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here is a little sketch of young and fresh not moldy and blighted Elgar'nan. my absolute brain rot below, approach at your own caution

considering ALL of the other evanuris are DEAD in the veilguard besides ghil, I can see this man CRASHING OUT. not only do you lose something you've built and 'protected' (in your eyes), but you lost it to actions of someone you perceived as ultimately below you. the lap dog of your wife caused the crash of the entire empire that elg took pride in building. but not only that – all of the people you considered worthy, possibly cared about (we see him caring for ghil in his own way so this isn't a stretch) all GONE. this must be fucking miserable. not to take dalish myths seriously, but there probably was something of a family-like bond with atleast some of them, and imagine you wake up with blight already in your head and discover YOUR WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY DEAD???? and the only one left is the crazy grief and madness struck gf of your dead daughter with weird obsession in grafting flesh on flesh and creating nightmare horrors. I think he need a therapy session or a COUPLE if I'm honest, I can see this man having alot of issues.

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I have more Elgar'nan spoiler-ish thoughts because I am rotating him like a bag of popcorn in the microwave of my brain.

Spirits have a hard time with the concept of death, even after mortality has been a factor of the world for eons now. We see how it can so easily change and warp a spirit, even a demon!

Spite will get irrationally angry if they can't find Manfred/Curiosity and will demand Emmrich bring them back, not fully comprehending that it's not possible.

Cole even temporarily turned into a demon of despair at the fact he couldn't save a human boy.

Even Solas tells an Inquisitor how often spirits will press on the Veil when there is a major battle to the point they can accidentally fall into some of the corpses.

So if we rewind to the dawn of the elves and take at face value that Elgar'nan and the rest of the Evanuris are amongst the first to be "born," we know shortly after the Titan war occurred which even predates the war with the soon-to-be Forgotten and Forbidden Ones (I believe, I'm a little shaky on what came first.)

Which means...some of those early elves would have died. Spirits dispersing back into formless, barely sentient wisps. It would take ages for them to reform and we know via Solas that what does end up forming isn't the same being, if it reforms into something conscious at all.

Playing on my previous idea that Elgar'nan was formerly a spirit of Protection, and if we realize how badly spirits handle mortality...yeah. I imagine those early deaths turned Elgar'nan almost immediately from a spirit of protection to a demon of control and tyranny shortly after inhabiting a body.

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Elgar'nan coming out to Ghil about the fact that he has MPB (male pattern baldness):

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The Healer and the Hearthkeeper

Part One

[The healer showed up one day, guided by June; brother to Sylaise and Andruil. She was in awe of the great city of Arlethan, of the Evanuris. An elf with two different colored eyes, a shy manner. She gave her heart to the people, and so became Sylaise's favorite-]

Keeper Tylynn of the Dale's, 203 Glory.

Maeriel was a lot of things. She was an elf, a woman who felt more at ease in the forests and mountains than the coastal cities, a healer who very rarely used her magic. A daughter and a sibling. And now she had been called upon by the God of Craft to work in Arlethan.

It was exciting and overwhelming. And Mae could only hope it was the right choice. She didn't even know any of the gods had known about her work healing the sick, but as she stepped through the eluvian, she almost collided with a tall, elvan man on the other side.

"Ir abelas." Mae apologised, dropping her gaze. "I am sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going."

"It's alright." The man looks at her with striking golden eyes. His brown hair slicked back and braided into a bun at the base of his neck. "You must be the new healer, Maeriel." He pauses and takes her in, curious; at ease. "I am June."

"Prince June. I didn't know -" Mae panicked a bit, but June waved her off. He hated formalities, and something else had caught his attention.

"Your eyes are incredible." June compliments. Mae freezes as he smiles at her. "One the color of the sky, and the other the color of the greenest grass in summer time."

"Most people are scared of them." Mae admits, and June scoffs.

"What a bunch of idiots." He turns away from the eluvian. "Come along Maeriel." He starts to walk around the small hill, and Mae follows quickly, her bag hitting her legs as she went. The trees were thick here and there were other elves working at clearing another path nearby. It wasn't until they reached the top of the hill on the otherside that Mae got her first look at Arlethan.

