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Hanal’Harel

Many years after Fen’Harel was locked behind the Veil, the elves of Thedas came together to build a new nation. The Dales, under Duchess Briala’s rule, flourished—both city elves and the Dalish that chose to join them lived free from shemlen oppression.

It is said on the nights the Veil is at its thinnest, a golden halla with a glowing leg can be seen standing at the outskirts of their growing cities. Only those with the sharpest eyes would spot the living shadow flanking it: a large wolf, dark as night, with six luminous eyes.

Hanal’Ghilan, those who once called themselves Dalish would whisper. The Pathfinder.

(It is only when a visiting Veil Jumper known as Rook laughs that the tavern goers pause in their tales.

“Of course they found a way out,” he whispered to himself, exasperated. “If it couldn’t hold him when he was alone, what more with both of them there?”

Rook declines to explain when asked. He downs another drink and covers his eyes with an arm, shaking his head.)

it’s thursday.

bonus (this one goes out to ArseQueef since i drew over his iconic edit):

History repeating itself.