#dragon age the veilguard spoliers

[reading-non-stop]

Veilguard thought with spoilers...

In the quest where you recruit Emmrich and you fight a despair demon, Emmrich says that it signaled Rook out. I thought this was an interesting line the first time I heard it, and thought maybe it would bring something up about Rooks backstory.

But now I'm 1000% sure it's because of Rook's unacknowledged grief about Varric.

[browneowl]

So, I'm in Act 2 of Veilguard and for some reason can't get the Lucanis romance to start. I've played both Bloodbath and Cauldron, and he's at level 7. Does anyone know how I can get it to trigger? I might replay the Cauldron, (or further back if necessary but that's a lot of hours lost) and see if it loads properly. I don't want to risk going any further in case I pass a point of no return. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.

Update! - I got it to trigger! Thank you so much to everyone who game me advice. For anyone who wants to know, I thought I may have missed something, but I just finished off the quests for that part of act 2 and it triggered after A Fighting Chance (I left the Lighthouse and came back first). You all saved me time and worry there.

Edit: (SPOILER!!! - I saved Treviso, so the romance shouldn't be locked, and I'm trying to get the 'almost kiss' scene to trigger)

[rooklaidir]

Meet Petrok Làidir, aka "Lord of Fortune" Sabateur Rook Laidir!

With family he can trace back to river traders in Starkhaven, Petrok's (PEH-trok) grandfather dreamed big by sailing the Waking Sea up to Rialto Bay, bringing Orlesian wine and Freemarches wares to the masses. He passed the trade and ship onto Rook's father Tormod Làidir (TA-ra-mat' LIE-tirl) and older uncles. When Petrok's father met his mother, Lowen Tremethyk (LOW-en TRE-meth-ek), in her hometown of Wycome it was love at first sight - the only problem being she was a mage, and readying for her Harrowing.

Understanding she was deathly frightened, Tormod helped her escape and they set up a home in Llomerryn's main port town. She quickly fell pregnant, and for a time they had a happy home with Petrok, named for Lowen's grandfather and a Wycome name - though the locals struggle with the names so over time his nickname Rok morphed to Rook, and his surname misread is "Lay-DEER".

With Tormod gone to sea for weeks, even months at a time, and missing the structure of the Wycome Circle, Lowen fell into a personality cult: one claiming to be Qun-adjacent with a faux-arvaarad who tells mages they're special, but takes money to not bind the mages he takes "into his care".

Tormod accepts this to keep Lowen out of worse trouble, but it is a strain on finances. As Petrok ages, he - with the other local louts - tries to help down the docks, carrying sacks and cleaning ship decks, learning what he can of sailing with and without his father's family to earn some coin.

He loves the docks and all the stories of travel, and Petrok's favourite part of seeing his father again is the trinkets he brings - not because of their worth but because of where they came from and the stories they hold. His father brings him books and bar mugs and game pieces even from inland places, and once gave him a small coin from across the ocean that Petrok hopes to spend one day.

Petrok dislikes the fake arvaarad, sensing his dishonesty around his adherence to the Qun, and so learns to play deniable pranks on him. This does not endear him to the fake arvaarad, and so it becomes a game of passive aggressive cat and mouse, with Petrok often roaming the streets to keep out of belt distance.

One day, in his father's longer absence, the tithe gets too much and Petrok tries to steal a sailor's moneybag. He's caught by a watching Lord of Fortune. Petrok has his tale squeezed from him and the sympathetic Lord explains that if you listen closely, the sailor's money wants to pay for food, but coins in a rich man's pouch are bored being idle, so will jump into Petrok's hands - only if he has use for them. The Lord gives Petrok coin to save trouble and young Petrok is enamoured by the Lord with their trinkets and stories. He'd try and help them on the docks the most in exchange for small coin, tales and their junk, and many, like the sailors, liked the scrappy boy and even know to look out for him. With his brush with fame "Rook" is seen as a leader with the local kids, and they all reenact the stories he'd retell.

Petrok doesn't try to steal again until aged sixteen when his father's ship doesn't return. He and his mother convince themselves it went down in a storm and not to hope. The fake arvaarad grows impatient for more money and Lowen won't run away, fearing the Ben-Hassrath despite Petrok's assurances that the arvaarad has no contacts, and it is the Ben-Hassrath's discretion keeping her and the other mages alive. Remembering the Lord of Fortune's advice, when cleaning an anchored yacht Petrok takes just enough coin to cover the tithe. The fake arvaarad is surprised but uses it to his advantage and ups the required payment.

