The Lighthouse, our beloved Dreadrook Discord server went through some light renovations and since its better than ever, I decided a new announcement had to be made.
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Well as it is already known by now, I have been all about Elgy for quite a while, and my main longfic has my whole heart. I have never been so obsessed with a story and a hc as I am with this one, and never has my OC, who has been in three games with me, been so at home in the insanity I threw her in.
I will share a bit of the latest chapter of my main fic, A Song For Usurpers, and another bit from a one-shot which is adjacent to main headcanon.
So here goes, both fresh off the press under the cut!
*a note that for some reason Tumblr hates indented text today so I had to post them as it is. *sigh*
In some ways, spirits, even incarnated ones, were simple beings. She tried to send her mind back in time, or rather forward, when she had fought him, to gauge whether he ever lied, if it was in his nature. Not even Solas truly lied; he warped, twisted, and manipulated the truth, but did not lie. How was Elgarānan? Was he the same? He could manipulate, he could entice, and had a frightening understanding of emotions and especially pain. She would never forget how he twisted the knife, reminding her of her failures and especially ofā¦ Davrin.
As foggy and fleeting as those memories were, Davrinās death seemed to trigger it all, like a waterfall of visions and emotions and forgotten paradigms suddenly tumbling through her mind. She could see it all. She had broken him, had betrayed him and led him on.
And he died.
The knowledge was alive and rational, but nothing was worse than the fleeting glimpses into those times. For less than a breath, she was there, feeling, tasting, and smelling it all as it used to be. It was as if plunging her whole soul into a pool of past events, then quickly reemerging. One moment she was her Ancient Alathan self, and another that untethered and unbound Rook, running wild through Minrathous, filled to the brim with hate for the city and this entire cursed realm.
She was supposed to figure out if Elgarānan was a liar, not be punched in the gut with her own ancient guilt. And he still hadnāt said anything.
āYour grace?ā She called out with feigned confidence, though she wanted nothing more than to crumble in a heap and mourn unwelcome, useless memories.
āI am here.ā His voice was deeper and slightlyā¦off. There was a certain tone to it that she had come to know. He was distracted, pondering on something. āDrink it. It is a command.ā The game was over, and the vines loosened around her, his presence slowly retreating along with them.
She followed them with her eyes as they slithered back up the walls and then glanced back at the cordial. The sun was higher; splotches of light filtered through the dewy glass and danced upon the wall behind it.
She had to, she knew. She had to drink it. She knew his patience could be endless, measured only by his curiosity. An immortalās perception of time was beyond her understanding. He would watch her forever in her little cell, as if she was an ant in a terrarium. There was no time for that; she had to get out of this cell. She had to gain his trust, despite the hateful voice that spoke of her naivete at believing such things were possible with someone like him. What other option was there?
Taunting him by simply refusing the dream? Testing his patience and seeing who would break first. Ending up killed or worse if he did get bored of such a game?
She walked back to the nightstand and stopped right beside it, the tips of her fingers resting upon wood that had been polished to a marble-like sheen. Chambers like the one she had been imprisoned in were fit for a ruler or a high cleric back in her home realm. Ancient Arlathan had reached a level of glory and wealth that she could not compare to anything she had ever seen in her lifetime.
Streets paved with gold and magic, and prisons of marble and silkā¦
She wrapped her fingers around the thin, cool neck of the carafe and carefully poured the honey coloured liquid into the crystalline glass beside it. She wanted to belong here, she realized. To fit right in the place that was set aside for her, to fill this mould like water. Wanted to be swallowed whole by the magic and blinding light of it all.
She lifted the glass to her lips, inhaling the scent of meadows, elder flowers and gurgling streams. When the liquid fell upon her tongue, the taste of apples and honey coaxed out a sigh, but when it slid down her throat she felt it rushing through her muscles, deep into her bones, loosening her limbs, making her mind unfold like a ripened flower.
She would not be able to control the dream, she thought in amused defeat as she let her body fall back upon the bed. He had cornered her in an impossible situation and knew what he was doing all along.
āThere, there,ā he patronized her in that disturbingly comforting way of his. āThe sweet taste of surrender. Nothing alike it.ā
The fic here: A Song For Usurpers
On closer inspection, what she thought was a half-grass, half-stone mound turned out to be a dragonās skull, peeking from behind the left wall; whatever was left of its body curled around and behind the building. Parts of the bones were swallowed by the earth and ribbons of moss grew all over it.
āThis feelsā¦ā whispered Bellara, as they both instinctively stopped in the same spot.
āScary?ā Laughed Rook, eager to dissipate the tension.
āYeah, kinda,ā Bellara smiled a smile that did not reach her eyes. āThere is some sort of field here.ā
āNo crystals, though,ā Rook looked around for anything that would help them deactivate whatever guarded the building.
āYeah, it feels inactive, and yetā¦ā
āYet alive,ā continued Rook.
