personal thoughts on paper instead of keeping them safely inside my own head? However, it recently occured to me that I have become a part of  future Thedas's history, whether I like it or not (and provided there will be a future Thedas to have said history). Therefore it's my duty to make sure people will know the truth, what has actually happen and who I was. Instead of taking someone else's word for it (namely, the Chantry) they should be able to hear it directly from me.

 

So, who am I? People call me the Herald of Andraste sent by Maker and it's the title I hate with my whole heart, To others, I am the inquisitor, head of the order found to save the world. This one I like better, althought it still worries me that eventually it will eclipse my own name. I am Gelious Trevelyan, from Free Marcher city of Ostwic. And, what's more important, Conclave's sole survivor.

 

What actually happened at the Temple of Sacred Ashes? I don't know because I can't remember. One thing I can say for certain, though -  I am NOT the Herald of Andraste. Maker didn't send me anywhere. Hell, I don't even believe in Maker, unlike the rest of my family. I went to Conclave hoping to be a voice of reason (and because I had zero desire or intention of joining the Chantry like us Trevelyans are supposed to do) I genuinely wanted to do something good, to help make world a better place. Well, I got my wish. In spades.

 

What happened in the Fade? I run from the demons and a woman made of light offered me a hand. That's pretty much it. She didn't proclaim me her Herald. She didn't tell me to go and save the world in her name. As a matter of fact, she didn't say a single word. She just helped me to leave the Fade. That's all. And I definitely didn't have any contact with the Maker whatsoever.

 

People say this woman was Andraste herself. What they don't understand is the fact that I was in the Fade. There things can look  as whatever the inhabitants of the Fade want them too. For all I know the woman made of light was simply a spirit of compassion, or hope, who wandered near the Breach searching  for someone to offer help to. And why not? After all, Cole run all the way from Therinfal to Haven to warn me, and he didn't even know me. Surely, he can't be the only benevolent spirit out there, right?

 

But all of that mattered very little for common folk. By the time I woke up after my first experience with the Breach, I was already the Herald of Andraste. It's actually pretty funny - while the supposed savior was out cold, some man or woman have decided they know who he is better than the man himself and sealed his fate. And no matter how powerful the  inquisition is going to become, I will never be able to find him or her and explain how wrong they were and what a disservice they made me. Personal, because I am an atheist, and political, because Chantry hates me now.

 

All my attempts to reverse the situation have failed. At best, I got "Maker's ways are unknowable to us" type of answer.(Seriously, Cassandra? Aren't the Seekers of Truth supposed to, you know, actually seek the truth?) And at worst I got "You are just trying to test our faith, oh holy Herald" Fools. I have no need to test it. I just want it gone. I just want to be me, Gelious Trevelyan from Ostwic of the Free Marches. Why can't people see me for what I truly am - a mere mortal, just like the rest of them?

[Wolfen09]

Diary of Azrael Levellan Dalish Rogue

 

Spoiler

9:41 Dragon, Day 1:

Let's start out with this, today has been the worst day in my entire life.  I woke up in a jail cell, arms chained, and four soldiers pointing their swords at me.  The funny thing is, is that I have no clue how it got to this point.  I remember the keeper sending me to the conclave to keep an eye on things in case the shems try to screw up the world even further.  Yet for some reason I don't remember anything after arriving at the conclave. 

 

A woman by the name of Cassandra came into the cell shortly after I awoke, and had accused me of killing everyone at the conclave via a giant green explosion.  First of all, explosions are cool and all, but I have no way of making anything explode that much, let alone a green explosion... must have been pretty to watch though...  Anyway the explosion caused a giant green vortex tear in the sky and is now allowing demons to manifest in our realm.  Typical, blame the elves when sh*t gets too hard to explain... shouldn't they blame magic first?  Anyway, yeah apparently Im being suspected of causing said tear because Im the only one who returned alive, plus my hand is glowing green with the same light as the tear.  Yeah, my hand is glowing... glowing...

