#verse ~ inquisition

[dreadwxlf]

@roquenxnar

~ The trip to the Temple of Mythal had been...enlightening to say the least. They had stopped Corypheus from gaining another source of power, however, destroying the Well of Sorrows in the process. What that meant for the Inquisitor, whom had volunteered to absorb its knowledge, Solas couldn't say -- but it was nothing good. Most importantly, he had discovered that more of his people still lived. The majority of the Sentinels had decided to remain in the temple; however, one had requested to join the Inquisition -- Myndilon. ~

~ While the majority of Skyhold had retired for the evening, Myndilon was still sorting through the few possessions he had brought from the temple. ~

~ " An'daran Atish'an, " Solas greeted with a polite bow. " The Inquisitor instructed that I show you to your quarters. I am called Solas -- we met briefly in the temple. " He glanced behind him -- the hall was completely deserted. ~

~ "...I was also hoping that we could speak privately on more...sensitive matters, " Solas continued in their native tongue. " It is a pleasure to speak with a fellow Elvhen...I am certain you have devised so already, but only a handful of us remain... ". ~

[dreadwxlf]

~ Long ago, when Skyhold was still Tarasyl'an Te'las, the walls of the rotunda had been covered in various murals, illustrating the histories of the Elvhen people. Solas thought it only fitting that the walls be home to frescos once more; this time, the history of the Inquisition. He had already finished the underlayer, and was in the process of roughly laying down color, the piercing gold light of the Breach beginning to take shape. It was refreshing to paint again -- he hadn't been able to since awakening over a year ago. The process was meditative, a relief from the constraints of this veiled and shackled world. He was so absorbed that he didn't hear Ellana approach behind him. Solas glanced over his shoulder before turning to fully face her. ~

~ " Thank you -- I thought these walls could use some decoration. " He set down his brush, wiping his hands with a stained cloth at his belt. " ...Though perhaps I should have asked before beginning. They are technically your walls, after all. I can remove it if you wish. " ~

✨ 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 // @dreadwxlf

Ellana was intrigued by what he was doing. Curiosity getting the better of her, she travels into the Rotunda, quietly watching him work. He appears to be...painting something on the walls? It doesn't look like anything she's ever seen before, and yet, it does look a bit familiar...like something she's seen in one of her dreams and can't explain why.

❝ What are you doing? Whatever it is…it's beautiful. ❞

[pinayelf]

Hello! I hope it’s okay to ask but for your Protags in all of the DA games, what are their body types like? Do they look different then how they’ve been designed in game ( since I know game cc doesn’t often have a ton of choices ), and I was curious since I love the little info you give abt them

It’s absolutely okay! Thank you for asking I love yapping about my OCs ❤️ Biyaya would be the closest in game as the cc has body sliders, the only difference is she has more boob and butt lol

I’m planning to make all of them in the new cc soon but for now the most accurate depiction aka drawing jfjfjfjd

[edda-grenade]

sketches for illustrations for a matter of love

aka the moment where solas drops an even worse bombshell on saar than he does in canon trespasser

[harlequinides]

—bit morbid, isn't it?

[dreadwxlf]

~ " I understand the feeling; though for me, it is paint. Fresco pigment is difficult to wash out of clothing, unfortunately... ". ~

"I am forever covered in glitter."

[dreadwxlf]

@omniterror sent: "Don't worry, I'm determined to succeed." / from brienne c:

~ " You are confident -- let us hope your determination does not wane in the coming battles. " Foolhardy bravery was better than meek cowardice, he supposed. Still, this Dalish quickling nor the others that lauded her knew anything about Corypheus and his intentions. Solas would need nudge them in the right direction, somehow... ~

~ " You have my assistance then -- however you may require it. " ~

[tevintersnakes]

there we go, some quick sketches so there is something in my art folder for this month

[dreadwxlf]

~ Solas stood somberly behind Cole, watching as the boy tried in vain to save a wounded soldier; he had been dead long before they arrived. ~

~ " You cannot save everyone, Cole, " he replies, placing a hand on the spirit's shoulder. " You tried -- that is all anyone can ask. " Solas understood better than anyone the toll this world could take on spirits such as Cole; especially those as fragile as Compassion. ~

~ " Come -- let us return to camp. We shall ask the other soldiers to bury them. " ~

"there's nothing you can do." (for Cole, from @dreadwxlf !)

