#𐫱 › Morrigan.

[courtfallen]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔯 and she chuckles, darkly. high priestesses are a breed she has long-since fled, marking them as wayward thralls, bound to writ, shackled to oaths. it seems a sad place to be, if morrigan is being honest, but she is not the pitying sort. nor is she pious or stupid. having been swallowed up by the cauldron and spat out and with torturous-new visions that gobble up her ever-waning sanity, she can't outright deny the existence of gods and goddesses, thrumming wild power at the core of everything, granting and taking life as it moves them about a chessboard of chaos. but she has nothing in her that calls to mysteries scribbled in dusty tomes.

not when their world is writhing now, rewriting the histories, forging new understandings of this realm and everyone's place in it — mortal or fae or cauldron-made.

❝ i think we are at the precipice of a new era, ❞ she answers, tending to the spotted green thing left on the ledge. ❝ the old washed away for something new and frightening and beautiful. ❞ a look back and forth to confirm no one else is watching, she takes the plant, tucks it into her satchel. once it's settled, she turns to the priestess, taking her in — her elegant frame draped in faith. ❝ if we are able to outrun it and survive, there will be new texts written to pore over. but you'll bear witness. ❞

lavinia gives a negatory shake of her head, blending the tome into the inconspicuous stack of books piled next to her. these questions are her least favourite. despite her attempts to maintain the decorum requested of a high priestess, lavinia does feel awkward when questioned so directly. she was steadily growing more sensitive to such inquiries considering her elevated relationship to the mother. it strikes her as accusation — she should know why they've been transported here.

"not a thing," lavinia says with a wry smile, feeling all the more like a failure for it. for all her visions of decorum, the high priestess speaks from the floor, tucked into a corner of the shop with a dying plant as her only company, and now the autumn fae. "have you any theories?"

[kinghomebody]

Dragon Age： The Veilguard ｜ Release Date Trailer

Dragon Age: The Veilguard Release Trailer did a lot for me in different ways and I have a lot of questions and theories.

1.) Lets talk about how there are stark similarities between Inquisition and The Veilgaurd.

The protagonist is found again in the Fade, this time it looks more grey than green and they do not inherit a mark. it also looks like Rook and The Inquisitor share the same physical position that they found within the fade at the start of their stories: Lower than someone thought to be much more important than them :Inquisitor the Divine, Rook, Solas.

With Rook you see more of what's happening within the fade and the statues of the Elven Patheon which what looks like a split amongst them. Three on the left near Rook and four on the right near Solas. Does this symbolize something? We know that the Evanuris did not always get along but does the positioning of the statues foreshadow that more of the elven gods side with him in wiping out everything and bringing back the days where everything is ruled by magic?

2.) The trailer did a wonderful job sprinkling nostalgia here and there and I have a few observed opinions.

The model they used for this Rook makes me think of two things of Dragon Age. Duncan and people from Rivain who have similar skin tones. Rook, in this trailer wears armor that on the shirt collar has wings. Apart from the Antivan Crows the only other faction you could think of that could be represented with wings are the Grey Wardens because of the griffins.

It’s also good to hear Morrigan’s voice again and see her also reminding me of Origins and Inquisition. For me I let her drink from the Well of Sorrows so she might either be completely under the control of Flemeth or have mastered it’s power. Of course Varric and Scout Harding who are still with the Inquisition will be with us. If we align with the Antivan Crows will we see Zevran?

There is an elf that looks like they have been captured by tentacles and you cannot see their left arm. Is that the Inquisitor? Or the Hero of Ferelden? I only speculate this because the Grey Wardens are center stage again and besides Hawke, if you allowed him to go with them for a time, The Hero of Ferelden who is on a quest to defeat the calling could have gotten themselves trapped somehow.

Titan lore will be most likely explored through Lace Harding seeing as she can freeze enemies similar to Solas and Sandal. Her body and eyes glow however it starts to change. In my opinion it might be because she is channeling magic directly through her body and dwarves are supposedly not suppose to have the ability to do magic. Sandal always uses a rune and Solas is an elf.

> In Sandal’s case we know that Bodan found him far in the Deep Roads and being exposed to lyrium for too long could have done something to him to wear he won’t get the negative symptoms of overusing it.

> In Lace’s case, she has no idea what’s going on, her body is changing, we know that when Dagna is face deep in a rune she feels “mountain- tall” and around all her people and they think as one and since we know the Ancient Elven Patheon fought the Titans at one point and separated them from their hearts that the dwarves might have lost their magic in a way – this is something I’m still working out from the Trespasser DLC. Harding might need to find the heart of a Titan if she want’s to survive with her new magic abilities or she might even become one – this is another theory. Also, her being able to create a stone wall. Does that mean the dwarven people could build cities with their bare hands. The “connection” with the “Stone” doesn’t sound too far off when you think about it.

Solas fighting the old gods in his Dreadwolf form was amazing to see. It’s interesting to visually see the difference in size between him and those he his up against even being as powerful as he is. With this and the darkspawn looking blighted along with the dragons that you see at the end of the trailer, there might as well be two blights at once, the veil being destroyed, the elven gods reeking havoc and (personally I didn’t see this but there's no way it won’t be brought up) maybe the Qunari invasion – unless it was settled before the events of The Veilgaurd. From combat finishers looking to be back, Griffins, Morrigan and Varric and everything literally being validated and lore accurate I’m very happy with this trailer.