 

After a short discussion on how guilty I am, Im released in order to help undo the tear I supposedly caused.  Cassandra and I set off for the mountain's summit, only to find multiple demons blocking our path.  As we crossed a bridge, it exploded and we were thrown down into a frozen river bed where more demons awaited us.  Luckily there was a pair of knives lying around.  After dispatching more demons, we came upon a dwarf with a beast of a crossbow, and an elf so bald even the sun was jealous.  The elf's name is solas, and despite knowing and using our tongue a lot, he is not dalish.  He held my glowing hand up to a rift and caused it to close, my hand seems to have the power to close the rifts that allow demons through.  Not a good sign, it means they're probably gonna try and get me to fix more of these rifts for them.  The dwarf's name is varric, and hes too witty for his own good.  The four of us finally reach the summit and what awaits us is incredible.

 

There are burnt corpses everywhere, frozen in place, some still on fire.  We continue to press forward and come across some ominous, red stones protruding from the ground.  Varric says its some sort of new lyrium, he calls it red lyrium.  Apparently it will drive you insane.  I wonder if its anything like spoiled deep mushrooms?  Anyways, as we get close to the main breach, memories recorded in the stone begin to play out before our eyes.  Apparently someone invaded the conclave, and was going to use the divine as a sacrifice.  Naturally I burst through the doors to save her, because you know... I was outside the whole time doing god knows what, not being a very good spy obviously.

 

After the brief scene of my own spy failure, we open the rift in the area.  This time a monstrous demon comes out to face us.  According to solas, it was a pride demon.  After chugging 8 elfroot mixtures and getting electrocuted multiple times, we finally defeat the demon and seal the main rift.  For now the giant tear in the sky has stopped spitting things out, which is good, because I was exhausted and sober.

 

Finally after the long trek back to Haven, Im cleared of suspicion and allowed to do what I want, under supervision of course.  I went to the local pub, only to have that really awkward silence when someone walks into the wrong place at the wrong time happen to me.  After drinking my fill in the awkward silence I decided it was time I got some sleep, elgernan knows i needed it.

 

Thus end my first day at the conclave.    

[Knight of Dane]

I am not certain how to start this so maybe I should just begin with saying; Varric, this is not as easy as you made it out to be.

 

I kept a journal in the circle, when the circle still existed anyway, but that was more of a note book explaining my findings and my theories of magical study. Now I am supposed to do that but for the things I experience with this Inquisition.

 

To be honest I was not even sure this was for me, but after the disturbing events I witnessed in the Hinterlands I cannot say that I should rule out the possibility that it might be calming to log my feelings, even if my witness if ultimately no one. Ostwick is so far away and First Enchanter Beorn's counsel even further. I still do not know where my friends are, I have not heard any rumors of their specific location, and the agreed dead drop blew up with the rest of the temple. Hopefully they fled to Redcliffe rather than slump in with the apostates that live in the Hinterland caves. Before this all began I would never have thought that people were ready to live like savages just for a ill perceived idea of freedom. I wanted freedom, but not this, open warfare.

 

Maybe I should try to think more positive thoughts though, for not all is bad. I had a chance to speak to everyone in the Inquisition. Solas is a curious sort and not at all like apostates the chantry warned us about. It is facinating to listen to him, but I get the feeling that his ways has never been challenged so whenever I question what he has to say he gets this "frown of superiority," I would almost find it cute if he was not several years my senior. Still, I respect him, which I did not expect I would feel towards a wilder  mage. At the very least he has shown me that the Circle is not a requirment for those that are not idiots.

 

Hey, maybe we should make a circle of idiots instead of a circle of magi, it could include both templars and mages!!

 

Then there is Varric. I am not sure I beleive everything he tells me. He told me a story of the Champion of Kirkwall fighting a high dragon. I can't even imagine. I saw one once, flying in the distance, they are massive. How a mortal man can beat such a creature is beyond me, even if he was a mage. It is said the Hero of Ferelsen killed some Dragons too, one by the temple of Sacred ashes too! I wonder what she's like.

 

Then there is Cassandra. A year ago I would have been terrified of her, but she seems like a soft person below the armor. Something I would not have known had she been a templar in my circle. It is odd to get to know people like this after spending a time only knowing the fellow mages and some of the odd nobility that visited my family while I was home.

