#inquisitor : eludysia lavellan.

[therookandthecrow]

I've not just one canon Inquisitor going into Veilguard, that one being my Dorian-romancing, Dalish Knight-Enchanter, Aedanthir.

I've also got Eludysia, my main Solavellan who is also a Dalish Knight Enchanter, because I am very creative and very, very open to different play styles. I also headcanon that she's Merrill's cousin, so there's that too.

My Iron Bull romancing Dalish red head Knight Enchanter, Ena'vuna, who is "definitely not a mage" in her own words, despite the fact that she can shoot magic from her hands at will. Whatever you say, Ena'vuna!

Shivana, my Blackwall/Thom Rainier romancing Dalish Mage -- who, you guessed it; is a Knight Enchanter like all three of the above. I wonder what my favorite mage specialization is in Inquisition? Hmm.

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OC Name Meanings

Thanks for the tag @alyssalenko

Rules: Google and post the meaning of your OC’s name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too

I had a chuckle about this task at first, because so many of my OC's just use the default name assigned to them in game 😅 With a little think about it however, I realised that I have a few original names after all - mostly all the elves.

Tagging: @knuttydraws ; @inky-does-art ; @blackwallmancer ; @shanaraharlyah ; @thedastrash ; @dreadfutures ; @rosella-writes ; @spicywarl0ck ; @okami-zero ; @amarmeme ; @khajiithasnowares

Sulahnean Lavellan - just a mash of elven, sulahn - song, and ean - bird. Songbird essentially. Inquisition friends have shortened her name to 'Lani', but Dorian's nickname for her is 'Birdie', which is a nod to him understanding some elven.

Brianna Cousland - apparently Brianna means 'strong'. The reason I chose the name however, was to honour her father, Bryce, as she would have been the apple of his eye from the moment she was born.

Eludysia Lavellan - lifted directly from FenxShiral's Book of Names. In elven it means 'she who is lucky with a secret'. Her friends mostly call her Dysi however. When I first developed Dysi, she was the protagonist for a planned Steampunk AU, in which, in her role as the Inquisitor, she was responsible for tracking down illegal magical artefacts for the Chantry. When she receives the Anchor in an accident, she becomes the very thing she has always hunted. At first it seems she's quite unlucky with her secret, but it ultimately leads her to Solas and long-forgotten truths about the elves.

The Champions

My ancient elvhen OC's predominantly possess the names of their original spirit aspect. They belonged to a minor pantheon, known as the Myth’tunamis - The Champion's of Mythal, or more literally, 'Mythal's blades of justice'. They were essentially her muscle during the height of the Elvhen empire. More colloquially they were called the 'Wolf Pack', seeing as Fen'Harel was their undisputed leader, and amongst the nobility they were generally held to be arrogant and wild, heeding only the commands of Mythal. Though they are no longer spirits, they remain very much the personification of the values they once embodied.

Eolas - Knowledge. Eolas was the first to follow Solas from the Fade and is loyal and steadfast. He is the one the others come to if they need to know details about anything, and he generally handles all the logistics.

Sileahilan, 'Lea' - Ingenuity. Solas' right hand and the most feared warrior of the Champion's. She was a darling of Elgar'nan's court, being beautiful, bold and possessing a sharp wit.

Darasil, 'Dara' - Cunning. Lea's soul twin, her dark shadow. Arguably equal to Lea in terms of skill, but he was more dour and private, and had nothing but disdain for his contemporaries. Where she was bright and charming, he was always content to lurk unseen.

Enastarin, 'Rin' - Vanity. Naturally, the most beautiful of the Champion's and an uncannily gifted shapeshifter, being able to perceive and reflect the true nature of any living creature. He is deeply envious of Solas, and has always resented the fact that Mythal favoured Solas over all others.

Avanathe, 'Ava' - Curiosity. The youngest of the Fade-born Champion's, she was often reckless in the pursuit of their goals. She was captured and slain by Anaris toward the end of the war between the Evanuris and the Forgotten Ones. Her spirit returned to the Fade where it eventually reformed as dual spirits - Studious Curiosity and Childlike Curiosity.

Vanarodha, 'Vana' - Audacity. Unlike the other Champion's, Vana was not a spirit that once resided in the Fade. She was born of the people, belonging to a clan pledged in fealty to Falon'Din. When she learned that she had been chosen for the dubious honour of serving Falon'Din directly, the spirits of the forest she had befriended, urged her to seek the aid of Fen'Harel - whom they held in high regard. Impressed by her boldness and her unusual affinity for spirits, Fen'Harel snatched her from Falon'Din's domain and brought her under the protection of Mythal, where she was renamed Vanarodha.

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DA-Day Self-Promo

Come get your dragon age fics here! It's primarily solavellan - come get your heart broken or read something so sweet it rots your teeth. take your pick! descriptions and links below the cut.

small moments. chapter-based one-shot type things with varying moods:

so wretched, so precious Rating: G Pairing: Ellana Lavellan x Solas

Summary: A collection of one-shots exploring moments both big and small during Ellana Lavellan's tenure as Inquisitor.

Links: AO3

Banter Rating: G Pairing: Ellana Lavellan x Solas

General Summary: Character banter between Inquisitor Ellana Lavellan and her companions.

Links: AO3

small moments, now with art:

Stolen Moments Rating: G Pairing: Ellana Lavellan x Solas

Summary: Ellana and Solas steal a moment alone. Alt. solavellan did not get a repeatable kiss scene and I'm fixing that.

Links: Tumblr | AO3

would you like to break your hearty? do you want to sob while reading smut? here you go:

Last Chance Rating: E Pairing: Ellana Lavellan x Solas

Summary: After years of work fighting against Fen'harel and his agents, the final battle between former Inquisitor Lavellan and the man she loves is only one night away.

Links: Tumblr | AO3

In the Morning Rating: G Pairing: Ellana Lavellan x Solas

Summary: When Solas wakes, it is to the sound of her breath. Alt. pov of the end of Last Chance.

