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[MadMadCarl]

The idea is simple, share your original fanfic created characters, factions or creatures on a codex entry, we also can discuss them here

[Serelir]

I like this idea. More coffee is required.

[kalenath]

I guess I will give this a try.

 

Here is one based off an Original Character I came up with.

 

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[Surface Dwarf Sniper]

 

Master of archery and concealment who took up poaching after an 'unfortunate' incidence involving the Carta, fifteen silver pieces and a willing tavern girl. Was caught by the Inquisition after sneaking into and almost all the way out of a supply camp. Was offered a job on the spot and hasn't looked back. But the supply officers curse his name when things start vanishing.

 

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'You will never see death coming.'

 

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My Lord,

 

With all due respect, I do not believe that the death of your son was my fault. No one I know of could have made that shot. The range to the enemy that we could see was over five hundred yards. No longbow in existence can throw an arrow that distance with any kind of accuracy even with magic enhancement. Crossbows likewise. When asked, the rangers in my company all said that the shooter had to be far closer, but none of us saw anything out of the ordinary. None of the vegetation in that area would have hidden something the size of a human. We were on alert due to you son demanding that we accost the trespassers that he had discovered.

 

The fact that he insisted that the Inquisition forces were 'trespassing' while on the King's Highway is not a matter for me to comment on. I have no knowledge of what his tutors taught him about geography and politics. The fact that he ordered Master Lewo to 'incinerate the fools who laughed at me' when he rode up, drunk, and demanded they leave territory that was not on your lands is not. Your son drew his sword on the master mage when Master Lewo rightly refused to start hostilities and who knows what might have happened if that crossbow bolt had not ended the discussion.

 

The facts of the matter are plain, my lord. Your son attempted to start a fight with Inquisition forces traveling on King Alistair's Highway. If he had done that to an Orlesian Chevalier or a Fereldan Ash Warrior, or heaven forbid, a Templar, I would not be in your dungeon as I would be dead along with all of the forces under my command.

 

Whoever fired that bolt prevented what would have been a very short battle between the under strength company under my command and the battalion of Inquisition troops that were passing. Regrettably, your son could not be saved. If he had not tried to pull the bolt from his shoulder, the barbed head would not have severed the artery there and let him bleed to death before we could aid him. I do not believe that the unknown shooter intended his death and that scares me, My Lord. That level of accuracy is unbelievable.

 

But if I may be frank? If your son had said what he said to any knight bearing arms, he would have been dead after his second comment. Any knight of your household will say the same. That anyone who calls an armed and armored female warrior who is bearing a banner what he called her deserves whatever he gets.

 

That crossbowman saved the lives of a company of troops of your Arling. Said crossbowman also apparently did not intend your son's death. Whoever it was, I never want to fight them. We never saw them.

 

In life or in death, I remain your faithful servant,

 

Lieutenant Willian of Gothas

[Serelir]

Here's mine:

 

Marginalia found in a copy of the Tome of the Slumbering Elders, mis-shelved in the Great Library, Minrathous:

 

Elm, loveliest of trees,

 

On your branches, winter leaves its mark,

 

Yearning, now sighing,

 

Only moonless nights in Arlathan

 

Reawaken awareness

[Andromelek]

I've created many things on my fanfic "Wrath of the Deeps", but I think the ones who deserve to be shared first are the demons I made.


Cruelty Demon

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Of all kind of Demons we know, I'm certain to say, no one is more vicious and twisted on nature than the Cruelty demons, they may not be the most cunning nor the most powerful but they can seed the most evil ideas on the heart of men, the complex of their nature even has granted them an almost human appearance, they are difficult to tell from a wounded soldier, though, once one realizes the ease they have to walk with such quantity of wounds and that their armors full of spikes and the chains they use as weapons are actually encrusted on their bodies on a manner of torture device, it becomes pretty clear they are not humans at all.

There have been few encounters with these kind of demon due their nature, which is often hard to find, out of tyrants and sociopaths, however they seem to be aware of that, all demons are treacherous, but Cruelty have less scruples than the others for that, they make their host do terrible things, knowing that such actions would make people grow angry at the host, they only do this with the very intention to make the people unleash their cruelty on their host and take one as their new, often allowing more Cruelty demons seize of those persons.

When they are able to enter on the world, they rarely come alone, demons such as Fear and Despair tend to keep an eye on them, while they use melee rather than magic to fight, they employ the magic to seek the dying and the hungry people and keep them alive without actually relieve their pain.

Thank the Maker that these creatures are rarely seen, and remember that people with power gets to call more their attention, fulfill your duty without abusing the power it provides you.

- From The True Threat of Magic by Lady Seeker Alandra Vael.

Regret Demon

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When it comes to speak about the inhabitants of the Fade, we always have to ask, how many emotions are they incarnating and which ones, one of the most polemical has been Regret. The feeling it's a proof of moral and of conscious beings' perception of what is right and what is wrong, however the controversy came when it was tried to be categorised as spirit or as demon, the feeling itself it's not bad, but a creature whose feed consists on exploit such emotion, would likely torture its host by reminding it all its faults, so, the correct assessment should be take it as a demon.

We have nothing but clues of their existence: Records of greedy nobles that suddenly realized their loneliness, crime lords falling into an unexplainable depression or ruthless barbarian chieftains questioning their own gods and beliefs, though it could be a reasonable reaction without involving a demon, what it's odd is that these characters had particularly large lifespans, while under normal circumstances they would have died shortly after beginning to show a remorseful behaviour, this fact has led us to believe Regret might come from Demons whose purpose has been lost when their victim felt empty after following their path. There has been no sighting of such kind of creature, my theory has been always that somehow they still being amorphous even on their real form and after all my years of research, I've finally found evidence to support my theory, the scroll contains what seems to be a proper mention of them, a tale banned by the Chantry that was supposed be a part the Chant of Light, no less, it reads:

"And Maferath turned to see from the distance the victim of his betrayal, the woman he once loved and comforted was burning now, he waited, for he knew that on his jealousy he had betrayed the woman and wronged the Maker she had choose over him, for his surprise, the skies did not let fall their wrath upon him, instead a gentle wind blew, a smoke coming from Andraste's pyre went close to him, the smoke touched him, and when it did, Maferath heard Andraste crying on despair as she did on the long nights prior her dreams with the Maker, when Maferath was the only one comforting her, the voice then asked, why she was betrayed and if the benefits of such deal were worth at all, the Alamarri tried to flee from the smoke, but even when he did not see it, he still felt its presence and the unbeaten weight of the sadness it was provoking to him, and finally a deep voice came from the skies:
---You may not find shelter on this world, no place at my side will be granted to you, for you are; now and forever, the prey of Regret."

-From Hierarchy on the Veil by Magister Parthalan.