 

Come to think of it, I wonder how Anette is doing. Mother said she was practicing magic in the yard even though she has never shown any magical talent like me. I think she is jealous. It is cute.

 

Anyway, speaking of templars; there is one here that caught my eye, which is terrible. It is only a few months since I was told Ser Christopher from the Ostwick circle died fighting Maleficarum in Kirkwall, that broke my heart. He was the only templar in Ostwick that was remotely interested in magic, or maybe he was just interested in me. Regardless he always asked about my studies, which was nice. It was nice to talk about it to someone who wouldn't contradict my theories in the first sentence and that look...

 

Well, he's with us no more, may he find peace with the maker, but about this new one: His name is Cullen and apparently he has been about quite a bit. We talked about his history in the Fereldan circle and the Kirkwall one, which both sound terible. I wonder what he would have thought of Ostwick...

He's handsome, but I don't get the outfit, what is with the plushie shoulder pads? It looks like a rotten hay bale. Even so I attempted to flirt with him, although I cannot claim my approach was especially clever he did blush so I am assuming he is as much of a virgin as I am, literally. I wonder if Cassandra diapproves of such things.

 

Anyway, enough about potential crushes, there are two more people to talk about. Josephine and Leliana. They are unlike any women I have before, and I have met nobles and commoners of all kind. They are both quite graceful and they have accents that can melt anyone's heart. Most of all, however, they seem experienced with the world, a vibe I did not get from Cullen or Solas. They are both women who have met people from all over Thedas and who have both had to fend for themselves on occasion. Leliana is apparently the lover of the Hero of Ferelden as well. I am not sure if it is true, but then again; what would be her reason to lie? She does not seem like a person that cares about what others think about her, so impressing people with her love life seems not likely.

 

I wonder if that is what people are expecting of me. The Hero of Ferelden. The Champion of Kirkwall. Am I to become a great defender, a vanguard of justice? When I agreed to work with the Inquisition I did not expect to be more than a "rift closing tool" maybe a magical researcher, but I overheard Cassandra and Varric talking about me earlier, about my leadership. Something I did not even know I posessed at all. I mean, I was the top of the non-enchanter mages in my circle and I taught, but I have never lead anything before.

 

I guess we shall see what the next day brings. Tomorrow we are heading off to Val Royeaux, which I am really excited for. Anette would be sooo jealous! But having Cassandra with me I doubt I will get a chance to look for an expensive dress. Oh well, next time then.

 

We will see if I feel the need to return to you, journal.

[TEWR]

The Breach is stable.

 

That's what everyone keeps telling me, anyway. Not closed, but stable. Cassandra believes we need more power to appropriately seal it. Well, Solas believes that. Cassandra believes it because Solas believes it. I don't know what to believe. All I know is I've got a gash of green magic on my hand that tingles at times and I'm being told I should pump it full of more magic.

 

By the Paragons.... these people just want to go off and do all kinds of crazy ****.

 

The dreams are interesting though. I now walk across the Fade in my sleep, perhaps owing to the fact that a bit of the Fade is now a part of me. Far as I know, dreams in the Fade were something Dwarves never really experienced. Dwarven Wardens did, so my king has told me.

 

My king.... it still feels weird to say that. Ten years, and I'm still not used to it. The army has been taking in casteless volunteers since the Blight was quelled and as a result land has been reclaimed. Trade has been booming, with the alliance between Ferelden and Orzammar as strong as ever -- albeit shaky due to current events. The Assembly now exists as a mere figurehead, none the wiser their power is limited thanks to the fact the Dwarves are considered perpetually at war (Eithnar had no idea what he set in motion). Oh I'm sure some of the families know this much, but there's naught they can do. The army adores the royal family.

 

But enough about my native land. I was sent here with a goal in mind, and I still have to do it. Now, I'm poised to see it come to fruition and bring order back to this sodding world.