Links: Tumblr | AO3

Would you like to get your heart fixed while reading smut? this one's for you:

Laundry Day Rating: E Pairing: Ellana Lavellan x Solas

Summary: After the Dread Wolf's defeat at the hands of the former Inquisitor, his punishment is far more lenient than many were anticipating. House arrest, under the supervision of the Herald of Andraste herself. As Ellana and Solas settle into their new lives, neither has forgotten the events just before their final confrontation, and, caught in close quarters, old feelings begin to resurface. Follow-up to Last Chance

Links: Tumblr | AO3

they're gay. it's a gift. enjoy:

Modeling Expectations Rating: E Pairing: Ellana Lavellan x Eludysia Lavellan

Summary: Since taking a body, Ellana has come to rely on Eludysia to help her navigate the waking world and its new experiences, but one inquiry leads to a more hands-on demonstration than she expected. Ancient Elvhenan AU.

Links: Tumblr | AO3

this section is called 'i technically write for other pairings beside solavellan':

A Brief Pause Rating: G Pairing: Solona Amell x Alistair

Summary: A quiet moment between Solona and Alistair after the events of Awakening.

Links: Tumblr | AO3

[bluewren]

Welcome to DADWC!! I’m so intrigued by your Lex Lavellan/Dalish, so I’m here with the prompt: “Get on my shoulders, you’ll see better”

Thanks for the prompt and curiosity. 🥰️This is something from when the two of them visit Wycome.

@dadrunkwriting

Word Count: 1018

There has been many cities and towns that Eludysia has visited. Alienage have been a common sight in them, a Vhenadahl is always a cultural symbol in them. It is something that elves here turn to as a droplet of their Elven heritage.

Other times, the Dalish mage would have taken one look and moved on. The intricate lives of the Alienage elves were never of interest to her, it was never wise for a mage to stay at one location for too long nor would she be conspicuous amongst city elves. This time was different, the first time which both facts are untrue. So she rests her legs at the base of the tree, letting herself be at rest with her legs folded together.

The bark had their roots painted to touch the branches. There are children playing tag around the Vhenadahl. The prays of elves wishing for the Creator’s blessings, something that she considers a bit peculiar to her ears as the elvish tones and sounds were a bit too unfamiliar for her ears to follow.

“Tag! You’re it.”

“No fair! You’re not allowed to tag a hero.”

The cheery endearment that the two kids have brings a smile to Eludysia’s lips. She has a smirk puffs up her cheeks for the bright eyed.

“And what makes me worthy of being called a hero.”

“I dunno.” The boy twiddles with his thumbs. “You work for the Inquisitor. That means you saved everyone at our Alienage!”

“Oh? Is that how you see Lady Taliesen coming to rescue everyone?”

“Yesss!!” The girl with him throws up her hands. “I saw her riding on a golem!! She was so cool.”

“We tried to play Golems and Viscounts once.” The boy sighs. “But rocks are really heavy.”

“Perhaps there are funner things to play than pretend golems.” Elu snorts. She reaches for a little toy from her satchel, something that Taliesen crafted for the Alienage kids.

A metal small pulley controlled fox, lifeless with it’s many levers running through it. Until the mage pressed the touch of mana onto the toy, tiny eyes gain a shimmering blue glow and the legs straighten themselves. Readying into a pounce to travel elsewhere.

“Tag.” She declares, letting the contraption free for the kids to follow, giggling in the chase for their shining new toy.

“I never quite imagine you being so good with kids.”

Eludysia simply raises a brow at the familiar comfort of the mellowed voice.

“I didn’t start my life working for the Iron Bull.”

“I just never saw it in you." Lex takes a seat next to his partner. "Or atleast you've never told me about wanting them."

"I never gave it much thought." Eludysia grins at Lex. "I don’t run into many Dalish folk after I left my clan."

“You still feel the same way?” Lex raises an attentive brow.

“Not so much anymore.” Eludysia pulls back strands of hair with a finger. “I got someone who I might consider kids with.”

Lex softly snorts, her sentiment was mutually felt even if their lives wasn’t an ideal one to have a family.

“What do think of the Vhenadahl?” Eludysia points at the tree they’re seated in front of.

Lex looks up, empty of any feeling for the tree except for being like minded with Sera and wanting more apples on it.

“What of it?”

“The elves here see it as an important piece of their culture.” Elu’s finger traces over fingers over the markings on the tree, the ongoing story of the elves here now. “The hahren tells her stories her stories here in front of it. Every elf born here has stared up at this tree.”

“Well. Sera’s right, it needs more apples.” Lex responds, irreverent with a lopsided smirk.

“You can’t be so vapid about this…” Eludysia furrows her brows. “The Vhenadahl means as much to the culture of Alienage Elves as vallaslin mean to our clan. We were lore keepers for our People.”

Emphasis on their people.

“The elves here are their own people. Why should I have an opinion on them?” Lex shrugs his shoulders, and letting his head rest on his palm.

“We came from the same nation, our lives weren’t always so separated. What their customs are, were once our own too.” Eludysia has slow blinks for Lex, still studying her partner’s reactions.

Sighing, the warrior mage admits there is a small bit of defeat in him. Letting more of a life that he couldn’t cling onto, slip away from him.

“It hasn’t been something I’ve thought about, it’s been years since I apprenticed for Deshanna.” He tells, letting his shoulders slump further down.

The Chargers mage turns away her eyes, even without words for the sentiment, she did search for the same path home as Lex did.

“I… can see your reasoning there.”

“What do you see in the Vhenadahl?” Lex gathers back strength within himself, directing wide eyed curiosity to Elu.

“I suppose there’s beauty to having a home for their selves, that I’ve only now considered. Even with how much the city elves worry about the impermanence in an Alienage.” Her fingers trace the lines of the branches, wondering what the tree has seen from up high.

“I think I’m understanding what you see in the tree.” Nodding, Lex brings Eludysia’s legs over his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” Elu is shaken for a moment when she gets grabbed.

��Come one. Get on my shoulders.” Lex chuckles as he pulls Elu upright above himself. “You’ll be able to see more of the Alienage.”

It takes a moment for Eludysia to balance herself. Then from up there she can look over the many elves who now call Wycome, home. Dalish elves, still strangers to her, helping the city elves improve their homes. Mages training and using their abilities to close leaking roofs of the many ill maintained house. There is no division amongst the elves here, everyone too focused on making their new home.

