#regrets of the dread wolf

[the-northern-continent]

Low-key hilarious when the Veilguard is discussing who they can tell about the “spirits -> elves” thing, and they decide to tell Strife and Irelin.

My friends. His name is Strife. There’s a nonzero chance he already knows.

[sky--phantom]

Need some time to process Solas' regrets. Like, it's not taken over my brain the way my Inquisitor's return did, and it's mostly confirmed theories, but still need time to process them.

Lots of stray thoughts in my mind rn:

Solas telling Cole he's taking a difficult journey as a spirit gaining a body; basically All new, Faded for Her with a Wisdom spirit being summoned and twisted against their nature against their own wishes; Solas' questions to Varric about the dwarves; Solas telling Lavellan she has a rare and marvelous spirit; the concern if the Anchor did change the Inquisitor in some way; "I trust my friends.""I know that mistake well enough to carve the angles of her face from memory."

[johnisababy]

"that murals are his regrets, that he wishes to forget" emmrich about solas' murals - why the hell then did he painted it on the walls of his fucking leaving room? is he stupid?

[m1b1rd]

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[darkurgetrash]

Rook finally founds out the purpose of the wolf statuettes, in Chapter 18: The First Mural. It brings forward an important question.

“Perhaps these murals aren’t just memories,” Emmrich muses, his gaze lingering on the painting. “Perhaps they’re what Solas wishes to forget.” // The words hit her like a physical blow. // I forget nothing. // That’s what Solas had told her. He’d said it lightly, with that rare, fleeting smile of his—like it was a joke between them. But even then, she’d felt the weight behind it, something buried beneath the humour. Something sorrowful. // A plea.

[suranastair]

Regrets of the Dread Wolf ~ Ghilan'nain

[here-comes-troubelyan]

Still can't believe you can completely skip Regrets of the Dread Wolf. Buck wild.

[ramblinganthropologist]

Adam assembled all the wolf fragments. You know what time it is!

*announcer's voice*

It's time for THEDAS' FUNNIEST HOME VIDEOS!

[moonlightheretic]

In search of a Reprieve

Grief was no stranger, rather it was a pestilence, one that kept finding him repeatedly. The ache never lessened; it showed no mercy as it took its shape. Pierced right through a once indomitable heart. Solas couldn’t remain here; sleep was not safe. He maneuvered himself to stand on cold stone. His knees threatened to buckle, and he took ahold of the cushion to steady himself. The illusion of peace was only an Eluvian away. A mirror that reflected two worlds, two outcomes, two tragedies. His feet led him where his heart dare not tread. He was a nocturnal nomad inflicted upon a shifting desiderium, and it would know him. They would know him. His silhouette shimmered as it was drowned in the swirling depths, and the faint scent of crystal grace greeted him. A baptism of humility, the lone elf shed himself of falsehoods and orphaned his machinations, there was no mask to cower behind, no lie to twist, no city to destroy. He shaped himself into a function of purpose, he cared, created, and grew. Solas released a breath and rotated his stiff shoulders, bare feet stood before a construction of Dawnstone. Assembled around the edifice were soil beds of Crystal Grace. He tended to them as a humble steward of the earth, gently prying the weeds and undergrowth, so that only the chosen buds grew. Crystal Grace had been her choice of flower. Among the many flowers that called Thedas home, the sharpest and the most vulnerable and difficult to reach was her preference. The petals were blades, paper thin crystals that could shatter with a single touch, or slit the finger of someone too clumsy, they symbolized parting and farewells. How fitting. The bud split apart as he cradled it. Dal’nim’s little leg shattering—with a sharp intake, Solas stood up, freeing himself of the shackles of his guilt. “I am sorry.” He whispered. The violet ledge caught his weight as he glowered at the small desk squatting on the other side of the small room. Stacks upon stacks, messily strewn about its surface displayed a familiar face, resigned to paper. A kaleidoscope of expression, punctuated by charcoaled memories, she wept, she laughed, she pouted, she smiled, and she was lost. Solas hung his head, eyes tracing over something beneath him, and his jaw set with determination as he made a pledge to another, “I will find her.

[fenharelapproves]

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Disrupt and Conquer

Regrets of the Dread Wolf

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[dawningwinds-s]

Dwarves having no connection to the Fade might be because their ancestors had their dreams severed from their flesh

[the-northern-continent]

Arrogance became our end. Come not to a prideful place. Now let humility grant favor.

- tracing from the Solasan temple

There was no word for heaven or for earth, for sea or sky. All that existed was silence.

- excerpt from the Canticle of Threnodies

The chantry teaches us that it is the hubris of men which brought the darkspawn into our world. The mages had sought to usurp heaven. But instead, they destroyed it. They were cast out, twisted and cursed by their own corruption. They returned as monsters, the first of the darkspawn.

- Duncan’s opening narration, Dragon Age: Origins

[sky--phantom]

I don't know if Mythal and Solas were romantic or not, I agreed with Bellara's view of it, but their relationship is already twisted enough even without involving that possible aspect.

Creator, friend, mentor, "lapdog and owner", giver of purpose, source of all regrets

And I still don't like her "You're the one who walked away. I never turn my back when my friend needs me" comment

[magerightsmagefights]

Nothing Rook can say to Solas will ever be more savage than Spite looking him in the eye and going “Hmm. Smells like lies and crying.”

[reagan-the-saunders]

The Dread Wolf's Eyes

[heraldofthenug]

MAY THE DREAD WOLF TAKE YOU, MY GOODNESS.