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the moral of the story is: i will gut you if i need to. i will carve my way out with only my teeth. (if desperate times call for desperate measures, then i'm free to act as desperately as i wish.)
indie mutuals only rp blog for an interpretation of the hero of ferelden; eloren mahariel - pc from dragon age origins. adored by kira, (25+ & she/her)
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i'm not saying eloren WOULDN'T use an eluvian, but she does have a very deep mistrust of them. it would likely get better if she used them frequently, but she would be VERY on edge around them and have to force herself to go through one and remind herself that walking from idk weishaupt to orlais is not ideal either
Autumn Rivers | Outer Range s01e03 ↳ Not my first Lamotrigine rodeo. Gotta stay stable.
eloren never PLANNED to disappear. whatever caused her to vanish happened quickly and without any time for her to prepare. otherwise she would have at least informed those she trusted that she'd be gone for a while (this is slightly different if romancing anyone. she still disappears without word but she finds her lover / gets word to her lover as quick as she can) and that is something she feels guilty about. not that she left; whatever happened it was urgent enough that she NEEDED to go then. but that she couldn't tell anyone. couldn't give warning.
Eloren had always been kind, kinder than he had expected possible given how most people tended to react to APOSTATES. He did not deserve her, never had, but especially not now. " I cannot accept that, commander. You know I can't. " He may be a warden but that meant little to the chantry if they had decided to risk angering the wardens to continue their war against mages It is a massacre, a war would be equal on both sides. Worse, the wardens had no reason to risk this much trouble for one meager mage. All he could do was cause more trouble for Eloren and the others.
" If something were to happen, not that I'm EXPECTING something to happen but if ... you would take care of Ser pounce a lot, yes? I'd ask Nathaniel but he would simply forget to feed the poor guy. "
“I can still offer.” And she would, nothing would ever make her stop offering. She has a lot of complaints about the way her life has turned out; silent complaints but still complaints - but the things she’d never be mad about are the friends she’s made. She may technically be Anders' boss, but that means nothing to her. Okay, no, it means she can stand in the way of anyone who wants to harm him and her words have some weight to them.
Her eyebrows furrow slightly. “As if Ser Pounce A Lot will let Nathanial forget to feed him. He’ll be taken care of, don’t worry - but nothing will happen to you, Anders.” She can’t promise that, she knows, but by the creators she’ll try.
"you would attempt to put a puppet on the throne and every soul here knows it. the better question is, 'who will pull the strings?' ah! and here we have the puppeteer. tell us, warden: how will the orlesians take our nation from us? will they deign to send their troops, or simply issue their commands through this would-be prince? how much fereldan blood does orlesian gold buy these days?" "the blight is the threat here, not orlais!"
remembering one of the epilogue cards from dai with the wardens is 'Rumors abound that they severed ties with their leaders at Weisshaupt, and that a bitter war now rages between them.' imagine in veilguard when the first warden refuses to help, sb suggests to rook (maybe antoine & evka) "it's not ideal but i know of some other wardens who might be willing to help. the southern wardens who split from the larger order a decade ago."
@astraldestiny asked: ❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞ from anders
“What if you’re not asking, but I’m offering? All you have to do is say yes - or even nod.” She wants to help him; he is her friend and if there is one thing Eloren will always do, it is go to war for her friends. Because he friends are not just friends, but they are family. Pieces of a strange family that she holds close to her heart and would burn the world down for them if required (but she hopes its not required. she did a lot of hard work in saving the world.) She holds her hand out to him, an offer or a promise. Let me help you, Lethallin.
A little rumble sounded. Nimue didn't remember the Blight. She'd lived through it, she was certain of that, but she couldn't remember. Trying to remember just made her head pound harder, made the nausea rise. She would trust that a Warden was well aware of it all, though. It was their job.
"Well, if he pokes too far into the veil, we might have one. Isn't that how they started? The magisters entering the blank city or whatever?" The black city, Nimue. For the Herald of Andraste, she sure didn't have her Andrastean terms down. "That's what he's trying to do. Again. And that would release more blight, right?"
Her eyebrows furrow slightly. "The Chantry claims that it is the hubris of man that brought the darkspawn to this world. What's that part of the Chant-" she hummed slightly as she tried to remember. This was the only part of the Chant she actually kind of knew, and only because its connection to the Blight. "And so the Golden City is blackened. With each step you take in my... home? Marvel at... something something.... You have brought Sin to Heaven and doom upon all the world."