 

After sending Leliana's scouts down to the Hinterlands, I told Cullen to have some of his men comb the caverns in the mountain. The blast that started the Breach could have also caused some collapses that trapped survivors. I have a feeling he would've done it anyway without my input. So far, there has been success. We found one survivor, a woman of the Dalish, fending off some demons and corpses with her magic.

 

I should go and talk to her. Maybe she knows what happened. Maybe she was with me. She's under guard right now... and from what I understand she's very much a lover of swearing. Spat in Cassandra's face, in fact. Maybe seeing a Dwarf will change her perspective of the Inquisition.

 

-- From the journals of Nasir Cadash, upon retiring to his personal quarters in Haven the day of his awakening

[TEWR]

huh, I'm actually surprised this thread isn't taking off. I thought it would've been really popular.

 

Well, I'm still going to post in it

[His Name was HYR!!]

I wish I had the time to play the game and then have the ability to do this.  I think I already have an interesting Journal Entry for In Hushed Whispers brewing in my head...canon.

 

I can't even remember to post in the "What Did You Do in DA:I Today?" thread consistently. Otherwise, this would be something I would participate in.

[Al Foley]

(finally getting some time to play.  hopefully I can finish at lesat one playthrough before my time becomes too dry. )

 

The Journal of Benjamin Trevelyan Entry 2...Weirdness in Haven. 

 

Started my tour and exploration of Haven and the surrounding areas.  Checking in with some of our support personnel running up and down the mountains, looking for supplies and other people.  Learning as much as I can.  Looking for things the Inqusition might need in the upcoming days and weeks.  Resources, and the place to use them.  In particular I was looking for a logging stand to help the Inqusition start its weapons construction.  I could not find it, the forests around Haven seem rather dense, though I admit maybe the sight of the breech and the surrounding mountains distracted me.  But, out of frustration more then anything, I used my new found Fade step ability and when I came out of it, quite by accident, I found myself on top of it.  

 

Then I continued getting to know my people, talked with Cullen, Josephine, and Cassandra...excuse me the Lady Pentaghast.  It seems we have an ecclectic though capable group of people.  Jospehine especcially, I rather enjoyed the look on the Duke DuRellion's face when she suggested Cassandra should duel him for the Inquisition's honor, and I complemented her on a job well done.  

 

Spotted a group of Druffalo on the outskirts of Haven, and so I went to investigate them, and though they seemed to be a peaceful and complacent lot...they attacked me!  I retreated before they could do much more then tweak my butt, but...just in case there was more to come.  

 

And, finally started on my exploration of the Hinterlands, I must say something odd happened.  Seems we killed a Templar even though none of my party engaged in active combat with them.  It seems the reputation of the Inqusition has spread so far and so fast that all of our enemies just fall all over themselves trying to escape us.   

[zestalyn]

Day 56 

 

I did the deed with the Commander. Can't stop thinking about his naked body 

Day 62 

Can't. Stop. Thinking. About it. Being Inquisitor is hard 

-Journal entry of Zestalyn Trevelyan, Maker knows how this woman managed to save the world.
 

[ComedicSociopathy]

Dear Diary, 

 

Talked to Flemeth the legendary of witch of the wilds today. She managed to both explain everything without explaining anything. I gotta correspondent with the Hero and the Champion to see if they had to put this crap as well. 

 

PS - Remember to apologize to Hawke again for stealing the one friend of there's who wasn't a complete ass. 

[Al Foley]

The Journal of Benjamin Trevelyan Entry 3

 

It seems odd that I have seemed to become the defacto leader of the Inquisition.  Though I have not been elected, nominated, appointed, or even given the least bit of fancy headwear...these people seem to trust me.  And look to me to make all the decisions.  Me, a mage who was even to much the coward to participate in the rebellion, and maybe right for doing so.  But here I am, in the Hinterlands.  Establishing camps, sealing rifts, dealing with people on behalf of the Inquisition, and telling the advisors of the Inqusition where to send their agents and how best to divide their resources.  And making decisions on how those resources should be used .  Its...overwhelming.  

