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Dragon Age: Inquisition Part 61 | Fen'Harel The World Destroyer

This episode marks the end of my Dragon Age series. It's been a long journey and I've enjoyed every minute of it. Even the annoying parts now that I'm past them.

I'm looking forward to Dreadwolf, but until then, my journey in Thedas is over!

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ive blocked dragon age tag for a while bc i dont want any spoilers but i did decide to just see a video on the character creation and holy fucking shit it looks so good

the hair physics! long hair!!! unusual hair colors!!!! ahhhhhhh god im gonna spend like 3 day just making my rook

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Dragon Age Pinned Post

Hello! This is a pinned post. I am Alexander, He/They, 25. Banner credit to @valeskaswatch

CURRENT CANON WORLDSTATE

Anora rules alone. Architect killed. Bhelen king. Old God Kieran. Bethany lived in the Circle. Anders Killed. Pro-mage. Pro-mage Inquisition.
Morrigan drank from the Well of Sorrows. Inquisition Disbanded.

Completed

Balsis Brosca. (25 as of 9:30 Dragon, he/him) As a former criminal and Casteless, Balsis never believed he would be respected or worth anything. Then he met Duncan. Taken to the surface, he met people that respected him, and he saw nobility he wanted to emulate. However, this was tempered by experience in Dust Town, and so Balsis was pragmatic. However, he could not abide imprisonment or denting freedoms. As such, he gave others a second chance as he had been given. He seeks to be noble and righteous to compensate for his criminal background, and he finds love and freedom with his love, Zevran. He made a deal with Morrigan and ensured that the city and kingdom had strong leadership with Anora. Sword and shield, Champion and Templar

Deacon Hawke. (23 as of 9:31 Dragon, he/him). Deacon became a warrior to make himself the target. Deacon cares deeply for his family, and when his brother Carver died, he did everything in his power to protect his sister Bethany. He has a deep disdain for the Circle, and is heartbroken and enraged when Bethany is taken. He takes solace in his companionship with Merrill and friendship with Varric and his other friends. Deacon earned the Arishok’s respect and slayed him in single combat. He helped all of his friends as best he can, and tries to bring them around to freeing mages. He and Merrill fell hard in love, and nothing could separate them. Anders’ destructive ways enraged Deacon, and he slayed the bastard before siding with the mages. Deacon’s life is a tragedy, and he took on so much pain to protect others only to still encounter tragedy. Two-handed, Reaver.

Aqun Reth Adaar. (30 as of 9:41 Dragon. He/him) Qunari, Vashoth, Inquisitor. Several titles he did not ask for. Yet he was raised Vashoth, and so is used to having to fight for his freedom. He learned to use sword and shield to defend his company, and he chose his names. Aqun Reth. To protect balance. Not the strictness of the Qun, not the running wild some wish. Romanced Josephine Montilyet, and loves her so dearly. He looks to Ameridan as an inspiration and drive to return home safely and make sure his companions are remembered. He is a templar and uses their abilities purely because it helps fight demons. He believes in the Maker and Andraste, but thinks the Circles are barbaric and the Chantry is flawed. Leliana as divine. Weapon and Shield, templar.

Mavheran Malarial. (They/he/she, 19 as of 9:30 Dragon). Dalish mage (modded) warden. After escaping from the Circles as a young teen, they lived in the Sabrae Clan as a hunter, using magic sparingly. After contracting the Taint, they went with Duncan, not trusting this Shem. However, after the betrayal by Loghain, they embraced leading the ragtag group of apostates, warriors, and rogues seeking a new path. They channel magic into their weapons, mixing ancient elven traditions with chantry magics. They fell for Alistair’s charm and humor, and found comfort with him. A good friend of Morrigan’s, they cured the werewolves, had the Alistair make the Old God Baby, made Harrowmont king, and destroyed the anvil. They now rule beside King Alistair as a beloved consort.

In Progress

Future

Hector Hawke. Trans man spirit mage. Devout Andrastean. Is rather pro-circle but is distrubed by Kirkwall’s overreaches.

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So. Here are all of my inquisitors. I'll make like.... Formal color refs one day maybe.