Eludysia smiles at a sight that she seldom thought would happen. “This is worth us traveling here.”

[felassan]

What, then, of the lauded Herald of Andraste? Her origins are as steeped in folktale as the deeds she wrought during the war. In the wake of the Elder One’s defeat, a thousand and one nobles from all corners of Thedas streamed to the fortress of Skyhold in hope of begging her favor. In the art world, ever a mirror image of our waking reality, the accompanying explosion was predictable; her image took it by storm, and to have such a piece in your collection became the vogue for well-to-do households across Orlais. The three I have arranged herein for the student’s consideration are some of the most sought-after examples.

The first is something of an outlier. Reportedly created by the dreaded Wolf himself, it was unearthed by Inquisition agents upon ransacking the scant possessions he had left behind, concealed in a sheaf of papers in his study. Though the medium is not plaster, the style itself is undeniably reminiscent of the now-famed elven frescoes adorning the walls in Skyhold’s rotunda. See how fondly he has captured the sharp angles of her face, the attention paid in every line. A romantic might fancy it a glimpse or window into another world to which most are not privy - contemplative, lonely, wistful - with spirits whispering in the paint. The background is indistinct - it is her features that the artist sees with utmost certainty and clarity, above all else. Curious that he chose to depict his subject prior to the mysterious vanishment of her elven markings, is it not? The meaning behind this decision is currently debated more hotly in scholarly circles than the exact year of Andraste’s birth.

Of the second, it must be noted that this is a classical masterwork that will withstand ages. Commissioned by an anonymous patron of the arts, it is currently on loan from the University of Orlais to Empress Celene, displayed in the gallery at the Winter Palace. That the painstakingly rendered likeness of an elf is now displayed so in Halamshiral, the ancestral home of their people, is a bittersweet irony lamented by none other than Divine Victoria herself in the days after she ascended the Sunburst Throne. The gilt frame compliments the Herald’s flaxen hair, particularly against the backdrop of the healed sky, but more than that, in her expression can be seen her talent for careful diplomacy. Ines Arancia identified the featured blooms as a rare variant of embrium, which counts itself a member of the orchid family. One would posit that here the artist was drawing a parallel between both the exceptional beauty and healing properties of embrium and those attributes of the Inquisitor herself. Their inclusion is also said to be an allusion to “the nobility of flowers”, a line heard in no less than three of the bard songs that have been composed about the Herald thus far.

The final piece is a portrait that was ordered in the fluid style popular among Antivan nobility. Here, the Herald’s countenance is such that she is both curious and wilful in equal measure. The dominant tones are red and green, hues which hark to her preferred manner of dress. A skilled observer shall doubtless notice a certain hurried quality in the brushstrokes; of the painting’s specifications, I am reliably informed that Lady Josephine Montilyet changed her mind on no less than three occasions during the dialogue process with the artist, wishing as she did to oversee the creation of a work which suitably paid tribute to the Inquisitor. Purportedly the Lady was so pleased with the final result that she parted with an additional full fifth of its worth on top of the price originally agreed (along with an eloquently-penned apology and enclosed box of choice Orlesian frilly cakes). The student might look upon this portrait and be critical of its subsequent feel, which has been described as incomplete. However, in private parlors and drawing rooms across the south, this aspect is held up as reflecting the fact that for the elven woman who shook Thedas, and saved all among us from the sky’s anger, hers is a tale yet unfinished.

-- An excerpt from The Dragon Age: Commentaries on Contemporary Art, Volume III by Arnaude-Pierre de Verley

SURPRISE!! @roseategales ✨

We worked together in secret to make and put this together for you of your OC, the lovely Eludysia Adhlea Lavellan.  🎨 📖  We hope you like it and that it does ‘dysia justice :)

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[credits: art piece 1 @honeypeabrain, art piece 2 @resjade, art piece 3 @incaensor, codex entry @felassan]

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DA verse

a summary post of all my active muses verse(s) in dragon age because i’m f EELING IT BOYS. except terry for rn bc it’ll be Hard. one day. gonna try and go in a from least knowledge bout their verse to extensive knowledge of ‘em so. ayy

this is a pretty long post i apologize to those on mobile!!

Nova; mage(???), human ( ? ), possibly a distant noble

probably a mage? because blue space magic is her jam. though she’s actually more of a combat & tech. she was like well rounded in that regard so i’m considering iunno??? battlemage maybe w/ lockpicking who knows. she’s a sneaky mage that can stab u real good.

would probably also assume she’s pretty good as inquisitor because she would treat it as her role and thing she still has to bare and takes it seriously. like nova is no nonsense as inquisitor but absolute nonsense when she’s not playing that role lmao. 

Morgan; mage?? human af ye. defo a noble blood t BH. 

i unno man. iunno. is he a mage? yeah probably. would he be a legit battlemage + arcane warrior? probably. Would i say he uses a real sword? pro b ab ly. like listen he’s a beefy mage who wears normal armor and probably looks like a fckn non mage but bOOM SUDDENLY LIGHTNING FROM HIS HAND W H AT 

iunno he’s a mage and he’s aggressive as FUCKKKK. aggro as fuck. probably sides withhh iunno both he’d want both and think it’s wasted potential to only have one lmao. iunno he’s hard to figure out man. he’d ultimately probably be like templars because actual ppl who know how to fight. but also wouldn’t wanna condemn the mageS??? so who knows who knows. 

anyways he probably likes blackwall and the iron bull and viv and cass?? and just ye. chills w/ them a lot probably. probably would flirt w/ cass tho god. butw/e no he’s uhhhh real aggressive as a fckn inquisitor like every body getting beheaded. except a few probably.. he would probably make uh... whats his name... tranquil tbh. worse fate than death that yes he would wish on his enemies bc otherwise they get what they want & too risky otherwise. 

