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[madrar]

Soooo.  I wanted a make a playthrough with a Solavellan who can't bugger off at the end, but.... this is not going well.  

 

 

This is a disaster.   Someone with better tweaking skills than I have is going to have to take up the torch here. 

[Eivuwan]

Soooo.  I wanted a make a playthrough with a Solaslavellan who can't bugger off at the end, but.... this is not going well.  

 

 

This is a disaster.   Someone with better tweaking skills than I have is going to have to take up the torch here. 

 

Not sure what you are trying to do here lol. Something is wrong with his head.

[madrar]

Not sure what you are trying to do here lol. Something is wrong with his head.

 

The fact that it's huge and oddly bulbous?  Ayup.  And none of the eyebrows seem to fit.  And no cleft chin option.  And... and ugh.

 

I've given up, but I know somebody in here can whip up a decent Solavellan.

[Birdy]

Wow. That cranium.  

 

[Birdy]

Lol. In my attempt to not roll another Solas romance I've decided to go for Dorian.

I've never seen him smile till Dorian was asking to stay.

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[SamanthaJ]

[Brass_Buckles]

Omg you just reminded of one of my first thoughts as I was playing the game.

 

So it was right after the break-up and I was wandering around Skyhold kicking walls and being angry.  You know ... as we do.  I was trying to figure out Solas and it occured to me that he might be a spirit (then after I met Flemeth I wanted to march back up to him and demand if he was Fen'harel.  Does it bother anyone else that we can't tell him about Flemeth?  I imagine Lavellan marching up and snidely commenting that he was wrong, because she just met an elvhen god.). 

 

Anyways, I digress, what if Solas is a catalyst for change?  Like he wakes up every so often and shakes up the status quo.  Maybe he did it back with Andraste too.  It would explain why he is so knowledgeable, but doesn't know everything.  Like he wasn't awake for hundreds of years.  The books he checks out are mostly recent history with a couple of esoteric elvhen titles. 

 

I dunno I'm rambling I'll stop.

 

I actually have wondered if Solas, Fen'Harel, whatever you want to call him, was also once Shartan. There's speculation in the Dragon Age lore that Shartan may have been Andraste's lover, too... but that doesn't seem likely unless she'd been an elf.  And that would turn the Chantry on its head--so would the idea that she was a mage, which is another theory that came up in Dragon Age: Origins--and seemed to actually make a lot of sense, too.

 

What if we were to discover that Historical Figure Andraste, as opposed to Religious Figure Andraste, had been an elven arcane warrior?  (I doubt the elven part, though... she could have learned from the elves or even been elf-blooded.)

 

Religious Figure Andraste is another matter entirely and I think it's best the devs do keep in-game religious matters vague.   For instance, some insist Solas says the elven gods are basically just elven mages--but he never directly said that, only that deities as he understood them would not care about displays of power.  So it's up to us, the players, to decide if we think they are gods or something else.  Same goes for Solas himself.

 

I tend to believe they are meant to be something more than spirits, but maybe less than gods--or maybe not, since there have been all manner of pantheons in all manner of religions throughout Earth's history.  There were many gods in the Greek and Roman pantheons that the average person today wouldn't even know existed, because they were minor deities.  Solas doesn't seem to have any apparent issue with the Fen'Harel-bashing, but maybe that's why he dislikes the Dalish?  He does call the Maker a false god, until a banter with Cassandra when he says he could accept the Maker's existence.  His final romance scene, if you accept his gift of vallaslin-removal, also plays out like a religious experience--it's as if he's blessing the Inquisitor.  And I do not think his elven words translate to what he says, precisely.  I think they mean "I set you free," or something similar, not "You are free."

 

To me, it seems that Solas believes he is a god, or at the very least that he has god-like responsibilities to the world.  Notice that he never makes any overt displays of power, while criticizing Corypheus's overt displays of power.  He doesn't think Corypheus could ever be a god, not really, because of how he behaves.  Before I suspected he was Fen'Harel, I thought Solas might be making a bid for the Black City throne, himself.  That didn't last long; I suspected early on even though I was kind of surprised BioWare would put an ancient god in our party.  Now I think Solas's criticism is because Solas himself is a god, and perhaps it was actions like those of Corypheus that caused so many problems for Arlathan.