Panelan uses they/them pronouns, so does Basil.

Reth's genderfluid, so any pronouns are fine, but masculine pronouns are the ones most people default to and he's okay with that.❤️

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Nature.

Adaar and her parents have a very serious debate about why Solas is… like that.

#feral verse, 1100 words. on AO3.

Adaar wasn’t sure what exactly Solas was—only that he definitely wasn’t an elf. Not fully, at least.

He sounded strange. Like an elf raised among the Dalish, but… off. Maybe he was originally from a far-off clan where they spoke with the lilt and affect he had, but she had never encountered it.

But then again: he didn’t have vallaslin, despite being more than old enough to wear them.

It could be that he had refused them for some reason, although she couldn’t imagine why. All the young Dalish she had known before and after they had received their vallaslin had seemed so happy and proud to bear them, even when their faces were still raw and sensitive from the markings.

Or he had never been offered vallaslin in the first place. That at least would explain why he didn’t appear to be on speaking terms with any Dalish. Adaar still cringed when she remembered the fight he’d gotten into with Lavellan’s First. And Keeper, and Hahren. At least they hadn’t decided to cut trade ties with her family’s settlement.

He wasn’t much better with city elves, the few times she’d managed to convince him to accompany her into the villages or, on one occasion, the town to the north. She had promised Iolain to fetch him the next time a Dalish clan made camp near their land again so he might join them, and Solas had watched the entire exchange like a man watching an execution. They can’t give him what he’s looking for, he had told her afterwards. All they do is play at being elves, like shadows of the real thing.

And what are you? she had asked, angry and baffled. Solas had given her a look of such abject sorrow it had stopped her right in her tracks.

A shadow of what I was.

So he acted like no elf on earth could be his people. And yet, sometimes, he said things like: My people used to, this place was sacred to my people, back when my people were—

He always caught himself rather quickly, and either ignored or avoided any follow-up questions she might pose. Which was infuriating, but also, horribly understandable…

Because Adaar had the feeling his people weren’t considered people by anyone else. The way he talked about spirits and demons, with a fond melancholy he usually reserved for tales of the ancient Arlathan…

“I don’t know,” said Reth, expression skeptical. “He definitely looks like an elf. And he’s a mage, who apparently didn’t learn in a Circle, or from a Keeper, or the Qun, or in Tevinter. I’m more curious who taught him magic than anything else.”

“That’s my point!” said Adaar. “What if he never learned magic because he didn’t have to?”

“I think he was a slave,” Ari said quietly. “From Tevinter. Probably manifested magic late, and then that presented an opportunity for escape.”

“He’s haunted enough for it,” agreed Reth. “It’s like looking into a mirror, sometimes. Terrible.” He shook himself and downed an impressive amount of the sweetshine they were sharing in one go.

“Leave some for the rest of us, kadan.” Ari swiped the bottle while Adaar folded her legs up on the bench.

“Fine, be boring and sensible,” she said, with two fingers pointed at Reth and Ari. “So Papa’s bet is he’s really just an elf mage, Tama’s bet is that but also a former slave—”

“I’m not going to bet on it,” Ari interjected. They drank a deep swig of sweetshine, then pushed it into Adaar’s hands. “I don’t actually want to be right on this. But I most likely am. Definitely more than any of you lot.”

“That’s depressing,” Adaar said with a grimace. She drank and passed the bottle to her mother. “I bet he’s an—not an abomination, like possessed, but something like it probably? An elf and some kind of spirit, fused together.”

“An old spirit,” Tehenan threw in.

“Oh yes, absolutely. The way he talks about ‘the old world’, it sounds like he was there for it, y’know? Like he’s seen it. Watched it all get sold up the coast.”

“My money’s on one of the Forgotten Ones,” Tehenan said with a grin. “Do you remember how pissed he was when Keeper Deshanna told the story of the Great Betrayal? That reeks of personal involvement.”

“Oof.” Adaar rested her chin in her hands, gaze unfocusing as she imagined what Solas might’ve looked like in the old days, before he got attached to his current shape. “That would be amazing.”

There was a soft lull as her parents’ gazes met among the table. Reth leaned his crossed arms on the table so he was at eye-level with his daughter.

