eveninglottie:ASCENDANT: PROPHET EMINENT UPDATEFrom the ashes of Haven, the Inquisitor rises. As Ros
eveninglottie:ASCENDANT: PROPHET EMINENT UPDATEFrom the ashes of Haven, the Inquisitor rises. As Roslyn’s power grows and the world turns to her for salvation, something else stirs in the shadows—something ancient, that should never have been forgotten.Dragon Age || Solas x Trevelyan || Sequel to Herald AsunderThe room stank of rotting blood, so thick and oppressive that Roslyn’s eyes were beginning to water.The walls were painted in archaic symbols, some of them looking almost familiar, some of them slashed through with more ink, some defaced with pock-marks—as if their maker had thrown acid at the walls in a fit of anger.Over it all laid eyes. Crude, rendered in white paint, dripping. As if, no matter how many symbols, how many secrets Bard uncovered, he always ended with eyes.She’d been standing in this room for the better part of half an hour, after ensuring that her people who had been captured were unharmed and whole, and still she couldn’t bear to go through the notes, to touch the pile of bleached white skulls heaped against the back wall, to figure out what this man was doing. It reeked of lunacy. She was afraid that if she touched it, uncovered any shred of it, she would contract the same madness.Or she might destroy everything to be rid of it, and they needed all the information they could get. She couldn’t risk losing any clue, any hint as to what Bard had been doing.The only thing she had been able to pick up was a leather case of thin, engraved vials. Compared to the rest of the ramshackle room, they were finely made—the case stitched with silver thread, a red silk seal pressed into the front flap, the vials made of carefully blown glass to give the effect of a beast swallowing the liquid at its end. Five of nine vials remained, capped and sealed with wax, four slots empty in the pressed leather. The opaque, nearly black liquid coated the sides of the glass, so thick it barely moved when she tipped it to one side.She had no knowledge of tonics or potions. She’d never had the aptitude for leaning formulas and measurements, for sitting in the basement of Aiden’s Tower with the Tranquil, slowly uncovering the secrets of the natural world. She had a guess as to what this was, what it might be.Blood.>>> Read the rest on AO3Like what I do? Consider supporting me on Ko-Fi! -- source link
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