Most likely, these lines were cut because it was decided that Elgar'nan should first appear here, not in Minrathous as it was before. So the usual banter without animations or effects was rewritten and remade into a cutscene that we see in the game.
Ghillan'nain: Clouded hearts. Shadowed by fear, eclipsed by doubt. Rook: Ghilan'nain! Elgar'nan: You struggle fruitlessly, when you could kneel. If the player saved Minrathous and met Elgar'nan. Previously the first meeting with him depended on the city choice. Rook: And Elgar'nan! If the player saved Treviso. Rook: I'm guessing you're Elgar'nan!
Ghillan'nain: The ones from the fortress. Ghillan'nain: The ones that destroyed my Archdemon! Elgar'nan: You shall have your vengeance, my sister. Elgar'nan: Fen'Harel's last piece on the board, ours for the taking.
Elgar'nan: The Dread Wolf once commanded armies. Elgar'nan: Loyal warriors who lived by his command and died with his name on their lips. Elgar'nan: All dust. All forgotten. Elgar'nan: He will lead you to your doom, as he led countless others.
Elgar'nan: You owe Fen'harel nothing, for he has given you nothing. Elgar'nan: He harbors secrets like no other, for he has little else to comfort him. Elgar'nan: He has not shown you the true power of the dagger. Elgar'nan: He has not offered knowledge of the prison that holds him. Elgar'nan: All this and more I would gladly share. In exchange I ask only for your devotion.
Ghillan'nain: The world has grown thin-blooded. Its skies empty. Its spirits weak. Ghillan'nain: The Dread Wolf's Veil choked all glory from this place! Ghillan'nain: Once we found our new empire, I will bring us closer to the glories of old.
Ghillan'nain: I was once young. Foolish. I crafted creatures for beauty or grace. Ghillan'nain: But elegance did not suffice. There was always a lack! A complexity even I could not reach! Ghillan'nain: We will have the dagger. We will release the blight. Ghillan'nain: And I will unlock the final mysteries of blood, and flesh, and bone!
Ghillan'nain: The dragon fails! Elgar'nan: Its weak flesh could never substitute for your masterwork. Elgar'nan: When we are finished here, we shall gather for you the makings of the finest Archdemon yet.
Elgar'nan: (Snarls) Ghillan'nain: You were correct, Elgar'nan. These creatures fail our needs, again and again. Elgar'nan: It seems the way of this pale world. Elgar'nan: For now, patience. When retribution comes, it will be all the sweeter.
Elgar'nan: I see the Dread Wolf's game. I know his moves and the pieces he has arrayed against me. Elgar'nan: When next we meet, Rook, you will not be so fortunate.
My animation skills are quite rusty, sorry
(you need to view the image or you'll just like the post)
Since people liked it i made a toy that works on the computer: https://nick-nonya.itch.io/trampoline-toy Have fun!
Oh Hancock you would've loved the hit song National Anthem by LDR
Having a bit of a weird day, so here are some self-indulgent Solavellan headcanons:
Lavellan looks for fancy and exotic paints from all over Thedas during her travels, and brings them to Solas as a gift. He acts nonchalantly grateful, but he secretly paints her portrait with every new one she brings. and then she finds the mountain of portraits in the rotunda after he’s gone and falls into a depressive episode I mean what
Whenever they are on a mission near a forest, Solas and Lavellan run off during their resting time. They find a quiet peaceful corner with soft grass, under the shade of the trees. They fall asleep in each other’s arms, and explore the Fade together. Solas knows each destination by heart, but he holds her hand and lets her excitedly lead them anyway.
Tea-lover Lavellan cannot possibly accept that Solas hates EVERY tea. She insistently brings him new teas to try together, and eventually it becomes a thing. At some point, he actually started enjoying it. He does not tell her though, so that they continue trying new teas together.
Solas loves it when Lavellan listens to him talk, yes. But he equally loves watching her talk in return. About her clan, her childhood, her interests, her fears, her day, anything really. He gets to memorize how her eyes shine with excitement, how her brows furrow with annoyance. Each new subconscious quirk of hers he discovers feels like a gift.
We already know this thanks to flycam, but he cannot not hold her hand. Ever. During any moment that does not require certain professionalism, her hand is in his. Their companions tease them for it, but he cannot find it in him to care.
When she goes on long missions without him, Lavellan sends Solas letters describing her adventures in detail. She always makes sure to include words of affection, at first hesitant, but eventually heavy with longing. They are some of the very few things he keeps with him after he leaves.
End card for my inquisitor and solas 😌 they raise a cute little family and travel the world and fade
Sharing a neat Shadamy animation I did for a commission
“you look like a cut of fuckable meat. are you?”
Evanuris' theater masks
Maria lifted one arm, trembling, weak, as if the very air weighed her down. Her skin looked like it would bruise at a glance, like if he touched her, he might hurt her without meaning to. Her hand reached toward him, fingers outstretched. Something twisted inside Shadow. Not quite pain. Not quite rage. Resentment of knowing her sickness was why he existed. That he was crafted to save her.
And until now, no one had ever looked at him like he was anything more than that. No one had offered him warmth.
His voice, when it came, was hoarse. Unused.
“I was made… for you.”
I can't stop. I really like to draw them.😋
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