 

Speaking of godhood, though, I kind of wonder if DLC/expansions/etc might end up leading us to a place where the Inquisitor does go to the Black City and/or potentially gains godhood.

 

--And I wonder what Solas could tell us about the Golden City, if the Inquisitor were to learn he's actually Fen'Harel.  Surely he knows something?  Could be where the gods are stowed through the eluvians?  Would Fen'Harel have been able to seal away an entire city like that?  Could be where you have to go to gain the godly power of the elven gods, hence the rumor that taking the throne = becoming the one true god of the world?

 

Edited to add:  Wow, I went like... into three or four different topics splitting off from the original thought about how if Solas had influenced Andraste's time he MIGHT have possibly been Shartan.  Which is unlikely.  ... How did I get on to Solas thinking about himself as a god...?  ... Maybe I should go eat, so my brain will stay focused.

[jellobell]

--And I wonder what Solas could tell us about the Golden City, if the Inquisitor were to learn he's actually Fen'Harel.  Surely he knows something?  Could be where the gods are stowed through the eluvians?  Would Fen'Harel have been able to seal away an entire city like that?  Could be where you have to go to gain the godly power of the elven gods, hence the rumor that taking the throne = becoming the one true god of the world?

Ahahahaha, your comment just made me realize what the first thing my Inquisitor is going to do after Solas finally tells her that he's Fen'harel; ask ALL OF THE QUESTIONS.

 

Just imagine it, you've got an honest-to-god living legend in front of you, and you've been brought up with only crumbs of (mostly incorrect) knowledge. Solas had better have a lot of time on his hands, because my Lavellan ain't letting him go anywhere until he tells her everything she ever wanted to know about everything.

[Birdy]

Just about the god part.  It's one of the conversations. He says "I don't believe they were gods, but I believe they were real" Or something along those lines. I dont' think he thinks he's a god.

[vertigomez]

This. But also Sera points out that if she does take over, it'll just be her people on top doing the same bullcrap that the people who were on top before did. And Solas concedes that Sera has a point there.

I'm not sure he really does have a solution. He knows there's a problem but he can't figure out how to solve it, other than I suppose completely changing government from time to time before it becomes corrupt. He is very insistent--he says it more than once--that organizations cannot avoid corruption, even if individuals can.

Oooh, I just had a terrible thought. In one of his banters with Viv,

Vivienne: So, apostate. If the Circle is such a failure, what would be your solution. Would you have your fellow mages live among the people unguarded, unwatched?
Solas: Yes.
Vivienne: And when they became possessed, or used their power to harm..?
Solas: I would kill them. Magic is more elegant than a blade or a bow, but a murderer remains a murderer
Vivienne: So, you alone would pass judgment? Repay murder with murder? Or do we open this up to mobs and vigilantes? If you're going to dispense justice upon violent mages yourself, you'll need eternal life and omniscience.

Solas believes that groups of people, organizations, will inevitably become corrupt... but with Solas as the ultimate arbiter, perhaps the only man around with enough perspective, the only man so dedicated to freedom for all people that he'd give up his life and his love to pursue that goal... he asks Lavellan (if she drank from the Well) if she can bear seeing everything she worked for squandered by others... hmmmm...

It's like he wants to be a benevolent dictator - wants people to be free, but wants to make that choice for them, if that makes sense. One of his banters with Bull was him saying, "It doesn't matter that they're happy! It matters that they may choose!"

SOLAS, Y SO CONFUZ

[Eivuwan]

Ahahahaha, your comment just made me realize what the first thing my Inquisitor is going to do after Solas finally tells her that he's Fen'harel; ask ALL OF THE QUESTIONS.

 

Just imagine it, you've got an honest-to-god living legend in front of you, and you've been brought up with only crumbs of (mostly incorrect) knowledge. Solas had better have a lot of time on his hands, because my Lavellan ain't letting him go anywhere until he tells her everything she ever wanted to know about everything.

