#Who will remember? Not the humans. It's a wonder they remember Garahel was elven. nevermind the wild elves that are so feared

[attractthecrows]

let it also be said that I love the Mahariel + Lavellan worldstate. It's so haunted. You are Dalish, you are not a part of human culture, but by happenstance you're dragged into it and to the forefront of hell to save a world that hates and fears your people. You have no choice. You can never return to your home, to the familiar, to anything you've ever known. You will be an echo; Mahariel echoing Garahel, Lavellan echoing Mahariel. You're so proud of your Dalish heritage, but your identity doesn't matter at all. Doomed to be a martyr for a people that do not respect you and cannot understand you, while your clan mourns, lamenting that they cannot bury you, no life-tree to stand as your memory. You're a hero. You're already dead. You died the moment you left your clan.

[ajarofbees]

#And you. child of the dales. who will remember YOU? not your symbol; YOU#who will remember the meaning of your vallaslin? who will remember the elvish prayers you mutter to yourself?#Who will remember? Not the humans. It's a wonder they remember Garahel was elven. nevermind the wild elves that are so feared#okay editing the tags#GUYS I FORGOT ABOUT AMERIDAN#but also ive never finished the jaws of hakkon dlc so#limited relevance#and tbh given how little is known about ameridan before You Find Him i dont think it's as applicable#like in the greater thedosian memory it's not 'lavellan is just like ameridan!' its going to be 'Whoa! two Dalish heroes in 10 years!'

let it also be said that I love the Mahariel + Lavellan worldstate. It's so haunted. You are Dalish, you are not a part of human culture, but by happenstance you're dragged into it and to the forefront of hell to save a world that hates and fears your people. You have no choice. You can never return to your home, to the familiar, to anything you've ever known. You will be an echo; Mahariel echoing Garahel, Lavellan echoing Mahariel. You're so proud of your Dalish heritage, but your identity doesn't matter at all. Doomed to be a martyr for a people that do not respect you and cannot understand you, while your clan mourns, lamenting that they cannot bury you, no life-tree to stand as your memory. You're a hero. You're already dead. You died the moment you left your clan.