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So we all know that in the datamined files the Caretaker is said to be the spirit of a slain dragon right? And I've theorized before it was Mythal's dragon yes? I have another spicy option. Not technically a dragon perhaps, but what if they're what remains of that sinner who was punished for flying "in the shape of the divine"?

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Huh. Just randomly thinking again about the statues in the Winter Palace that seem like people / servants who were petrified. Iirc (and bear in mind it's been a minute since I played) they're in or near a room that seems to have an eluvian. Regardless . . . do you think Solas or his agents petrified them? Perhaps while working toward claiming Briala's eluvians?

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I just wanna know why being on my DA canon character blogs has been so bad for me lately

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Anyway we've joked about Im being a nickname because funny but do you think it was originally Im and he bargained with someone for the shael bit

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I spent all these years going "Imshael sounds like Ishmael (Old Testament) but they don't have much in common" only to finally look at the wiki page for Moby Dick Ishmael — a book, mind you, I have not read in eons — and go "oh so it's THIS Ishmael

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My activity sidebar is broken

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I did one reply and now all ability to string words together has fled me

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I think the reason I started calling Rook + their companions the chess club is because I cannot recall them calling themselves the Veilguard or being called that by anyone else outside of the epilogue slides. They're not even guarding the Veil throughout the game so much as fighting the Evanuris. That's the job Rook gathered this specialized team to do. For a game called The Veilguard, the plot has remarkably little to do with the Veil. Anyway the name comes off more as something people start calling them after the fact so they don't have to say "Rook and friends" or w/e.

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VAUQUELIN TOOK THE MAN'S FIRST words as insult. He knew he was small, and the world never let him forget it. He couldn't count how many times it'd been said he'd need a stool to rub a worm's belly. Nor how often he'd been bumped, kicked, stepped on, splashed with mud. Most either saw him as an easy target or didn't see him at all. He didn't see why this stranger should be any different.

But, Vauquelin had taken the lesson of mien'harel to heart. Even a small blade must be respected. Going unnoticed allowed him to get in close. Being underestimated gave him weaknesses to exploit. He'd rather turn that blade on the shems than a fellow elf, but if worse came to worst, he wouldn't let anyone get the better of him. He'd already shifted back on the balls of his feet by the time the man was moving, grip loosening to slide toward the back of the small crate. Someone might think he meant to drop it and run. But, his eyes never left that man. One good toss of that crate would disorient him.

He was just about to throw when he found himself disoriented instead. He froze for a long moment. Only his eyes moved, searching for any sign of deceit. Then, hardly daring to look away from the man, he balanced the box on one arm and lifted the lid with the other. Inside were rows of vials packed with straw. He had no clue what was in them (probably something expensive), but it wouldn't fill anyone's belly. He would've dropped the box and let the vials shatter, but if this man's scars really were from his employer, then they'd take their lost profits out of his hide. Vauquelin didn't think he deserved that.

That didn't mean he was ready to trust him yet, though. ❝Hunting is still theft. 'Cept they call it poaching,❞ he retorted. Not that that had stopped the rebels. They had a few hunters among them, including Briala herself. The trouble was finding grounds that hadn't been emptied by the roving armies and returning with a catch without becoming quarry themselves.

Vauquelin stared hard at the indicated crate to commit the markings to memory. Then he glanced around for others in case this was a trap. ❝Why? An empty crate's odder than a missing one, and you'll get beat just as hard for it.❞

The child before him looked utterly pitiful. With trained eyes, Harlan would spot others like him from time to time just as soon as he could step out without feeling like he'd collapse on the spot; that so-called rebellion barely scraping for survival. Compassion wasn't something he had been taught to nurture, but Harlan could also hardly fault them for trying. After all, through the fevered delirium, he remembered the smoke that filled Halamshiral while he had one foot in his own grave.

Weren't they the same anyway? He too rebelled and ran from his masters. He too fought tooth and nail to get here, led further only by spite. He too had even once been just like this kid: a hungry thief with sharpened teeth. That kind of despair was a familiar beast, now reflected in this child clutching fervently to a box of nothing.

And now, Harlan was still alive only because a kindly old elf had decided to take pity on a dying assassin spitting venom at him. Perhaps that was why he stopped his initial instinct from taking over, with Alamet's old voice appearing at this opportune moment to annoy him.

“ Are you sure you'll be able to carry that box all the way? You're very scrawny, ” Harlan ended up saying, his voice calm as he regarded the child carefully. He truly painted the image of an underfed orphan he'd seen plenty of within the Crow recruits. “ All it takes is a slip and someone's bound to spot an elven child like you carrying a marked box that clearly doesn't belong to him. ”

Weighing between practicality and another man's sentimentality, Harlan sighed and nonchalantly walked over to another crate, tapping the top of it. “ The one you're holding isn't food though, they changed the markings. This is better. I'll let you have what's inside if you leave the crate here, though you'd probably do better learning how to hunt instead. ”

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Okay gonna split my time between here and @captturner trynna write

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I started watching Grimsburg and I'm only on ep 2 but so far it's like if Disco Elysium was an irreverent comedy

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The plague of being into DA for too long is I almost put down "shem" for this word game

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I've no intention of giving Vauquelin magic, but I do think if he up and got magic somehow (like those posts speculating about all elves becoming mages if the Veil came down, for example), it'd be like when you put boots on a cat

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I still have this labeled kermiddy and I always will because it is always an accurate representation of my feelings toward you

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bastard jk i think your blog is such an itneresting concept and expanding something that was barely given any thought in game is so very cool and sexy of you

gimme your honest opinion

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holly. light of my life. meeting you has only enriched my life. you are one of the kindest people I know. the depths of your creativity and ability to really dig into lore and build something incredible of it puts professional writers to shame.

you're incredible.

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Holly holy God you are literally like a reference encyclopedia. I base half my canon on you. You're a good kind person who has so much on their plate. It's wild you make time for us and that you do it so well and so warmly. You're a beacon of light and I hope you know you are beloved.

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