elvhxn-blog

[elvhxn-blog]

Details that spoke to me while replaying DA:O

Because the DA team really has been working on their lore and plot since the dawn of time.

Zathrian’s words about betrayal that would work so well for a certain someone else, too:

Dalish Warden to Zathrian: “How could you betray our people?”

Zathrian:

First mention of the Seekers, chasing outlaws mages from the Imperium:

The description of carvings on an ancient elven tablet that eerily resembles that of the Well of Sorrows:

Theories about Andraste being a powerful mage, as World of Thedas 2 also mentions. This would explain the “miracles” ascribed to her, her half-sister’s mysterious disappearance, and Andraste’s visions and episodes of trance. It would also give points to the theory “Andraste was one of Mythal’s first vessels”:

Sten correctly predicting the future moves of the Qunari and their attempt at conquering the South:

Flemeth’s Grimoire which bears Mythal’s symbol, the leafless tree:

First mention of an ancient elf - an Arcane Warrior - escaping their physical body to live as formless spirit, in this case inside an amulet. We will find another mention of this ability of the elves only in Trespasser, in the text related to the Exile of the Forbidden Ones.

On the altar used for the ancient elven ritual described on the tablet (see above) is etched the image of a wolf:

“Mined from the living.” Could this be about the Titans?

There are other little things, but I felt like these were the most jarring and interesting. It’s also good to remember that the devs recently confirmed that they planned the truth about the elven gods and Fen’Harel since from the very beginning of the series. Kudos to them.

[elvhxn-blog]

“We all have a face we want to show, and a face we do not.” — Solas, Dragon Age: Inquisition 

Wonderful screenshots were taken by solas-an (x)

[elvhxn-blog]

It’s the thick darkness that turns the shadows almost liquid, pooling in every nook and cranny and sometimes overflowing. It’s the damp air, carrying the stench of rust and rot and darkspawn. It’s the looming stone ceiling, endlessly high and yet somehow pressing on his shoulders, the low rumbling from below and the tremors in the earth coming in patterns unknown, organized but always unexpected and throwing him off his balance.

It’s the silence, ringing and ever present and only faintly cracked instead of broken by their voices as they march through tunnel after tunnel after tunnel, the echoes of their footsteps lost to the abyss. It’s the rising hollow pain in his temples the deeper they go, the sudden weakness in his knees, waking up in the camp and feeling as though he’s unable to breathe. It’s the complete absence of day and night, the occasional chilling breeze but no sky. It’s feeling - no, knowing that he’s trapped, and there’s nothing but walls around him, that makes his heart beat at a ridiculous rate and his stomach twist and knot in dry spasms of panic.

It’s all of these things - and, worst of all, it’s the letters. It seems ridiculous that something as fragile as a scrap of paper or a tablet of clay should survive down there for so long, yet they keep finding them everywhere - journals, research, memories, suicide notes. Paper, clay, wood, leather, stone, stained with dirt, stained with blood, grown over with moss and lichen, sparkling with lyrium dust. People who have been forced into the Deep Roads and people who began the descent by their own will, dwarves and elves and humans and even Qunari, Wardens and criminals and exiles and soldiers of the Legion, people who fought and people who succumbed.

The words crawl off the pages and onto his skin, make themselves a nest behind the backs of his eyes, to raise and nurse the nightmares for his next attempt to sleep:

I will not die here. I won’t go down without a fight. The voices are getting louder. The song is calling me. It’s dark dark dark dark dark dark

If the Creators have ever listened to my prayers, says one of the notes, written by a Dalish Warden, I know they do not hear me down here. His hand trembles as he sets it back on the stone table; he takes a deep breath, feeling the nausea rise in his stomach again, and turns away. Behind, his companions await, weary and beaten and feeling the weight of the darkness just as he does. It takes him some effort, but Neilar manages to push the corners of his mouth into somewhat of a smile. The Creators may not hear him, but he already has all the guidance he needs. 

(I took Neil to the Deep Roads and we both hate it)

[elvhxn-blog]

Half of being trans is being hypervigilant against transphobes. Like, I spent 15 minutes scrolling down on a blog that I would be super interested in just to make sure that it wasn’t going to start reblogging stuff from my favorite transmisogynists. Turns out that my hypervigilance was right again.

[elvhxn-blog]

Fears

BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE.

Italicize any lesser fears, and strikethrough any that your muse is definitely not afraid of.

Tagged by: @almostemperor (My main blog was the one they tagged anyway, which I will get to- but I couldn't resist doing it on this one.)

the dark | fire | open water (sea/ocean) | (any) deep water | being alone (for too long) | crowded/enclosed spaces (agoraphobia) | confined spaces (claustrophobia) | open spaces | change | failure | war | being controlled/lack of free will | prison | blood | drowning | suffocation | public speaking | supernatural monsters/animals | heights | death/dying | intimacy | rejection | abandonment | the unknown | the future | not being good enough | scary stories | talking to new people | poverty | loud noises | lack of noise | being touched | powerlessness | bugs | ghosts | growing old | forgetting | rain | lightning | natural disasters | poison | haunted buildings | hospitals | pain | disease | mirrors | god / religion | falling | buried alive | betrayal | people | social class | freedom | frogs | dogs | challenges | making friends | injury | powerlessness to prevent loved ones from being hurt | marriage | child-rearing | adulthood | the cold

[elvhxn-blog]

Gender: ⚪️Man ⚪️Woman 🔘Idiot

Looking for: ⚪️Men ⚪️Women 🔘Dragon Age 4

[elvhxn-blog]

It’s been awhile since I’ve drawn Merrill.

[elvhxn-blog]

( . ˶╹෴╹˵) ~♪

[elvhxn-blog]

I saw this in-game a few days ago, second plathrough. So I know what he's hiding this time around and I just-

You ever have foreshadowing hit you so hard that you have to leave the room when the realization hits?

Tell me about the old ruins you explored. 

[elvhxn-blog]

And then he runs straight off to Varric. For shame, Sahren.

[elvhxn-blog]

[elvhxn-blog]

[elvhxn-blog]

MAGE NERDS!

This definitely happens, doesn’t it? I think they’d be really gracious at first when being amended/corrected, but eventually it all goes to hell…

[elvhxn-blog]

[elvhxn-blog]

[elvhxn-blog]

Sahren's outfit for the Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts quest. Figuring out Sai. I'm going to redraw this at some point, when I've improved considerably. But for now this is a reference.