#veilguard art

[eethok]

unfortunately due to unforeseen circumstances we’re rescinding our darkspawn free promise

[erika-xero]

Elodie "Rook" Thorne and Lace Harding for @dancing--lights. This artwork was a pure delight to work on!

[iivieberry]

Auuuugh i can’t believe I have to wait another week to be able to play the game….. this is how I imagine how their romance is gonna be like, a woman can dream 💭

I cant wait to kiss this short king

And Davrin

And Emmrich

And Neve

[jerirose]

Taash 🧡 Dragon Age: The Veilguard.

Digital realism painting of Taash, a Qunari dragon hunter from Dragon Age: The Veilguard. Taash is painted from the hips up, standing outside with the sun behind them, causing a flare across the image. They stand tall, with a slight smirk on their face, they have thick horns, with gold jewelry decorating them, the left is a horn made from a teal gemstone, whilst the right is a natural horn. They have long hair which is tied back into a plat that goes down past their hips. They are wearing vibrant armour made from dragon scales, that shows their midriff, and they have red ropes with gold coins wrapped around their arms. Their neck is decorated with gold jewelry with orange and red gems and beads. Their armour is shades of teals and greens. Their face is decorated with small sparkly star freckles and their body with opaque teal and blue stars that decorate their cheeks arms and torso.

[bonesaints]

June, God of the Craft and Beauty ✨

[augusts-sketchbook]

veilguard spam part two - some very messy/unfinished Rookanis sketches (no spoilers!) i love these idiots very much and i am 100% on the poly train with these three (in whatever demi/ace capacity that is, dont ask me I'm just here to sketch very fluffy smooches and snuggles)

[stormwifewrites]

🪞 mirror, mirror ✨

Art for Eternity's Gaze

[theelibugs]

Holy shit I... Finished something???

Ravenas is my Inky's brother and normally loves being an ass to her boyfriend.

[derelictjunk]

mala lath athim, mir uthenera

Bellara touching up/adding some personal flare to Altirez’ vallaslin. cannot stop thinking about them…

[loredrinker]

Couple things that jumped out at me from the Veilguard art book (I mean, lots of things did) but in particular:

This would have been a cool game concept. Solas being able to kill Rook remotely if you couldn't block him from your dreams. Gah! This high pressure element to the game would have been fantastic. A more stressful way of earning Solas's respect.

And Rook and Davrin - Davrin was a surprise romance for me in this game and I love him and Rook together as a pair.

[thequeenofthewinter]

To Death and Beyond

[iivieberry]

Unsavory crop but… two dragons one crow 🎀 full on Patreon of course 🐦‍⬛

[jerirose]

Lucanis Dellamorte 💜 Dragon Age: The Veilgaurd.

[Image Description] Digital realism painting of Lucanis Dellamorte of Dragon Age: The Veilguard. Lucanis is standing within a whirl of purple smoke and tiny stars that float around him. Lucanis has a dark brown shaggy wolf cut that's slicked back behind his ears, and a full, thick beard and moustache, both which are lit from either side by two variants of purple; the left a pinker hue and the right a bluer hue. Behind him a hint of his Demon's, Spite, wings show in the haze of the purple smoke. Lucanis has one brow raised and wears a cheeky smirk. His tan skin is highlighted with soft bluish purple and the shadows are a pinkish purple hue to match the lighting. His outfit is elaborate and detailed ensemble of purples of different variants, with silver embellishments. A collar covers his neck, with pink gems on the flaps, under a vertical pleated shirt that is tucked into a think, corset belt. Lucanis wears a jacket over the shirt with a feathered and scaled cape that hangs over his shoulders, with very detailed shoulder pads. On his left a sword with a silver crow pommel sits and on his right he carries a simple sword with a purple gem in the top of the pommel. Lucanis' cheeks have small sparkly stars peppered across them and pink and purple opaque stars scattered across them.

[rajakaen]

Let me introduce my notRook Veilguard OC Verinius Sabelis Phalban. He goes by many names and is a byproduct of @jukkaricity's recent dive into Thedas and can usually be found alongside her also notRook OC Alectris Mercar. Jukkari gave him a voice, the game gave us the looks while I gave him his personality and so V has ended up as a full-fledged character over time. A & V are Blorbos by Proxy ❤️

TLDR Intro Version

Verinius is a brilliant, socially inept mage who exists in his own world of books, Minrathous fantasies and blood magic experiments. He has the talent of a prodigy and the social instincts of a brick, managing to alienate everyone around him except his cat, Andoralis, whom he insists is the only living creature worthy of his full attention.

He is utterly convinced that Minrathous represents the pinnacle of civilization, despite barely engaging with its people beyond what is strictly necessary. His mind moves too fast for most and when people fail to keep up, he either ignores them entirely or offends them without meaning to.

He has no regard for the legal or ethical concerns of magic, specializing in blood magic (purely for research, of course, tho his own blood is another matter entirely) and storm magic (which builds up when left unused for too long, resulting in frizzed hair and sparks discharging at inconvenient moments).

Alectris is the only person who comes close to truly understanding him, though her return to his life comes with a sharp reminder: she is not going to let him get away with talking to his cat more than actual people.

Background & Introduction (before the Veilguard)

To an unknowing observer, Verinius might appear to be the most Tevinter mage among Tevinter mages—at least slightly snobbish, accustomed to comfort and absolutely in love with Minrathous, or rather, the idea of the city he has cultivated in his imagination for years. The truth, however, is quite different. He comes from a small village near Marothius, deep within the Hundred Pillars, far from the empire’s beating heart. His family has owned an apple orchard for generations and while his magical talent may have elevated their status to Laetans, little has changed for them since he left for the Circle. Not that they mind—his parents and siblings take great pride in their work and are content with their peaceful life.

