#fahleon

[atiredsalmon]

Watching the inquisitor show up and give 5 minutes of exposition is funny because my inquisitor Fahleon 1) was arrested in Minranthous just prior to Solas’ ritual for killing slavers in broad daylight and 2) he’s selectively mute

[rageagainstthemarine]

Inquisitor as a Companion (because I want to)

Name: Fahleon Lavellan Race/Class/Specialization: Dalish elf/Archer/Assassin Gender Identity: Nonbinary

Varric’s nickname for them: Smiles

Recruitment Mission: The Wardens are gone, or missing, or in hiding - possibly all three. They’ve always been a mystery, usually for the best, but with the threat of a possible Archdemon and an ancient Tevinter Magister, the Inquisition would be a little safer with a Warden’s knowledge and skills by their side. There’s few reports of Warden activity in Fereldan or Orlais, but what of elsewhere? The best Warden to ask where to hide is a deserter, perhaps. 

After accepting the Lone Warden request, another war table mission becomes available - Deep Roads Less Traveled - with the mention of several deserted Wardens that can be contacted.

Cullen: They’re deserters - we can’t trust their word, let alone their loyalty. (Results in not recruiting Fahleon).

Josephine: We don’t need to scare them further into the shadows. It may be easier to openly announce our intentions. (Results in meeting Fahleon)

Leliana: Finding them will be tricky, but not impossible. I may even know the location of one...following the right rumors. (Results in meeting Fahleon).

If the right adviser is assigned to the mission, Fahleon can be found northeast of Redcliffe, near the Brecilian Forest. He will ask them what they know of the blight before admitting he knows little more of Warden activity than they do, but no longer has a place to return to, seeing as they fled their clan thinking the Wardens were after his head. The Inquisitor has the option of turning them away or recruiting them, however, if the Inquisition is a human, Fahleon will not offer his aid at all, and the Inquisitor must ask themselves.

Where they are in Haven: He can be found outside of the stables, close to the lake

Where they are in Skyhold: He can be found on the small patio outside of the tavern room where Cole stays.

Side Quest(s) - Full Stomachs: re-occurring quest through the Hinterlands, Exalted Plains, and Crestwood to bait hunting traps. A small amount of approval is gained when all traps in each area have been baited.

Personal Quest - A Bird Told Me/Birds of a Feather/Flock Together: Fahleon’s companion question is triggered after unlocking the Western Approach and the Inquisitor has a neutral relationship with him if Dalish or is warm for any other race. In The first part of his quest, he informs the Inquisitor that he used to live in the area, until a bandit raid killed most of his clan. The Inquisitor has the option of looking to recent reports of bandit activity to further his quest or tell Fahleon that there are more important enemies to end it there. There is approval for accepting his quest and every continuation thereafter of it, and high disapproval for dismissing it. 

In the second part of the quest, the Inquisitor is led through the Western Approach by a series of notes left behind the raiders that describe a small Dalish clan crossing the deserts and their plans to take their supplies. The Inquisitor has the option of bringing them to Fahleon for further approval or simply continuing on to the next quest. The third, and last part, of the quest, being to intercept the raid. This can be done by either killing the bandits, talking to them, or warning the Dalish of the attack beforehand. 

Fahleon, upon killing the bandits: “It doesn’t bring them back, but it makes me feel better. This is the only time I’ll give you my thanks.” High approval

Fahleon, upon warning the Dalish: “Just because no one died, doesn’t mean they won’t next time.” Slight approval.

Fahleon, upon warning the bandits: “Pray to your shem Maker they take your advice.” Disapproval.

Friends: Varric, Iron Bull, Leliana, with some friendly if not strained banter with Sera and Dorian

Romancable: Yes, by any and all races and genders, but will not lock the relationship until very late in the game. If the Inquisitor pushes for an answer or admits to loving them any earlier, the romance route will end. 

Romance Quest - A Bird in the Hand: Fahleon’s hunting partner, a red kite, goes missing. The inquisitor can search Skyhold for her to initiate the romance route. The quest continues with finding that Ada has made a nest and has chicks. 