 

The first thing my quizzy is going to do is punch him because she doesn't even know that he's fen'harel lol

 

Edit: Oops, I misread. Nvm

[TheComfyCat]

I also have lots of questions about the Golden/ Black City. For instance, Corypheus says the City was already black when they arrived... does this mean that what they did was unleash the Blight that was contained there, instead of creating/ causing it? If that's the case, the Blights might be tied up in ancient Elven history as well.

[Eivuwan]

Oooh, I just had a terrible thought. In one of his banters with Viv,

Vivienne: So, apostate. If the Circle is such a failure, what would be your solution. Would you have your fellow mages live among the people unguarded, unwatched?
Solas: Yes.
Vivienne: And when they became possessed, or used their power to harm..?
Solas: I would kill them. Magic is more elegant than a blade or a bow, but a murderer remains a murderer
Vivienne: So, you alone would pass judgment? Repay murder with murder? Or do we open this up to mobs and vigilantes? If you're going to dispense justice upon violent mages yourself, you'll need eternal life and omniscience.

Solas believes that groups of people, organizations, will inevitably become corrupt... but with Solas as the ultimate arbiter, perhaps the only man around with enough perspective, the only man so dedicated to freedom for all people that he'd give up his life and his love to pursue that goal... he asks Lavellan (if she drank from the Well) if she can bear seeing everything she worked for squandered by others... hmmmm...

It's like he wants to be a benevolent dictator - wants people to be free, but wants to make that choice for them, if that makes sense. One of his banters with Bull was him saying, "It doesn't matter that they're happy! It matters that they may choose!"

SOLAS, Y SO CONFUZ

 

Solas contradicts himself quite often. I think they did that on purpose to make it difficult for us to guess his intentions. It does seem like he's a snob who think it's better to have a benevolent dictator than other types of governments.

[Mims]

I've been stalking deadendthrills.com. Not a lot of Solas shots up yet, but damn some of these are amazing. 

 

Very jelly of these super computers. I hope one with one of the Fen'Harel statues shows up. 

[jellobell]

Oooh, I just had a terrible thought. In one of his banters with Viv,

Vivienne: So, apostate. If the Circle is such a failure, what would be your solution. Would you have your fellow mages live among the people unguarded, unwatched?
Solas: Yes.
Vivienne: And when they became possessed, or used their power to harm..?
Solas: I would kill them. Magic is more elegant than a blade or a bow, but a murderer remains a murderer
Vivienne: So, you alone would pass judgment? Repay murder with murder? Or do we open this up to mobs and vigilantes? If you're going to dispense justice upon violent mages yourself, you'll need eternal life and omniscience.

Solas believes that groups of people, organizations, will inevitably become corrupt... but with Solas as the ultimate arbiter, perhaps the only man around with enough perspective, the only man so dedicated to freedom for all people that he'd give up his life and his love to pursue that goal... he asks Lavellan (if she drank from the Well) if she can bear seeing everything she worked for squandered by others... hmmmm...

It's like he wants to be a benevolent dictator - wants people to be free, but wants to make that choice for them, if that makes sense. One of his banters with Bull was him saying, "It doesn't matter that they're happy! It matters that they may choose!"

SOLAS, Y SO CONFUZ

I don't think he sees himself as benevolent dictator material. He knows he isn't infallible, and the one time he tried a big, sweeping change it turned everything to ****. Perhaps that's why he's hesitant to come up with solutions. Solutions are tricky things, which he knows from bitter experience.

 

And I don't see him as wanting to make choices for people. He wants people to have the right to make choices in the first place. That's why he hates the Qun. He believes in "the right of all free-willed people to exist".

[Cheerios789]

@Brass_Buckles

 

Speaking of powerful people who turned out to mages ... if you collect all of the landmarks in the Hinterlands you find out that the famous Tyrdda was a mage.  It is explicitly stated that if she had not acted as she did it is likely that Fereldan would have fallen before it even began. 

 

So, I mean.  Powerful mage heroes popping up at perfect times during history and saving their people is not a new idea.  I wonder how many others we could find?  I personally think Andraste was a mage.  I mean Bioware wouldn't drop heavy hints like that without a reason.

