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cumbiazevran · 8 months
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also okay so these are my interpretations of each of the Pantheon's realm
Elgar'nan — Vengeance, protection and righteous anger. Lord over and under the sun, father of Gods, Magnificent among the rest of them. Lord of War, victory and love which knows no bounds. Bearer of loss. His is the light of the sun and the task of protecting the future of the Elvhen, there where no justice can serve.
Mythal — Justice, protection and wisdom. Lady over and under the moon, who comes and rules the sea, mother of Gods, Magnificent among the rest of them and loved by Elgar'nan. Lady of Strategy, public rejoice and stability. Bearer of growth. Hers is the hope in the night and the task of seeing over all civic life.
Dirthamen — Knowledge, Secrets and Piety*, of the unwavering loyalty and quickest of understandings. Heir to the time of Endless Creation which is to come after the War and, therefore, Heir of Mythal and Elgar'nan. Lord of Serenity and quiet but undying passion, his are the mountains and the stars. Undaunted by Fear and Deceit, all lies and betrayals are abhorrent to him. His is the task to record all history.
*Not to be mistaken with solidarity between peoples.
Falon'din — Time and death. The one untouched by Blight, who cannot be tainted by the Void. Scryer of the futures of Elvhenan because only he knows the weight of time involved in their becoming. Shepard of the Dead. Considered the Eldest in merit of the children of Elgar'nan and Mythal, first of the children to bear a realm. He's the only Creator/Evanuris who can actually understand and feel the passing of time. Because of this, he is owed reverence.
Sylaise — Creativity, diplomacy and peace. Lady of Fire and Home, who reminds of the importance of temperance in one's endeavours. She who gave the Elvhen the gift of creating beauty for beauty's sake. Lady of mourning, as she bears all that for war is lost. Hers are the arts, the gift of gab and of medicine, which she rules over with her brother Dirthamen, Heir of the Elvhen. Her is the task of peaceful resolution of disputes.
June — Resourcefulness, material creation, craftsmanship, commerce and mastery over one's actions. Giver of joy and kindness, pillar of peace as there cannot be peace in lacking, protector of quartermasters and workers alike, to whom nothing is impossible. Husband of Sylaise. His is the task of invention, as he bears the weight of curiosity and love which asks for nothing in return.
Andruil — Fortune, chances, sacrifice, births and rot. Lady of the Hunt and of Survival. Master of swiftness and over-looker of Oaths — to swear on her name and not complete the task is to invite bad luck to the oath-breaker. Lady of resolute action, who is predator and prey. Thematically, she is the most opposed to Sylaise.
Ghilan'nain — Dire circumstances, guidance, overcoming obstacles and navigation. Lady of crossroads and pathways, hers are the river-ways and trails. Protector of trailblazers and patroness of the inevitability of choice. Most beloved by Andruil. Bearer of travelling, and therefore, of yearning, distances, but also of discovery.
Fen'Harel — Deception, lies, illusions, missed opportunities and trickery. The compass to what is Not. Teacher of bitter lessons. Lord of Lost Youth, false hopes and exile. Bearer of Guilt and the cost of Pride. He is an omen of danger and is drawn by fear. Thematically, most opposed to Dirthamen.
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crowwithabrush · 5 months
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“Lethanavir, master-scryer, be our guide, through shapeless worlds and airless skies.” Falon'din - Guide of the dead
Previous: Ghilan'nein - X
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saintlethanavir · 1 year
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POV: they’re judging you
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kirstinetheartist · 1 year
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FUCK YOU *puts my friends ocs and my oc in slutty little dresses*
Commission Info | Gaelowen (left) belongs to @drag-on-age & Virelan (right) belongs to @rosella-writes
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tavtiers · 22 days
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A hypothetical god tier for Falon'Din from Dragon Age: the Prince of Light.
A Prince of Light is among those who alter knowing and perceiving. They are motivated by themselves to destroy awareness. (x) The Prince of Light wants to have control over things and enjoys knowing things others don’t. (x) They are the Promised Scholar, defined by control and awareness. (x) Their opposite is the Bard of Void. Their inverse is the Sylph of Void. They share their personality with the Seer of Blood. The Prince of Light would quest on a planet similar to the Land of Void and Light, reigned over by Hemera (Goddess of Daylight) or Apollo (God of the Sun). They would rise to ascension on the wings of moths. (x)(x)(x)
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thedinanshiral · 2 months
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Evanuris Who's who
This is just my personal and very intuitive interpretation of the Evanuris signature symbols. I base my take on recent art, general Evanuris lore and previous depictions of them, primarily mosaics from the Temple of Mythal in DAI. I know others have done this with nicer graphics but everything here is homemade and made with love -on my phone- so please bear with me..