Igne; old af elf, probably an assassin combo w/ magic??

like listen if you tell me that they can’t be both ima fckn punt u bc really that’s dumb. defeats the point of multiclassing in the fantasy genre of g am es. anyways really tho they’re old. old as balls. probably? iunno. probably served like... andruil for a while or somethin! got a lil lil corrupted but didn’t want it and wanted freedom so they were like FUCK THIS SHIT IM OUTTIE 

how’d they live? no idea. not a single clue bc i just don’t know jackshit bout ancient elf shit anymore (when did i ever) but honestly. it’s probably a thing right? old af elves everywhere. but no no they’d probably even annoy sera bc like they’re literally?? nonsense. violent af nonsense. hanging off a roof with a fckn potato in their mouth & lookin ready to murder. 

it’s a look™  but nah thinkin that u hhh corruption shit is probably what gave them a red eye ayyy

inquisitor igne is like dagger eyes at solas but doesn’t snitch on him ever not even once. she’s got his back man. she’d be like cool i’ll plaY BOTH SIDES SUre. sure. no mercy run on ppl tho god 

EVELYN / ISENE; old af elf. got that fckn combo again

it’s a theme really, combo classes. all my muses? multiclassed fuckers.  for a detailed everything, please refer to her old blog bc this is gonna be a stupid summary of it so ayyy.

old as dicks dude. lost her arm in the rebellion, against the rebellion. served elgar’nan because he fits her the most tbh. still sort of serves him i guess. like if he showed up she wouldn’t hesitate to follow his orders is what i mean here. otherwise she keeps up the facade of being a former dalish elf mercenary. and definitely doesn’t shy away from admitting she’s got magic. never calls herself a mage because  like lmao 

she has a fckn big ol sword she carries around one handed? and if ur like UR JUST A MAGE she’s gonna use said big ol sword to chop ur head off. not a fan of modern mages tho lmao. at all. like not a lot of sympathy for them. but she would also just kick a circles door in and be like cool leave gtfo you weaklin lil fucks jfc go learn somethin. 

would fight solas in a denny’s parking lot at 2am if she knew jack shit. but she really doesn’t so she’s like ur weird and i dont trust you  butyeah lm ao

Eludysia; ngl i unno if she’s old old but she’s Old. Old seer lady. 

honestly i think she’s not gonna have much of a da verse in general but it exists enough that i feel like i should cover it here. but essentially she’s an old elf seer in rivain. leader of a port side town. No chantry or qunari around its a lot of elves tho. refugees and what not from kirkwall and stuff. 

i unno if she’s an ancient elf but i know she’s old. like real old. so who knows

if she is ancient she probably woulda been like a priestess to ?? falon’din or dirthamen??? because seer shit but like even in a current state she’s fairly devoted to on e o f them or both? probably both lmao. so it’s w/e. 

she’s the former keeper of the clan revas got sent to, which is where revas’ mom is also from and how she gets to that clan. but she was keeper of the clan for like.. a long time like a long time. like that bald fuck from da:o  but without plaguing people with a curse. iunno how she did it but magic and better than that shit. 

more important if revas is inquisitor because lmao she’d probably be like.. welp im gonna come guide you?? probably.   shit she’s probably like emerald knights old tho shit but no fuckin!!! probably comes to be an advisor. 

i think if u go revas as commander/advisor or inquisitor in a thread eludysia’s probs gonna show up and be like sup  but otherwise she’s mainly just a contact in rivain for info and resources!! no special quest or anything u can just contact her for stuff. 

Warren; half-elf, half-qunari. big man w/ a bow.

&& a thick af accent let’s be real here. 

i haven’t made a post about his shit yet so! this one might be a lil longer!! 

grew up in/around starkhaven. in an alienage somewhere really! but he’s got that starkhaven accent. probably just fumbled his way there because honestly he got fucking ditched by his people and has no idea who his parents are lmao. just knows his mom died during child birth and he was fuckin cursed essentially via his?? clan or something. that qunari bit of him is real obvious as his horns grew out and probably had a harsh life in an alienage. 

because he’s not an elf. but he’s not human. and he’s not a qunari. so he’s just. him. 

eventually falls in with some ppl who teach him to steal. so he does a lot and then gets busted and they fckn break his horns off and chop his ears!!! and throw him the fuck out. as you do. but they taught him to use a bow so he’s good with that. and knives. good at close quarters and a long range.

gets better with a bow. real top knotch stuff. ends up in a mercenary crew (same one as qunari inquisitor? probably.) enjoys his merc lifestyle ya know has a good time killin shit 

anyways. companion warren is p much like ‘Strength & force.’ because he has no tact and doesn’t care about politics. like one day i’ll have his approval / disapproval shit. but today is not that day.

but the same applies to his inquisitor shit. he’s fucking brutal as an inquisitor. cares about the little people but FUCK the rich. takes the well for himself ( tho if i would also say revas is there bc i can and she’d take it) but generally just!! give him power and let him kill shit!! that’s all he cares about. tho he wouldn’t kill samson or calpernia bc he doesn’t see them as enemies or villains truly? just pawns in a big scheme and he’d probably stare corypheus in the face and be like get fucked you saggy fuck 

he’s great, great guy. 

Revas: Keeper. Dreamer. Dalish elf. 

literally like most people know Revas’ Dragon Age basics!! but if you don’t i’ll just direct you to her old blog, so you know what’s up.  i’ll put it into a summary the best i can tho! 

Backstory: short and simple? #fucked.  expanded? she was born to the lavellan clan to one of the head hunters & warriors. ended up having magic so she was sort of training to become second, or first, till her moms old clan was like hey we need a new first so uhhhh help us out. and they traded some goods and revas went on her way. ended up being a fucked up situation where the previous first was murdered by two clanmates who eventually tried ( and did) murder revas but she came back bc lmao spirit help & ended up killing them and leaving for her actions.

Dragon Age: Awakening:  full page about it Takes place shortly after this event happened. she lived on her own for awhile, protecting people as much as she could from darkspawn during the blight. ends up going to the wardens because someone doesn’t appreciate her help since she’s a Mage.     The choices made by the warden in regards to her effect how she becomes a warden and the rest of the timeline. Sort of a branch off feel. highly recommend taking a look at the page and also this post. 

