#the redeemed | inquisitor

[dcvium]

@bushelofmuses liked for a Veilguard Nim

The Lighthouse posed many questions. What if they fell off the side? Why did things float? Why weren't they floating? She really needed to stop trying to apply logic to the Fade. She did have one question that could be answered, though.

"What does it feel like?" Vague, Nimue. Very vague. "Being in the Fade again, I mean. But physically. It's... different than Adamant."

[fereldensheroesa]

@avoiceofcompassion liked for a Nimue!

The woman was perched on a wall, legs drawn up as she stared down at the oblivious people milling about below. Her Inquisition. She really wished they hadn't sprung such a thing on her. Of course she'd agree to lead with a whole crowd watching her expectantly. An elf. A Dalish elf. One with no memories. Nothing but a fading vallaslin. Eyes pressed shut as she tried to remember. Anything. Even a scrap. Nothing. A hand thudded against her scarred head in annoyance, as if she could hit the memories back into place.

[dcvium]

Oh gods. Oh no. The dreaded question. The 'where do you see yourself in a year' question. The problem was that she didn't. No past, no future. The present, even felt like something she was dissociated from. She wanted it to be real, to be grounded, to understand. But she didn't.

How did you aspire to a future when you had nothing of yourself?

"M...aybe figure out my past?" That was it. That was all she had. She was still figuring out her own likes and hobbies. Soft. She liked soft. And warm. That's what she had. "I don't really know how to see past this. When it's over, maybe the next thing will come and I'll do that."

The Warden-Commander makes a noise in blatant derision. Had she reduced herself to nothing more than a tool? Is this how the Inquisitor truly felt?

"You shouldn't feel indifferent to the prospect of dying, Inquisitor."

Frightfully, it reminded Cassian of himself. Maybe that was why he was so upset about it. That familiar feeling of certainty that you were not going to live to see the end of it. The acceptance; like a dog laying to be put down because it knows nothing except how to obey.

"Nimue," he interjects, "Even without the mark--forget about the mark. Have you any aspirations at all outside of this?"

[sun-marie]

Whatever lies before you, trust yourself. Trust your heart as I trust it. It will not lead you astray. Yours, Cassandra

[animatedjen]

Traitor Inquisitorius | Jedi Survivor

[pinacoladamatata]

If Solas doesn't have a satisfying ending I'm not even going to post about it. Like ever. I will simply cease to post all dragon age content and we will pivot to like, elder scrolls or Enderal or smthn

(to be clear;this is my worst timeline option)

[dcvium]

@crosaidi liked for a DA starter!

Nimue was perched nearby, half in shadow. It wasn't for any particular reason, though. She was just there. Whether she'd been perceived or not was a gamble. Her voice came from her spot, not particularly loud, but on the louder side of soft.

"What's being a Grey Warden like?"

[fereldensheroesa]

Nimue at Halamshiral

[achlysfx]

While attempting a speedrun in DAV, I realized that even if you gain Mythal's essence properly and don't have all companions 'championed', it locks you out of redeeming Solas at the end. (Clip of fight below..)😨😱

I was shocked. SHOCKED, when I realized the game decided Rook wasn't taking any more veil BS and started attacking Solas. 😤😅

(At least I got to see a different ending even even though I thought Solas was still redeemable so long as you did Mythal content.)

For reference:

I only did Lucanis's missions (he was a champion of the Veilguard)

- skipped all other companions, but did all wolf regrets & gained Mythal's essense willingly. (Didn't have to fight her.)

- Romanced Inquisitor + encouraged her to join Solas. (Inky, I'm so sorry. You're stuck with Dorian now....and she's so pretty too! I'm actually happy with how this version came out. I'll never be able to recreate it in CC again.)

[dcvium]

Nimue had never understood hats as fashion statements. They squeezed at your head or fell off--- how did Neve keep hers on? Did she pin them to her hair? Hats were good for keeping your ears warm. That was their use. "A lot of people think things that don't look good somehow do--- you should see Orlais. I had to attend a ball there."

@dcvium wanted a starter!

“ a man walks down the street in that hat, people know he’s not afraid of anything. ” judgemental? yes. accurate? also yes.

[elavoria]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @theoneandonlysemla, @sylvienerevarine, and @sheirukitriesfandom over the last weeks, thank you! I tag you all back and also @dirty-bosmer, @nostalgic-breton-girl, @1helios1, and @illumiera. : )

More Pathfinder, but this time from a tabletop Wrath of the Righteous campaign spouse and I are putting together just for ourselves [and our numerous characters] on the side of the Shattered Star campaign. Here’s Pathfinder!Amaryllia during her first meeting with her new ancient evil lich bestie—and yes Isanna is here too; this iteration of her already went through the entirety of Shattered Star:

