#and seheron

[ghost-bard]

I hope in the next dragon age game theres 3 dwarf companions 3 qunari companions 1 elf and a human that dies early on like that one girl from the dao awakening dlc

[dalishious]

Thedas in textures

[vaguely-concerned]

I'm guarding my heart against expecting adoribull crumbs in veilguard because I really don't believe it's going to happen. I think that might be one of the sweet slender branches on the possibility tree that they'll gently and quietly prune away from relevancy, especially since it doesn't involve a player character. dorian will almost certainly be back (hey hiii bestie how have you been? stressed out of your mind I imagine), but I can't imagine they'll let you get too granular with setting up your world state, especially since after ten years they will be expecting to have a lot of players who are new to the series. like AT MOST I can imagine a little background detail implying an amicable bittersweet breakup rather than dragging out the long distance and danger of it all as tevinter politics heat up, if you're allowed to set them both as being still alive.

all that being said I still want it so fucking badly tho fhdskjfhas

[storybookhawke]

veilguard's secret ending made it seem like any future game would take place past the edges of Thedas and i think it would be just not Dragon Age (in setting, theme, or time) at that point.

so instead of a direct sequel, why not go back in the timeline with other more-spinoff type plotlines:

a game where we're part of the Tevinter-Qunari wars and we play through some of the most major events regarding the war on Seheron.

show us the first blight. is it 'Dragon Age'? no, it's the ancient age, but i'd love to see all the first discoveries about darkspawn/blood/etc and how they handled something the world has never seen before.

a story that begins with the murder of the Queen of Antiva (Madrigal), where the player character has to solve her murder and some greater plotline unfolds since this is also the age when the qunari wars begin

something to do with either Rivain's unique take on magic/spirits/etc, or the Avvar's unique practices on the same.

i mean, at this point EA has shown us they likely don't care about DA but i'm just sitting here, still thinking about that secret ending

[lelianasbong]

do you ever think about "he used to keep me on a leash like a qunari mage, a personal pet to mock qunari custom"

[arlathaans]

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[exhausted-archivist]

Matt Rhodes shared concept art on twitter of early explorations of Veilguard. Stating:

Veilguard In the early days, this was all just fun speculation. I thought that since we were heading north to Tevinter, it would be cool if we also visited Par Vollen, the home of the Qunari. I tried to create a contrast between a tropical climate, and abnormal ice flows. Whether the Qunari were able to somehow hold back the cold, or the cold was an anomaly was all up for grabs. Also included: - Seheron, a contended island at the north of the Nocen sea. - Exterior sketch of a Qunari "hive" style fortress - Interior sketch of a Qunari "hive" style fortress

Note: The last two images are actually featured in World of Thedas vol. 2 (WoTv2) in their sketch form.

The left with the caption "In Par Vollen, home to the Qunari, the structures are like beehives."

The right with the caption "Genetivi is known for his writing, but he often sketched what he saw in vivid detail."

[ambrosia-vinca]

If Veilguard wanted a freedom fighter-style faction as allies to fight both the Antaam and the Venatori, it shouldn't have been the Crows, but the Fog Warriors

[illusivesoul]

"If you made a bargain for the Tal-Vashoth, that debt for their lives will be honored"

[vigilskept]

day 1: upbringing

a day late but here's a little diya surana backstory fic for 14 days of circle mages!! some speculative dalish/seheronese ancestor veneration practices + an immigrant father & his kid Doing Their Best :)

words: 840 | @14dayscirclemages

A month and ten days before her name-day, Father asks her to clean out the house before he leaves for work.

She starts in the morning with the tidying. Around noon, Shianni and Soris and Isaac and Teodor come to the window, tapping until she swings it open. They all frown when she says she won't come, but there's still the dusting and the sweeping and the cobwebs with spiders that need to be moved outside.

It takes her until just before Father gets home to finish with all of it, and it's almost good enough. It only takes another hour before Father is satisfied that every speck of dust has been defeated.

She's still too little to stand so close to the cooking fire, he says, so she sits quietly and patiently, mouth watering as sweet and savoury aromas begin to spread through the room.

She knows she won't be allowed to taste, so she does not ask.

This year, he trusts her with the task of setting out the dishes once the meal is prepared, and it's easy enough to set out the plates and bowls for the two of them at their usual seats at the table. She has to go onto her tippy toes to get the third set up onto the high shelf above the fireplace, though, and only just manages to get her balance back on her own after a little wobble.