“That doesn’t scare you?” he asked quietly. “The thought that you’re learning from someone who is—who is that old and strange and powerful? Whose nature is so alien?”

Adaar met his eyes. “Should it?”

“…No. You shouldn’t ever have to be afraid of anything.”

“I’m not.” She grinned. “Also, he has a really cute sneeze. I don’t think some creepy old god up to nefarious shit would sneeze like that. And—” she lunged all the way across the table to grab the sweetshine, “—if Solas was going to hurt me, he wouldn’t be teaching me all this magic, right? I can do so much more already.” She tapped the bottle, and frost bloomed along the glass from her fingertips. She set it down in mid-air and left it floating there, spinning lazily, drifting across the table. Ari’s posture shifted, tensed, and she listed against their shoulder, fumbling blindly for their hand, then squeezed it tight once she caught it.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it. I’m not gonna make it explode or anything.”

“But you could, huh.” Reth’s eyes flashed from across the table.

“Sure. But that’d be a waste of perfectly good sweetshine, and it’s really not that hard. Not breaking stuff is a lot more complicated than, well, breaking it.”

Ari sighed, and squeezed her hand back. “You have no idea how true that is.” They relaxed, and rested their cheek against Adaar’s temple. “Can you heat it up again, Sunspot? It’s too late for cold sweetshine.”

“Yep, let me just…” Adaar curled her claws and forced warmth back into the bottle at a measured pace. And, because she wanted to show off a bit more, she pushed further than before until the glass was comfortably hot to the touch and the bottle sailed from hand to hand without ever touching the table.

“This is good, kiddo. We should have it like this more often.” Tehenan smacked her lips after the first sip of the now heated drink. “Do you think Forgotten Ones know how to make sweetshine?”

Adaar laughed. “No idea. But if he doesn’t, I’ll teach him how when we make the next batch.”

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Dragon Age: Inquisition Part 58 | The Other Side Of Fen'harel

It's time for a murder mystery! Who killed the heavily armoured Qunari Warrior? And why was he here? And are there any others? Lot's of questions to ask, hopefully we'll find some answers!

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Dragon Age: Inquisition Part 57 | Catching Up After Two Years!

We're in the endgame now! I'm on the final DLC for Dragon Age Inquisition and I'm enjoying catching up with all of my companions after the timeskip!

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Dragon Age: Inquisition Part 56 | Heading Into The Uncharted Abyss

Who would have thought that some of the most beautiful visuals in Dragon Age Inquisition would come from the Deep Roads. I would actually love to live here (If there was no enemies)!

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Dragon Age: Inquisition Part 55 | Reclaiming Heidrun Thaig

I brave waves of Darkspawn and find out more lore about the dwarves in this episode. I find out about another Dwarven King!

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Dragon Age: Inquisition Part 54 | The Descent Into The Deep Roads

We've got an entire DLC dedicated to the Deep Roads this episodes and I have to say that I am excited! I have a soft spot for the are and for Orzammar and I'm glad we get at least one in this game!

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Dragon Age: Inquisition Part 53 | Freezing To Find The Truth

The ice Temple is both really cool (pun not intended) and really stressful! It's a shame that there wasn't more like this in the main game.

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Dragon Age: Inquisition Part 52 | Helping Out Stone-Bear Hold!

Before I find out where the previous Inquisitor went I need to make friends with the nicer Avvar clan. And can I say it's weird not having to look down on these humans!

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Dragon Age: Inquisition Part 51 | Jaws Of Hakkon!

It's time to tackle the DLC of Dragon Age Inquisition. I'm pretty excited because I've never touched it before!

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Dragon Age: Inquisition Part 50 | Corypheus Has The Worst Time!

In this episode I finish the main game in a truly fantastic fashion and I look forward to jumping in to the DLC!

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Dragon Age: Inquisition Part 49 | Today Is A Good Day... For Some

I'm trying to think of something to say that will make you want to watch this episode but all I can think of is FLEMETH!!

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Dragon Age: Inquisition Part 48 | Bring Me the Heart of Snow White

Cleaning up some of the quests before I start the final quest! First up is to finish Vivienne's quest!