[billie-brogan]

"Are you gonna finish that? Thanks." This is how breakfast usually goes in their little shared home. Billie prepares the breakfast, she puts more on Morrigan's plate than his little fairy appetite is ever going to manage, and then she steals some for herself. Only easily measurable foods, though: a slice of bread, which she's already noted down in her notebook because she planned this all along. "Soo, spotted any talent yet? Or is everyone in the grave digging industry, like... dead?"

She's Morrigan's biggest cheerleader, and she's totally rooting for him to find a cute Ozzie boyfriend here. Fresh starts and all! It's just a pity he got assigned to a job with so many corpses. @morriganxshaw

[courtfallen]

seer morrigan : you see a darkened cave with two figures, red eyes piercing into your soul and bidding you to run, and the promise of danger to come

𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫 streak towards you, sundering your view of the dusk court's wildwood, and strike like flung arrows — one at the center of your forehead where your third eye blinks open, one at the center of your chest where your heart wrenches. as with all your nightmarish visions, you are transported elsewhere whether you like it or not, dragged and deposited onto foreign shores. you are a ghost, a suspended soul dangling above a scene unfolding. only this time, the red-eyed souls that haunt the cave below look through the trappings of their world and into you. they see you.

their wordless message echoes around you, wings of broken birds, crooked rills, death rattles —

// d a n g e r . . . danger! ... R U N .

you are panting when you wake, your heart thundering. wavering hands grip at your chest where fear spreads like an eldritch poison. ink pluming in a well. you feel broken apart, eyes all around you, whispers trailing into the recesses of your mind.

. . . there's no where to run.

[elliscousland]

Ellis & Morrigan vibes

[miju-khan]

Miju spends more time at the graveyard than he'd care to admit. He is, as consequence, quite familiar with its comings and goings. The shift patterns of the staff, for example. "Cutting it a little fine, aren't you?" he asks as the gravedigger makes his way in. Cutting it fine, or even late. Miju barely looks up from his sketchbook, where he has filled a page with small, detailed drawings of an old man. He didn't need to comment; Miju just likes to tease, and he's noticed this gravedigger is extremely teasable. @morriganxshaw

[mov1ngparts]

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜ -Kieran for Morrigan

assorted dialogue, @forallofthedas

She'd kept a keen eye on the boy over the years, waiting for any sign of the soul within him to have gone awry and reverted to its old ways. There were no instances, however, and for that she felt a great sense of relief she didn't expect upon first embarking into motherhood. But she didn't take into account that Kieran might still feel the affects of the old magic within him, in that it might cause him to feel at a distance from his peers.

Morrigan didn't always know how to meet Kieran's openness. Even with the years, she was still learning to combat her own upbringing. Her deepest thoughts and the inner workings of her chest no longer had to be so closely guarded, certainly not with her own child. Through his eyes discovering the world around him, she learned to question her own viewpoints.

"You are a bright, earnest mind in a world that could use more gentleness. The world will not always reward this, my love, but it will draw you to people." Her heart swelled at the sight of Kieran. Every moment she looked at him, she felt she couldn't love him more than the last, but was proven wrong.

"Come here. Sit with your mother and let her set your mind at ease."

[necromosss]

"If you meant what you said Alistair, then swear on the divine. 'Tis not often you get to be in her presence" "I- It's- You never stopped being mean, do you?"

[citree]

More older Kieran!! He’s still figuring things out 🥹

[kanis-things]

[ruushes]

i'm sure there's a canon timeline but dao is a springtime game to me

[birmit]

Morrigan in the outfit from the Veilguard artbook I fell in love with this design

[blighted-elf]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard - Morrigan Reveal

[butchofthewilds]

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[courtfallen]

— closed starter for @vivianvaldemar // 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖈𝖎𝖗𝖈𝖑𝖊! ( vivian & morrigan — dawn, along the oceanside. )

𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰, it was decidedly incomplete. forged anew with gold lining the cracks of the fractured mortal she had been — gold when she preferred the grit of earth, the lichens on the sill, moss and fern at the edges of her world. she had been unmade, and reborn as something she did not recognize, something graceful, undying. but she clung to the edges of that eternal casket into which they'd forced her, a mouth full of loam and curses, and it had crossed to the other shore with her. that feral, clawing energy of her first becoming. no matter the centuries fate planned to put between her and that bloody origin, she would never let go of it.

the ocean is cold and calling to her, and so she walks at first light, leather boots caked in wet sand. she had once moved so soundless through the world, desperate to survive, but there is a new presence in her now. a beast waking, shaking its hackles, and sprawling out under the morning sun — aching to be seen. on this white shore, she does not expect the black figure looming alongside the seafoam. the thread that had been pulling her along suddenly snaps taut.

her blood is my blood.

the words echo in her mind, and her approach is quicker now. when she's a stone's throw away from the woman, she stops, eyes searching, heart thrumming.

❝ i know you, ❞ somehow. a slave to her own truth, the words topple out and skitter across the glistening sand. the seer's intuition is a searing thing, a blade she wields without knowing how. ❝ i have seen you in dreams, even before i could really see. ❞

[elliscousland]

thinking bout them...