 

As to whether or not Solas sees himself as a god.  I think he does, but only by association.  I think he sees himself as as powerful as the other elvhen deities.  If they were more than mages or spirits ... whatever.  He thinks himself the same.  He definitely shoulders god-like responsibilities and sense of duty.  Which is ... troubling.  Because you are all right there is something painfully mortal about him. 

[Sable Rhapsody]

Alright so. I'm done and thought I'd share. It's really, really rough, I haven't had anyone look at it or edit it or check it for grammar or spelling but it's late and now I'm..well, now I have to go find my husband. For reasons.

It's pretty graphic but not as much as I intended. My last fic included Sebastian, Anders, Lady Hawke, and marble statue. THAT was graphic. Hahah.

NSFW.

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Maybe gonna be kind of long.

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“Solas?”

Solas didn't even look up from his book. “Yes?” he responded, sounding distracted. She enjoyed evenings like this- so far and few between really. There was always something to do, somewhere to go, and evenings were more likely spent at camp, exhausted and dirty. Being at Skyhold was a treat, with clean sheets and hot water and tea. Tea that sat next to Solas, untouched and cold.

It was a habit they had easily fallen into at Skyhold. Over dinner they would talk of the day, the strategy, and she would listen to his advice and council. He knew much, and they would spend hours debating, theorizing and planning over wine. Tonight, of course, he was pouring over one of his many books and she had other ideas.

“Remember the other day on our way back from the crossroads- when Blackwall asked you about...” she paused, searching for the most delicate way of approaching the subject. “..uh...your relationships with spirits?” She took a quick sip of tea and looked back down into the book she had open in front of her, the blush spreading prettily across her freckled nose.

“I usually try to avoid remembering what Blackwall has to say when he has been spending too many evenings with Sera and Dorian at the tavern.” Solas still did not look up from his book, switching one open book now to another to cross reference.

“Yes, well.” She leaned back in her chair. “I just wondered if you had...I mean, you never really answered him. I just wondered if you..had...uh..had those kinds of relationships. With spirits. Before. In the fade.”

He looked up now, an eyebrow raised. She immediately regretted asking, and quickly took a sip of her own lukewarm tea.

Solas sat back in his chair, his expression unreadable. If anything, he was no longer distracted, though she desperately wished he was, wished he would stop looking at her with those piercing blue eyes. He always made her nervous. When he looked at her it was too much, like her skin was on fire.

“It's not really important. I just..I mean, I..forget I asked.”

He smiled now. “There are many pleasures one can find in the fade if one knows where to look. The fade is full of thoughts, emotions, dreams, passions and desires as much as it is full of fear, despair, loneliness and hate.”

“That's not exactly an answer.” she replied.

“No, it is not. Forgive me.” He closed his book now and smiled again. “You can always tell when we are near a rift, can you not?”

“Yes, of course..my mark..” she began.

“Not only the mark, no. When we are near the rifts the veil is thin, electric. I have seen it affect you, though it may be something you do not notice. A shiver, perhaps, like a breeze across your skin. In the fade, physicality is not the same as it is in the waking world. Pleasures found here are not the same as in the fade. A man and a woman may find pleasure with each other and yet in the fade, find the same pleasure but in a different way.” He ignored his cold cup of tea and poured himself a small glass of wine instead. “There are many ways of finding pleasure in the spirit world, but not in the way you imagine. I have not sought it out in many years.”

Why did he have to be so damn confusing. What was wrong with “yes” or “no”? The frustration and confusion must have shown on her face because he smiled again. “I don't understand. How is...that...different?”

“It is hard to explain. The fade has many curious affects. It magnifies fear, lust, pleasure, pain. What you feel here you may feel there tenfold. You may feel desire and passion and even lust without even being touched, like a thousand fingertips sliding up your spine, heat pooling at the center of your body. There are spirits of desire and pleasure, though most are familiar with their demon counterparts.” Solas took a sip of his wine again, his blue gaze darkening as he stared at her. He was not smiling now and she felt the heat of his gaze in her belly.

