Fenris steals one of Carver’s lines from “Legacy” here. Also: Gore. I REGRET NOTHING!
Oh, and before you do anything else you absolutely must go check out this amazing piece of Black Beast art by Corbie. Seriously, go check it out right now because it’s awesome and heaps better than this chapter which will totally be here when you get back anyway. I promise.
… See?
The morning after, Anders finds himself in the unenviable position of being the responsible adult; Hawke reveals the Dark and Terrible (and Sexy) Secret of Fenris; and the trio make their way towards the Fortress of Ser Whatsit and the Order of the Unnecessary Badness.
Derp derp almost nothing happens here. Stupid filler chapter. Big thank you to anyone who’s managed to stick this story out for this long, and much love to all commentors, kudos-givers and bookmarkers.
It’s the WiP That Wouldn’t Die!
Almost Done. Just the bandages/hand on his right (er, our right, his left) arm, more abuse of the scatter dots brush for the glow, and finishing that Ominous Shadow In The Background.
… and maybe repainting the hair. If I’m feeling masochistic.
One day I will finish this.
Probably sometime around when I finish RH itself, hey…
In caser anyone was paying attention, this is the chapter where the rating changed. Pretty much nothing of importance happens here, with the possible exception of some character exposition in the first thousand-odd words. You Have Been Warned.
Bonus material for this chapter!
Firstly, some bad sketches showing how Anders’ outfit works, just in case you were wondering. Secondly, since the tags here don’t really appropriately convey this fic’s relationship tangle appropriately, I made a trollshipping wall to clarify. Awesome.
2 / 11