This escalates until Petrok overhears two Lords of Fortune discussing a Qunari artefact new in town and Petrok decides he'd get it first - he plans to free his mother entirely with the reward he imagines he'd get from the fake arvaarad. Petrok arranges a tricky break in to the local noble's estate with his friends, and he almost succeeds in handing it over but is caught, the arvaarad, two cult mages and a friend killed by guards in the chaos. Petrok takes the full blame and is locked away for weeks, distraught he led a friend and his mother's friends to their death and can't help his now directionless mother, until the Lords of Fortune work out what went wrong with a job scupered before they'd started and where that enthusiastic kid went.

They get him out with bribes, impressed with his work, on the proviso he has to work his debt off to them on Lord of Fortune expeditions. Petrok yearns to go but demands to find his mother who they find sickly but still alive. The Lords of Fortune include mages who know some Hedge Mage villages in central Llomerryn, and Petrok agrees to work his debt off to them and the mages as the Lord of Fortune's lackey, visiting his mother whenever he can. With the Hedge Mage villages structure and guidance she is doing much better, but Petrok worries about every alluring grand idea he hears, particularly later when he hears of the Venatori.

Still, without needing to worry about his mother as much he's free to see the world (well, almost) and does with gusto. He soon learns the craft of delving, with particular interest in shipwrecks - hoping to one day find his father's to put that question to rest - and his spiced up pranks come in handy when getting his team out of tight situations. Sailing is in the blood, and after his debt is paid he finds his way on many crews first as a sailor, and accrues many finds of sentimental interest.

He's now thirty-two and has been a fully fledged Lord of Fortune for five years. It took a while to get the kind of finds the Lords of Fortune recognise, on balance it was his escapades rather than treasure that tipped the scale, but he wears his favourites with pride.

He takes a job back in Llomerryn, by coincidence the noble he stole from - byegones are byegones of course and Petrok believes that - but the noble double crosses him and whilst this time he saves his team and kills the noble to prevent the Venatori cult from gaining ground near his mother, he's upset the Lord seniors, and he's asked to leave and keep a low profile for a while...

Rook:

Sympathises with mage freedoms, but sees nuance in Circles

Knows about the Qun and respects those who join freely, but suspects it's as corrupt as everything else. Whilst he does not follow, he grew up battling ideas of destiny and ideal role from his bewitched mother

Also thinks the chantry is a cult

And probably the Crows.

And the mournwatch Honestly anything red flaggy for a cult he yells at - that's the extent of his politics -

- that and "giving coin jobs" (food, nicer clothes, dream villa home on a sea view hill...)

He loves telling stories and will exaggerate but in a way you can pick up and don't mind him doing

He loves new experiences and places so will run out the door for it, thinks sensible people are boring but has learnt to check himself

Once he went so deep in the Deep Roads he swears he could smell the ocean on the other side of the world ("smelt rank, by the way")

He doesn't like to lead as he doesn't want the responsibility (again), but given his effervescent nature people look to him to take charge

He knows a lot about people around him to subconciously understand their strengths and weaknesses which makes him an intuitive leader, so he will eventually do the Hard Thing and lead

Has a strong sense of humour with a huge smile and can cheeky chap his way out of anything

Can make impulsive decisions

Thrill seeker

Can't commit through fear of rejection - major flirt, known heartbreaker to protect himself

[timeforgremlin]

Dragon Age Veilguard Spoilers Cause I Need To Vent About A Choice

The second I saw you had to choose Harding or Davrin I felt in my bones that it was Ashley and Kaiden from Mass Effect all over again. And after learning Assan follows Davrin it pretty much confirms that I’ll always choose Harding. Man BioWare fucking with my feels like this. It hurt so bad and it’ll hurt every time but I just can’t choose otherwise. Goddamn.

[antarees-8]

Veiltober Day 4 Lucanis Don't worry Spite just really wanna talk to Rook.

[buffinbonkers]

(No big spoiler I swear)

Y'ALL. IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS THIS NOT FLIRTING????? The way that I ran here can someone please tell me if I'm delulu. God if it wasn't hot though

Update: stop liking this it’s embarrassing we got played again and I hate this man

[seeker-ophelia]

OK BUT THIS

THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE

THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS IN ALL OF DRAGON AGE

THIS RIGHT HERE

Screeches in Elvhen

[steelwoolcardigan]

Girlboss Hezenkoss

Forbidden necromancy aside I'd absolutely love to be her friend!

Bet she throws killer parties 🤭😏

[l-lellal3ee]

Davrin (or Taash?) catching my Rook trying to drag this guy to her own room: “What do you think you’re doing?”

