Dragon Age Mallarky

What if Solas never visited it because when last he did, this prickly fragment of Mythal wanted to kill him?

What if when the Mythal fragment says Solas likes to cultivate his own memories, she's doing the same in that moment, cultivating her own. This broken fragment says she loves him still, but what if, at that point its so warped in how she sees it because this spirit fragment has been so alone for so long stewing in bitterness.

Morrigan doesn't go with Rook to meet this fragrmented Mythal (the fragment that is the most like the actual Mythal) and it's because it will attack her on sight if she goes with Rook. Because of the sister fragment Morrigan carries. Morrigan is afraid of it - on behalf of herself? Or the fragment within her? Or both - let's face it, Morrigan in previous games did NOT want that fate of her own mother.

In the war room before the final battle when the topic of Mythal is brought up Morrigan immediately looks concerned and says that is a great power not to be used lightly. She doesn't say no, but something always made me wonder if there was a reason she was afraid of this fragment.

And what if that fear from Morrigan is not wanting to be possessed by yet another fragment and that bringing the two fragments together fuses them?

What if, by Morrigan calling forth Mythal's essence, she fuses the two fragments into one and it ends up possessing her? The exact fate she never wanted.

And what if that's another reason why Solas kept that fragment locked away, it was always looking for a way out and perhaps tried to possess him as well and he stayed away, locked it away.

These are for my Solavellan fanfic, Divergent Paths.

Chapter 12: Crossroads

Chapter 14: Monster

“Am I needed for something?” “No, kid. I just wanted to check on you.” Answered Varric. He fished in his pocket and found his pipe. “I’m fine.” Said Dia, giving him a smile. It was true, oddly enough, given the events of the day. “U-huh. Talk to me, kid.” Said Varric. He picked a spot on the ground at her left, facing the stream like she was, and sat. “What would you like me to say?” She asked, continuing to work on the braid. Varric stuffed his pipe, then lit it, taking a few popping puffs to get it going. “I don’t want you to say anything. I just thought you might want to talk.”

Chapter 15: Religion

“I want to learn. I always wanted to learn. I don’t want to just savagely throw fire around, base and instinctual.” Dia felt defensive, she did not want Solas to see her as some magic barbarian, she knew he disliked the Dalish already. “It was not an insult, Lethallan. Quite the opposite. Elves have magic in their blood. What is unnatural is the elves who posses no magical abilities.” Explained Solas in a very calm, lilting voice. “Oh. That’s an uncommon take. Not even the Dalish believe that we should all have magic. I think… that notion would terrify most people.”  Said Dia. “Indeed.” Solas reached out to offer the staff back to Dia. She took it, placing her hand a little distance under his hand, careful not to touch. Even as she did, she wondered what it would have been like if their hands did accidentally touch.

These are illustrations I made for my Solavellan longfic Divergent Paths. It is a work in progress, but there are 33 published chapters available already and I have a plan and ending for the fic, I won't abandon it.

This is for my Solavellan Longfic Divergent Paths.

“Come in, come in! Have a seat, there’s chairs over there and refreshments! I do hope you will try my pumpkin bread, I am trying a new recipe, they should be moist, not dry like last time. We have red wine and mead, which would you like?” The horsemaster’s wife was a friendly doting lady, ushering them in, smiling wide at everyone. The wooden house had a much different atmosphere with her presence and hospitality. Even Dia’s frown had disappeared for the moment. Solas let himself be ushered to one of the chairs by the table and sat, resting his staff by the wall. The pumpkin bread on the table smelled sweet. The house was crowded, and some were clearly sitting on borrowed chairs. Elaina insisted everyone sit and had drinks poured – Solas accepted a mug of mead. The platter of pumpkin bread got passed around and everyone had to take a slice before Elaina allowed her husband to speak and get to business. As a strategy, it was a sound one. It was much harder to appear imposing while munching on what turned out to a be, a sugar-syrup drenched vaguely pumpkin adjacent bread, that was actually cake. Solas licked his thumb to catch the drop of syrup running down the length of it.

These accompany chapters of my Solavellan Longfic, Divergent Paths.

Bonus illustration for Chapter 16: Packmaster.

Chapter 17: Warden. We finally recruited Blackwall!

Chapter 18: Fool. I love elfroot and the Blackwall banter about it. 😉

Chapter 19: Pamplemousse. We made it to Val Royeaux! Almost.

Dia followed the others, hefting her pack. The tavern door opened to a spacious room with tall ceilings and elaborate chandeliers laden with burning wax candles. The warm light illuminated colourful walls depicting dancing citrus fruit drinking from comically large bottles of wine. The support pillars had decorative mouldings at the top and colourful banners with words embroidered on them stretched from wall to wall. Cassandra stepped to the bar, where a human man with a moustache was polishing a glass. “Bonjour Madame, what can I get you?” Said the moustachioed man. “Bonjour. We would like some rooms for the night please.” Answered Cassandra. “Do you have an… reservation?” Asked the man in a heavy Orlesian accent. “No, we do not.” Said Cassandra, clearly a bit surprised. “I see. I am afraid we only have two rooms available tonight, and ze rabbits cannot stay ‘ere. Ze accommodation for them is across the street, and no guarantee zere will be room anyway.” Said the man in a bored monotone. Dia just blinked, needing a minute to let the words sink in. Varric hissed and Cassandra reacted. Loudly. “Excuse me!?” “You ‘eard me, Madame. Zis establishment does not offer mixed accommodations. Ze elves will have to go across the road. The sign says ‘Cobbler’, but ze upstairs belongs to the Pamplemousse Ivre. You must ask at ze desk.” The innkeeper remained unbothered by Cassandra’s offence. Dia almost admired him. If Cassandra looked at her the way she did now at this moustachioed man, Dia would try and find the nearest hole to hide in. “You cannot be serious. This is clear discrimination.” Fumed Cassandra. “I assure Madame, le Pamplemousse Ivre operates in accordance with Orlesian law. If you have any complaints, I advise you to take it up with your local representative.” Droned the human, he sounded bored and rehearsed.

Chapter 09: Herald

Chapter 10: Name

Bonus illustration for Chapter 10: Name.

I couldn't decide wich scene was most important, so I made both for this chapter! 😁

Chapter 11: Practice

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Scene interpretation of my Inquisitor Ilaan Lavellan with her Dread Wolf. She would be right in the middle of that final battle the whole time! Face close up under the cut.

As Neve once said, it's good to have a friend who can dissect and examine a suspicious corpse before the incompetent police do

And she wept, because she knew. It finally made sense.

this is actually the first drawing i finished this year 🙆‍♀️