From Here

His shoulders sagged. He knew he couldn't save or help everyone he came across. Sometimes they didn't want it, for others it was too late. That didn't make it any easier.

Knowing when to stop was a skill, one he didn't know if he'd ever master. Did he want to?

Cole pulled his hands away from the soldier's wound, wiped them on his pants, and then reached out to close their eyes. They didn't get here in time.

A whole scouting party, wiped out in an ambush. How did they know they were coming? Did someone tell?

"I had to try," he murmured.

[martyrmarked]

inquisition era based starter call <3

[archonoclasm]

@breathandshadow asked: "beauty does not solve problems." / 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑺 𝑽𝑶𝑳. 𝑰: still accepting.

Dorian could snort. So, because he could, he goes and does precisely that! By the dismissive pitch alone, it's obvious the young Pavus doesn't quite buy it.

"Maybe it doesn't if you're the average result of an ordinary breeding," he starts around a clementine, "but as I'm obviously not, I find it very much does."

What is he getting at? Dorian doesn't much like it, that knowing gleam in those eyes too disastrously aware. He's stirred another fight, alas, and the edges of his robes stir with its tells half-singed in the draft. It's no secret he's a menace, a rouser of rabble and a demon by half, but the problems he's corking tightly in his throat?

Bloody clementines. No one can know them. Dorian peels his fruit with a practiced cool.

[avrorean]

I have found an abandoned room above the garden in Skyhold and I'm slapping Nanna's name on it like flex tape

[dreadwxlf]

~ The taller elf bows his head in a polite apology. ~

~ " My apologies; I did not mean to startle you." He leans upon his own staff, eyes unreadable as he studies Brenna. "I only wished to see how you fared. Dealing with the Breach, not to mention settling in Haven amongst strangers...It would be difficult for anyone to bear -- especially a fellow apostate. " ~

@dreadwxlf liked for a Brenna starter.

She’s startled by the shadow of another, clutching her staff as she rests a hand over her chest. He scared her!

“Sweet maker Solas! You scared me!”

[mournwatchingprofessor]

@sacrificialarrow asked:

"Some things are better left forgotten."

Van Helsing Sentence Starters

"It's funny you say that, as your actions have shown the opposite. Your attempts to tear down the veil alone show you don't wish to leave things in the past, forgotten."

When it came to Emmrich's thoughts of the other, they were complicated. He both admired some of his goals and acts, yet could not look past the harm he may have caused through that ritual. He wasn't sure why the Elven god had shown up to him. It seemed he was focused on Rook solely. Though today, when he closed his eyes, and fell to sleep, he'd looked over to see him.

"You can say things are best left forgotten, but you seem incapable of following that advice."

[adeadlysong]

@avoiceofcompassion

A hum left Tahirah as she finished putting together a plate of freshly baked cookies - baked by herself, of course!

The plan? Hand them out to the others for the sake of morale and good cheer. Mainly the latter.

...She thought she heard someone approaching. She turned, looking around, didn't see anyone at first. Green eyes scanned her surroundings, expecting someone to appear.

"Hello...?"

[dreadwxlf]

@fatesown sent: “lucky for us, we’ve got a knack for miracles.” - from dhavihal

~ " That is one way of putting it, I suppose," Solas replied wryly. " Though I am I not certain we should place our trust in some grand, unknowable power. It will be our actions alone that will be responsible for closing the Breach. " His eyes travel to the swirling emerald mass of clouds above them: an ever present reminder of his mistakes. His hope now rested in this Dalish quickling, unknowingly wielding the power of the ancients. They would need a miracle indeed. ~

~ " ...Do you truly believe you were sent by Andraste, as the humans say? " ~