rmore from the david gaider interview with thedas uk
Can I ask, what effect if any Anders being merged with Justice is going to have on his Calling?
Uh...interesting. I'm getting some...okay, it's gone now, I was hearing a mental voice there, it was weird. [laughter] There were some plans to address that but in the end it became very complicated. I think there are a couple possibilities. One is that the spirit within Anders can affect the level of his corruption, so it may delay or remove the necessity for his Calling altogether. Either that or at some point the corruption within Anders is going to corrupt the spirit. I think those are the two most likely outcomes. I'm not going to say which of those we prefer, because Anders can survive DA2 so therefore there's a possibility that we may need him in the future.
DG: There is a Knight Divine. That’s the structure of the Templars. The Templar Order head, the Knights Divine actually, they’re plural. They serve directly underneath the Divine, herself. Technically it’s kind of her bodyguards but they’re also the heads of the Templar Order. Even then they’re still subservient to the Seekers, the Seekers are a separate group which is also above the Templars. You can sort of think of them as, I don’t know if you have this in the UK, Internal Affairs. A group within the police force that is separate but above. The Knights Divine control the day to day operations of the Templars, they are the ones who make all the rules, and a Seeker doesn’t normally control the Templars. But if a Seeker shows up, they have the authority to override everybody else, that’s the function they represent. They are the watchers of the watchmen.
TUK: So it’s the equivalent of the Ars Magica Inquisitor Internal, isn’t it?
DG: Yes. As a matter of fact the Templars were once all part of a group called the Inquisition. There was an Inquisition in Thedas. It existed around the time that the Chantry started to come to be. This was a time after the First Blight, after Andraste’s March, when there was chaos everywhere, the Imperium had broken apart, you had the Old God cults, so a lot of blood magic. There was a lot of chaos, you had the cults of Andraste…and the Inquisition sort of arose as a group of people who said “Enough is enough, somebody has to do something about this magic that is tearing apart the world.” And when the Chantry came to be they went to the Inquisition and said “Hey, we’re of the same mind on this, why don’t we pull together” and that’s when the Inquisition turned into the Seekers and the Templar Order. They kind of merged. It’d be interesting to see if the Inquisition ever rose up again.
…but aside from this tantalizing snippet, you’re probably going to want to read this whole thing if you haven’t already. so many topics discussed, so much to think about and react to and wave your arms around over. i can’t even believe how awesome this is, and how awesome those in charge of the interview are.
I’m trying my hand at the alphabet meme. I left a quick synopsis about it here, since it’s an AU, but to summarize: no Danarius, no tattoos, and a life in Kirkwall with a few familiar faces. Thanks to Combination-nc for starting the meme.
In these first scenes, Leto is young, about eight years old.
Leto learns to survive in a city that is anything but kind. (Alternate Universe, eventual Fenris/Anders)
A is for Absence
They leave for the market that morning.
Leto likes it at first, the quiet of the small hovel all to himself, without Varania to interfere with what he wants to do or tattle to Mother about what that he doesn’t.
But when dusk settles in and he’s hungry and still alone, and all the fun is gone, he’s too scared to do anything other than wait.
They don’t return.
B is for Bandits
They descend like vultures.
His family is gone for maybe a few days before word spreads, before someone bigger, meaner, than Leto claims the house. It’s all he can do to slip out the window without being seen.
He wanders, and the other elves in the alienage, working or returning or just talking to neighbors, follow him with their eyes — he can feel it, like an itch beneath his skin — but they don’t say anything.
He’s just another mouth to feed, and it’s better if he learns that now.
C is for Chance
They meet when Leto is at his hungriest, his thirstiest, his dirtiest. His feet are sore, and his head is dizzy, and he’s too tired to wait around and hope that the merchants will give him what they can’t sell today.
He finds himself at the heap of discarded crates and old sacks, things no one wants anymore, just like him, and there is old, half-molded bread that’s enough to make his stomach turn in a painful reminder of how empty it is.
And someone takes it before he can.
The other boy is pale and blond and glaring as if he has more right to it than Leto does, but Leto tips his head and glares back.
It’s the unflinching silence that makes Leto uncomfortable, that makes him shift in place, and the other boy seems no better, finally looking away and tentatively extending his hand, bread and all.
“We’ll share,” the boy says, but all Leto can do is watch. That makes the boy impatient; he breaks the stale bread in two. “Well, do you want it or not?”
Leto finally takes his half, and around hungry mouthfuls, when there is barely room to talk at all, they exchange names. The quiet caution doesn’t quite leave, and neither does Leto. He stays past what must be considered polite, and when the boy — Anders, he says to call him — decides to find a place for the night, he doesn’t stop Leto from following.
Anders says it’s because Darktown, where they’re going, is cold, and at least with two of them, it won’t be as bad — but Leto thinks that he might be scared and lonely, too.
The mental image of Varania telling on Leto, won’t leave me alone. Now I shall hope you’ll tell me about their first scam.
It comes as no surprise to Karl that as Anders’ Harrowing is drawing closer, his friend turns increasingly jittery and ill-tempered. There is no doubt in Karl’s mind that he will pass it; he can easily imagine Anders staring down a demon and seeing through all…