Rook: “I’m sorry! I just love him so much!” *sobs*

[swoleas]

harding's quests are genuinely so far the most interesting in the game. and her actress, Ali Hillis, is so amazing in this role, like tf am I doing crying about rocks

[reading-non-stop]

What if instead of coping with the end of Veilguard, I just don't

[bookerwrites]

Hope Has a Place (In a Lover's Heart)

Cross posted on AO3 here!

Pairing: Solas/Lavellan

Summery: Lavellan let's Solas in on a little game she used to play.

Word Count: 1,302

Content: Fluff, light angst, some good old hurt/comfort, discussion of spirits. Spoilers for Dragon Age: The Veilguard!

“I was right about you.” Lavellan sighs as she turns the page of her book, squeezing Solas’ hand softly. They’re sat beside each other on the sofa in the reflection room, thighs pressed together as they read quietly.

“Oh? How so, vehnan?” Solas asks, his attention not quite wrested from his reading. Lavellan shifts next to him, untucking one leg from under herself as she dog ears her page and turns to face him, a mischievous smile slipping onto her face that he doesn’t quite catch.

“I always knew you’d be a spirit of wisdom.”

Solas is startled, momentarily, by her words, his book tumbling into his lap as he looks up at her in shock. “You-You knew?” He asks, his voice almost imperceptibly higher as he swallows nervously before clocking the teasing look on Lavellan’s face.

“Oh.” He murmurs, his brows creasing as he picks up his book and tries to find his place. As she presses closer to him she catches the wry little smile that he’s trying to stop from tugging at the corner of his lips.

“It was a game I liked to play on long journeys.” She says softly as she leans down and wraps her arms around his waist, making herself comfortable between his legs, chin resting on his chest as she looks up at him. “I’d try to match you all up with which spirit I thought represented you best.”

“Ah, an…interesting thought experiment.” Solas replies, trying his best to feign disinterest.

Lavellan shrugs half-heartedly, smile curling further across her face. “It staved off the boredom, and the cold.” She says as she digs her fingers into his sides to get at his attention.

Solas lets out what anyone else might describe as an entirely undignified yelp, snapping his book shut as he looks down at the woman currently using him as a glorified pillow. Instinct dictates he berate her – all be it gently – for such conduct in a place where anyone could see them, a remnant of their Inquisition days that he realises all to quickly no longer applies.

He catches the tail end of her laughter, soft and rich as she sits up again, legs splayed either side of his own, hands resting against his chest. He finds he misses her warmth almost as soon as it’s gone.

“Alright.” He smiles, and this time it reaches his eyes as he concedes. “Colour me intrigued.”

“Well, as I said- you were an easy read, vehnan.” She says as she leans down to press a kiss to the divot in his chin. Solas would deny it if asked, but he feels the way his cheeks heat up at how casually she preforms the gesture. “So was Cole, obviously.”

“Obviously.” Solas replies, recalling the young man fondly. “Who else?”

Lavellan takes a moment, tracing an idle pattern across the neckline of his shirt as she tries to remember. “Well okay, so- Vivienne always seemed like she’d be Command to me.”

“Makes sense.” Solas can’t help the way he huffs derisively at the mention of the mage, earning himself a playful smack on the shoulder that spirals them both into laughter again.

As Lavellan regains her poise above him she continues, “Josie…always seemed like a shoe in for Love.”

“Really now?” Solas asks, book relegated to the floor as he moves his hands to rest on her hips. “Not Cassandra?”

“No, Cassandra was always Duty.” She replies easily, as if the answer were obvious. Solas supposes with the amount of travelling they had done in the past she may well have considered the topic thoroughly.

“I see.” He nods softly in agreement, already invested in her line of thinking; in this little game she’s let him in on. “And what of our brave commander and cunning spymaster?”

“Oh, Honour and Faith, respectively.” She shrugs softly, shifting above him to ease the press of her knees into the plush of the cushions. Solas hums in thought as she does so, contemplating her words as his thumbs stroke softly across her hips.

“Blackwall…” Lavellan trails off for a moment, her brow quirking in the way it does when she’s deep in contemplation; in the way he loves so much. “Blackwall was Valour. But Thom Rainier is Justice.”

“Who else vehnan?” He asks, curious to see what she’ll say next. This time, he catches the mischievous glint in her eyes as she opens her mouth.

“Sera would be Courage!” The look on his face must have been clear as day, not that he cared to school his expression under these circumstances. “No-don’t look at me like that!” Lavellan laughs as she taps his nose with her finger. “You know I’m right!”

