First of the Firstborn

Indie RP blog for Elgar'nan from Bioware's Dragon Age. Sideblog

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This is an low activity indie rp blog for the character ELGAR'NAN from the Dragon Age franchise.

Rules are simple

Be courteous.

Expect triggering content

Not available for romantic shipping.

The muse is evil, the mun is not. The mun is just unfortunately cursed with writing evil characters pretty well.

If you use generative AI for images or writing, you are not welcome here. If you interact with someone who has done so in the past, I will be incredibly leery of you.

this is mainly just for my mutuals of my main blog. And no I'm not linking my main blog, you can figure it out be Sher.lock Hol.mes

More to come

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Blood of Arlathan: Solas vs Elgar'nan

Solas and Elgar'nan's war of words is truly one of my favorite moments in the entire game. So, I thought I'd post a quick transcript for anyone who may be interested.

(I did my best with the translations - using the Dragon Age Wiki as a source.)

Part One

Solas: Elgar'nan! Lethallin! Ma banal'evanuris. Ma salin ar ghilana? Translation: Elgar'nan! Brother/Friend! You are not a god. Do you need a guide? (Do you need me to show you how?) Elgar'nan: Fen'Harel, you have no power here!

Part Two

Elgar'nan: So, the Dread Wolf has arrived to defend his pawn. Solas: Your cruelty forced my hand. Elgar'nan: A hundred generations, and still the same refrain. Solas: Again you have caged our people, and again, I will set them free. Elgar'nan: But you were always stubborn, Fen'Harel. Insubordinate. Unmanageable, even by Mythal's reckoning. Solas: You have lost the right to speak her name. Elgar'nan: Ma vallas ban! Shev gar, Fen'Harel! Translation: You cannot kill/defeat me! (You set (the setting sun) never!) Come, Fen'Harel!

Part Three

Solas: The only reason Mythal joined you was that she knew the monster you would become if left unchecked. She thought to temper your brutish ego. Instead, you betrayed her. Murdered her. Elgar'nan: (Chuckles) Only the first time, Dread Wolf.

Part Four

Solas: The cruelty is nothing new, but what has happened to the vaunted brilliant mind of Elgar'nan the mighty? The blight has left you blunt and slow, a monster, not a mastermind. You used to be a challenging opponent. Elgar'nan: You saw me as an opponent. To me, you were an irritation. A fly buzzing ceaselessly. Solas: I must speak to you in this tongue. It seems elven is beyond your grasp. Elgar'nan: As much as freedom is beyond yours.

Part Five

Solas: Once the blight is free, it will rule this world, and you will be its attack dog. You will burn this world at its command, as Andruil did at yours, and you will leave only ruin behind you. Elgar'nan: This world is ruined already! Your Veil destroyed it! Solas: You could heal it. You have the strength to repair the damage without using the blight! Elgar'nan: (Choked laughter) Save your games for the mortals, Dread Wolf. The blight is my blade, and it will take more than your tricks to get me to lay it down. Your whining comes from envy, Fen'Harel, but it does not have to be so. There is a place for you at my side in a new, glorious empire. Solas: But it will not have eluvians, will it? June built them, and now he is dead. Our great cities came from Sylaise. Our deepest mysteries from Dirthamen. Elgar'nan: I will restore it all. Their achievements will not be lost. Solas: You were a bully who ruled over what others had built, and now the others are gone. Who do you have left? Ghilan'nain? You cannot rebuild a world by stitching together monsters.

[charamei]

[charamei]

He never asks questions.

He hates other people asking questions (hence why he hates Solas).

He has the ability to control minds and burn ideas and feelings out of existence.

He's one of the candidates to be the Maker, thanks to all the sun iconography.

Also, from a Doylist perspective, the corruption of Faith into Tyranny is the single most thematic Dragon Age narrative in the whole quadrilogy.

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Added a new rule to my pinned post

If you use generative AI for images or writing, you are not welcome here. If you interact with someone who has done so in the past, I will be incredibly leery of you.

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hey this blog is run by a big evil bully who.... *pulls out notes and puts on glasses*

Had a giggle at a really badly done AI render for a promo, in an rp community that tends to be very anti-AI but didn't drop a name in the post and still won't drop a name publicly.

and then got a pissy little anon about it but still refused to out the person publicly for it, despite it being obvious.

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Solas asked me to post this @suntyrant

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Cuck.

"How quaint of you to believe an insult from a lapdog would mean anything to me."

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👤+ Dirthamen

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"Always following within Falon'din's reflection." A marked disinterest in the lack of ambition of the other half was apparent. "Yet he had his uses and abilities. If one were to desire a secret of another, Dirthamen was more than willing to pry it from their very soul."