Her breath caught, and she stopped suddenly. It was gold and stone and stretched as far as the eye could see. And there were so many people.

"You've never seen Arlethan before, have you?" June is smiling, his head tilted a bit down at her.

"No Prince June." Mae tucks a piece of her honey colored hair away from her face. It only just goes past her shoulders and curls a bit at the ends, not as pretty as the gods hair.

June laughed, amused. "You don't need to be so formal with me. Just June is fine. I only build eluvians. I can't move the sun or moon."

"The all father can."

"He can do a lot of things." June replied, still smiling. "I wouldn't worry. Mother keeps him in check." He stopped at the bottom of a staircase leading up into a temple. "The injuries have been a bit severe. I apologise in advance, Maeriel."

Mae forces a smile, "Nothing I can't handle June."

He watches her for a moment. "You had better come inside." He turns and walks up the steps, Mae following close behind. It was quiet as they first approached, but gradually, Mae could make out the cries of pain and whimpering.

"A wall came down injuring a few workers." June explained as they reached the healers ward. Mae frowns a bit but nods, noting three workers in various states of pain.

"No head injuries?" She inquires and June shakes his head.

"Lukily no, Sylaise was able to use her magic to push the wall off of them." June answers. "As far as she could tell, no one injured their head very badly."

Mae puts down her bag and walks over to examine the first man's arm. She puts pressure on it, and he winches and cries out, and Mae frowns.

"It's broken. I'll need to set it and bind it. No work until it heals." Mae says firmly. She goes back to her bag and takes out a splint made of wood and some cloth.

"That's the healer then?"

June doesn't move, his arms crossed as he watches Mae work.

"Yes. That's Maeriel." June looks over at Sylaise, hands folded in front of her. A small curious expression on her face. "She's twenty three, hails from the coast-"

Sylaise watches as Mae sets the bone and places the sling on it before wrapping it tight, but not too tight.

"She's cute, right?" June prompts, elbowing his sister in the side gently.

"Yes." Sylaise answered before blushing. "No, I mean -" She smacks June on the shoulder as his laughter echoes in the room. Mae moves onto the next person, ignoring them, and Sylaise sighs softly.

"I'll be in my throne room. Bring her when she's done here." Sylaise ignores June's grin, and moves toward the door. "Andruil is visiting." She says, and June purses his lips.

"I'll remind Mae of the customs." June answers as Sylaise leaves. He turns to Mae and continues to watch her work. She has a steady hand, he notes. Focused. No wonder mother thought she would be good here.

By the time Mae has finished, it's getting dark. She's sore all over, but pleased she was able to help so quickly. She follows June, leaving her bag behind; he had said a servant would bring it up to her rook later and feels her stomach twist in anticipation. What if she hadn't done a good enough job?

"When we enter, you must not look them in the eyes unless they do it first. And you must stay on your knees." June pauses at the large door. "You are not a slave, but you must still show respect."

"Yes Prince June."

June's lips quirk into an amused smile, before he enters; Mae following a few steps behind. Whatever conversation that was happening in the room ceased, and when they reached the front of the room, she knew because June stopped walking, Maeriel dropped to her knees in front of them, her eyes focused on a scuff in the stone.

"This is the healer then?"

"She is yes, Andruil. I've brought her to work with Sylaise." June answers, hands clasped behind his back. Mae doesn't look up from where she kneels.

"She's short." Andruil gives Mae a once over, "How strong are you?"

"Strong enough, Princess." Mae doesn't look up, and Andruil makes a noise of approval. "If she doesn't work out here Sylaise I'll take her."

"You'd make Ghil jealous." Sylaise teases. "I'll keep her. I need the help."

Andruil stood up, striding up to where Mae was kneeling on the floor. She reached down and patted her head, like Mae was some kind of pet, before stepping around her.

"Come along June, things to do ."

"Good luck." June whispered as he passed. The door shut behind them, and Mae didn't move. Her legs were starting to hurt, the stone was cold; and-

"Hey, you look like you're going to pass out." Sylaise knelt down in front of Mae. She tilted her head up with her hand, cupping her chin so they could look each other in the eyes. "When was the last time you ate something?"