First, from the trailer we got the first depiction of all these Evanuris symbols
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Andruil and Ghilan'nain are explained here.
Elgar'nan: it's front and center, as he's the top authority among them. Also, shows up in the trailer mural, implied to be one of the future enemies in the story and he's elvhen God of Vengeance so i'd say if anyone's gonna show up to get even with Solas that'd be him.
June and Sylaise: Possibly the Evanuris we know the least about, and if Solas didn't comment on them at the Temple of Mythal in DAI i'd say they were ok-ish? Either siblings or married (or both, because mythology). Most people think the sun-like one is Elgar'nan as he's the sun in the elvhen pantheon but Sylaise is the Hearthkeeper and nothing else remotely references fire or heat. Her mosaic at the Temple of Mythal shows her wearing a crown of leafs, of which this "sun" could easily be a stylized version. As for June, God of the Craft, all i have is ..it looks like a helmet.
Falon'din and Dirthamen: as Guide of the dead Falon'din is represented in the mosaics as holding a shepard's staff so i assigned him the symbol closest to a staff. As for Dirthamen, as Keeper of Secrets he's depicted in mosaics covering his mouth with both hands. On this first picture, simple 2D, neither headpiece can be fully appreciated, but one could say the "staff" one fits in the empty space of the other one, and these two were said to be inseparable, twin souls, with a bond that trascended any labels, shadow and reflection of one another.
Now, onto the vinyl covers. The first one here is Arlathan pre-disaster. We see the city with all its spires watched over by a huge dragon that for completion's sake i assigned as Mythal; while she lived, the world was in order, more or less. There's also a mysterious tiny figure below, hooded and holding a staff that kinda looks like Elgar'nan's symbol; at first i thought it could be Fen'harel but it actually fits as Elgar'nan or one of his people, because it's still possible he's responsible for her death.
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And now the best part, the alternative cover presents a much darker scenario, Arlathan falling. With the city crumbling down, a different, visibly aggressive/hostile dragon watching over it with horns that, yet again, resemble Elgar'nan's symbol, and hanging from the edge of its wings we see heads, each wearing an Evanuris headpiece. The mysterious hooded figure is gone here, the floating ground it stood on already gone.
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Once i put the names i noticed this placement, where the lovers are across each other, and the twins are directly facing each other (as you would a mirror); i found it a bit curious because this only works if we go with my assigned correspondences.
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Speaking of the twins, let's check this concept art for a bit. It depicts the party of heroes fighting off drakspawn while two dragons say hi in the background. But is it really two dragons? I see two heads ..but also only two wings. Could it be a double headed dragon?? Concidentally two Archdemons remain, and people have speculated what better way to fuck up Thedas than with two Blights at once? On top of Solas taking down the Veil and reshaping the fabric of reality, again. No such thing as a boring day in Thedas.
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Important to note is the remaining Archdemons correspond to the Old Gods Razikale the dragon of Mystery, and Lusacan, dragon of Night. If you adhere to the theory that says the tevinter Old Gods are actually the Evanuris -i've wrote on this extensively-, one possibility is Razikale corresponds with Dirthamen (dragon of mystery? keeper of secrets? potato potahto, same thing) while Lusacan corresponds with Falon'din (dragon of night? guide of the dead? darkness all around). If we've been right about these equivalences then this piece of art would be showing indeed a two-headed dragon, the Twins. Their bond so strong, so transcendental, so inseparable they return to the world as one, for a recharged Blight.
The only tiny detail against this is that Razikale is referred to as a she, whereas the twins are presumed to be male, however i don't let this take from my fun because ancient elves were very particular and their perception of sex and gender must have been like nothing we can think of today.
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salesart · 1 year
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wanted to draw Falon'Din in something villain-y with a cape
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transprincecaspian · 3 months
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ignoring the solas reference, the rest of this is interesting lore. we're made to assume that Tamlen and Mahariel are at least past their apprenticeship, but the Keeper doesn't tell them the name of their gods? I'd assume that Tamlen just forgot but... when you have named interactivity with the Dalish later it just seems... what was so wrong about Falon'Din???? especially because he's described as a friend of the dead and explicitly not an evil god. hmm.
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voiceofghilannain · 1 year
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Linking the Old God Symbols/Crowns and the Evanuris tldr:
Evanuris and Old Gods linked in my previous post.