“As I said,” he continued, “It is not something I looked for- not for a very, very long time.”

She felt very silly now for having asked such a question. Damn Sera was beginning to be a very bad influence. Heat flushed her cheeks and she stood. “It's getting late...if we leave for Val Royeux tomorrow I should get some sleep.”

Solas stood as well, watching her quietly. He stepped closer to her, his hand against her cheek. “Do not worry. Ma vhenan'ara. ” his hand cupped her cheek, his mouth lowered to her lips for a soft, brief kiss. “Era hamin ”

Annoyed with herself, she made her way down the main hall to her quarters. She would never be able to fall asleep at this point. The rest of Skyhold was quiet, the fires burning dim. Opening her door and closing it behind her, she leaned against it, sighing. Solas made her feel...everything. Sure, they had spent time together, fought together....kissed twice, but then of course never spoken of what was between them, or what it could be.

She fell into bed and stared up at the rafters. He made her skin burn, with his gaze, his touch. Didn't he know how much he affected her? Then, of course, she had to go and ask a stupid question and ruin their quiet evening. That would teach her to spend any more afternoons on the roof with Sera.

Sometime later, she awoke, drowsy and disoriented. Turning over, she felt the grass beneath her hand. Grass? Obviously, she wasn't in her bed. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Where...” she began, looking around her. Well. This was different. A warm breeze slid against her skin, rustling the grass beneath her, tickling her bare legs. The moon was full, shining pale against the ground, stars sparkling through the high, large trees. She was in some kind of clearing.

“Beautiful, is it not?” a voice spoke behind her. She turned around. Of course. Solas. He stood there, head tilted to one side, watching her.

“Am I dreaming?” she asked, searching his face.

“We are in the fade. It is both a dream and real.” He took a few steps toward her, closing the distance. “You were troubled this evening by my words. I frustrated you.”

She sighed. “No. Yes. I don't know.”

“I thought perhaps it would be best if I show you. You see, pleasures in the fade are...often too ...intense for many people. Spirits transform in the fade. Passions...” he paused,close enough now to touch. “...transform people with weakness of character, soul. They turn them from passion and love to hate and jealousy.”

“You are different, though, are you not? I have never met anyone with strength such as yours. Your soul is strong, your light never flickers.”

He touched her hair, his eyes never leaving her face.

“I will show you.”

Cupping her cheek, his mouth took hers hungrily. The intensity of it nearly brought her to her knees. His free hand slid around her waist, pulling her body close. He tasted of wine..and something she could not identify. It was heady, intoxicating. This kiss was different. This meant..more. There was nothing but this moment, the feeling as though this moment was all that ever mattered.

He broke the kiss and lowered her back to the grass.

Speaking was no longer required. His mouth took hers again, dominating. His hand on her body, hand in her hair. Nothing mattered. Her body was on fire, she felt every inch of her skin tingling, electric, hot. The heat was liquid and pooled at her core. His mouth branded hers, his very touch scorching. She could feel their magic, touching, rising and falling, two cores throbbing with want.

Her shirt was off and she didn't even know how it was, only that she was glad, only that she craved the air on her bare skin, the dew on the grass and sweat leaving it glowing, damp. His hands were touching her everywhere, leaving her gasping for air, each part of her body crying for attention. He did not fumble. He was not unsure, nor gentle. He demanded, took, required, and she gave it gladly, willing.

His mouth left hers and let his kiss assault her body, a hot trail down her neck that threatened to overtake her. His hands were on her breasts, kneading, touching, pinching until the electric current traveled through her. She could not think, nor form words- what was this? This was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She felt her body hum with magic, felt the wet slickness of her core, knew only of the need, the hunger, for his body to take hers and claim it.

She was naked now, warm and spread beneath the full pale moon. She grasped at the grass as his mouth hungrily sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, his hand sliding to grip her thigh. This was a second nature to him, he controlled her body, her response, she felt his need as strongly as she felt her own. This moment was for them, for them to take and to give, to live and to love, to take pleasure and comfort and to give themselves to one another.