"A couple of days ago, Princess." Mae answers softly. She watches Sylaise purse her lips, her purple eyes staring deep into her own. Her dark hair is braided back, and there's a gold crown placed delicately in it. Mae wonders how anyone can be so beautiful before Sylaise speaks again.

"You need to eat." Sylaise scolds softly. "I get you some food. Come." She releases her hold on Mae's chin and takes her hands, before pulling her to her feet. She lets go and turns before Mae can thank her, and walks toward a door on the far side of the room. Mae follows quickly, and stays behind Sylaise as they find themselves in a room tucked away in the farthest part of the temple.

There were two beds, a table and chairs, and a fireplace. A large windows cast moonlight into the room, but Mae could see it was enchanted. You could look out, and the outside world could shine in, but no indication anyone else could see inside the room.

"Come in." Sylaise said, interrupting Mae's thoughts. She scurried in, and the door shut behind her. "This is my...I mean our room. I'll need you close." She pauses. "And it's Sylaise. You work with me, not for me. Do you understand Maeriel?"

"Yes." Mae swallows hard at the intense look in Sylaise's eyes. "I understand." She lets out a slow breath, "Thank you all the same. It's a lovely room. Cozy."

Sylaise lips quirk into a smile. "Aren't you kind." She moves to a shelf near the fire and pulls down some bread and butter, spreading it thick before she puts in on a plate, setting it at the table. "Come and eat. I won't let you work tomorrow. You need to rest."

"But I-"

"Hush. Don't question me." Sylaise pulls out a chair for Mae. "Sit."

Mae purses her lips and sits in the offered chair. She gives a quick thanks to the all mother and all father before she reaches for her bread, trying to eat slowly. It was good. Better than the bread back home.

"Good?" Sylaise puts a cup of water in front of her, and Mae nods, mouth full of bread. "I made it myself. It has cranberries in it." She sounded pleased, and Mae smiles up at her, thankful.

"After you're done, I want you to sleep." Sylaise tells her. Mae flashes her another quick smile, and Sylaise smiles back easily.

"You have very pretty eyes." Sylaise says, admiring them. "I can't say I've seen an elf with two different colored ones."

Mae blushes as she finishes her food. "I um..."

Sylaise quirks her eyebrows up, "Come along. You need rest." She pauses and stands up, pointing to the bed furthest away from the door, near the window. "I thought you'd like to have a view of the stars."

"Thank you, Sylaise." Mae looks at her, smiling. "That's sweet." Her voice is soft, and Sylaise can't help but wonder if the other woman ever raises her voice. She watches her for a few moments before taking one of her hands and bringing it up to her lips. She presses a soft kiss there, Mae blushing so hard in response that her ears are red before Sylaise lets her hand go.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Sylaise." Mae watches her cross the room before sitting on her bed, heart hammering in her chest.

All mother help her, this was going to be a long night.

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Elgar'nan's temple workers duties

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!!WIP!!

A memory of the great ceremony, where Blessed Sylaise received a generous reward from the All-Mother Mythal for the creation of the Grand Palace, where Evanuris held councils for many decades.

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silly little sketch of my favorite boyfailure evanuris – Falon'din. he really was pathetic 😭😭 i love his lore, it's so funny, pls let him out solas

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Elgar'nan, the GIRL father with his spirit daughters

we didn't explore the dynamics between Evanuris much, so I'm taking it as a pass for silly headcanons

Andruil, Elgar'nan and sylaise in all their glory, when everything was beautiful and not so twisted.

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I actually can be depressed and sad and ( because i have pneumonia and live in a one big sad fantasy

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can i please please wake up popular so I can get more than 1 like on my art here plspls

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hunt or be hunted

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when you can't forget her so you steal her chair (???)

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let andruil out too solas don't be homophobic

"i sure hope no elven deity breaks free from their prison in the fade and starts wreaking havoc on thedas"

the nefarious ghilan'nain:

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alistair and his beloved wife having a little moment

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Andruil put on armor made of the Void, and all forgot her true face. She made weapons of darkness, and plague ate her lands.

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wip liara tsoni