Father gives her a rare, pleased smile when he sees that she's spilled nothing, and thanks her with a gentle hand placed atop her head.

This will make the her hair messy again, but it's nice. She smiles — because Alarith says she should smile when nice things happen.

He turns then to the box he keeps on the high shelf, and pulls out three of the fragrant wooden sticks he'd traded their last candleholder for last month.

She watches, wide eyed as he tips them into his other palm and cradles them in a bed of flame. Nudged by the fire, smoke begins to rise and trails through the air as her father carries them over to the brass jar that sits between the bowls of food.

Then, kneeling, he begins to speak in the language he always says he will teach her someday, but not yet.

It doesn't take long before the smoke from wraps around the whole of their home and each of her breaths feel heavy, as though she were swallowing water instead. The misty air stings at her eyes like tiny pins pricking at them.

Father, though, always seems more at home shrouded by this pale mist than anywhere else. Through the fog, she can just barely see that his eyes are dry as he speaks at length with his palms resting atop his knees.

She thinks it must be some blessing for the dead, a prayer for her mother’s soul, though the Chantry sisters who come to the alienage teach them some mornings say that after the dead are burned their spirits shouldn’t be bothered. 

She has never asked them if it's fine to bother those that are buried instead.

The sisters say the Maker is gone, and has not yet forgiven them. She does not want to hear that they might be making Him even more cross.

She keeps her lips sealed now as she does on those mornings and kneels quietly at Father's side.

She blinks away the moisture that gathers between her lashes and hopes that whoever Father prays to is kinder than the Maker. She hopes that they are not so far away and might answer whatever pleas he voices in that whisper that sounds so much like a song carried in the wind.

When he finally rises from his knees, he stumbles a little.

It hurts, a bit, when he catches himself against her shoulder and clutches tight. Still, she doesn't make a sound.

Father's legs have been more unsteady of late, threatening to buckle beneath him when they've been overly strained. It takes longer and longer each time, but he always rises back onto his feet, as he does this time.

She waits, quiet, until he can hold himself steady once more and drag his weary limbs to the table.

Once the ache fades a little, and she knows the pain won't give her away, she allows herself to rise and claims the chair opposite.

Father doesn't smile, but there's a softness to his eyes as he tells her, "Next year, I will teach you the rite, so you can perform it yourself."

She beams, and promises she will work hard to get it perfect.

If she works hard enough, maybe Father will finally teach her about where they're from and why they came to Ferelden too.

Hahren Valendrian says that their burdens are eased when they share their stories. Maybe if he tells her the story, it will ease the furrow that sits between Father's brows, the ache in his bones.

[7th-perspective]

MCM Manchester 2018

The Iron Bull - Dragon Age Inquisition @tanbinokami: Fenris - Dragon Age II

[dalishious]

Prayer circle that if we end up going to Seheron in Dragon Age: The Veilguard, we are able to support the Fog Warriors, and won't be forced to ally with either the Tevinter invaders or Qunari invaders.

And extra prayer circle within that prayer circle that we won't have another "Freemen of the Dales" situation.

[vaguely-concerned]

there are two wolves inside me. one wolf doesn't want to make dorian pavus archon because that's just a lot. of lotness for him to deal with and I love him and would like to spare him that at least, and also even posthumously it means sort of giving halward pavus a win. which galls, naturally. the other wolf thinks it would be very very funny for iron bull to have to deal with being married in all but law to the archon of tevinter.

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

it's like i'm sorry even if you wanted to find a natural environment for them you can't honestly just go lmao arlathan just because it's fucking there bc even if you set aside the fact that these 12 were eggs that came from generations of griffons that were companions for people, griffons were said to originate from seheron?? arlathan forest isn't even the right environment lmaooooooo

[attractthecrows]

"And will you be reporting the runaway Saarebas to your superiors like a good little Ben-hassrath?"

[katabasiiis]

watching a video from one of my favourite youtube anthropology channels and he posited that maybe one of the driving forces behind hominids' collaborative social behaviour was the increased difficulty in giving birth that our ancestors' changing head-to-pelvis ratio caused which, a., fascinating, but b., is giving me feelings about lida giving birth to her first child completely alone at one of the lowest and most isolated points of her life vs giving birth to her second child when she has a social circle and just. support in general.