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valtianan · 4 months
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"i think we deserve a soft epilogue."
queen bee honey flower (queenie) belongs to @mermianar
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sadmages · 1 year
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I have such a backlog of dragon age art i never posted.... Here's my main Origins crew <3
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alienturnipp · 7 months
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Hero - Champion - Inquisitor
aka the girlies (gender neutral)
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artist-rat · 1 year
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my old and new tes character Saima <3 she’s a combination of a couple of my prev. ocs!
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ffc1cb · 1 year
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ive never had alistair in any of my playthrus before because ive never played with my personal worldstate so this was my first time ever hearing this line in the game & it FLOORED me. it’s so funny
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vigilskeep · 1 year
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oh i just realised i could play the orlesian warden-commander as an old man and it would be so funny. about to go on my calling early if these damn kids don’t shut up (but said in a french accent)
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wyldhunt · 9 months
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Sorith | Sage | Wood Half-Elf | White Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer | ♡ Minsc
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blackjackkent · 2 months
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random thought, feel free to ignore- but i wonder, considering the similarity in location, if the "selunite enclave outside the city" aylin and isobel mentioned would be hector's monastery in this worldstate?
HOLY SHIT. \o/
Hang on, I need to drop everything and roll with this idea because I love it. You just made my whole evening.
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"Father Enric!"
The young acolyte is breathing hard as he comes to a stop inside the small chapel on the north end of Silverlight Monastery.
Enric, startled from his prayers, looks up with a raised eyebrow, then slowly, painfully shifts himself to his feet. (Age is telling on him, after all these years, despite all the training and discipline to which he has devoted his life.) "Calm yourself, Jakob," he says gently, keeping his voice deliberately calm in the face of the younger man's agitation. "Speak softly and without heat. What is it?"
In truth, he can guess. Another sally by the Absolutists - that terrible cult that has risen from the south. They have made three attacks against the monastery thus far, and the walls have held against their arrows and battering rams-- but not without damage, and not without casualty to the monks and clerics within.
The last attack was only three days ago, he thinks bleakly. We are not ready for another so soon.
But Jakob's news surprises him - it is not that at all.
"Two visitors on the road, Father Abbot, sir," the boy says. He is trying to maintain his composure but failing-- there is fear in his expression, and also a sort of perplexed excitement. "They come alone, but armed. One of them is an aasimar, father, and Brother Lloyd on the wall says that where the moonlight touched her, she glowed like a beacon!"
Enric's eyes widen. He reaches out to put a hand on Jakob's shoulder. "See that they are brought to my office at once. And wake someone in the kitchens."
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An hour or so later, there is a soft knock at his office door.
"Come in." He turns from where he is standing by the window, and finds himself meeting the eyes of a woman some three or four inches taller than he himself.
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She puts an arm across her chest, bows respectfully. "In the name of the Lady we both serve, I greet you, Father Abbot," she says gravely.
Her eyes are so pale as to be almost white, and her skin to match, shot through with lines of gold like a piece of mended pottery. The wings at her back would likely stretch the width of the small office if she extended them, but one is furled at her back and the other wrapped around the shoulders of a smaller and rather exhausted-looking human woman, who is leaned up against the aasimar's side as if huddled against a tree in a storm.
"And I you," Enric answers, inclining his head politely. "You are--" He hesitates. "I hope you will forgive the presumption, but I hope my guess is correct. Are you the Dame Aylin that once walked these lands as our lady's right hand?"
She smiles slowly. "I am. It may be told by the moonlight upon my sword and the righteous fire within my heart."
Enric allows himself the briefest flash of pride at the monastery's record-keeping; even to the armor she wears, she looks exactly as the histories describe her. But that pride is almost lost in a much greater wave of emotion that is pure awe, for Dame Aylin (those same histories say) is the daughter of Selune herself. She has not been seen in the flesh for over a century. The last records of her are in letters from Moonrise before that cursed place fell to darkness.
"You honor us with your presence at Silverlight," he says. He starts to kneel, but she shakes her head impatiently, reaches out and takes him by the arm.
"We have come to aid your fight," she says briskly. "For we have seen the darkness of the Absolute face to face, and know the struggle that has set upon you these many weeks. My darling Isobel and I shall be the sword and shield of my mother on your behalf."
The human at Aylin's side -- Isobel? -- smiles wearily. "After a night's rest, I should hope," she murmurs, then adds to Enric, "We have come many leagues in a short time, that we might be of service to you."
Enric's practiced self-control is serving him well here -- but only with difficulty. The urge to simply gape in astonishment at the two new arrivals is considerable. "To stand at your side against this evil is a blessing none of us would have dreamed of," he says softly. "We would gladly accept, and offer you in return all that is ours in sustenance and shelter."
Aylin looks pleased. "A bargain it is, then," she says. Lifting one eyebrow, she studies Enric thoughtfully for a moment. "I see shades of him in you, most certainly - the shades which would have been passed by a lifetime's teaching. I am sure you are the man Hector has often spoken of. Enric of Trielta."
Enric is so startled that for a moment his self-control slips utterly. And though some of the surprise is at hearing this divine creature utter his name, more is for the source she mentions for her knowledge.
"Hector?" he asks. His eyebrows lift in sudden urgent question. "Forgive me-- do you speak of Hector Carlisle?"