 

Also, set up stuff in the Inquisition in the Hinterlands, and traveled through to Val Royeux.  Met Sera and Vivienne there.  And while the First Enchanter does seem a bit...up tight...maybe she can be useful if the deal with Fiona falls through.  Also, breeches.  

 

Oddly enough the tales of the accidental Inquisition is occuring.  Went into Fade Step again, and randomly stumbled into a land mark which I marked.  Then, when finding places I can build Watchtowers for the Inquisition I ran into a wayward Druffalo who needed my help getting home.  I was not intending to take him back when I heard about it...but stumbling into it...it was...weird.  So, I decided to help out, and got my reward, then continued setting up the watchtowers.  

 

Finally, met the Warden Blackwall, he seems bold as brass...but then we are facing a demon invasion from the depths of the Fade itself, and a breech in the sky.  Maybe we need someone who will look at that, curse, and move on through.  

[lil yonce]

My inquisitor isn't exactly, um... sane. lol. No, really, she's just damaged and very mean. I imagine this is at some point in Haven for Pia Trevelyan.

 

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Vivienne. There has been no one I want to eviscerate more.

 

Not Cullen - and he puréed his circle seven years nursed at Meredith's t*t. (I'm merciful at new wrinkles of decency.) He bears shame ruddied cheeks. Sunken eyes beleaguer a cracking face. His brows buckle beneath lines of stress into doubting slants.

 

Cullen remains at his core a brainless, panicky, mage-fearing boy. He is a cub with no teeth and born without paws. An invalid. But yet, I find transformation isn't impossible.

 

Vivienne... she is flush hate. I remonstrate because she is the Circle. Gilded. Glacial. Unbearably conservative. Manipulative. Soulless. Patronizing. Arrogant.

 

it must be that she can only like herself pretending to be something that she is not. She is not noble. She is not free. She is not First or Grand Enchanter. She is not sweet. She is not important. She is not irreplaceable. She is not right. But these identities pulse inside her valid as organs -- I'll exhume her genuine sense of self only after I hack them out at the navel.

[eyezonlyii]

From the Diary Journal of Inquisitor Zahir Adaar: 15 Bloomingtide 9:41 Dragon

 

Why me? How humbling it is to be around such powerful mages. Dorian and Vivienne are masters of the craft. They command the energy of the Fade as no one else I have seen before. It's awe inspiring and even downright intimidating to watch. Vivienne's Spirit Blade cuts through enemy barriers in three fell swipes and Dorian condensing the space between his spells so as to effect a wider area is pure genius. Even Solas in his own self taught manner, is more than a capable spell caster, dispelling residual energy from his staff with a simple flick of his wrist.

 

And here I am. A bumbling Qunari oaf.

 

It's so frustrating. And embarrassing. I know the only reason they accept me as Inquisitor is because of the anchor. I've overheard them talking about "disappointing Qunari magic" and even, "Well at least he's not a danger to anyone...including our enemies."

 

I just wish I remembered where I got this Exercises in Transpositions apprentice spellbook though. 

[TEWR]

I've talked with Marisa. She hails from Clan Lavellan. I had thought bringing Minaeve down might help, but Minaeve was not fond of the Dalish. Her memories were of her clan losing her in the woods, and when humans heard a child crying for help they were forced to abandon her. A hard choice to make, particularly for these disenfranchised people who value magic so highly. It seems when the humans found her, they tried to drive her away. Superstitious beliefs were no doubt the root of it, but Templars saved her.

 

She seems to have come to grips with what her clan did, but still feels uneasy about them. But the Circle did her well, it seems. A place to study, friends to call home, resources to pore over.

 

But alas, my mind wanders.

 

Marisa was sent to spy on the proceedings, just as I was. Her Keeper felt that what would transpire would affect all the Elves of Thedas. Well... she wasn't wrong, though I doubt this is what she anticipated.

 

She would not speak so long as Cassandra was around, but seemed to have no problem with me. Durgen'len, she called me. I pray that's not a slur. But we talked in civil fashion, despite her bound wrists -- though I question their necessity, her being a mage and all. Seems to be pointless. Solas asked to join me as the talk went on, however, and I saw no problem with it. Neither did she, thankfully.