Veryl’s magic surfaced early—wild, untamed and far beyond what his family could hope to manage. With no other mages among them and little understanding of such power, they had few options when the inevitable summons arrived. A Tevinter child, especially one crackling with barely contained lightning, was never going to stay in a remote village. The decision was out of his parents' hands and by the time he was five, Verinius had already been sent to the Circle at Carastes. There, he trained for several years before being transferred to Minrathous at twelve, where his potential was deemed better suited to the capital. The move, however, came at a cost—Minrathous was far from home and distance meant that visits became rare, his connection to his family reduced to letters and memories.

And so Veryl spent most of his early life within the Circles, his world shaped not just by their walls but by what it meant to be a mage in Tevinter. Yet the structured pace of learning tested his patience; too slow, too rigid, never deep enough and constantly disrupted by the distractions of his peers. Carastes was more than happy to send him to Minrathous, where both his potential and his troublesome nature would become someone else’s concern. Lacking natural social graces, his background was working against him. While others fit in with ease, he often felt like he was speaking a language no one else understood—quite literally, in some cases, as his tendency to over-explain resulted in more than one awkward silence. It never stopped him from trying, much to everyone's dismay.

During his years in the Circles, few things had ever gotten under his skin, but meeting Alectris in his late teens proved to be an exception. Unfazed by his unpolished personality, she quickly became a constant thorn in his side—one he was surprised to find himself growing fond of. Eventually, a Magister recognized Verinius’ potential and claimed him as an apprentice. Verixsus brought him to his estate, pulling him into a far larger world. The rigid life of the Circle gave way to a more demanding, fluid apprenticeship, but with it came a privilege: four visits home each year instead of one. And no matter how much Minrathous holds his heart, it never truly dulled the pull of home—not that he ever spoke of it much.

Like him, Alectris left the Circle, though she chose the army instead. Over the years, their friendship became quieter; distance and duty dulling what had once been constant. He never quite stopped missing her, but life in Minrathous had a way of swallowing time and before he knew it, years had slipped away. He got along well with his master, but a mentor was no substitute for a best friend—Alec had been the only one who could truly keep up with him and he missed her. The void she left was filled by a stray cat he found on his master’s estate. Or rather, the cat found him and decided she would adopt him. From that day on, Andoralis became his ever-present shadow, named after the day she entered his life.

Eight years passed before Alectris finally left the army and returned from her deployment in Seheron. She could hardly believe what she saw. Verinius had grown utterly fixated on his cat, perhaps too much for her liking—holding entire conversations with Andoralis as if expecting her to reply and acting as if her approval was of the utmost importance. Alectris had always known he was eccentric, but this was a new level of absurd. Worse, he had begun experimenting with volatile magic and had become adept at blood magic, making no effort to hide it. His methods, however, are unusual. While others wield blood without hesitation, he could never quite bear the sight of his own. If asked, he’d simply say fresh blood gives him headaches. Instead, he collects samples with eerie calm, studying ways to preserve their potency—never considering how unnerving this might be. To him, spilt blood holds no more weight than splattered ink.

Still, his time with Magister Verixsus had done him some good—his temper had evened out, he no longer openly insulted people for their lack of magical understanding as often and he carried himself with the easy confidence of someone who had long since stopped caring whether or not people found him strange. But beneath the polish, Alectris could still see flashes of her old friend—the insufferable know-it-all, the stubborn streak a mile wide, the way he lit up when talking about something that truly fascinated him. And despite years of silence, their friendship fell back into place with ease. As if no time had passed, Alectris slipped into her old role as a constant bother and Veryl, to her great satisfaction, responded exactly as he always had—overly dramatic, easily excitable and entirely unable to get rid of her.

Veryl can most often be found surrounded by books and vials, either studying magic (the less commonly available, the better—legality is not a concern) or completing his daily tasks as a scribe and Magister’s apprentice. He has an unfortunate talent for saying precisely the wrong thing at the worst possible moment, whether through tactlessness, sheer obliviousness or a total lack of concern for social norms. His magical expertise is undeniable, specializing in practical and constructive applications of blood magic, as well as a highly destructive form of storm magic for those rare moments when force becomes necessary. He can go from zero to vaporization in less than 0.3 seconds. He's eccentric and peculiar in both his interests and his mannerisms, somehow managing to offend whoever he speaks with or embarrass himself—often at the same time. The fact that his main conversation partner is Andoralis certainly does not help his predicament.

Verinius should, by all rights, be quietly buried in books somewhere, bothering no one but his cat. Instead, thanks to Alectris and a dragon with extreme renovation ideas for Minrathous, he’s now neck-deep in the Veilguard’s chaos. Meanwhile, our poor Rook (a dwarven Warden) is left juggling world-ending threats, blighted nightmares and—because the universe clearly hates him—two more walking disasters. At this rate, Wolfram Thorne will have to save Thedas by next Tuesday or risk losing the last shreds of his sanity.

For those interested in the BG, it's a paraphrase of the codex entry art on 'Dock Town Intel: The Place Itself'. It was solely created for practice and to give V and his cat a thematically fitting bg to stand on.

[osawamitsue]

Inquisitor Lavellan, the woman who led us all.

[loulouhattie]

WIP of Taash my beloved