DA 2:  If not in the Awakening verse, Revas travels around to the clans. becoming a traveling keeper & helping the clans the best she can. As well as finding ruins and exploring man memories from lost objects. Eventually finds her way to Kirkwall to actually speak with Merrill. But some other shenanigans play out and some stuff goes down. Ends up helping in the fight at the end and leaving with Zevran ( @allurfavesrqueer‘s zevran only lmao. )

DA:I     Companion: Shows up in fereldan with some tree peeps. gets some elvhen shit. offers her services to the inquisition bc that’s what her spirit told her to do. and ya know real fucky. shares some approvals as solas but usually has some pretty contrasting opinions on things! Will defo take on the role of like older sibling or sibling figure with the inquisitor if they’re close enough. Be kind to elves & mages and you’re good.  ( also she’s an option to take the well if the inquisitor doesn’t want it) 

   Advisor: Takes up an offer by the inquistor to become an advisor which is more or less her using her network with the elves around the countries to do certain objectives and what not. acts a bit like an ambassador for the elves & mages in the meetings to give them a voice and remind the human board of trusteeeess that they’re fucking not the only ones around :)) 

  Commander: Mainly with @desiderrium‘s Cullen. Basically Revas takes over for Cullen? at his request kinda because she’s like what the fuck you’re whAT. and gets pissed at everyone else for keeping him on when he’s Not Okay even if she’d rather kick his teeth in 99% of the time. why revas take over? because she’s actually p fuckin qualified, gestures vaguely towards being a first and the advisor au. like she knows how to lead ppl so ayy. 

  Inquisitor: Same ish backstory happens except her parents died to the blight and she left the clan for the other and ye same shit happens. but the clans ask her to go check shit out for them and shes like of course and gets caught up in the mess so. 

ALRIGHTY !! 

so that got long but yea!! hopefully this is a more condensed version of stuff and good for reference later. 

[findsarahh]

As the Moon Rises

Chapter 1

Summary: Isera Lavellan was sent to her brother, the Inquisitor, at the urging of their mother. The world is changing and Isera needs to be there to help.

Solas x F!Lavellan.

Author’s Note: (Flexing my writing muscles again!)

She arrived with two Rivaini escorts. They were old friends of her mother and only spoke broken King’s language. The language barrier was not a problem in the small village in Rivain. However, two humans and the semblance of a blind elven girl traveling across Thedas made for an odd site.

Isera hadn’t seen her brother for more than three years. Even then, the last visit was a surprise. Isera and her mother had stumbled upon the Lavellan camp site in the Free Marches on their way back to Rivain. Isera spent time with the Keeper and her Aunt, as Banreas was out on a hunt. He was harder than before, rougher around the edges.

The twins were separated since they were six after Isera began showing magical abilities at an extremely young age. It was too dangerous to have another mage in the clan. It was not uncommon for Dalish to separate families among other Clans. Usually, the separation was a result of a marriage between two clans. It was also common that the Dalish would force out young, newly discovered mages into the wild with little assistance. Eludysia, the twin’s mother, instructed to her First that she will be leaving with Isera. Thus, First Istimaethoriel of Lavellan became the Keeper. Banreas was left screaming behind as his mother left.

At first, Eludysia sought another Dalish clan. But it was clear that a mage child with a lack of training would not be accepted. Fortunately, Eludysia was a mage and a powerful one with years of teaching others about the dangers of magic. Together, mother and daughter traveled northeast to Rivain, where magic was taught and treated differently than the South.

The small band approach Skyhold, clutching their cloaks closer to their body for warmth. The harsh wind sent chills down Isera’s spine. Skyhold, even from afar, was a majestic fortress. For Isera it glowed with centuries-old magic.

“We are close.” Celso, the older one of the escorts said in Rivaini.

There was a tightness in Isera’s belly that made it hard to breathe. She was nervous. Did her brother get the letter from their mother? Would he welcome her? What does he think of his family after years of separation?

Isera could only guess. She does not like the unknown, but here she is standing on the edge of the abyss of something greater than herself. The only question she could answer was if she was willing to jump.

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Celso left her with his companion on the edge of the Great Hall. Lorenzo, who was closer to her age, began instructing her on what her mother wanted her to do. Lorenzo smiled, appearing as though he was flirting with her as he continued his speech in Rivaini. “Now, your brother is aware that you can see. Don’t let others know. Seek out their intentions. You know what to do.”

Isera nodded without a word. She did know what to do. The two watched as Celso attempted to explain to one of the Inquisition guards, in broken tongue, that the Inquisitor’s sister had arrived.

Fifteen minutes later and much bickering, Celso signaled Lorenzo to bring Isera towards the back of the hall. He muttered that the Inquisitor was in a war meeting and would be out shortly.

Unbeknownst to the nobles who sat in the hall, Isera was quietly watching them. It was clear that the nobility did not know what to make of her.

She’s blind.

I heard she is the sister of the Inquisitor.

Of course, the greedy elves would send her to him. He’d probably has to send gold back to them for her care.

I’m surprised she has lived this long.

Lorenzo pushes her behind him, blocking the view of the nobles. “We should have kept such a gem hidden in Rivain,” he whispers into her ear before giving a light peck on her cheek.

“Careful, Lorenzo. One might think you fancy me.” Isera muttered back, turning her head away.

The door to the chamber of war room swung open, reveling her brother and his advisors.  The one with the Antivan accent was distressed, “Mistress Lavellan. I am terribly sorry, we thought you would be arriving tomorrow. Nonetheless, we will have our servants prepare a room and meal for you.”

“Josie, it’s fine,” her brother stated, as he smiled. He quickly moved in for a hug. Isera’s body tensed at the contact.

“Oh, we will arrange for someone to guide you around Skyhold. We do not want to limit you to one room, of course. Stairs and all.” Josie continued, turning back to her office to make arrangements.

“Isera,” her brother’s voice pulled her from her inner mind. “This is Commander Cullen and Sister Leliana. They have been my council through this process.”

Isera’s eyes flit up, glancing only briefly at their faces. She has a role to play, and she cannot forget it. “Hello,” Isera answered.

The Commander and Sister bow slightly. “It is nice to meet you, Isera. Banreas has shared a lot about you.” Leliana says as she extends her hand. Orlesian.

