Identity

by Hitting On Cullen

In that hut, the world would change. In Qunandar, the most influential Kossith in Qunari history would rise to power. In Kirkwall, rules set in stone would be tested and broken. In the Inquisition, she would make a difference and fight for what she believe in. It was in the Dragon Age that culture would break and Kithshok would reign powerful in the history books.

3. Discussions Between Three Idiots Leaders

Living in Qunandar was something of an adventure everyday. The Salisari being part of the civilians lives was the norm and when the trio inevitably went out to drink with their subordinates, they were treated as normal Qunari, not the leaders of the entire Qun. Imekari of Ashaad followed her Tama around practically everywhere, learning something new everyday. She would learn the ins and outs of the politicking that the leaders of the Qun had to deal with and shadowing the Salisari when they were not on expeditions became her education.

"You have no desire to get rid of the Imekari Arishok?" The Ariqun drawled, lounging on the daybed in her office. In her hand she twirled a glass of Seheron brewed whiskey. Across the room, the Arishok sat stretched out on a couch, claws fiddling with the expensive fabric.

"No, she has potential and craves education, I will not hinder her learning process." His head dipped, "She shows signs of a great leader, independence, decisiveness, accountability for her actions, she wants to succeed, I see it in her eyes."

"You speak of her as if she could rise to a member of the Triumvirate?" The Arigena piped up, glancing at the large male. "She is simply an imekari and yet you hold her in great respect." He chuffed, glaring at the leader of the workers.

"Imekari of Ashaad has potential to be an irreplaceable asset to the Antaam." The Ariqun snorted.

"The imekari is female, she is not suitable for the Antaam." The Arishok side eyed the female ruler, a frown growing on his full lips.

"I have seen her in combat, it is where she belongs, female or not, it is her purpose in the Qun." He spoke in a low tone, the low baritone growl of his voice rumbling in his chest. The third member of the room, another white haired female Qunari, interrupted, her claws toying with a thin braid that rested on her chest as she spoke.

"You are willing to break ancient cultural laws for this imekari, why is she so special?" The skepticism was obvious in her gravelly voice, this was the Mad Ox they were dealing with after all, no impulse control was his nickname. He was a damn good general, both women in the room knew that, but they also knew he was the youngest out of all of them, having been chosen for the position of Arishok at twenty one years, now hitting his late twenties. It had only made sense for them to choose the Mad Ox for Arishok, his tactics, however insane, worked. He was a genius in both war and politics.

"I will make her aqun-athlok if necessary. She will change something, I can feel it right here," He tapped the center of his chest, "She is a prodigy, if you let me do this, she will make history." If he was that confident about it, they'd have to allow him to move forward. He was mad, but the two women had learned that his gut instincts were the closest thing to seeing visions as non-Saarebas would get.