Mahariel shrugged. "But that's what the Chantry says. Truthfully, no one knows how the Blight really started. So who knows what'd happen if he gets his way. Truth be told I wasn't even sold on the fact the Magisters broke into the Makers house." she paused. "I'm still not."
“We both know those don’t count as people.” That wasn't how that worked, but it was in Nimue's mind. Be evil, lose person status. Well, no. She did give people second chances. She'd given plenty. It was still easier to view the Venatori as things rather than people, though. Fodder to be cut down in pursuit of Corypheus.
Annoying seemed to fit. He was a threat, certainly, but she didn't think he was as much of a threat as he believed himself to be. "We'll handle it. Honestly, I think the dragon's a bigger problem than he is."
hmm, no, no that's not quite right. that's the problem. they WERE people; still willing to follow a crazed darkspawn. taking away their person status was taking away fom how horrific that was - but perhaps that was simply the best way for nimue to deal with the situation at present. everyone needed a way of that.
"i'm just thankful it's not a real archdemon. we have enough to deal with without throwing a blight into the mix." plus it has only been ten years since the last blight. they would be incredibly unlucky if another blight happened in their lifetime. there was the call, constant in the back of her mind - but that was normal for her; normal since that day she found that accursed mirror - but it wasn't archdemon level of calling.
eloren mahariel
dragon age origins → dragon age inquisition → dragon age the veilguard
@wrdncmmndr asked:
i don't care what he calls himself , i don't like him .
"Does anyone like people who deem themselves gods?" Corypheus certainly wasn't impressing her. He was large, blighted, that's all he had in his favor to the newly named Inquisitor. "He's a wannabe, but just dangerous enough to be annoying." Understatement, but it held.
"the cult that worships the wannabe god? they seem to really like him." she suggests with a tilt of her head and a frown. she raises an eyebrow. "annoying?" she repeats, then with a smile she nods her head. "you're not wrong. he is annoying."
TWO HANDS ARE HELD UP IN DEFENCE OF HIMSELF, as they had previously been pinching the bridge of his nose. his brows merely narrowed, at first. . "alright," he exclaims, amusedly despite the genuine concern. "-- now you're starting to sound just like velanna." ... BUT ON SECOND THOUGHT, in rememberance to his minor attraction to that particular elf, his eyes sparked a bit devious despite the heavy, purple bags that line them. "although... i could get used to that, in a pinch." he shrugs, fingers boardering his chin as he views her through narrowed optics.
"but why are you worried?" HE FINALLY DROPS HIS HANDS AS EXPRESSION EASES ONLY SOMEWHAT. keeping an air of humor, as she would come to expect. "you know how it is. dreaming of the darkspawn, dying in the deeproads. not exactly condusive to a restful night sleep." HE LIES. well, partly at least. though perhaps it might not serve him long.
she doesn't hold back a small snort of laughter. "next time i see her, i'll tell her you're thinking of her fondly, then. i'm sure she'll have plenty of choice words to express the joy this brings her." anders might never learn it, but there may have been a warden betting pool on him and velanna. maybe.
"can't mages control their dreams? maybe if you gave the darkspawn little party hats it'll be better. i know if i was able to give the archdemon a little party hat, it would have made my dreams during the blight a smidge more tolerable." humour is an interesting thing, isn't it? how something so light and airy can be used to hide the feelings of guilt that lay underneath (anders would not be in this situation had she not made him a warden) (yet it was the only way to get the templars to back off) (and look how that went). "genuinely though; you do need to sleep sometime. even if it's a five minute power nap in the back of your clinic." she's almost tempted to ask him if he's tried antivan coffee, but that might not actually be helpful.
The fighting never ends. Especially for people like them, especially for Eloren. An elf and a warden — she could not have chosen a more stressful life if she had been given a CHOICE in the matter unless she would have chosen to study magic. " Darkspawn who can think for themselves? It seems we cannot leave you alone for even a moment before you stumble upon something distressing again, my friend. " Though her comment was lighthearted, she scowled as she followed the woman, deeply concerned by her tale.