 

We discussed many things, particularly my mark and the Breach. Sadly, she knows nothing about it. I told her that the Inquisition was not a force of tyranny, or at least not this incarnation. Perhaps the one of old was, or perhaps they were too fractured to be anything cohesive. The point is, we seek peace and order without carnage and horror as our tools to achieve it.

 

I offered her a place within our forces and told her the Inquisition could do much to help her clan and the clans in general. We have resources and aren't bound by Chantry dogma. She gave no immediate answer and asked for time, which I have given her. I hope she will accept, because if Elves see one of their own -- a mage no less -- given safe harbor it may prompt them to join. Our forces are too few.

 

Adaar is standing guard over her still. A quiet giant of a man, from what little I've seen of him. But perhaps he's loud and just doesn't like me. At any rate, I've given her fairer accommodations.

 

The war table went well though. I readily extended my hand to help. I'll set out with Solas, Varric, and Cassandra towards the Hinterlands... one of the many spots where the fighting between the Mages and Templars has spiraled out of control. Once host to a number of Dalish Elves after the Blight -- a gift to them from the royal family and the Cousland teyrnirs for my king's allies Anessen and Lysa Mahariel's role -- it has since returned to Ferelden's control. I can't say what happened to cause the gift to fall so soon. Even the Elves' role in the Blight seems to have been quickly cast out of mind by the people and tensions remain high between humans and Elves... but even the Dales lasted a few centuries.

 

But this is all pointless speculation. I have nothing to base this off of other then the minds of men.

 

We will see if we can quell the worst of the fighting in the Hinterlands and meet with this Mother Giselle. We will see if we can recruit more people to the Inquisition. By the Stone, these people could use them.

 

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Cassandra knocks on my door. It's time for us to leave.

 

--- From the Journal of Nasir Cadash.

 

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I'm sure many people are now aware I'm kinda rewriting things for Inquisition. I do that. I don't accept the base material given to us, but rather headcanon my own tale of events.

[Al Foley]

The Journal of Benjamin Trevelyan-Entry 4.  

 

Today was one of those weird days where almost nothing was ging right.  Went to go help Varric with his Red Lyrium problem, there was a cave in the way that I could not get into.  Went hunting for Deep Stalkers, couldn't find any.  Hunted for Lord Woolesy, he ended up being a Rage Demon.  Attacked what I thought was a ram and a wolf...ended up being a ram and a bear.  Man those things are...surprisingly tough to kill.  

 

On the bright side though I did find the last memory of the Grey Wardens and then...they were gone.  Moved on.  I find this most strange.  Especially since Blackwall seems very much there and willng to serve out my side.  Talked to him a bit, he seems to be a decent enough sort and reacting positively to my wanting peace...though I suppose who wouldn't.  Aslo, gave the Rams meat to the local people.  I hope it helps.  The Hinterlands seems much more stable since I first visited it.  

 

TOmmorow I start visiting Alexius and the mages to negotiate for sealing the Breach, Maker willing it will go good.  

[keepthebeat929]

[an excerpt from the journal of Inquisitor Zach Adaar.  Partial story spoilers.]

 

So, it looks like Cass will be the new Divine.  I thought it was a shot in the dark when I proposed it to the Chantry, but her work for the Inquisition did most of the talking for me.  Everyone is very excited about it, except Cass herself - It hurts to see how hard she is on herself sometimes - and Leli.  I knew Leli wanted to be Divine, but how do you sell that to the people?  A former bard and spymaster as Divine?  I can see the riots now.

 

Varric and I had a flagon at the tavern tonight.  Ale for him, water for me.  I bought a copy of Swords and Shields from him.  I'm hoping it will spice things up between me and Josie.  Girls and their romance novels, and all.  Varric's pretty sure Josie will laugh herself silly if anything.  It's worth a shot, anyway.

 

Still no word from Solas since he disappeared.  Just as well.  Nothing I did could please the guy.  He was the only member of the Inquisition that wasn't happy with what I did.  Everyone else was great with me, or at least cordial enough.  I'm sure he's happier, wherever he is.