Amaryllia took his hand in both of hers and ran her thumbs across the blood-red tattoo, taking care to touch him only gently so as not to accidentally damage his paper-thin skin, taking care not to look too surprised by his hand’s unnatural pallor and lack of warmth. The powerful pulse of life that ran through her and imbued her with a radiantly healthy glow made the latter particularly—unfairly, she thought briefly—evident when their hands were joined, but it was easy enough to disguise her alarm as wonder, for the wickedly pointed marking that adorned his hand, robes, and staff intrigued her. “What is this symbol?” she asked, lifting her eyes to meet his only to become distracted again by the ioun stones circling his head. “Why, it’s the rune of wrath,” he answered, as surprised by the question as she was by the reality of his undeath. “Only fitting for a runelord of the same, don’t you think?” “It meant kindness, once,” Isanna said stiffly. Amaryllia spared her a glance, only to frown slightly at the distaste evident in the inquisitor’s glare. “Is that true?” she asked as she turned her attention back to the lich. “Yes,” he said, though not without hesitation. “Once.” “Then it can mean that again,” she suggested eagerly. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled into his, and he offered her a small, weary smile in return. “‘Once’, my dear,” Alderpash said with a gentle, almost begrudging fondness, “was a very, very long time ago.”

[andrewknightley]

i was having a moment with my gf harding and she was like "but dont you feel bad about solas??" solas stop brainwashing my girl throught the fade to talk about you!!!

and she was like "no one is beyond help. NO ONE." ok so. are we gonna start helping the venatori and the antaam. maybe they also feel very bad u know

[annalyticall]

Remaking my Hero of Ferelden in Inquisition to hold me over until I can remake her again in Veilgaurd

[dcvium]

An elf. A Dalish elf, as far as anyone could tell. Not that Nimue could tell anyone too much differently. She felt Dalish. She had vague inklings of traditions, cultures, the gods themselves. More than a city elf would have, given she'd felt immediate disdain she'd felt for the Andrastean faith being shoved down her throat. She loathed it. Humans needed to learn that the world didn't only include them and their things. What if she'd been chosen by a Dalish god? What then? Or, perhaps, no god, at all.

These things were kept to herself, besides the occasional protestation that she was, in fact, not sent by Andraste. That didn't mean she couldn't or wouldn't help, however. There was this glowing mark etched into her. Even when it wasn't glowing actively, she could feel it. Not always painful, but ever-present. It was the important thing, not her.

Perhaps Nimue wasn't the best choice for the job, but that was one thing: Second chances. Redemption. Choices. Those were more important than anything. She had no place to judge anyone with the things that ran through her mind. Not that anyone outside her advisors and Cassandra knew her thoughts. She was well aware that Cullen was watching her every moment he could spare--- moreso now that she'd chosen the mage rebels over the templars. You could let an abomination in! How did they know she wasn't one, herself?

She sat with a cup of tea, cradled in both hands, more a tool for warmth than anything else. She hated the cold, it cut deep into her bones. But, for now, she wasn't focused on that. Or... anything, really. Lost in her thoughts as she was. Thinking on her choices, trying to pry into her past. ---Until a voice.

Her gaze rose to the man, regarding him. A mage who had come along with the rebels. Unlike some, he didn't seem to be angry or demanding, so far. The presence of a few templars had caused a bit of a stir and she knew it. But this was small talk... and a compliment? There was a blink of her eyes, a subconscious tell that she wasn't used to such things.

Pushing herself a little taller-- not that it helps with her height-- she offered a little smile. The people here are friendly enough. Almost makes you forget you're in a chantry town." It was one of those, right? Close enough. "A part of me wants to know this list of yours, but I won't ask. Yet, at least." Fingers drummed softly at the sides of her mug. "Nimue." Not Herald, just Nimue.

The people talk; however, with a rupture in the sky and demons in the shadows, Gale reckons that the wont of the people is endless gab. Already, they have so cruelly been jabbering, bartering nasty rumors that'd fit in kitschy chapbooks. Yet, it was destined, he supposes, so steeped in controversy as she already is. To think, an elf caught leading Andraste's panicked children... The end, they're bleating, is oh so near.

But what's the end to Gale rotting so slowly as he already is? He doesn't spurn her for lineage or the music in her language and the taper of her ears. She's worth it, he'd tell them, and as exemplary a savior as the living can hope for. She's shown guile in measures and that quality of her spirit that's inspired his heart, and who is he to ever doubt her for the soundness of her character? He's blighted. He's dangerous. And she chose him.

Well, she chose the mages, to be clearer, but evidently, she's shown she's a stalwart believer of second chances. Gale regards her as she sits there, aglow in the fire in Haven's tavern. Someone who may see him as the man he is... Encouraged, mulled wine in hand, he makes for her table.

"Not exactly the backdrop for a paragon of the downtrodden, but at the very least, the fare they serve here is perfectly edible." Is that so? Sitting across from her, the color of the embers golden his eyes. Friendly, the tankard he thumbs her way sloshes too-full. "Not one to go to the beat of anyone's drum but your own, are you? I admit, it's but one of your more favorable qualities. I'm finding the list is growing rather exhaustive." / @dcvium, ♡ liked for a starter.

[cupcakesinfedoras]

I think it would have been nice, if you did all of Harding’s quests and you got all the statuettes and you learned all the lore, for a dwarf Rook to be able to confront Solas at the end and go “hey what the FUCK”

[inquisitor-julia]

Playing trespasser for the first time with an inquisitor who is *not* going to try to redeem solas and I'm just like....but what if I chicken out and just say she didn't redeem him in the Keep instead of actually clicking the dialogue option 🤔