“Oh!” Leliana gasps in surprise and embarrassment, pulling her hand back in the realization of her error.

Banreas and Cullen chuckled at the mistake.

“It’s a pleasure,” Cullen murmurs, his voice betraying his nervousness. Ferelden. Banreas, realizing both are unsure of how to interact with his seemingly blind sister, takes over.

Banreas reaches for her arm. “I’m sure you are tired, sister. Let me show you to my room until yours is ready” He tells her as he nods towards his advisors dismissing them. He looks at the two men meet who escorted her here. “Thank you for delivering my sister.”

Celso and Lorenzo nod in apparent understanding. Celso takes one last look at Isera before the two depart from the Great Hall.

Isera hums loudly. “So, an Orelsian, a Fereldan, and an Antivan walk into a bar?” She jokes as she places her free hand on her brother’s arm. Banreas chuckles as he ushers her through the door, shutting it behind him. Once the door is closed, Banreas releases his grip on his sister. He silently directs her up the stairs. The two walk together and relative silence until they reach the threshold of his quarters.

“What are you doing here, sister?” Banreas demands as he shuts the door.

Isera wanders freely in the room looking around. “Mother sent me. She’s worried.”

Banreas lets out a frustrated sigh. “So she sent you?” His words sound bitter, like the taste of tea long since stale.

“You can use me, as she did. Your companions don’t know of my ability. There are secrets even within the Inquisition, brother.” Isera responded. “I am just as strong as she.” Isera’s ability to connect to the Fade and perform spells were at rank with their mother.

“I have a spymaster and the Gods know how many agents” Banreas stresses as he sits down on the sectional.

“Then, pray tell brother, who spies on her?” Isera replies with a grin, her voice teasing him. Her face falls, and she makes her way to him. “Mother did not share why she wanted me here. But I did as she requested. If you do not want me here, I will leave.” Her voice is serious.

“I can’t do that.” His reply is short and hot.

“You are the Inquisitor, the Herald of Andraste. You can, if you so choose.”

When Banreas did not reply, Isera continued.

“I am a skilled healer, Ban. Leave me here to tend to the needs of the Inquisition soldiers. Or you can take me with you when you travel to villages and cities and I can care for those who are in need. I do not know why mother sent me here. It is clear that she wanted me to be near you, however.”

Banreas sighed as he stood in front of his sister. “Fine. You can come along when we travel. When you are in Skyhold, you will tend to the sick. There is a tower near the Commander’s office that we will begin to rebuild. The top floor will be your room and the lower floor will be where you treat people.”

Banreas crossed his arms. “Until then, do not let the Inquisition know that you can see. We might as well make use of that ability—or inability.”

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Solas Doesn’t Play

Summary: Eludysia Lavellan invites Solas to play a game of Diamondback. What she really plans however, is to play a game of seduction - what could possibly go wrong when you unknowingly invite a trickster God into your bedroom? Rating: Explicit Pairing: Solas/Eludysia Lavellan Word Count: 6534

Preview:

“Don’t play Diamondback with Solas,” Blackwall had warned her, but all he had done was plant an urgent, salacious thought in her head. Now Solas is standing in her quarters, stormy eyes fixed upon her intently.

“I see you are busy, perhaps we should play another time.” He turns to leave and Eludysia jumps from her chair. The thick tome on Orlesian politics that Josephine had left her with, falls from her hands; landing on the desk with a graceless thump.

“No, please,” she assures him, before swallowing urgently, as though she can bury the desperation in her voice. “I really could use a break,” her smile is warm and welcoming as she hurries toward him. She fights to keep it from stretching into a broad, stupid grin: she can’t believe he actually came. When she had proposed a game, she’d thought surely he would see it for the ploy that it was.

Eludysia grasps his forearm and urges him toward the small table she’d set before the fireplace. With an amused quirk on his lips, Solas takes a seat, and Eludysia hurries back to her desk to retrieve a deck of cards.

“We can play with the same standard deck as Wicked Grace, correct?” Eludysia already knows the answer, but she wants to avoid any awkward silences; to keep a relaxed air between them.

“Yes. Value is determined entirely by the suit, do you know the rankings?” Solas’ eyes never leave her, as she crosses back to take the seat opposite him. She nods as her stomach pitches anxiously; she doesn’t know if she is bold enough to see this through. “It is not played with the same strategy as Wicked Grace however. Diamondback is purely about reading your opponent, to determine if they have a better hand than you.”

“I take it that you had no problem reading Blackwall?” Eludysia probes, trying to quell her nerves by focussing on the details of the game. Solas chuckles lightly, recalling his very one-sided match with Blackwall.

“He has some subtle tells. I’m not going to share them with you, just to be clear,” he smirks. “As the Inquisitor, you should learn to read people,” he adds more seriously and Eludysia nods in agreement. “Is that part of the reason you wanted my help?”

“Not entirely,” Eludysia confesses without thinking and blushes, as he quirks an eyebrow at her. She chews the inside of her lip, scrambling to recover her composure. It is a hopeless endeavour; without apparent effort, Solas always disarms her. She has to tell him something however, but he will undoubtedly catch her in a lie - so she feeds him a different sort of truth.

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“me softly, blue glow 2 match solas, blUE GLOW 2 MA” — @tzedekart

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up until now, eludysia’s da4 look has been a nebulous, ever-difficult to imagine concept. the only things i knew for sure were that she’d have an ironbark-lyrium prosthetic, her colour palette, and that she’d look freer and more discrete while retaining her heritage and experiences post-inquisition. commissioning and working with dorian / tzedekart to help me find a concrete design was the best decision i could've made. thanks for the artwork, and for the new hc that ‘dysia’s eyes show her use of magic years after she drinks from the well, love.

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obsessed with the idea that if solas ends up working with the inquisitor in da4, he goes to see how ‘dysia is. then after she screams and cries, he quietly takes her into his arms and she says she ‘won’t ask (him to stay)’ bc she’s tired and he says ‘you have no need to.’