Ghilan'nain and Dirthamen Symbols were taken from the mural with the two Evanuris.
Elgar'nan is the Sun.
Sylaise is linked to Urthemiel and the same crown appears in an elven mural with the figure looking feminine.
Andruil's symbol resembles a Hawke and also is liked to the other feminine figure in the murals with a bow structure above the head.
Falon'Din's is based on his vallaslin.
June is the most angular, just like his mural.
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dreadfulsanity · 2 years
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I always wondered why the mosaic of Fen’Harel is the only one depicting a wolf instead of a bald elf, like the others. 🤔
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dragon--sage · 1 year
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Falon’din and Urthemiel
Ok so this is a tiny, insignificant thing probably, but as I was watching Ghil Dirthalen’s analysis on the DA:D cinematic, I was really excited by the discussion of the symbols on the "tambourine" pictured in so much of the marketing, and how they possibly relate to the Evanuris and Old Gods. Click below for poetry and vague speculation and feels(?)!
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(The image is a screenshot from Ghil Dirthalen’s video, that shows their suggested lineup of how these symbols correspond with the biggies and baddies of legend!)
Specifically I was struck by the notion of Falon’din and Urthemiel being linked, as hinted at by their statues in DA:O having heads shaped similar to the three-pointed symbol on the tambourine above. It immediately reminded me of this stanza from a Wallace Stevens poem, “Sunday Morning”:
Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams, And our desires. Although she strews the leaves Of sure obliteration on our paths, The path sick sorrow took, the many paths Where triumph rang its brassy phrase, or love Whispered a little out of tenderness, She makes the willow shiver in the sun For maidens who were wont to sit and gaze Upon the grass, relinquished to their feet. She causes boys to pile new plums and pears On disregarded plate. The maidens taste And stray impassioned in the littering leaves.
Death (Falon’Din) is the mother of Beauty (Urthemiel) – you can’t have one without the other. Everything is temporary, and it’s that very fact that gives life meaning and poignance. 
(This logic also makes sense with Elgar’nan being matched up with the Old God of Night – you can’t have day [Elgar’nan, born of the sun] without the night [Lusacan].) 
I’m not sure how this will relate to the wider plot of DA:D, but I love this poem so much and thought maybe one of the writers for Dragon Age: Origins did too. (”Death is the mother of beauty”– what an absolutely METAL line!!!) 
It’s also worth noting (as Ghil Dirthalen does) that Urthemiel’s (and by extension Falon’din’s?) soul can be preserved via Morrigan’s ritual towards the end of Origins. This seems like something that has to have an impact down the line... though knowing Bioware, I definitely won’t see it coming.
(No one but fans of Solas need keep reading... lmao)
"Sunday Morning” is written in iambic pentameter, and posits that worship of a Divine being outside of Nature doesn’t make sense – nature is Divine.
There is not any haunt of prophecy, Nor any old chimera of the grave, Neither the golden underground, nor isle Melodious, where spirits gat them home, Nor visionary south, nor cloudy palm Remote on heaven’s hill, that has endured As April’s green endures; or will endure Like her remembrance of awakened birds, Or her desire for June and evening, tipped By the consummation of the swallow’s wings.
I image Solas reciting this to my Inquisitor, since it fits with his dreamy, lyrical, and grim way of speech... and his seeming distaste for most organized religions, and his deep love and respect for nature. (How did I find a way to turn this Evanuris/Old God speculation into something that gave me the Lost Elf Feels???? I’m not sure but I’m hurting)
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dinrenan · 2 years
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I just recently re-started playing Dragon Age to pass time (When I have it, that is) And I noticed something...
This side is fine
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This side, is also fine, but I noticed something wrong with the chin...
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And I mean THIS.
WHY IS IT SO SHORT, WHAT WAS I THINKING WHILE MAKING HER???
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And it's something that happened while making Falon'din (or how I pictured him in my story /more or less/)Too!
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Did...did I squash his face? Why does he remind me of an owl??
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I will have to spend some time With the Mirror in the Black Emporium...but I wonder why I have so much problems with faces XD
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saintlethanavir · 9 months
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Gazing at ocs instead of doom spiraling
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reimsdom · 2 years
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• Будет битва, но я её уже не увижу. Я ухожу туда, где цветут яблони •
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moonlightheretic · 1 year
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WIP WEDNESDAY:The Heretic
MAJOR SPOILER FOR THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE HERETIC 
TW under the line. 
Body Horror and Death 
Sticky and sweet, it snaked down my throat. Lips parted for another taste and my awareness dissolved with it.
