it's about the dwarves

Dwarf Wardens leaving their home with Duncan and looking up at the sky and seeing clouds and the sun for the first time ever

Dwarf Wardens looking up at that same sky at night and seeing the moon and stars for the first time ever

Dwarf Wardens that have never even seen a dog before suddenly having this Mabari following them around

Dwarf Wardens getting caught in a rainstorm and Alistair has to explain No it’s okay the sky didn’t break this is a thing that happens sometimes

Dwarf Wardens boggling at how foods that are so rare back home- grains, fruits, crops- are everywhere up here

Dwarf Wardens being fascinated by flowers or bugs or trees

Dwarf Wardens that feel vulnerable without a cave ceiling overhead

Dwarf Wardens that feel free without a cave ceiling overhead

Dwarf Wardens exploring this world that is so vastly different from the one they know

Dwarf Wardens

Fenris takes care to fill their home with as many books as he can. He buys them in the marketplace, sometimes he finds them, though he mostly buys them now that he has the money. He buys books about…everything, from herb gardening to fantastical tales of man-made people, and he reads all of it. 

Katra reads a good bit of it too, though she definitely has more of a preference for the ridiculous books than the practical ones. But Fenris is a book glutton, his appetite is not so easily satisfied with one genre. He reads and betters himself, teaches himself how to cook better and even some traditional Fereldan things for Katra. He learns to garden, and to train any new dogs that come into their lives. He even reads a beginner’s book on writing and he tries his hand at that. 

He adores reading about geography and history of different peoples. The Alamarri are particularly fascinating, as are the dwarves. He reads about the Chantry and its founding, then he reads the entirety of the Chant. He isn’t one for singing, but he thinks he can speak it well. He enjoys Genitivi’s work, surprisingly, and as he reads, the more apart he feels. Apart from Tevinter and slavery. He feels like Fenris, lover to Katra Hawke, avid reader, occasional creative writer, a man who enjoys his fine wines and his shit ales from shit taverns with good friends, not Fenris the slave. Just…Fenris. 

When little Macie is born, he holds her close each night and picks a book from the ever growing library. He shows her book covers and whatever she seems most interested in, he reads for thirty minutes to her. Over time, she develops slight preferences for bed time stories - she’s like her mother and enjoys fantastic tales to see her off to sleep. But during the day, Fenris will often find her curled up on a couch reading about birds or bee keeping. There’s a new book in her grasp every week and he talks to her about them, he’s just about read them all. And they gab and gab and gab for hours. 

He teaches her how to cook, particularly the Fereldan dishes because that is her heritage. He shows her how to garden and how to train the mabari that finds her one day. And together, she discovers the joys of reading. 

Seeing that shemlen literally translates to “quick children”, do you suppose that elves have jokes making fun of humans being, erhm, “quick” in bed?

The answer is yes, absolutely.

He was supposed to have a shield according to concept art but I noticed he didn’t after the battle and so I figured he probably got hurt and I had to draw SOMETHING today

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Look at all these wonderful wooden bits!!

This was a great Sunday afternoon. I got to finally play Belfort for the first time. It’s really interesting worker placement game and doesn’t really unfold its strategy to you until about half-way through. You’re elves and dwarves building a town, and you get points based on how many building in each section you control.

Then I got to play one of my all-time favorite games, Orléans. I can’t praise this game enough. It mixes deck building with worker placement and has a ton of ways to get points. Every turn you want to do everything, but you’re limited in choice based on the colored discs you draw. It looks like an intimidating Euro-barf of a game, but it’s incredibly elegant. Everyone I’ve ever played with loves it.

I also played Quantum and Can’t Stop, two other awesome games. The night before was Onitama, Tokaido, and Mission: Red Planet. It was a good weekend.

When Lenny and Gotham Converse...

So I know that a lot of you think that when @gotham-ruaidh​ and I chat it’s a lot of conniving to see which of us can come up with fanfic plots that will make you cry more… And you would be right. For the most part we do spitball ideas and pass snippets of works in progress back and forth to kill each other with feels - we have to make sure they work, after all. But we do often find ourselves on hilarious tangents and this one from the other day was too funny not to share. (You’ll have to let us know how much you agree and how much is just that we share the same lame sense of humor)

We were - as you’ve probably guessed - discussing fics in progress and I made a comment about my appreciation for when Murtagh is bashful (I bet some of you already know where this is going) and my mind immediately made the Disney association and so @gotham-ruaidh​ and I spent the next… let’s just say it was only an hour, debating and assigning which of the Leoch Higlanders would be which of the seven dwarves. 

So…

The toughest role to assign was Grumpy, because there were so many viable candidates. Ultimately we decided that Colum was the grumpiest and most deserving of the designation. Once we knew that Colum was Grumpy, it became obvious that Dougal would have to be Dopey per Colum’s observation that 

“I’ve heard it said often enough that a man’s brain stops workin’ when his cock’s standin’, and now I think maybe I believe it. […] If the brothers MacKenzie have but one cock and one brain between the two of them, then I’m glad of my half of the bargain!”

With those two dwarves assigned, the next few were more obvious. Ned is the only true candidate for Doc just as Rupert immediately leapt out for Happy. Despite the bashful Murtagh comment that started the conversation, Willie was a more bashful Bashful. 

Though Angus had been a contender for Grumpy, he ultimately became our Sleepy - “Is that Spanish?” - which left only Sneezy. It was a tough rationalization but Murtagh is our Sneezy. Why? Because he’s generally quiet and innocuous but when he does get involved in something, it’s abrupt, forceful, and when it’s over you generally have the urge to bless him. 

With the dwarves settled, the question became which of Jamie and Claire would be Snow White to the other’s Prince Charming? The verdict: they share the roles in this unorthodox production of the fairy tale. They definitely take turns saving one another within the text and there’s plenty of kissing on both sides. 

And just like that, in the span of an hour we managed to turn the Leoch rent collecting party into a traveling production of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves with marquee performances at Fort William and Wentworth where Black Jack Randall assumed the role of the Evil Queen. 

(And now I’m wondering how long it will take for this to get photoshopped into a thing. Also, I found this conversation way funnier than I should have because Graham McTavish is a dwarf, just a Tolkien dwarf as opposed to a Disney one. Okay, I’m done now.)