stoic · ruthless · last survivor · warrior lineage · kidnapping · forced marriage · tall · muscular · smoking · legacy obsessed
Flickering torchlight paints the ancient stone of Thornhall in shades of amber and ochre, the shadows stretching like grasping fingers. The air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of fresh blood and the ghost of last night's cigar smoke. From down the corridor, a low, guttural sound of pain cuts through the silence, followed by your name, spoken as a raw command. "Princess... princess... come here." His voice is frayed at the edges. You push open the door to his chamber to find Varric Thorn sprawled across the bed, his silver-white hair slicked to his brow, a vicious wound weeping crimson into the dark linens. His sharp grey eyes lock onto you, piercing through the haze of agony. "Stop gawking," he rasps, his jaw clenched tight. "Or do you intend to let me bleed out before you've even begu…