And There Was a Rabbit involved...

That's fine! Some things don't fit the character we roleplay so we do what we must to be true to their story.

No harm in trying! People have awesome headcanons all the time and I love reading how they see their Inquisitor's personalities and experience shaped them! The Cadash story's been stewing in the back of my head for a long time so there's been a chance to give it a long winded length.

I never know what to pick , I like hearing Varric talks about Hawke , but I also like when my Dalish Inqui talks about Dalish stuff.

Drat, I've found a few more details on tumblr that I got incorrect. If anyone knows the exact phrasing of how each race's story began and ended, I'd very much appreciate it.

So far, what I've found was:
-Inquisitor Adaar tells a story about job their mercenary band completed in Southern Nevarra with donkeys.
-Inquisitor Noble Trevelyan spins a tale about their aunt making the family attend an Antivan Opera, which led to them shaming their aunt and having her refuse to speak with them for 3 months.
-Inquisitor Mage Trevelyan will talk about how their Harrowing got them put in the Ostwick history book and the event was never spoken of again.
-Inquisitor Lavellan will tell the story of their clan camping near a well and hearing noises, ending with humans running back to their village bare naked.
-Cadash Inquisitor will tell them about the time they were collecting Carta protection money and ultimately had to deal with this old seamstress.

I could've sworn that it was in the Vimmark Mountains, which are in the Free Marches, iirc.

Anyway, I do a DA RP with some friends on another forum and we had part where our characters were telling stories and I had it where my character (named Deyren) had a job that lined up with the job that Adaar talks about.

Here it is (this is from my character's POV and it's from a while ago):
POV: Deyren

Ooh, a flashback! Interesting...

Ah, right, have to set the scene. Alright, so I'm on a ship to Kirkwall from Amaranthine. Already two and a half days into the three-day journey. Damn ship's crowded below deck, so I'm staying up top for fresh air.

Took a job from some noble in Denerim who wanted me to keep an eye on some mercs who were supposed to be watching a caravan for him. Nobles hiring mercs to watch other mercs... yep, that makes sense...

Really, I don't get why he didn't just send one of his own to watch over the caravan and the escort, but then again, he was paying quite a lot for me to do this, so should I be complaining? Well, I'm not complaining, exactly. It just makes no sense to me. He's probably spending more on protecting the caravan than the caravan itself is worth. Meh, I'll never understand nobles.

What was the name of the merc company that was doing the escort? Something Qunari, I know that. Vah-Low Cats, or something along those lines. Those Qunari words are so damn hard to pronounce.

Now, this was a couple years after the Qunari got kicked out of Kirkwall, so the people there were more worried about the mages and Templars than a merc company of Tal-Vashoth (that's probably the only Qunari term I can pronounce) marching around. The noble said that there would be a mix of human and elf guards with the caravan so I wouldn't stand out much. I found that disappointing, but at least it made some sense.

After a few hours, I met up with the caravan and the qunari company outside the city. Turns out that the caravan was actually dozens of donkeys!



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(UNRELATED TO THE STORY ITSELF, SO I REMOVED IT)

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So, where was I? Oh, right. The donkeys. Alright, so we headed off to take the donkeys to Starkhaven, which was about a week away.

A day or two in and we were crossing through some mountains, and unfortunately, I, along with most of the other guards were downwind of the herd. Most of us were keeping our mouths and noses covered, but that didn't keep the smell out of our noses completely.

I went to look at one of the qunari who was the leader of the company- Shokra-something- and I just had to comment on the smell. "Smells like a lot of ass, doesn't it?"

Of course, he started laughing, but then he started breathing in the entirety of the stench and started coughing and choking on it! That's when we all repeated the exact same sequence of reactions! I'm pretty sure it went through our group in a wave before we were all coughing and choking on the smell.

The day after, we were almost out of the mountains. One of the qunari apparently saw a rabbit and ran off after it and he almost started a damned stampede! Though, then again, I'm not really sure if donkeys can stampede, but I sure as hell don't want to test it. We camped at the base of the mountains and I went off to take a piss, and find something to fight. The whole trip was really boring. I eventually found a bear and killed it. You remember that I came back with a bear pelt on my back, right? Well, that's where I get the pelt.

Anyway, when I finally got back, half of the herd was gone, several qunari were sleeping on the ground stomach-first, some with their pants around their knees- don't ask.... no, seriously, don't, I've got no fucking clue what happened-, and that Shokra-guy saying to one of the donkeys, "We shall never speak of this again."


The donkey he was talking to just turned around and left. When I finally got back to that noble in Denerim and told him what happened, he just sat there with his jaw hanging open. I managed to get him to pay me more than what he originally promised since he was so shocked!---
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Don't judge me >_>