#Elera

[crimson-vow]

Vir shiral ma lasa, bellanaris.

insp.

[sky-scribbles]

OK all, I need song recs! I'm trying to make a playlist for each of my dragon age protagonists, and for some reason I cannot find songs for my Inquisitor.

Anyone got any good song recommendations for a Lavellan who:

Is convinced she has to act composed and together at all times, because if she gets emotional she is Letting Everyone Down

Very charismatic; can talk people into just about anything through the power of gentle politeness

Feels she's always becoming the person other people need her to be, and doesn't have a strong sense of self under the constant act

Loves her clan and wants to go home, but feels obliged to become Inquisitor because of how many people are suffering

Has a character arc about learning that she's allowed to rage, cry, and demand that people treat her with respect

Romances & forgives Blackwall

Becomes close friends with Solas and is distraught at finding out the truth, but vows to save him from himself

Disbands the Inquisition to return to her clan because she realises she's giving too much of herself

[overboss]

your honour she is the cutest

[starcaverns]

(left is armor, right is camp clothes. Her eyes are partially covered by her bangs)

In my upcoming BG3 fic Elotia (I spelt her name wrong, somehow) takes the place of tav.

She is a 300+ year old "high" elf who is old enough to have lived through the iron crisis and met Gorion's Ward (In this universe a human paladin named Nazia).

You'd think after living in Baldur's Gate for over a 100 years would teach her that city was not safe from invasions. She was captured by a nautiloid and was left weakened and trying to find her way in life agian.

Possible spoilers for the fic, if I ever post it. Here is Elotia's backstory.

Created by Mystra over 200 years ago, Elera was made for one purpose: Kill things that threaten Mystra. She was one of the more powerful celestials in Mystra's armory, despite only being use very little. Elera had a lot of free time, sometimes not being sent out for months. Over the decades Elera had gathered so much magical energy that she could have some control over the weave, which Mystra did not intend for Elera to have.

Elera was created to fight, she was strong physically, a fighter champion. But now Elera could do magic outside of extra radiant damage, she could do mage hand and counterspell and sunburst and other spells. At first Mystra wasn't sure how to feel about this, and was wary to send her on more missions, only further leaving Elera with more free time.

That one day Elera had decided that eavesdropping on some harpers would be the most interesting that would happen at the Friendly Arm Inn. Then some human walked up to them and talked to them about Nashkel and the ongoing iron crisis. She had accidently met eyes with the human woman, giving away the fact that she was listening in.

Soon after the woman walked up, introducing herself as Nazia, and saying that she wanted help. Apparently the paladin had thought that Elera was a sword for hire. Judging from the fact that she had fine metal armor and sword, and could keep her armor and weapons from thieves.

Elera and Nazia quickly got close, and Elera learned a lot about the woman. She had been raised in Candlekeep, and was a paladin of Selune. Despite having diffrent goddess Elera found Nazia's relationship with Selune intersting, and enjoyed watching the human pray to her goddess.

Over the months they traveled together Elera decided to break herself away from Mystra, and pretend to be a mortal to blend in easier with the rest of the traveling party. She took form as a high elf, and let Nazia choose her new name, Elotia.

Mystra was clearly not pleased with this development, or the brewing romance between Nazia and Elera. But Elera still did her duties, so Mystra let it be for the moment.

Elotia was there through all of Nazia's troubles. Discovering she was a bhaalspawn, the hells, the underdark. Elotia was there for all of it.

Once they were kidnapped in Amn Nazia said that if they survived this they were getting married. Elotia quickly agreed. But they both didn't survive. Near the end of the fight with Amelyssan, Elotia had her heart literally torn out.

Though she did not need a heart to live, as she was a celestial, Mystra started sapping her life force. Elotia demanded to know what her goddess was doing, and she got her answer. Elera was getting to out of hand, caring more about the mortals then keeping Mystra safe. Her life force would be repurposed to create a new celestial.

But Nazia, not ready to give up her fiancée, prayed to Selune to give life back to Elotia. And Selune did so, making the two connected. Neither had real hearts, and instead had the lovers heart.

A artifact that was split in two, one half going in Nazia the other in Elotia. The only way to kill the both of them was to destroy the hearts at the same time, otherwise the hearts would quickly regenerate and bring the person back to life.

Elotia then fully became Elotia, and became a cleric of Selune, later her head priest in the church at Baldur's Gate. Over the years of the two being married Elotia's hair became white (Just a weird essence of Selune thing), and she grew out her hair. Signifying her leave from becoming a fighter, and fully becoming a mage.