Solas makes a point of trying to nip at her finger with his teeth, feeling the frown on his face crack as she shrieks and giggles above him. He lets a long suffering sigh escape him. “I suppose-”

“Aha!” She shouts, and he feels himself pout. The look on his face only seems to spur her on, her giggling devolving into laughter again. He can’t help the smile that works its way onto his face now, despite his best efforts.

“Alright!” He laughs, grasping her wrists as she tries to dig her fingers into his sides again. “Alright, vehnan! Who else?”

“Bull- he’s Purpose.”

“And what of Dorian?”

He catches himself too late, the association between the two men spurring on his line of questioning before his brain can catch up with his mouth. Unusual for him, he thinks. Solas watches as her face falls a little, laughter dying on her tongue, her smile wistful now; no longer meeting her eyes as she stares just over his shoulder.

“Learning.” She affirms quietly, nodding to herself in conformation. Solas feels a pang of guilt settling in his chest, washing over him like cold water. She’d not gotten to say goodbye to her dear friend when she’d followed him into the Fade, something he knows she still isn’t at ease with. The feeling intensifies when he realises that there’s only one member of the Inquisition’s inner circle unaccounted for.

As he peers up at her, he sees the uncertainty work its way across her face. He moves to hold her arms, steadying her as their eyes meet again. They don’t need to say Varric’s name to know that’s both who they’re thinking of. Solas watches as she swallows around the lump forming in her throat, a tear pricking at the corner of her eye before he reaches up to wipe it away.

“Oh-vehnan, ir abelas.” He speaks quietly, like she’ some suddenly some skittish halla he’s afraid of spooking. She takes a steadying breath; deep into her lungs before she releases it all in one go.

“Perseverance.” She says, the waver in her voice lilting gently as she says it. “He’d be Perseverance.” She looks back to him in that moment, and he is sure that even if it takes him another thousand lifetimes he will never be done trying to make up for all he has put her through.

As she settles herself back down into him, he wraps her in his arms and thanks whoever will listen that she still finds him a source of comfort after all this time; even when the cause of her pain was inflicted by his own hand.

They lie together for a while, his breathing falling into tandem with the now steady rise and fall of her own. The silence between them is soft, lulling, and he almost doesn’t want to break it when a thought crosses his mind that he simply must voice.

“Hope.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

“Hm?” She's drifting now, barely registering his words.

“You’d be Hope.” He murmurs. “Ma vehnan. My hope.”

[mysweetvhenan]

shut the actual fuck up the way lavellan was so sad mentioning her and solas' past

I AM CHOKING AND THROWING UP AND SOBBING I WANT TO RIP MY HEART OUT AND HAND IT TO HER

[goatsorcery]

honestly the missing choice that pisses me off the most is the fact that who drank from the well of sorrows means nothing, especially when the elven gods are free and loose and could have some influence over the one who drank. “but its hard to account for all the choices of who could have drank from it” — then that shouldn’t have been a choice in the first place. i understand that dai was made well over a decade ago, and the decisions on what choices to include in the game were made long before that, but it irks me that there was seemingly no foresight or long-term plan for any storylines past trespasser.

now — after solas specficially warned against drinking from the well because of the threat of being controlled by the elven gods — that will have no barring on a story where the elven gods have been released and are in a position to control people. i hope at least that the vallaslin removal decision has some effect, though it looks like all solasmanced inquisitors are defaulted as having chosen to remove it. i would hope if the inquisitor (or rook for that matter) is running around with valllaslin of elgar’nan or ghilan’nain that it would matter given what solas said about what the markings originally represented.

[anakinsinfortnite]

I would be lying if I said I don't remember when I actually started liking Solas. It was the minute I saw him all beat to Hell and crying. I out loud to no one said "oh no" I literally should've never played this game.

[dirthara-dalen]

Tamlen (top image) and three of his children. Aymeric "Dirth" and his fraternal twin sister Melana (middle images, Melana is the older twin). Zavier "Corvus" De Rivia/Arainai. I need to make a post that explains Tamlen's lore in general. been developing said lore since about 2016. Knowing certain bits of his lore does help in understand some stuff in this post and future ones. More beneath the cut.

Aymeric is my canon Rook with my other oc's including his siblings each represent a diff faction. Aymeric himself is a veil jumper. Melana is a Lord of Fortune, she greatly respects Isabela and loves treasure hunting. Zavier's story is more interesting. He ran away when he was 13 after his father, Zevran, repeatably told him he couldn't join the crows to be like him. He ran away to Antiva where he met Viago. He revealed that his father was the one to hit house Arainai in an attempt to cripple the house which Zavier did not agree with. Viago does take him in and he begins going by Coruvs De Rivia.

Still need to make their older brother Thoren but haven't decided what faction he is a part of.