 

Iron Bull said something to me yesterday about writing a book, himself.  Think he wanted to call it the Qunari Sutra, or something.  I don't even want to know what that means.  All I know is to stay way out of earshot when he and Dorian close the door behind them.  Maker's breath.

 

Cullen thanked me again for allowing him to resume taking lyrium.  Another one who's way too hard on himself.  I respect why he tried to quit it, but it's not like quitting alcohol or something.  The stuff changes you, or so I hear.  Cullen's a good man. He deserves better than to have to live every day struggling with something like that.

 

Oh, and Sera hung all of my small clothes from the ramparts today.  Andraste's flaming knickers, it's like having an obnoxious little sister.  But I can't help but love her to pieces despite it all.  She's not malicious.  Maybe I'll get Varric to help me get her back.  He's more clever than I am.

[Al Foley]

The Journal of Benjamin Trevelyan Entry 5-The Mages...damn them.  

 

I was unsure what to think of Fiona when I knew she wanted to rebel, when she did rebel.  I thought it could lead to great evil...and even now, after the fact, I am still unsure what to make of her.  Especially in light of the power of Alexius.  I can certainly sympathize with her and her position and even understand it.  But did that excuse what she did?  Is that a viable justification for her decisions?  Especially for what it almost did to Southern Thedas?  In the end I decided to imprison them, despite me being a mage.  They need to be punished, justice has to be done.  Hopefully, Maker willing and their own good behavior, if they can prove themselves and help us seal the Breach and see this through, then maybe, they will be free to go and we can find a solution once and for all that does not involve us loosing all of our freedoms.  But, the hardest decision of my life...

 

Especially given the consequences with my companions.  Trying to see and explain to all my companions that I want this to be a temporary imprisonment until they can do what is required.  

 

But, on the personal note, seeing Cassandra suffering in that ancient world...it bought home a lot of issues for me.  Me a mage, and her a seeker...maker's breath.  But I do actually care.  

 

The Journal of Benjamin Trevelyan Entry 6-The darkness and the light.  

 

It has been a while since I last journaled, but it is important.  We got our butts kicked.  Haven was destroyed, the Inquisition was almost scattered, but we survived.  And, maybe we can build a new start.  We found an fortress, and are now building it as a new home for the Inquisition.  We need these moments.  We need this, more then anything.  And I have been made leader of the Inquisition.  

 

I admit, perhaps I came down a little harshly on the suggestion at first, and I am not entirely opposed to the idea.  But me, the leader of the Inquisition?  Me a leader at all?  I am an intellectual, reading dusty old tomes on magical theory.  It was...hard to accept.  But, I suppose I have been leading the Inquisition all along, and I hope...Maker willing, I can see this through.  And stop this would be God.  

 

And, in a moment of humanity, I saw Cassandra reading a book.  Swords and Shields.  Smutty Literature.  It was funny, endearing, and we need more...frivelious activities, it will keep us human.  

 

Off to the Forbidden Oasis... 

[Al Foley]

The Journal of Benjamin Trevelyan Entry 7- The Forbidden Oasis was a bit more desert like then I was expecting....

 

Its odd, and I should have known better but I had this completly different image in my head of what the Forbidden Oasis would look like.  I got there with my chosen group of Blackwall, Cassandra, and Solas, and it was pretty desert like.  Also Scout Harding informed me there was a giant roaming the area...fascinating!  Did the usual.  Explored, looked for more shards, closed a Fade Rift, ran down some Venatori, and did a bunch of combat with spiders.  *shivers* They are a lot creepier then the Spiders that infested the bottom levels of the Ostwick tower.  

 

On a second Fade rift something odd happened, for most of the battle, Blackwall sat in the rear and...watched?  And he wouldn't move no matter what I did.  I had to call a retreat and out of potions.  After wiping out another camp of Venatori we retreated back to Skyhold.  But I am going to have to have words with that man.  

 

Surprisingly enough specialists showed up ostensiably to train me in the use of a specialization.  I am curious about this then I am pretty much...anything.