(I have not played either BG1 or BG2, so 90% sure that something I said is wrong. But I don't care, D&D's lore is something I mismatch in and out of the table)

[lcgacyofages]

petition for VG cutscenes to actually match the height you chose in the slider

[uriangerswife]

Making ref sheets for the avakids. Hopefully I finish before DT lmao.

[renegademolecules]

Haha oops. Even though they haven't kissed yet it doesn't stop me from coming up with ideas about it. Just a sketch because I needed it out of my mind and on some record before I exploded and bother my RP partner more with kiss ideas.

Inquisitor Cadash x Survivor Levallan :P

[choccy-zefirka]

@sky-scribbles

can we talk for a moment about how rook can greet the inquisitor if both are elves?

rook will say this;

"andaran atish'an" is considered a formal elven greeting

and lavellan will respond with

and "anetha ara" is not only considered an INFORMAL greeting but is also almost strictly used by the dalish amongst themselves

while lavellan is of course dalish - and rook can be too - my rook is a city elf (while that's not a set character option like in, say, origins, she bears no vallaslin and is kinda implied to be a city elf, not dalish, in the rest of the game)

of course it does make total sense for someone, even rook, to greet the inquisitor formally, them being you know the world's saviour and a person of prestige either way, even if the inquisition was disbanded (which was the case in my run here)

but something about lavellan responding "casually" is quite funny to me lol

[evangeline444]

4, 7, 11 for Lark

4. A letter from your OC to their love interest

[A letter found tucked into Melittas bedroll. It smells of fresh herbs and contains a pouch of healing salves and a single white falcon feather speckled with black.]

My love,

I hope this letter reaches you safely as I was unsure of where to send it until I wrote to Rion inquiring about your whereabouts. As frustrated as I am that I have not heard from you in so long, I am proud of the work you have been doing. I must remind you however that you do not often travel with a healer and as skilled as you are in magic, you are far from mastering healing. And if I know you—which I do—I know that you have been neglecting to care for your body properly so I have enclosed a few herbs and a poultice that should help with low Iron levels.

I ask that you write me back soon, I tire of hearing second hand of your adventures and I tire more so of having to hunt you down to find out how you are doing. I will not hesitate to ask that Rion keeps tabs on you if I must.

I do hope you are enjoying yourself, though I worry for you often. I have been kept incredibly busy between handling the transition of the Mage Rebellion and helping the Inquisitor. And of course there is no shortage of people in need of healing.

I understand we may see each other soon due to the Exalted Council. I would like to have a moment alone with you and Sammael if possible. I am considering joining Sammael as he travels with the Chargers for a bit, I feel I have been neglecting my skills as a battlemage for too long. I can only hope that I can still keep uo with them in my old age. Perhaps if you are agreeable to it you could join us as well, I have missed traveling with you and Sammael dearly.

Eljin seems to like the idea of seeing you again. She is perched at the head of my desk, pecking at my pen, She misses you and Sammael—though not as much as I of course,

Please write to me soon, I miss you (fiery temper and all) Until next we meet, for the love of the maker stay safe.

All my Heart,

Lark

7. Someone describing a time your OC hurt them

[A letter written by an unknown templar in Hasmal circle]

Don’t be a fool. The healer is a threat to us all. You were not there when he killed both the knight enchanter and one of the other templar recruits. He was wild with rage. He tore through our ranks like we were little more than toy soldiers. Nothing and no one could stop him. I was foolish to have believed I could stand against him simply because he was a healer. The scars littering my body and the near constant ache in my sword arm will remind me of that mistake for as long as I live. Keep that in mind before you consider joining the Knight Commander’s fools errand to hunt him down. I say just let him go, it will do us no good to die chasing him down.

11. Your OC’s description of their game’s events

[An entry from a journal found on Senior Enchanter Orricks desk in the infirmary.]

My dearest Nyra,

It has been some time since I last managed to write to you. Much has happened in the last few weeks. Truth be told I have had scarcely a moment to myself to think too much on what has transpired.

Haven is gone. Templars dawning red lyrium stormed our gates and overwhelmed us. The Herald--or rather the Inquisitor-- he risked his life to save everyone and nearly died in the process.

He is so young, Nyra. Only a few years older than little Elera would have been. He reminds me of her often. I think they would have gotten along and you would have adored him.