Twin smiles flash onto the faces of both women at the name. "She does indeed," Isobel says.
"Hector is alive?" Even Enric himself is a little surprised at the rush of joy that goes through him at the news. "We all thought-- when the attack came upon the city, that terrible ship... we thought he must be dead. He was only in the market long enough to purchase supplies, but he never came back..."
"I can assure you," Aylin says, "Hector has not only climbed from the pit of that ship but triumphed over forces the likes of which we may all fervently hope you can never comprehend. You should be deeply proud to call him brother."
"As I am, and have been, and will be. Moonmaiden be praised... you are truly a bearer of all the best of news."
A flash of something that might be humor goes through the aasimar's eyes. "Should you expect anything else of Dame Aylin?" she says, raising one eyebrow.
"I--" He blinks, stammering uncertainly.
"My love jests," Isobel says, a little dryly. "It is hard to tell sometimes, I know."
Aylin makes a soft snorting noise but does not dispute the statement.
"But what she says of Hector is true," the human goes on. "He saved us both from a deep darkness at Moonrise Towers, after a century of loss, and has gone on to the city to face down the heart of the Absolute. I will not tell you his story while he still remains to perhaps one day tell you himself... but I will say that he speaks of you, of this place, every day-- with loyalty and gratitude."
She hesitates, then adds delicately, "You may, I suspect, not quite recognize him as the man who left, when he returns again."
That is a sobering thought, and Enric has to pause to consider it for a while before answering. "If he has faced the darkness so closely as you say, it would be foolish of me to expect it," he says finally. "But I cannot express how much it gladdens me to hear that he lives. He has been greatly missed, these last months."
He gestures to the chairs in front of his desk. "Please. Sit. I will have food and drink brought, and I hope you will tell me more of what you have seen, and what still lies ahead to do."
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flashhwing · 1 year
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headcanoning that Leandra met Anders before Hawke did, in the markets in Lowtown, that they struck up a little friendship going over herbs and salves, that Leandra thinks he’s just a nice young man and invites him over for dinner one day because she may not have much but it’s clear he has less, and when he gets there Hawke is just “… okay I know how I know the apostate Grey Warden deserter running an illicit clinic in Darktown. mother, how do you know —”
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sapphim · 10 months
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cullen and anders both somehow ending up in kirkwall together and apparently not recognizing each other despite both having been assigned to the same circle in ferelden is so funny. like, guaranteed if there was any one mage every templar in kinloch was taught to recognize on sight, it was anders. but cullen was a brand new fresh recruit and anders had that year he spent in solitary confinement before his final escape and so—with all the shit that went down when uldred took over the tower—it's entirely plausible that their paths actually never once crossed until they both moved to kirkwall at the same time for entirely unrelated reasons. talk about a missed connection lmaooo
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Been workshopping ideas for a scarlet hollow swap au so here's a few doodles (featuring an alive and un-gooped Wayne)
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valtianan · 1 year
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mistress to the king and queen of ferelden
so’nan tabris belongs to @mermianar
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"playersexual" is so fucking stupid and biphobic in general but even if it wasn't, literally how could it be applicable in a game that accounts for every possible origin/origin combination. like you can't even use the dumbfuck 'they're not bi they're only attracted to the player who can be any gender' when they're ALSO very deliberately written so that any origin/origin romance works (and obviously they all have set genders)! you can go ahead and mald when they expresses attraction to their own gender + others (ie bisexuality!) independently of their romance routes too btw :)
like just say you hate bisexuals and move on, it would legit be less embarrassing at this point
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wildmelon · 5 months
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not a lore girlie whatsoever yet i spent hours today on forgotten realms wiki trying to understand faerun geography so i can pick a good place for verity to be from... this game has changed me
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A similar thing is happening for me with BG3 as with ME, in the sense that after I made my Dark Urge OC I really haven’t been able to make another one and connect with them in the same way as the original. Seems like this is a “one main OC with the occasional background character” kinda brain!
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redlyriumidol · 2 months
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"Connor will not remain passive forever!" / "Go to the tower quickly then. The longer you are away, the greater the chances of disaster."
I wish so badly they'd followed through on these warnings during the Redcliffe quest. It's just cowardly in terms of writing. The fact that you can go to the circle and do the entire mages quest spending 287485 hours wandering around the fade and when you get back the demon's just chilling and nothing has changed.... It should have forced you to kill Connor upon returning because the possession was too far gone. That would have been fucked up yes but it would have been a realistic consequence. Like what is morally grey and difficult about the choice if there's a clear best option and 0 repercussions for taking it....
Tbh I pretend the Circle option doesn't exist in every single playthrough. Alistair's disapproving dialogue after you sacrifice Isolde is really good and imo it's an important moment in the developing friendship between him and my Wardens- it's more realistic for them to have ups and downs and difficult moments amidst all the grief and fear and pressure they're both facing. That scene always reads as him taking out his feelings of powerlessness on the Warden without realising; the cunning option that mitigates approval loss points out that it's really more about Alistair's feelings towards Eamon than it is about the Warden's choices- which he basically admits. Idk it's a great little character moment for Alistair, it was very intense going through it the first time, especially as I romanced Alistair and had to build up the relationship from there. This moment of tension made it feel like a realistic relationship that progressed naturally as the game went on.
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