If darkspawn were beginning to evolve into thinking individuals ... the idea itself was frightening. It would change everything they knew about them, what little it was in the first place, and likely not for the better. If they added another war of POLITICS to Thedas there was no telling if the current lands would be able to hold up against it or if they would burst under the pressure. Wren had no love for the nations of this world but that did not mean she was not aware of the chaos that would ensue should they collapse all at once.
She followed Eloren in silence, simply nodding as she pointed towards a conveniently quiet corner of the tavern and wasting no time sitting down at it. It was not until she leaned back in the chair that her exhaustion and anxiety truly caught up with her, the simple act of sitting down costing her what felt like a LIFE TIME as she let out a sigh. " I wish I could bring you better news of the rest of the world but alas ... all I have encountered during my travels is the same hostility our people face everywhere. The fact that an elf saved us all hardly seems to register with them. Humanity's ungratefulness is a DISGRACE, truly. "
"One day I might go five minutes without discovering a new horror of unimaginable delight. One day. I should just stick with the imaginable ones." That is fair easier said than done, it seems. She's not even going to mention the new and exciting ways the deep roads have scarred her. She'll save Wren from that knowledge. "Fortunately... there shouldn't be any more of them. Long story but I killed the guy who was 'awakening' them." She nearly hadn't. He'd been pretty convincing - finding a way to end the blights? Is that not a Grey Wardens dream? But the fact remained that she could not trust him. And he had woken up a Broodmother. No one who could claim to care about his people would make a broodmother aware of the hell she was living.
"shems have short memories." she crinkled her nose, but she's not surprised. she doesn't hate humans; some of her best friends are human! but creators, humans as a collective drive her up the wall. "their faces when the nobles of amaranthine had to swear fealty to me of whatever bullshit that was about - was hilarious though. then a bunch of them conspired to have me killed but..." she shrugged. that really was not a new occurrence for her (the fact they had also been in discussions with an antivan crow was an extra layer of hilarity. could they not at least be original?)
she hasn't sat down yet, hand on the back of the chair before she starts to move away. "i'll be right back." it's just a brief walk over to the counter, a few words with the barkeeper to get a healing potion, a word to the waitress to bring them some stew, before she's back at the table to take a seat and handing the potion to wren. "here. it might help a little."
mahariel returning to ferelden during inquisition to find vigils keep is empty and all the grey wardens have vanished: wtf, disappearing without a trace is my thing!
to hear her language spoken easily is warmth and light itself, a thousand memories of home : warden and inquisitor may not share clan yet this they share and now, for once - this moment - she is not alone. elves there are among them yet few claim a clan as theirs, and some reject the dalish utterly. it escapes her not at all - the strangeness of it. two dalish elves so burdened with the weight of a world so unwelcoming. mira's gaze follows eloren's out across the mountains as her mind follows words that bring no comfort. (talking darkspawn, mythal'enaste...) "he is extraordinarily tall," she says. "the face of a man but twisted, hooded partially by cloth and partially by...well, what looks like red lyrium. his hands are strange - more talon than finger." gaze pulled back across the frosted mountaintops to turn with curiosity to the other. "you think that he may be one of these awakened that you saw in amaranthine?"
she slowly nods, mira's words not entirely unexpected but oh how she had wished she was describing a typical darkspawn. with a sigh, she glanced back to the inquisitor. "to be honest, i was hoping it was just an awakened darkspawn. a genlock with delusions of grandeur. but... the awakened were typical darkspawn - but the one who woke them-" she straightened up. "he called himself the architect. he was very tall. decorated with gold - and his fingers more like talons. he wore this ugly hat that had fused into his body; with a symbol on it that i have seen only in ancient tevinter ruins." he thought himself to be just another darkspawn, but creators, she had known that could not been the case. "i fear that whatever this corypheus is, he is the same as the architect." and she fears what that means. she fears that vigil keep stands empty. she fears that the wardens are missing. she was supposed to be the only warden mysteriously vanished, and now she's the only one here. "mythal'enaste. this all makes me miss the Blight. it was all doom and gloom then but at least we knew what to expect. kind of. not at all, but at least the darkspawn didn't talk-"
are we going to talk about how evka and antoine are just handing out to the joining to everyone who’s dying of blight and doesn’t want to die of blight and then not making them be wardens because it’s so funny they rlly said who cares
“why is anyone letting them do this”
