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long time no post, I have a backlog of stuff to share but in the meantime, a birthday present for @inquisitor-julia of Solas kissing the hand that he ultimately caused Wren to lose ✨
Found a cute picrew and had to make some of my da girls!
Elsanna Cousland, Serafina Hawke, Nayeli Trevelyan, and Wren Lavellan
Might make some more later (especially my Rooks) but for now: them 🥰
Having a lot of fun thinking about my plans for my world state. Because I started dragon age at inquisition and finished it, attempted veilguard and got very frustrated, and then went all the way back to origins. My rook, who I'm definitely going to attempt playing as again because im very fond of him is named Shrike, because i wanted to make him have a bird name like my inquisitor, my beautiful girl Wren.
Then I made my Warden, my standoffish archer Lark. And then when I inevitably get to da2, we already have hawke, so my worldstate will be pleasantly bird-themed. I have many thoughts about this
I can’t believe that tomorrow I’ll be playing Veilguard!! I am wide awake not with what faction or race to play for Rook, but which Inquisitor to bring to the game
"So you're this lady inquisitor I've been hearing so much about..."
Chance meeting at Halamshiral
my hand slipped
(inktober-for-writers day 22: wood that holds memories)
An unfamiliar bird call in the night, and far below the camp in the trees, something lumbers through the undergrowth. Hakkon’s appearance hadn’t phased the forest’s inhabitants for long.
Lavellan sits on the edge of the camp’s platform, turning a wooden bead over between her fingers, carved with the branches of Mythal, a match for the other seven beads still woven into her hair. Her sister’s carving, like a piece of the old aravel to carry with her.
“Do you think our gods could return this way?” she asks. “Kill a dragon, get your god back. So simple, I’m a little jealous.”
Solas is silent beside her. She half expects him to object to that our, our gods, even now, after Mythal, now that the gods are real, really real, in her head and in her bones and controlling her body real; after all this time walking through the temples of his ancestors, all his arguing with human witches and human scholars. But maybe he’s finally growing a little less twisted up inside himself, this flat-ear of hers. When he does speak, he says, “If you’re thinking of killing Mythal... I’ve heard many stories of people who tried to kill the one who held their geas. It rarely ends well.”
The voices from the Well would agree with him, to the extent that she can understand them. "Yeah, well. I like a challenge.”
Hundreds of years Hakkon had been trapped in that form, with all those generations of Avvar still praying to him all that time, still keeping his memory. She wonders if he’d heard them, on some level; wonders how much was the dragon and how much was the god, how much of Mythal is Mythal and how much is the body she’s trapped in.
“Like the Avvar said. Give her a good rebirth.”
But from the look on his face, you’d think they were breaking up all over again.
“Come on, you’ve already helped me kill one god,” she says. "What’s one more?”
“What if what returns doesn’t meet your expectations?”
That’s not what she’d expected his objection to be, not when he’d tried to help Cole in much the same way, trying to untangle the spirit from the person he’d gotten tangled up in. She’d have thought he’d want to do at least as much for Mythal. Out of historical interest if nothing else.
The pattern of Mythal’s branches is familiar under her thumb, turning her sister’s bead over in her hand.
Wren Lavellan (such a cute name!) listening to Solas’s voice - for @inquisitor-julia ! You’re welcome, I’m glad people like this initiative :) I also find his voice so soothing - like the old saying goes, he could be reading the phonebook and I’d still dreamily listen! Here (x) you can find a download link to @corseque‘s “solas calming a panic attack” track, maybe you will like it :) <3 My askbox is still open if you guys want to spread some Solas positivity. Send me one thing you love about Solas and get a sketch of your Inquisitor! Don’t forget to tell me your Inquisitor’s name and the tags where I can find pics of them! (Open for Solavellan and Inquisitor friends, of course!)