āExactly!ā
āSpirits perhaps?ā
āYeah, thatās what I am thinking too.ā
Rook crouched and touched the tiny flowers. āWhat is it with these orchids, though? Theyāre everywhere.ā
āOh no one really knows. That is why they need to be studied.ā
āYes, but what is your theory?ā Rook insisted as she held a pink flower head between her fingers. The whole plant was no taller than her palm, and the blooms were tiny and delicate. She felt pulled by them again. Irresistibly drawn to study, to understand them, to fully immerse herself in whatever magic they possessed. Also, to sleep amongst them, for a strange reason.
āWell. I have my theories, of course, but they are a bitā¦ Ah, not that well received.ā Bellara hid her frustration under nervous laughter. Rook knew her well by now.
āJust tell me.ā
āI will, but first letās just enter. We mean no harm, and whatever resides here will know that. And if not, we will fight!ā
āRight,ā said Rook while standing, her friendās excitement making her every move hesitant. āBut better not step on themā¦ā she said, yet not fast enough because Bellara had indeed placed her bare foot directly into the patch of flowers, with their oddly judgmental pink heads. āBellara! Stop!ā But that did not help because the words did not reach Bellara, who, in a matter of moments, had been swallowed by some sort of force. To Rook, it looked like a scintillating wall, a flickering, thick membrane that shone in rainbows like a spill of oil, swallowed her friend up, and then was gone, as if nothing had ever been there.
āBellara!ā Rook frantically screamed, doing a confused little dance in place, controlling the urge to follow through the arch, the orchids be damned. āGoodness, pleaseā¦ Ah, what do I do? What do I do?ā
She walked away from the flowers, the urge to trample all over them and follow Bellara unbearable. āAlright, there must be another way in.ā
She fought herself, her panic and confusion, magic bubbling and rippling under her skin like boiling water. āGods, calm down.ā
A few breaths in, some useless walking in circles, a couple of desperate swigs from her water flask, and her eyes returned to the dragon skull. The thing seemed to measure her, huge hollow eye sockets staring into her soul, beckoning her. She sighed and followed, unsure why, uncertain if it would lead her right, but knowing that she had to take action fast. Rationally, there had to be another entrance into the temple, a back door, or maybe a collapsed wall where the dragon had fallen as it gave its last breath.
My mysterious "orchid fic" which should be posted soon-ish.
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I will softly tag @sousukeaizen @golddragondesigns @the-scarlet-rot @kiwi-green-tea
ā¢ DAY 1 ( AUG 10th) EVANURIS || REIGN
ā¢ DAY 2( AUG 11th) SUN || MOON
ā¢ DAY 3 ( AUG 12th) LOVE || ROOK
ā¢ DAY 4 ( AUG 13th) BLIGHT || DAGGER
ā¢ DAY 5 ( AUG 14th) VENGEANCE || MERCY
ā¢ DAY 6 ( AUG 15th) WILL || DRAGON
ā¢ DAY 7 ( AUG 16th) CREATOR || DESTROYER
Finally we've got our prompt list public! Two per day, you can use one, you can use both, you can use something else or nothing at all!
Just remember to use the #Elgarweek and/or #Elgarweek2026 tags!
Below the cut you can find all the quotes about each prompt
ā¢ DAY 1 ( AUG 10th)
EVANURIS
"But the Evanuris are not as we are. A god's ruminations carry their own will, and imperatives."
REIGN
"All the world will soon share the peace and comfort of my reign."
ā¢ DAY 2 ( AUG 11th)
SUN
"Ancient elves wove their greatest enchantments beneath a darkened sun"
MOON
"Elgar'nan blights the moon, and everything changes."
ā¢ DAY 3 ( AUG 12th) DAY OF THE ECLIPSE
LOVE
"All you must do is obey me. Worship me. Love me. And kneel."
ROOK
"There are things I would have of you, Rook."
ā¢ DAY 4 ( AUG 13th)
BLIGHT
"The blight is my blade, and it will take more than your tricks to get me to lay it down."
DAGGER
"The dagger's song is already of the blight."
ā¢ DAY 5 ( AUG 14th)
VEGEANCE
"In narrative, he represents promise before acceptance. The power before the price. The moment of choice that precedes justice or vengeance, rise or fall."
MERCY
"I am the lord of the day and the night! Yield to me, and I will show you mercy!"
ā¢ DAY 6 ( AUG 15th)
WILL
"I am Will made manifest! I! Am! Elgar'nan!"
DRAGON
"Children of Lusacan! I have returned your dragon to the skies!"
ā¢ DAY 7 ( AUG 16th)
CREATOR
"Such arrogance, thinking you can hide from your creator. And I am this world's creator."