A cruel smirk as a fond memory came to mind.

"He was a fine artist in that regard. And some of his works were that of the wolf's agents."

[sassyandsodone]

I adore the letters between these two.

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"Lasa adahl su nar masa." from Felassan (translation: Shove a tree up your ass. )

The message is entirely ignored because Elgar'nan has deemed the one sending it is too far beneath him to possibly garner any attention from him.

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👤+ Falon'din

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"A talented general, with an unquenchable ambition," Elgar'nan said, sitting back and remembering the other with some fondness. "Always with Dirthamen, the pair inseparable. But Falon'din, he craved so much more."

He tilted his head, thinking on the past interactions with the other.

"Our champions dueled for one hundred years, only for Falon'din's to fall. The whelp still could not accept defeat, continuing to struggle against me and my position of power over him." A twisted smile on his features. "He soon learned his bloody war was of no gain personally."

A chuckle.

"He played his part, for a time, yet I was well aware he was still plotting, planning a way to take power from me to rule our Empire for himself. It would seem Fen'Harel's plans interrupted his and now he is not here to play his little games."

If he were here, Elgar'nan knew he would ally with him for as long as he could until he saw his chance to make a move. Not that Elgar'nan would allow him to do so, of course. But it would be amusing, to say the least.

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👤+ Mythal

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"Ma'sur."

A simple phrase, weighted with a meaning behind it. His balance. The only one he viewed as near equal to himself. She could temper his vengeance and spoke in ways which could persuade him one way or another.

Yet she did not understand his vision, either. Of a world of order and control, not one lost into chaos. One with a guiding hand, which would have required force she was not fond of.

"She had so much potential, if she only would listen to me and not that of her friend," he seethed. "She gave me no choice in the matter. She was standing in the way of our bright future. We could have ruled over utopia together if she had only realized the mistakes she was making." He let out a sigh.

"Unfortunately, not everyone understands the duties to greatness as I do."

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👤+ solas...

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Fen'Harel...

A thorn in his side. Originally, it had not been so. Originally, he had been an ally brought in by Mythal. And a skilled ally he had been. But he failed to see what the world they were created required. The guiding hand and care of a master such as he. He refused to see sense, Mythal meanwhile believing to be able to mitigate his hand.

He knew they were still closely tied together, even when Mythal was at his own side and The Dread Wolf was attempting his feeble rebellion. And Mythal...

Mythal was all too keen to listen to the fool instead of understanding what Elgar'nan was trying to create.

"His existence is that of a persistent fly," Elgar'nan stated dryly. "He will soon come to understand the glorious visions I hold for the future of this world and our people. His own pride blinds him to the true purpose of our power."

A pause.

"But he shall not live to see it and shall pay for his transgressions against myself and our people."

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just as an FYI, this blog is highly private and highly selective and it's related to people who I have interacted with on my main blog. What's my main blog? I don't plan on listing it here, as I don't want people to follow my main blog only to interact with Elgar'nan.

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Just so you know, Elgar'nan doesn't care about your pronouns. If he views your muse as beneath him, he will refer to your muse as 'it/its' in a dehumanizing way. And if he decides that your muse can have a tiny bit of respect, he'll choose whatever pronouns he feels suits your muse best.

You are what he decides as far as he's concerned. Your freewill doesn't matter. You require a master's gentle guidance, after all.

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💋 - @suntyrant to Solas (jk don't kill me)

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For months, he had been playing the part. Allowing Elgar'nan to believe he had broken his spirit and turned the heart of the rebellion in his favor. But Solas had a game, and tonight, he would win it.

Maybe it was petty, but he didn't care. What was life without a little bit of fun? It might have bristled every time he had to give Elgar'nan a compliment or admit his past stupidity for ever trying to deny his glory. But it would all be worth it now.

Solas sought him when the clock drew near to the midnight hour. It would soon be a new year, and Elgar'nan would be in a good mood—reminiscing on all his splendid achievements over the ages and the countless more to come. He found him easily. On the balcony to his personal quarters, overlooking his empire.

"You are aware of the tradition of your subjects on the hour of the new year?" Solas asked, his way of announcing himself. But he did not wait for a response. He drew close and ignored the way his stomach revolted at the proximity. As expected, Solas' efforts had paid off, as Elgar'nan did not protest.

Solas raised a hand, putting an enticing finger under the other’s chin to invite him near. "Oh, Lusacan..." Solas purred under his breath, closing his eyes as he leaned in. He could feel Elgar'nan's hot, sour breath ghosting against his lips, and the corners of his own lips turned up in a wicked, wolfish grin. Right before they touched, he paused.

"If only there was someone out there who loved you."