Tarot Cards:

Default Appearance (courtesy of iseektheholygrail) - 

Crisis - The Tower Loyalty - Strength Romance - Temperance

High Approval: Executing Magister Alexius, Executing the mayor of Crestwood, Putting Briala on the throne behind Gaspard, the Wardens join the Inquisition, returning the scroll to Keeper Hawen, Working with the Emerald Knights, the (Dalish) Inquisitor drinking from the Well

Low Approval: Siding with the mages, making Cole more human, completing any quest for the Dalish in the Exalted Plains, defeating and/or blocking darkspawn and their entryways, sacrificing Hawke in the Fade

Low Disapproval: Keeping Magister Alexius alive, keeping Erimond alive, keeping the mayor of Crestwood alive, making Cole more spirit.

High Disapproval: Siding with the templars, Keeping Express Celene on the throne, sacrificing Alistair/Stroud in the Fade, returning the scroll to the Chantry, Killing the Emerald Knights, the (non-elven) Inquisitor drinking from the Well/letting Morrigan drink from the Well of Sorrows

Hostile: “*grunt*” Neutral: “Spit it out.”/”No.” Warm: “What do you need?”/”Dareth shiral” Friendly: “Haven’t had enough of me yet?”/”You’ll be back.” Romanced: “Ma'nehn.”/”Don’t keep me waiting.”

When searching for something: “Tracks.” Upon finding a campsite: “Ada needs a rest.” When the Inquisitor falls: “Where’s your Maker?” When they’re low on health: “Palas!” When a dragon appears: “Not even Andruil was this stupid.” After a completed side quest: Dalish Inquisitor - “Ma serannas.”/Non-Dalish Inquisitor -  “I won’t say thank you.” Travel Banter (with a friend - Varric):

Varric: I heard you came from Kirkwall?

Fahleon: I’ve heard this joke.

Varric: Good, because I’m asking about one of your...clan mates, is it? A girl? A little clumsy? Big eyes. Likes mirrors and also blood magic?

Fahleon: Merrill?

Varric: Well shit! She’s doing just fine, you know. Ran off with a pirate after...well, everything that happened. The next time I send her a letter I’ll mention you. 

Fahleon: I’d like that.

Travel Banter (with an enemy - Cole):

Cole: You’re very quiet

Fahleon: *grunts*

Cole: Sometimes it’s too quiet.

Fahleon: *grunts*

Cole: It’s okay. I like to talk to animals, too. The nugs tickle me with their whiskers when they squeak. Your bird bites, but she likes the sound of your voice.

Fahleon: Get out of my head.

Special Events:

Imprisoned in Redcliffe: Fahleon is chained to the wall and had been since Ada was taken from him and the red lyrium implanted in him. He killed one guard and severely wounded two others, leaving him too dangerous to remain unchained. 

Winter Palace: He can be found in the garden, by the fountain, saying little. If pestered enough, Fahleon will tell the Inquisitor how many times someone has mistaken him for a servant.

The Fade: Fahleon is unperturbed at the sight of his grave. Magic doesn’t scare him, and neither does dying alone, by human hands or the blight. If the Inquisitor has not yet completed his personal quest, the Archdemon will taunt Fahleon about his past and his inability to protect those he loves. If the Inquisitor has completed the quest, the Archdemon will predict his current clan’s demise. When spoken to afterwards, he’ll remain steadfast that he wasn’t affected.

Trespasser: Fahleon has left the Inquisition by this point.

[asexualmerrill]

Thieves, murderers, and beggars were what the Wardens were made of. All just as dangerous as any demon in the Fade, really, Levy thought, watching one man cross the courtyard to finish what business he had left of the day. They were an embodiment of man's more perverse ideals, greed, jealousy, hunger, but with the unpredictability that came with the all the complexities of the human mind. One man, a poor solider who was in need of the title and the stipend that came with it, had tried to slice open the throat of a soon-to-be brother-in-arms when the truth of the Joining ritual was finally brought to light. Another had tried to run and his legs cut out from under him by the Warden holding the chalice before him. Leverette would have labeled him Sloth if not for the same fear urging his feet to turn him around and carry him as far from the camp as quickly as possible.

He'd found a sturdy seat instead and planted himself there ever since, hands folded tight in front of him to keep the mana jumping restlessly between his fingers from igniting anything of importance. His heel had tapped a shallow dip in the muddy ground and there was soon to be another if he hadn't a distraction as his other leg took up the job.