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@thebookworm0001‘s ellana, solas, and ‘dysia being together as a throuple is probably my new favourite obsession. i had to commission a piece for them. thank you, @mespyria-illustrations, for making it happen. <3

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my only one / my kingdom come undone / my broken drum / you have beaten my heart / don't want no other shade of blue but you / no other sadness in the world would do.

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“Are you not cold, vhenan?”

“How can I be cold, with your arms around me?”

a while back, i commissioned @anka-skier to draw solas and eludysia (ft. the robe from this fic.) i could not be happier with the final product. thank you, ana. <3

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elvhenan, in another world — ellana, solas, & eludysia. (with @thebookworm0001​.)

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VORACITY — ONE-SHOT.

fic rating: explicit. | categories: fluff, hurt/comfort, smut. | pairing: solavellan. | content warnings: biting and scratching as kinks, discussions of dubious consent. | word count: 2.3K. | alternate link: ao3.

author’s note: the smut in this fic mostly functions in the background and in dialogue, but, although it’s described in detail, is not the focal point. the fic was written to focus mainly on the discussion of motivation, consent, aftercare, and the dynamic between solas and my lavellan, who are in an established and loving relationship by the point that this fic happens in. thank you to @thebookworm0001 and @jarakrisafis for beta’ing. <3

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“I can heal these.”

Cooled with a spell at the ready, Solas’ fingertips hover over her hip, where an imprint of his earlier grip on her is darkening to bruises. It’s not the only wine-red patch. There’s a counterpart on her other side; and an irregular trail of marks in the shape of his mouth, starting from her throat, wandering down to her breasts, and ending below her ribs. In the morning, their contrast on her skin will be deeper, and will appear harsher than they are in daylight’s emphasis. She’ll have to be grateful Josephine ordered so many high-collared tunics for her in spite of her protests. Secretly. Or her Chief Ambassador may fuss even more. But Eludysia doesn’t think those things warrant her worries. Nor should they warrant Solas’. Easily concealed displays of a night enjoyed with her dearly missed lover? Hardly worth the trouble, when their lives are full of worries as things are.

“So can I,” she reminds him. She curls closer to his side. “Leave it. I don’t mind them,” she says. If anything, they serve as a reminder that there are some things of Eludysia she can keep guarded. For her love. For herself. Apart from Herald and Inquisitor.

Solas hesitates for a moment, the line of his mouth severe, eyes searching hers in the shadows cast by the dim firelight. “Ma nuvenin,” he says eventually, when she voices nothing more. The spell is returned to the streams of the Fade, and he arranges the quilt to cover her body and his.

She should know him better by now, however. The way she’s learning to know the lean grace of his form, the sharp angles of his features, the specific timbre of his voice. His acquiescence to her is conflict with himself. She has her dismaying confirmation as he lays back down to face her and brush her hair behind her ear, without a kiss to her forehead or her lips. Without holding her. He tries a smile, but it’s as withdrawn as he is. Like he doesn’t dare to allow himself her closeness, his mind lost to rumination.

There’s something behind his offers to clean her up and heal her love bites.

“You’re upset,” she says, as both a statement and a question.

“Do I appear to be?” Solas asks. It’s tempting to interpret his lilt and raised brow as amused surprise, and not concern. A simple yes or no would’ve made it easier to pursue the subject. She wouldn’t feel like she’s walking on a thin line, caught between potentially overstepping his boundaries again or never knowing the reason for his reservation with her.

Her desire to know wins.

“You do appear to be,” she tells him. “You’re distancing yourself and dodging my question.”

“I do not wish to concern you, vhenan. Moreover, you must be tired after your journey from Ferelden, and I have stolen enough of your time and energy. You should sleep.” He winds his arm around her, palm flat on her spine. His thumb strokes her skin. If the gesture is meant to soothe her, it has the opposite effect.

“I’ll toss and turn the whole night if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.”

Eludysia is aware of the manipulative undertone to her words. Though she is being truthful and her intentions are genuine, she could have let this go. Didn’t he say he would work on trusting her? She could have admitted that she is tired, and asked if he would discuss things with her in the morning. She could have asked if he’d help her sleep with a spell. Left him to mull things over on his own in the Fade. Perhaps he’d feel better if she did. But then, she doesn’t feel it’s a good idea to leave the conversation here. It is just as likely that he’d continue to avoid the subject and she would be no closer to the explanation for his mood’s sudden shift. She was so happy to be able to see him and be held by him again. She counted down the days, ached to have him all over her at night. Her hand and mere recollections of him between her legs brought poor relief. She thought he ached similarly and was equally thrilled for her return. Now...

Solas removes his arm from her. He rubs his face, as though he was the one who’d spent a week in talks with the Ferelden crown and nobility on a mutual effort to expunge the Venatori. For a moment, she braces herself for him to evade her or leave again. She wouldn’t blame him. But he doesn’t. When he drops his hand, his expression is as composed as a still pool.

“All right,” he says quietly. “I fear I should not have taken you in the manner I did. I was reckless. Unthinking. I could’ve caused you worse harm.” He places two fingers under the mark at her throat, examining her. As if he waits for her to flinch away from him. She remains at his side, her breathing steady. “My actions were regrettable. I apologise.”

“You apologise,” she repeats, incredulous. Reckless. Unthinking. Harm. She turns each word, each meaning over. Tries to frame tonight’s sex in the light of them. She can see how reckless could be applicable. But unthinking? Harm? And if his actions were regrettable, what would he call hers? Who initiated what past the first kiss is a bit difficult to distinguish. Neither of them could get their clothes off quick enough, neither seemed like they could bear another second without the other’s touch. But this much is clear: She was exhilarated by the voracity of Solas’ desire. She encouraged every move he made. Fenhedhis, his back must’ve stung from her nails sinking into his flesh. He had murmured, “abelas,” when she gasped at how hard he bit her throat, and she bid him to do it harder.

He’d paused, looked up at her. His pupils were dilated, eyes dark as the Void. Did they dance in the firelight or did she imagine it? “Are you certain?” He asked.

She couldn’t help but arch into him. “Yes! Please!”

Eludysia’s worry heightens into alarm.

“Solas…” She says slowly, fearing where she next treads. “Was the sex tonight pleasurable for you?”

His brows crease. “That is besides the point.”