He is healing slowly but his duties never cease. It is clear to me he is exhausted and over worked. I only wish someone would listen when I attempt to impress upon them how important a smooth recovery is for him. But they all seem content to demand the world of a boy far too young to carry so much on his shoulders.

He already carries such guilt for the lives we lost at Haven. And I cannot deny that I too feel such guilt. We lost many in the encounter and we lose more each day due to insufficient space and lack of proper supplies. Even my healing can only do so much when I do not have the time to replenish my mana.

I have taken to sleeping in the infirmary they have set up for me and my patients. It is little more than a broom closet but I suppose it is better than nothing, at least for now. I struggle to sleep in a proper bed when I do not have you at my side and the need for a healer seems to be constant so it works best for all parties if I remain near.

[The entry stops abruptly as if the writers focus was pulled away and he simply forgot to continue]

Also including some other codexs a wrote a while back for funsies, mostly involving the circle Lark comes from in the Free Marches.

[I had heard about the Rebellion of Hasmal’s circle. I’m told it was a brutal stand off between the vigilant Templars and the rebelling mages. The Knight Commander of CoveaHold lost several good men in the battle and was severely injured, nearly losing his own life in the confrontation. By the time the rebellion was put down even the First Enchanter had been killed in the struggle, by a fellow mage no less. Supposedly the one who led the rebellion was a Senior Enchanter, the Healer of Coveahold. It is hard to believe a healer would easily kill so many, though of course what can be expected of a mage. -statement from an unnamed man in Hasmal village, 9:33 Dragon]

[It is said that Hasmal’s circle is one of the lucky ones. Perhaps this was true at one time, now it is a rotting dying thing. The mages here know it only as CaveaHold. I hear the people of the Free Marches call it the Bird Cage of Hasmal. Perhaps they are right. We mages are nothing more than pretty songbirds with clipped wings here. We sit in this crumbling tower, this dying tower, waiting for what? There is nothing waiting for us here. Our only hope… my only hope is to die so they may never clip my wings -a journal entry from an unnamed mage, 9:22 Dragon]

[crimson-vow]

I'm enjoying the moment of peace while it lasts. — They're fleeting enough. Hang onto them when you can.

[sky-scribbles]

Clown makeup on, I'm descending into the Dragon Age pit again. So in preparation for Veilguard, I'm going to reintroduce my OCs thus far. (Thank you to @dalishious for the template!)

So here's Elera. She's visually impaired and uses her spirit magic as a mobility aid, allowing her to get a sense of her surroundings in a limited range. Yes, I came up with a narrative explanation for the D:AI search function.

[overboss]

replaying da and made some changes to miss el 🌱

[elerasrp]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❛⠀ 𝑨𝑫 𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑶𝑹𝑨⠀ ⸺⠀ 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠⠀ ❜

explain what the group is here maybe for about 2 lines to make it look ultra swaggyfied. we accept on a rolling basis.

current member count : 002 open skeletons available : 001 open oc slots available : 005

PLOT - OPEN SKELETONS - FULL NAVITATION - RULES

[lcgacyofages]

if your muse's immediate reaction upon meeting Elera Lavellan isn't "I'm going to protect her with my life" then your muse is wrong

[lcgacyofages]

Elera was pleased when he willingly took the bait without much of a fuss. She tilted her head a bit as she watched him near, an obviously fake innocent look on her face. The feeling of his hands over hers was a welcomed warmth and, even though it lingered, it ended far too soon in her opinion.

"Like so," she said, easily moving exactly how she was supposed to carve with every care put into it to not get hurt. She gave him a bit of a mischievous smirk, knowing very well he had already known she knew.

"So, have you ever carved gifts for anyone?" She asked, taking care in her work. She was no master carver, but she knew how to carve some of the basics. This was more of her chance to pry into his personal life. "Anyone special, that is."

Oh, Davrin believed her. But he also knew what a father checking out a man their daughter was interested in looked like. In a way, he was almost flattered, that Elera had mentioned him enough for the Inquisitor to come have a look for himself.

At her next comment, however, Davrin raised an eyebrow. She was sharp as a whip and Dalish, there was about a zero percent chance she didn't have at least some idea what she was doing.

But hey, if she wanted him to hold her hands, who was he to deny her?

"Here, I'll show you." He got up and moved around her, letting his hands settle over hers, positioning them where they needed to be. And maybe he let them linger. Just for a moment. "And move the knife away from your body as you work."

[bumble-the-sun-bee]

hey, hey

@animatronic-assistant and @escapetheslaughter

Mal torturing Elera's Moon >:D

And maybe taking over his body