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[prosthetic soul]

That's right.  While others merely prefer to rename their weapons and/or armor I like to go that extra mile and think up a backstory to go along with it.   I recently made a male Elf mage and came up with TWO slight variations on the same backstory for the Staff of Corruption template.  One is completely standalone and the other figuratively rides on the coattails of my Inquisitor. Yeah.  That's how I role. (cue canned laughter.) For length purposes (and your sanity) I will only be sharing the standalone version (my favorite of the two).

 

Name: Staff of the Undying Shadow

 

Variation 1: Dales McDalish (sorry Bioware, you need to make a more extensive language system for your Elvhen.  It is impossible to come up with an original one that fits with the lore without either copying one that already exists or just making up some anachronistic nonsense. But I digress) was an apprentice to his clan's keeper and was well-gifted in the magical arts.  Dales was charismatic, handsome, assuredly popular with his peers and his stature-quite literally-made him stand out.  Unusually tall for an elf, the elders were pleased to see this had not made him some sort of bullied pariah among his clan. 

 

One day, during a customary sojourn through the outskirts of the forest, Dales came upon a clearing that was obviously not natural.  Lying in the center of the clearing was a fragment of rock jutting from the earth.  What was most conspicuous however was not the rock but the shadow it was making.   It was not that of the rock itself but of a figure. 

 

After Dales informed the Keeper of his discovery, he was harshly warned to never visit the place again.  But Dales was so profoundly curious he could not sleep that night.  He made for the mysterious piece of land the next day, this time with one of his closest friends. They both noticed the shadow never changed size or moved.  It was always cast out from the front-facing North-and even if the sun was directly overhead it remained the same.  As the day drew to a close Dales' companion returned to camp and was promptly confronted by the Keeper, who demanded he head back and fetch Dales before he endangered himself or worse, the entire clan. 

 

But when he got back to the clearing Dales was nowhere to be found.  He scoured everywhere but found nothing except Dale's staff lying on the ground.  When he neared the jagged rock, he noticed the shadow was facing east instead of north.  And, perhaps it was just his imagination but he saw that the shadow had gotten slightly taller.    

[MayleneAlterban]

But Dales was so profoundly curious he could not sleep that night.  When he awoke the next morning    

lol, do u even proofread bro

 

That was a pretty neat story, though! I don't have anything I did while roleplaying because I haven't played Inquisition itself much, but I've read just about everything there is to read about it and have used several of the in-game items as major pieces in fanfiction, so I'll toss histories for those up for you in a bit.

[NoForgiveness]

... and I thought I was weird when my dragon age daydreaming consisted of running fingers through Sera's hair...

[prosthetic soul]

lol, do u even proofread bro

 

That was a pretty neat story, though! I don't have anything I did while roleplaying because I haven't played Inquisition itself much, but I've read just about everything there is to read about it and have used several of the in-game items as major pieces in fanfiction, so I'll toss histories for those up for you in a bit.

Thanks!  Just edited it!  *slaps forehead*

[KaiserShep]

I found it a bit too time consuming to come up with backstories for the names of all my weapons, so some of them were just based off of the stats. Like, a pair of daggers, one boosting dexterity and the other boosting cunning would be Nimble and Quick respectively. The bow for my Inquisitor, which I named Shiny's Death Adder, was basically just a Seramance mixed with the fact that it was enchanted with a rune that boosts damage toward humans enemies. 

[nightscrawl]

I have two RP reasons for the naming of two weapons that I craft, but the weapons themselves aren't significant or anything, like Evanura and whatnot.

[AntiChri5]

I often have a roleplay reason for the names and appearance of crafted gear, but I never go so far as to write up a backstory. Not even I have time for that.

[prosthetic soul]

I often have a roleplay reason for the names and appearance of crafted gear, but I never go so far as to write up a backstory. Not even I have time for that.

Came up with the story in 5 minutes.  Took me about 30 minutes to write it though seeing as how I'm a terrible perfectionist with that sort of thing.

[MilesUpShore]

I started giving Solas' gear insulting names. Because of reasons. 

[SomberXIII]

I don't have time for this.

[htisscrimbliv]

I named the new bow i made that shoots explosive arrows, "The still only counts as one".

My inquisitor was scouring the emerald graves in hopes of finding the gauntlets of the last crusader. While searching he came across an undead elephant with 3 arrows in the back of it's head. It charged, and the inquisitor just managed to duck out of the way in time. Looking around for a way to stop the undead creature, he saw a bow hanging atop the highest branch of the highest tree in the graves. He began a sprint that just barely managed to match the pace of the elephant who was now chasing him. A band of red templars ambushed him, attempting to cut his stomach with their blades. They staggered back as his silver mail deflected the blow and began to charge again. The inquisitor rolled under the templar and stuck his dagger through what used to be his butt cheek, but now serves as a secondary poop hole. The other templars began to run at the inquisitor, who, at this point, knew he was outmatched without a formidable weapon. He leaped on the first ones head and jumped on the tree that he was sprinting to. The elephant, who now caught up with rest, plowed the templars into the tree, seperating their upper torso from their legs. The inquisitor climbed the tree as fast as he could because the elephant was now trying to bring it down. He made it to the branch and grasped his right hand around the bow. He felt a power surge through him, a power he never felt. Before he had time to celebrate the tree began to fall over in record time. The inquisitor jumped off just before it hit the ground and rolled away from the impact. He grabbed 2 arrows from his quiver, and placed them on the drawstring of the near perfectly aligned bow. The elephant, that was now running at the inquisitor from the other side of the tree, felt a shiver go down its tusk as it saw the inquisitor close one eye and release the 2 arrows. One hit the nose and bounced off, the other pierced it's eye. It roared and began to fumble around at the loss of its eyesight, and attempted to smash the inquisitor with its feet. Inky, who was now in control of the battle, rolled out from under the elephant, pulled back another 2 arrows, and put it out of its misery. Sera, who had just watched the whole thing go down, tried to insult him on how long it took the inquisitor to kill it. He pulled out a 5th arrow, and put it right between her eyes, done with her bull****. He looked at the 2 corpses, and back towards skyhold, with only one thought on mind. "Well... ****."