#Fen’harel take-down conspiracy

[ladylike-foxes]

happy dwc night!! "Who gave you such radiance?" prompt, hehe

Thank you so so much, sweetpea!! ❤❤❤ So, this is a verse convergence ficlet, that finally kinda addresses how Felassan is responsible for Halesta becoming Inquisitor? Or at least gives a vague idea. It’s mostly crap because I was more interested in self-indulgence than doing it right, so...I’m sorry? But it was fun to write, anyway!For @dadrunkwriting​! ❤

Oh, and here’s what I’m using as Elvhen It’s not remotely correct, but whatevs.Garas: Come / EnterSavhalla: GreetingsHa’lethassan doesn’t actually mean shit? I mean, (Ha = old/wise/respected) + (leth[al] = family/kin) + (assan = arrow), but I just kind of made it up, cause “Uncle Fel” didn’t feel right.

        Camber was eyeing him suspiciously, and he couldn’t blame her. This had to all seem…very strange. It was very strange. He had told her nearly everything up to this point, but how he would go about explaining this? All Felassan had told them was that he had received a letter from “an old friend”, and that they were headed for a rendezvous in godsforsaken Ferelden—worse yet, in Crestwood. Somber was pleased to go along, his usual chipper, unfazed self. But Camber was noticeably, ah, frazzled; much like the humidity’s effect on her hair. He sighed, nervously smoothing his hair back from his face.        Felassan was unsurprised to find an attempt had been made to give the damp cave feel a somewhat more comfortable atmosphere. Torches had been fixed to the walls and, along with a small fire, were already lit when they arrived. Two desks had been brought in, covered with molding old maps, and there was an unmade bedroll spread out in the back corner. Crates of root vegetables and unleavened bread rested in scattered stacks alongside barrels of fresh water and ale. The familiarity of such hiding places brought back old memories.        A soft rap at the makeshift door startled the trio, straightening themselves with quiet tension. Fel took a deep breath in, glancing quickly to confirm the twins were prepared.

“Garas.”

       The door opened slowly with a creak that, to him, seemed histrionically ominous. Three cloaked figures emerged from the dark tunnel, the taller two flanking the shortest. With a quick, exasperated tug at the hood, the warm light revealed the pale face, fierce face that was hauntingly familiar. Eliana’s daughter was a near-spitting image; Felassan felt a bittersweet pride bloom in his chest. The Inquisitor herself was looking up at him, wearing a wry smirk he hadn’t seen since she was very young.

“All this covertness seems absurdly melodramatic, yeah?” Halesta looked around briefly before turning her grin back at him. “Hey, Ha’lethassan! I thought you were supposed to be dead?”

“Who says I’m not?” Fel couldn’t help but laugh, pulling her into a tight hug.

“Fair enough. You could be a ghost,” Laleal had removed her cloak and was sidling into the embrace. “You definitely haven’t aged a minute in the last two decades. Not that should be any surprise—You know, considering.”

“I missed you, da’Lala. Taking sufficient care of our Halie, I hope?” Planting a swift kiss on his pupil’s cheek before he turning back to the Inquisitor, “Who gave you such a radiance? Wait, what am I saying? It was your Mamae, of course.”

       The sound of shuffling feet, followed quickly by a pointed cough, returned Fel’s awareness to his surroundings. There were three other people here who were clearly feeling awkward and confused. A tall, dark human stood behind Halesta and was regarding the reunion with fond amusement; Fel could feel the man’s magic like a tingle beneath his skin. Somber mirrored the human’s keen puzzlement and, to his relief, Camber’s expression seemed to relax slightly.

“Shit, how rude of me!” Halie perked up, looking to the twins, “This is Altus Dorian Pavus. Dorian, this is Felassan.”

“A pleasure to finally meet the illustrious ‘not-uncle Uncle’,” The mage gave a sweeping bow.

“Savhalla,” Glancing at Halesta with blatant skepticism as she squared her jaw, “An Altus of Tevinter, hm? What an interesting bedfellow for the Inquisitor.”

“—Save it,” Laleal flapped her hand dismissively, “His loyalty to Hals is so absolute, it’s borderline absurd. They’re joined at the hip.”

        Uncertainty still knitting brows, he nodded to Dorian before turning to the twins. Camber had cocked an eyebrow, clearly denoting that her patience was quickly fading.

“Inquisitor, might I introduce Camber and her brother, Somber,” Halesta smiled warmly, clasping a hand with each sibling in turn.“They are from the Wastes. She, in fact, is the one who came to my rescue after Solas and I had our, ah, falling out.”

“Oh, is that what you’re calling it?” A jab aside, Halie directed her attention back to Camber; “I’d love to hear how you wound up here with Fel, when we have time. It must have been quite an adventure.”

“I have known Halesta and Laleal since their births,” Felassan smiled meekly at his companion, “Eliana, her mother, was my dear friend— And the reason we might just stop Fen’Harel yet.”

       Camber’s eyes softened with understanding, she gently slipped her hand into his. He ignored Halie and Lala sharing a piquant glance, struggling to subdue their grins.

“Speaking of Fen’Harel,” Draping an arm over Laleal’s shoulder, Dorian leaned in conspiratorially, “We have quite a bit of work to do, I believe?”

“Ah, yes!” Felassan gave the group a wolfish smile, “Let’s get to it.”

[linliness]

Lin's opinion on the events of the Trespasser dlc?

In short, she was angry, otherwise she’d be crushed by the realization that her loving Solas was what caused all of this, and everything that was happening was the result of her foolishly placing her trust. Her pride wouldn’t been able to survive such a blow, so she convinced herself that it was all Solas’ fault, and the hatred kept her going.

There came a point where Lindrian didn’t care if she lived or died, as long as the Viddasala didn’t succeed. At first she was adamant on keeping the Inquisition intact, and as the conspiracy unraveled further she saw it as the golden opportunity to prove that the Inquisition was still needed. That hope diminished as she realized how thick the conspiracy really was, and with the anchor getting worse she also realized that she wouldn’t even live to see the council’s decision. Thus she tossed aside her concerns about the Inquisition and vowed herself to save southern Thedas one last time.

After the Viddasala’s reveal about Solas, her will to fight was based entirely on revenge; if the anchor was going to kill her, she was going to find Solas and take him down with her in the explosion; a fitting end, given how an explosion was how everything started in the first place. Should the Viddasala kill him first, Lin was willing to settle for her instead. 

She tries to attack Solas on site. But after the Fen’harel reveal, she finally gives in to despair; she would not live to even scratch a god. The reality of what she had done to the world by trusting Solas hits her head on, and her will crashes; the only reason she didn’t resist the kiss was because she had no strength left to. 

Her guilt prompted her to disband the Inquisition, and she goes through a period of self-condemnation; eventually the inner circle snaps her out of it, but her drive to stop Solas is largely based on her own need for redemption.

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