Watching the comings and goings of the recruits had been something to do, and his wandering mind had drifted to wondering what they'd done before making their way to the Wardens - or what they'd done to get themselves there. It was a challenge when he had little experience of the outside world and its people and what sort of positions could be held, and he'd come to an abrupt halt when an elf sat down across the fire pit from him. Just what had he done to get himself there?

The elf looked as nervous as he felt - a pale face set with glossy, red-rimmed eyes. Long hair obscured half of his face but thin, intricate tattoos wound their way across his cheeks and up to a sweat-beaded brow in a delicate whirls. With his arms crossed over his knees, he was bent forward, deep exhales ending in a sharp whine as he wheezed. Perhaps he'd been forced into it. Leverette knew all to well of the templar raids on the Dalish clans in Fereldan; one raid might have pressed him into leave his home in search for another. Although, instead of a staff at his shoulder, there was a bird.

That, had Levy's attention.

Of all the people to see here, of all times -

The elf raised his eyes at the sound of his hiccup and there was no mistaking the deep gold freckled in the dark irises staring him down, gaze as harp as the thin line his mouth made as he frowned. Not when that same gaze had haunted his nights, watching him in the dark from one tree or another as he went through a bed time routine with his father at the cabin on the edge of the forest.

Something brightened in the elf's eyes, as well, and it broke through the clouds fogging his expression for a moment. Leverette struggled to his feet and made his shaky way over.

"You're...you're the elf. From -"

"You're the shem," the Dalish agreed. Levy couldn't look away from him.

"You grew you're hair out."

The corner of Fahleon's mouth twitched. "You grew wrinkles."

Levy rubbed at the space between his brows with a thumb and gave a weak chuckle. "The Circle will do that to you. You..what happened? After...after..."

"The attack?" Fahleon shrugged. "They left."

"They didn't come for you when it was over?" Fahleon shook his head and Levy felt something in his chest loosen. "Is it...is the house - is it still there?"

"Last time I checked." Levy blinked. "It's been a while since I've needed to. I don't know the current state."

"Thank you," Levy sighed, and he thought his legs would give out if he didn't sit sometime soon again. There was space besides the elf, and he took it, flushing when it earned him a set of raised brows. "It's a strange place to meet up, isn't it? Funny, too, I suppose."

"I'm laughing on the inside."

Levy snorted. "How did you end up here?"

"Darkspawn got me sick. It was die then or die later."

The elf didn't ask for a reciprocating answer, but Levy felt he deserved one anyway, and the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. "I had a high risk of demon possession. The First Enchanter thought to protect me by putting me though the Harrowing to prove to the templars I was capable and Duncan just happened to be there when I came out of it, Enchanter and all." He shrugged.

"That's the problem with all the shem towers. Nothing better to do than talk about demons. Start seeing them everywhere."

"And what do you see all the time?"

"Elfroot."

He'd never talked to the elf before. He'd felt his presence, sharp and heavy as it was on his shoulders, constantly. It had grown into a sort of comfortable weight, after a while, when he'd grown used to being watched. He understood it to a point - he and his father had been trespassers in an area known for trespassing. It was easier to put an end to the problem before it became a problem, and the hunters assigned to watch for any signs had done their jobs effectively. In the Circle, the feeling of eyes was a sick and twisted feeling, felt in the gut more than on his shoulders. It never became comfortable, only taking a tighter hold of his insides and yanking when it pleased to remind him that he would never be free. His hands sparked again and he wiped them on his pants.

"Can you..." Levy licked his lips. "Can you watch me, again? In case I do something stupid."

Fahleon shrugged again. "When didn't you do something stupid?"

[atiredsalmon]

They are tired of saving the world!!! Commission from @lucidharu

[atiredsalmon]

Did a Secret Santa with some friends and @freyrring drew my Lavellan so beautifully!!!

[rageagainstthemarine]

“How long have you been like this?” Where Fahleon is n a mood and possibly physically hurt but Raya’s been spending so much time with Savill that she just didn’t notice (also he’s a dickbutt who would hide it) and now she’s noticed and has to make up for it. Cus I am also weak for hurt/comfort angst but the emotional side of it 😇

Fahleon hadn’t seen much of Raya lately, but he took his accustomed place at the window in the kitchens she worked in nonetheless. He didn’t miss her excitable chatting - that wasn’t the right word he’d use, at least. He was bored, maybe, without the antics he was usually caught in whenever she was around, but he didn’t miss the headache that came with it. 

“Want me to make you one of your favorite pies?”

It was back in full force today, pounding behind his eyes in time with the dull, throbbing ache in his side. 

Fahleon sent her a narrowed eyed look and tried not to move too suddenly when Raya shooed him from the windowsill to pull down the fruits hanging above it to dry. He winced and leaned heavily against a table, instead.

He wasn’t sure he could eat. He’d shoved a handful of elfroot down his throat to ease some of nausea and another handful was pressed against the wound in his side, maybe a broken rib. It was no replacement for true healing, But Fahleon had never liked them anyway. He’d never let a shem lay a hand on him. They always meant ill will whether they said they were only helping or not. Raya was barely tolerated - but only barely after the last time she’d tried to heal him. His hand went to the burn on his side and he flinched when he felt the new wound damp beneath his hand.

“Fae?”

He narrowed his eyes further when he caught Raya glancing, wide-eyed at the blooming color against his tunic. He’d worn a dark color on purpose - the damn thing had been bleeding for two days now - but the red showed up despite his efforts. Fahleon straightened as much as he could and grit his teeth. “’M fine.” He’d take his chances bleeding out.

“How long?” Creators. Fahleon rolled his eyes and tried to turn away. It made his muscles pull and he groaned out a short curse. He shoved Raya away when she took a step close. She stumbled but caught her footing. “How long have you been like this?” He looked away without answering and he only turned his head further when she stomped a foot. His hand itched where the anchor split open his skin as she reached for her magic. 

“A day.” He rubbed his palm again his pants. “Maybe two.” Whenever the last time he’d gone to the hinterlands was. It was hard to think when his head hurt and his side burned and the magic of the anchor ached under his skin. He felt lightheaded and he pressed a hand to his head. Raya’s joined it, and when Fahleon glared up at her, he found himself halfway fallen out of his seat. She felt cool against him and he’d wondered when it had gotten so hot in the kitchens when the ovens weren’t even on. 

“We’re taking you to a healer.”

“I’m fine,” he repeated. He tore himself from his grasp and only succeeded in falling further out of the bench. Raya helped him to sit upright again.

“Fine. I’ll bring one up here, then.”

[rageagainstthemarine]

40 FOR FAHLEON AND RAYA

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

Raya’s mouth thinned into a tight line and sweat beaded her brow despite Skyhold’s freezing morning air. The deep wrinkles around her frown deepened further as Fahleon pressed a hand to her shoulder, pushing it down, and guided her wrist up to angle to bow higher. Her arm shook. 

“This is stupid.” 

Fahleon snorted, breath puffing white in front of his face and hiding the amused curve of his lips from view. “You wanted to learn.”

“Yeah, to shoot a bow! Not to stand here like a snowman all day.” Raya made a move to throw the bow down until she caught his look. She lifted it up again, still not straight. Fahleon nudged her arms back into the right position. She squinted with one eye down the sight of the blunted stick nocked against the string for practice, and he sighed, rubbing at his temple. “When am I going to kill a bear?”

He let his fingers trace over the scar by his eye before dropping his arm back to his side. “Hopefully never.”

Raya’s arms finally shook too hard and her fingers twitched, and the practice arrow flew skewed towards the target. It landed short of the stack of hay and tumbled in the snow a few turns. Raya growled something under her breath and stomped through the practice ring to snatch it up, and Fahleon rubbed at his mouth with the back of his hand to wipe the smile off his face. Raya pointed the arrow at him and he worked his jaw to keep from doing it again. 

“I saw that.” He lifted a brow. “Unless this is an alternate universe, you just cracked a smile.”

Fahleon shrugged a shoulder, turning away just a bit before she caught him again. “Maybe when you hit something.” Raya slapped at him and he coughed out a chuckle.

[rageagainstthemarine]

then pERISH