“No, it isn’t.” She winces. Her pitch is higher, shakier than she intended it to be.

He falls silent. A shadow passes over his face. “It… was. Yes.”

She has little cause to assume he’s lying. In all the time she has known him, Solas has proven to highly value truth and deplore falsehoods. He has and will avoid and obfuscate if he sees fit. Mostly out of caution. But he would never lie. Still, she wants to be certain. “Every second of it?”

“I would not have gone as far as I did if it were otherwise,” he says.

“Then why are you apologising? If it was pleasurable for both of us, I don’t see a problem.”

“What is pleasurable and what is beneficial is not mutually exclusive, vhenan.” Though he is gentle as he explains, he points the differentiation out as if it’s obvious. “We have not been apart for quite some time, and your trip to Ferelden was the first since we started having sex. It was like starving in the winter after eating of a summer harvest. We were driven by need and desire. That combination can be overpowering for anyone, making them desperate to be satisfied. I wanted nothing more than to have you, to make you cry out and come apart trembling in my hands as I slaked my lust.” He cards his fingers through her hair. Somehow, his touch underlines his description of what transpired, intimate yet distant. She’d wonder at how paradoxical he can be if she wasn’t familiar with his idiosyncrasies.

He continues, “I knew I had you riled. I asked for your consent not purely for your sake, but to permit myself indulgence. Even if you were not hurt or did not feel mistreated in the moment… I would never want a chance of that happening.” His eyes flit past her, like he sees something she can’t. A scene where she’s pushing him away, covered in bruises, feeling used, her trust broken? It vanishes as soon as it appears, and his gaze settles back onto her face. “Certainly not in bed.”

She considers what he has said. Her cheeks burn and her eyes sting. She catches his hand mid-stroke in her hair, and brings it to her lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his knuckles. Then she props up her pillow and sits, arranging and clutching the quilt tightly around her body. Solas watches her, questioning. As she cannot conceal the marks at her throat and the tops of her breasts from his view, she hopes her hair and the shadows fall in the appropriate places.

“Vhenan?” He probes.

Eludysia Adhlea Lavellan, you are a fool. Desiring is easy. Asking for explanations is easy. Receiving and examining them, and giving your own in turn—that’s the hard part.

“You’re the first person to care so much for me,” she says. A lump forms in her throat. She swallows, and glances at the sparks rising off the flames. Takes a breath to compose herself. “Growing up Dalish, sex was taught to me as a matter of practicality. We were given lessons on our bodies, taught how to protect ourselves, instructed through common knowledge and preserved texts and folktales, with the expectation of marriage and raising children one day. I’ve told you about my youth, so you know I was… Rather curious and rebellious.”

“As you’re still inclined to be.”

Solas’ wry note earns a nervous laugh from her. “You have a point. Well, I didn’t live in a village. I didn’t have a house with four walls and various rooms, let alone a castle, or stay anywhere long enough to figure out where there were good hiding spots. If I found someone to my liking, we had to be quick and discreet. That often meant we were rough. I’ve been bitten, swatted, I’ve had my hair pulled, and I’ve done the same to others—and there wasn’t time to embrace or curl up together or talk in bed like this.” Not even with Dhea. The thought is tinged with some regret. Not for what could have been. For what was. They were never right as a couple, but a few of the memories they made together might have been happier, had less insecurity and shame. Before Solas, she had no idea that sex could be so tender, so achingly sweet. She didn’t know someone could draw six, seven orgasms a night from her with the softest of touches. Nor what it would be like to be taken care of and then fall asleep in his arms afterwards. Being with him, in Skyhold and on their travels, has been a privilege she never envisioned for herself.

“I’m not telling you any of this to upset you further,” she hastens to add as his eyes widen. “But for you to understand: I like rough sex. I wouldn’t have sought it out or encouraged you if I didn’t. My only worry…” She swallows again. “Is that I’m mistreating you.”

He sits upright in an instant, closing the gap between them. “No, no. Nothing of the sort, vhenan.”

“You’ve done nothing but give into me, disregarding your own discomfort the entire night.”

“Would I not speak plainly if you had wronged me? My discomfort was caused by my guilt towards you. The actions I took were to assuage it.” He shakes his head at her. “You underestimate the extent of my selfishness.”

“Well, it’s not like I haven’t been selfish either.” Isn’t that how they ended up here? Mutual selfishness? She reaches for him with her free hand. He takes it, and she smiles faintly at their fingers interlacing together. “Heal the bruises if you like. I won’t complain.”

He hums, gently pushing her hair off her shoulders and lowering the quilt to her thighs. His fingers brush the edge of the mark at her throat. She tilts her chin up and straightens her posture for him. But he pauses. “First, answer this for me: Is there a reason you refused initially? You were fine with me fetching the cloth and wiping you.”

She shrugs. “Outside of this room, I’m the Herald and Inquisitor. People don’t see me. Not truly. They see whatever gives them faith, hope, or fear. You don’t. When I’m with you, I remember I’m more.” Gods, she sounds like Cole. Her nose scrunches. “I suppose the love bites and bruises just make that notion more tangible, odd as it sounds aloud.”

“On the contrary, it sounds like you’re clinging to your personhood however you can.”

Of course Solas would be the one to understand.

Eludysia cups his cheek and leans against his forehead. Her smile widens as his hand slides around the nape of her neck. “Maybe I don’t need them. Maybe it’s enough that you’re by my side.”

He chuckles, brushing his lips to hers. “I will be glad to remind you of the woman you are as often as you wish,” he murmurs.

Heat pangs in her belly at his words’ suggestiveness. “Good. Because if you’re up for another round…”

He pulls away, expression darkening. She opens her mouth to speak but all that comes out is a squeal as she is suddenly on her back, the mattress bouncing underneath, his body atop hers.

“It’ll be easier to heal everything with a single spell later,” he explains before she can ask. He pins her wrists above her head. She feels his cock hardening at her thigh. “Is this all right?”

She laughs, leaning up to drag her teeth over his lower lip. “Perfect,” she says.

The grin he gives is wolfish.

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eludysia lavellan + hairstyles throughout the inquisition era.