#the redeemed | inquisitor

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@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]

"I like... sketching?" She wasn't good at it, but she liked trying. That was how one improved, right? "And I collect rocks." Amongst other things. She seemed to have a habit of simply taking things she liked--- though, mostly that involved things found out in the world. Rocks, feathers, flowers. Perhaps she could learn how to press them, keeping the flowers forever. Or the other option of drying them to preserve their beauty better.

She didn't like being in Skyhold often. The natural hotspring underneath the base kept it snow-free, but it was still so cold. Mostly, she did what she needed to do and then sought cover once more. "---What do you like doing?" What were Cassian's hobbies? He must have some, surely. Maybe if she learned more of what others liked, she could try more things.

It wasn't as if Cassian had any room to be angry at Nimue, truly. He was the pot calling the kettle black, what with his attitude of I-could-die-tomorrow. The Calling lingered in his mind at all times. While once that spurred him to make those difficult decisions, to live life fully, it now held him back and made him reserved.

"That is a good place to start," he says, tone gentler now. Perhaps he was too excessive in his investment. Perhaps it reflected upon himself. "You should figure out some things that you enjoy. All you know is stress, Inquisitor. It would do well to have something that distracts you. Are there any hobbies that would interest you? Have you witnessed anything at Skyhold you would like to take up?

[sun-marie]

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

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@bushelofmuses asked:

AH

PIN MY MUSE - Randomized: Don't

She'd been so close. So close to disappearing from the Lighthouse and into the Crossroads--- she'd made it past the eluvian with no goal of where she would or could head. Anywhere. Far. Lost. She was better off lost. This... Veilguard... it would do better without her. Without the screaming in her mind and blood. The violence she caused and craved. They would do better without the child of a Forgotten One. Daughter of Murder. Torturer. Cannibal. Monster. They'd all be better without that. Perhaps her violence had quieted with a blow to her head once, but what said it wouldn't come back? What said that she wouldn't be the next Ghilan'nain or Elgar'nan? The next Corypheus.

The revelations of her father and herself that had come from the Nadas Dirthalen felt like a weight. Stones pressed against her chest until ribs cracked, lungs punctured, drowning in blood. Nimue had run. She didn't think she'd been followed, but she could feel herself cracking. Her vision clouding with a familiar sting of salt, body quivering against the flow of emotion.

And then a hand. Pressure. Restraint.

The elf managed to focus her gaze to understand. Cole had grabbed her, stopped her. He was keeping her in place. He was keeping her from bolting like the skittish deer she'd become in that moment. There were no words, just a blank stare up at him as she processed.

[fereldensheroesa]

Nimue at Halamshiral

[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)

[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]

Oh! He'd liked the poorly told tale! That was good! The ramble hadn't been as much of a mess as thought. Truthfully, as he responded about it, it managed to set her at ease some. She thought of something else. His take on the tale was one she hadn't thought of. It was compassion, wasn't it?

Her ears gave little twitches as he asked if he'd done something wrong. "No, no. You didn't do anything wrong. I just wasn't... I guess I wasn't expecting you to follow the tradition?" It had been unexpected. In many ways. "You did just fine. I'm just..." What was this best word? "Skittish?" That felt right.

Cole just stands there, quietly listening to her ramble on about the origins of the mistletoe tradition, listening with focused attention. He was absolutely amazed by her story, but could also sense a bit of her anxiety, before hearing a wave of thoughts telling him to shut up.

❝ The mother of the god who died did a good thing, turning something that had killed her son into something that would show love instead of hate so no one else would suffer the same fate. She did not give into despair. ❞ It was an act of compassion, one he would have done too.

❝ Are you okay, Nimue? ❞ Blue eyes study her. ❝ Did I do something wrong? ❞

[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

[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”

[suranastair]

Wren Lavellan ⚖️

🟩 Age || 29/30 (Inquisition) - 40/41 (Veilguard) 🟩 Lineage || Elf 🟩 Pronouns || She/Her 🟩 Identity || Pansexual 🟩 Class || Mage 🟩 Specialization(s) || Knight Enchanter 🟩 Romance || Cullen 🟩 Besties || Dorian, Varric, Solas, & Josephine 🟩 Frenemies || Vivienne

[dcvium]

@bushelofmuses asked:

Cole, reading from a book: "What's red and bad for your teeth? A brick."

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. What is it?" She's answering with a riddle of her own, not looking up from her little sketch. "A shadow."