A knobby stick pried open the lid and probed around, the bees’ fury provoked, but I sank my teeth into my reward regardless. A stolen honeycomb from my father’s precious bees. What were a few stings for a forbidden treat?
“Moon’Hwa! That’s not for you!” My Father stormed across the meadow with his fist in the air.
His face just as furious as his bees, but I could only feel sorrow as my eyes welled up, not for the stolen honey, not for the punishment that would ensue, but for the fact that he never reached me. I screamed as he was engulfed in a canopy of flames, smoke shrouding him in a twisting, undulating mass…that seemed to growl more than it burned.
It lashed out at me, coiled around my ankle and dragged me into its quaking depths.
My head slammed into broken tile, and I winced up at something dark and looming, 6 red eyes, unblinking as it perched over a Dawnstone casket. It whined as a shard of ice tore through its black fur, then its throat, and then one of his numerous eyes---“No! I bellowed at the top of my lungs. I scrambled towards it as it's body convulsed, I reached out with my arm to still it, only to find a knife in my hand, drenched in blood. The mass absolved of its shape and chuckled like pride. Light fled my vision as its seething fur extended into leathery wings, and it descended upon me.
Only it wasn’t me, I watched the man below me. His face marred with horror as my foaming teeth chiseled into his flesh and bone. Talek screamed, “Moon’Hwa! Save me!” Before tooth and rage became his fate.
My mouth expanded, canines growing and stretching and I along with them. Fangs contoured into arrows by the wind, lightning shackled sinews split the viscous air, as they pursued their target. Festooning into the figure of a woman remembered only by legend. A thousand arrows, a thousand glinting sharpened teeth, plunged into her body.
I prowled in circles around her, partaking in delight with every howl and wail of pain. She bled profusely, rivers of violet, black and blue, soppy, speckled expressions of blighted void-like creatures poured to the ground. She reeked of fresco paint.
Her flesh, so inundated, so structurally unsound, shattered and cracked liked plaster, and gave way, and these fangs of mine dove inside with a shriek that sounded more bird than dragon.
I was engulfed in raven feathers, the arrows raining upon a figure with nearly floor length hair, just as black as the feathers piling on the floor.
He watched me with a growing sneer, as the arrows morphed into shards of glass, each tiny reflection hinting towards something monstrous. They cut trenches into all foreseeable skin, striping him bloody and torn, their trails illustrating a haemal mirror, as each piece dug in. But he did not thrash and cry like the other one.
“Come, use me. See what you’ve become. Give this glass purpose, Pride.”
I was pulled in, claws dragging, and limbs locking, I didn’t want to see! I heard him cackle and sputter violently as laughter trembled through him.
Blood gurgled up from in between, only it was no longer red, it was a striking gold like an Eluvian’s frame. Solidifying the shards together, linked prisms beckoning me closer.
I peered inside his hollowed flesh unwillingly, six purple eyes glared back.
The figure of an elven man embodied the eyes of the wolf, the vallaslin blinking at me in an unnatural manner.
My ancestor spoke, but the words were guttural, hackled, displaced by vowels that sounded more like growls prolonging their edges.
“We are part of him. We are Keepers of Fen’Harel.”
His figure contorted and twitched, fur swarming his body with the wrath of a thousand bees. His form swelled and lengthened into something gargantuan.
“We are eternal.” It roared from its growing snout, tongue slathering over rapidly enlarging jowls.
Draconic wings ripped from its shoulders, claws extended into talons and horns bloomed from its head. Transformed into a beast that would reshape the world, the purple eyes now gleamed with a protesting red with diaphanous blue, a haze of crimson crackling around it’s wings. 
Golden honey dripped from its snapping jaws, and it tasted sickeningly sweet.  
Wrought with inconceivable terror, I screamed with as much capacity as my lungs would allow.
“Wake up,” The Beast barked, “Wake up!”  
 “Wake up.”
 My eyes yanked open, and I immediately twisted to my side and gagged. I caught the sight of leather boots below and I drew back, flattening myself against the cracked wall. My vision was not trustworthy yet, and I struggled to perceive my surroundings.
Solas was crouched in front of me with a calm expression, a spoonful of honey poised between his fingers.
“Did you have a nice dream?”
I didn’t answer him, or rather I didn’t hear him. I was too wrapped up in the cocoon of my own mind to process anything he said.
My ancestor never died.
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salesart · 1 year
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falon'din waking up from uthenera because his temple flooded or smth I dunno
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