DESTROYER
"Elgar'nan destroyed that emotion. He burned it from the mind of every living being."
man i recently sat down and started reading the silmarillion properly and this shit is so funny. like youāre telling me fĆ«anor, the Elf of all Time, local menace and first runner up of the worst father of all time award, kicks the bucket almost immediately after coming to middle earth?? and then haunts the narrative for like what, 3 ages? PEAK comedy, no notes. if i was fingolfin iād LAUGH lowkey cause wdym you got us all exiled, left us behind, then fucking died???? talk about making shit everyone elseās problem, king of delegation
Once more, for the second consecutive year, we invite you to join the celebrations this month of October with 31 days of Solas x Rook-inspired fiction, art, and any creative medium your heart desires, following the Dreadtober 2026 Prompt Lists.
This year, as you can see in the edit above, we have a very special treat for Dreadrook appreciators. We decided there was no better way to announce the return of our cherished festivity of debauchery than through the many Rooks who grace us with their presence on The Lighthouse server.
Heartfelt thanks to everyone who lent us their beloved Rooks so that this creation could see the light of day! We promise they had A LOT of fun!
We wish you many inspired Dreadtober dreams, and as always, remember the regular guidelines: NSFW or not, mix and match the prompts, go wild, and let the Dreadwolf take you.
Prompts
Rules
1. This is an event meant to celebrate the Rook and Solas ship and the community behind it. Even though the main focus of the event are Rook and Solas, other Dreadrook adjacent ships like Solrooklassan, Solrookvellan, etc. are allowed. Show us your polycules! Other ships may be mentioned, but in respect of the spirit of the event, do not forget that Rook and Solas must be central to your work.
2. Pick your prompt(s)! There are two prompts, general or NSFW for each day of the month. You may select or combine if you so desire.
3. All works should be new or posted for the first time after the event begins.
4. We do not condone use of generative AI in any way, shape or form. We want to see your creativity!
5. Make a Dreadrook inspired creation based on your choice(s). All mediums - art, fic, vids, gifs, game photography, mood boards, collages, edits - are welcome. Create what you love to create! You may submit multiple works (ex: one for each day) or combine them as you see fit. In case of combining prompts from different days, pick one prompt day to post your work!
6. Post your creation on the corresponding day and use the following tags: #Dreadtober2026 & #TheLighthouseServer, and @thelighthouse-server in your creation!
7. All fanfiction should be added to event collection on AO3, which will be open for submissions starting on October 1 st.
8. You do not need to participate on each day. This is for fun, igniting creativity, and community. Post what you want, what you can and when you can. Late submissions will still be accepted and promoted. Enjoy yourselves and support others!
All content, including Dead Dove, is welcome provided that it is tagged appropriately.
Additional prompts under the cut:
The One That Got Away
And Then There Was You
If I Change, Would You Be Mine?
I Found Love Where It Wasn't Supposed to Be
A God Without a Prayer
He's More Myself Than I Am. Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His and Mine Are the Same.
I Got Everything I Wanted, But Nothing That I Need
When Are We Going to Carry On from Where We Left Off That Night?
This Is the Ghost of You Haunting the Ghost of Me
"Please, Rook, I Do Not Wish to Hurt You."
"Spit in My Mouth, Rook."
"In Your Darkest Hour..." (FFXIV)
"You Either Die a Hero..." (The Dark Knight)
"I Poisoned One of Our Glasses, but I Forgot Which One."
I wonder what kind of mindset it takesāto say nothing aloud, yet paint it all on the wall. So restrained on the surface, yet so loud in its presence.
Murals canāt speak in detail, but they last far, far longer.
It feels like a cry from the heart: wanting to be understood, yet refusing to declare it outright. A mix of resignation and pride. Stillā¦ hoping someone will see it.
And I canāt help wondering what kind of presence he had back then, and how people viewed him. Itās fun to imagine. (Butā¦ kind of painful too!)
Then thereās the way others chose to preserve him.
This really feels like it captures the distortion surrounding Solas. He never wanted to be placed alongside the Evanuris, yet so many statues of him were made. Someone made them. Someone decided that this was how he should be remembered.
Most of them arenāt even shaped like a person. And still, there are so manyābig ones, small onesā¦ everywhere.
my friend told me this idea and ugh i cannot stop thinking about it.
so, spirit feeds on what feeling is most dominant in the world right? so what that makes Elgar'nan so he's the strongest mage ever? Love.
There's a difference between Lust/Desire and Love. Lust and desire is a wanting feeling, could be sex or could be for anything. but Love is a lot more nuanced and broad. there's familiar love, friendship love, love for animals and objects, for nations and people, for a concept, love for oneself even, etc. its an encompassing feeling and could be either one sided or double sided. which explain why it is so ancient, so primordial and most importantly, so strong that it became the strongest spirit and the first to ever walk the earth.
thereās a reason heās so desperate to be loved, all of his dialogue is so saturated with the theme of worship and love and how he seethingly loaths the idea that someone doesnt love him.
overbearing love for others becomes controlling and dictative. and great love for oneself became narcissistic and grandeur. that just literally him.
so you can see the pipeline from Love > Tyranny is a slippery Greek tragedy slope
anyway here's an accurate picture of me with the all daddy:
