in the inquisition multiplayer you can have one saarebas called Hissera and one silent sister called Pala
If i don't remember wrong, saarebas get their horns cut to signal they are dangerous, but Hissera has her horns intact AND is also allowed to go alone without a arvaarad to check on her. So I assume that means the qunari trust her a lot and she must be devoted to the qun. She has her mouth shout and can't talk. The silent sisters are devoted warriors to her paragon Astyth who cut their own tongue to show their devotion, and still she exiled herself of orzammar and became casteless by choice. Anyways i think they should be friends. lovers even.
Someone asked me recently why my Rook’s name is Hissera, although she’s an elf. Let’s talk about it!
The simple answer to that would be that initially I intended for her to be a Qunari, but found the character creator not satisfactory. I also wanted to pay homage to Sera from Inquisition, as Hissera is a constant ball lot laughter and energy and a ray of sunshine character very much taking inspiration from Sera.
The canon answer for her lore would be that she wasn’t named initially, but as she grew to run around the city, the wisps would react to her with a hiss as she passed them, curious of the child.
She became known as the „Little Hiss” around the Necropolis, as the sound always heralded her arrival before she came into view.
With time the few Qunari Watchers came to call her Hissera, both for the sound and for the Qunlat word for „hope”. She’s just a sight for sore eyes, a very enthusiastic and optimistic character. As for her nicknames, it would be remain Hiss, rather than Sera, until she took on Rook.
Okay so I skipped a day but I REALLY wanted to render this. As of typing this, it's still Inquisitor Week, though it's going up the day after lmao.
After Tresspasser, Hissera moves to Antiva with Josephine. She helps Fiona manage the College of Enchanters for Antiva City, and she does some research and teaching there, especially as Thedas' expert on that big ol' hole in the sky. She focuses on finding ways to more safely travel through the Fade and interact with spirits.
She gets more piercings too. She got her septum piercing on her own, and she and Josephine got matching labret piercings together. (That concept art of Josephine with her lip ring was 100% the inspiration for that.)
Her tattoo was part of an experiment she conducted about a year after moving to Antiva, to see if tattoos could be used as a sort of portable magic circle.
And of course, her son! He's 4-5 as of Veilguard. His name is Mateo, and he gets along well with both Hissera's and Josephine's side of the family. He's a mage, just like his Tama. (Hissera wouldn't call herself a Tamassran, but with two moms she and Josephine just agreed that Hissera is Tama and Josephine is Mama). I'm not entirely sure where he is during Veilguard, but I like to think Josie and Hissera are keeping him safe in Skyhold.
Hissera was young when she became the Inquisitor, and she's only JUST turning 30 during Veilguard. She's got a whole life ahead of her after Tresspasser, and the Inquisition dissolving was a huge burden lifted off her shoulders, all things considered.
sometimes you take a break from drawing a shitpost...to draw another shitpost. Base by CosmindArt.
Here's hoping we can make a fool out of a certain bald elf in Dreadwolf.
The sea greeted Hissera with a blue horizon, parading warm waters which lazily hit a rocky shore. Maybe the whole Free Marches could feel grief in the air, allowing the clouds to cry faintly over a lonely dwarf who observed the waves; his mind, however, was lost to memories.
As Hissera approached, she searched her mind for the right thing to say. It didn't took her long to realize there was no such thing.
"How are you holding up?" she asked, standing just a few steps behind Vennik. He, in response, took a deep breath.
"I'm alive," Vennik noted as sincerely as he could. After a moment, he looked over his shoulder and noticed the Tal-Vashoth had a white flowed in her hand. "Is that for me?"
"For your father. I didn't... I didn't know where he'd be cremated."
"He won't," Vinnek tried to growl, not to Hissera, but to the idea of his father's death being treated in an Andrastian way. However, the attempt just made his scar hurt like it's burning; stubborness once again bringing him only pain.
Vinnek grabed his waterskin and took a sip before continuing. "My father is-- Was... A staunt believer in the Stone."
"I thought dwarves were not religious." Hissera steps closer.
"Not usually, we're not. Many dwarves are Andrastian, but Orzamaar is very different. They love their ancestors, talk about them all the time if my father is anything to go by." A faint smile showed in Vennik's face. "And when they die..."
Hissera paciently waited for Vennik to go on. She sat by his side, laying the flower over her lap. "When a dwarf dies in Orzamaar," Vennik continued, "their body is supposed to be buried deep into the Stone."
"The stone?" Hissera asks.
"The Stone is this... Loving being, like a deity. She's literally the earth under us, and I guess around us too if you're in Orzamaar... But the Stone is also the culmination of all of Dwarven history. It protects and communicates with the dwarves in the underground. When you're burried, embalmed deep in the rock, it's said you either strengthen or weaken the Stone depending on your value in life."
Hissera took a silent moment to digest what she'd just heard. "Sounds quite religious to me."
"Are you religious, Hissera?" Vinnek asked bluntly. He was not one for subtlelty.
"Not very much," she shakes her head. "Andrastianism is not a big thing in Rivain and my parents abandoned the Qun a long time ago." Hissera stops for a moment and smiles to herself, as if agraciated with a pleasant memory. "You know, I had a... A friend back in Rivain. She was amazing and she always talked about the Natural Order; that's a thing in Rivain. I would tell you about it, but... I never really got it. And despite that, I would stay up late, listening to her talk about the nature and spirits for hours on end. And even though it didn't feel like something I could ever fully understand, I felt how important it was for her. It's like appreciating a song even if you don't understand the lyrics. The shine in one's eyes need no explanation."
The Tal-Vashoth noticed a smirk in Vinnek's face. "Point is," she explained, "we don't need to understand someone to respect them, or even admire them for that matter." She rests a hand over Vinnek's shoulder. "What would your father want, Vinnek?"
He turned his gaze south, back to the old waters of the sea. "My father left Orzamaar with honor. Despite it all, he still believed in the Stone... Being buried in Orzamaar: that's what he would want."
Hissera smiled and handed him the pale flower. "Then I guess you'll know where to put this."