She whimpered as his mouth left one nipple and took the other, sucking, biting lightly. His hand slid down her flat stomach, his knee spreading her legs apart slightly. This was death, this was death, this exquisite torture that threatened to make her explode. She arched her back as he slipped a finger between her legs, and then two, moving within her. She rode his hand, rocked her body against him, grinding, hollow inside, legs weak and shaking. The pleasure came quickly then, and it was not what she expected. It started small, like a spark, and built into a throbbing center of fullness, magic and lust and desire..and then it exploded into a million pieces, and she cried out and he took her mouth then, silencing her, moving above her.

The heavens shattered above them as he slid himself into her wet core, the world melted away and all there was was the two of them, reaching, riding, joined as one and there was fire and ice and mouths joined and secrets unsaid and yet laid bare. He rode her hard, each thrust more intense than the last, each moment threatened to be their undoing. She gave of herself freely, felt him give the same to her and they exploded together in pleasure, intensity, intoxicating lust. She felt him groan, the first slip of control he showed, as he collapsed against her body, filling her over and over again with his liquid fire until the world went black.

“Ma sa'lath.” He whispered.

Heh. I couldn't think of a proper ending.

 

So very turned on.  And inspired for more smutty fanfiction

[Birdy]

@Brass_Buckles

 

Speaking of powerful people who turned out to mages ... if you collect all of the landmarks in the Hinterlands you find out that the famous Tyrdda was a mage.  It is explicitly stated that if she had not acted as she did it is likely that Fereldan would have fallen before it even began. 

 

So, I mean.  Powerful mage heroes popping up at perfect times during history and saving their people is not a new idea.  I wonder how many others we could find?  I personally think Andraste was a mage.  I mean Bioware wouldn't drop heavy hints like that without a reason.

 

As to whether or not Solas sees himself as a god.  I think he does, but only by association.  I think he sees himself as as powerful as the other elvhen deities.  If they were more than mages or spirits ... whatever.  He thinks himself the same.  He definitely shoulders god-like responsibilities and sense of duty.  Which is ... troubling.  Because you are all right there is something painfully mortal about him. 

There are quite a lot of parallels to Andraste and Quizzy.  Love of a God, leading the world to peace.

[Brass_Buckles]

I also have lots of questions about the Golden/ Black City. For instance, Corypheus says the City was already black when they arrived... does this mean that what they did was unleash the Blight that was contained there, instead of creating/ causing it? If that's the case, the Blights might be tied up in ancient Elven history as well.

 

Well, someone--Mother Giselle I think--tells the Inquisitor that Corypheus could very well be lying.  I mean after all who do you wanna trust, Cory or the Chantry?

 

Hmmm... evil ancient magister, or religious organization that nearly wiped out Lavellan's people... You're both filthy scheming liars!

 

My perspective as a player is that Corypheus... wasn't lying.  The Golden City had already been despoiled; that's why he was sent to investigate.  But Corypheus saw it was empty and decided, instead of just checking it out and going home, to try to become the god-king of everything.  Whether the throne actually has the capacity to grant that, we don't know.  I'm guessing it doesn't, actually.

 

It could also certainly be that the Black City was never, ever golden in the first place, and that it is a real place sealed away in the Fade where no one can reach it because it's too dangerous to exist in the real world.  But in that case, what is sealed up in there?

 

I do believe Solas would know, assuming Lavellan could get past his being Fen'Harel (you know how Dalish feel about Fen'Harel, so even with the additional information the reaction is likely to be... not good) for long enough to ask.

[nightwolf667]

I don't actually know if he has a plan. That's kind of what got him into this mess, isn't it? 

 

He saw a problem with how the world was, and "fixed it." But didn't really have a plan for what happened next, other than going to sleep and seeing what happened when he woke up?

 

Now he just sees that things are "worse," so he's trying to undo his last mistake. But chances are, he still doesn't have a plan for what happens when he succeeds. He's just gonna see what happens and (probably) leave it as a mess for someone else (future protagonist) to clean up. 

 

Yeah, when I say he has a plan I mean that he's got a plan on how to get to his end goal. I agree that he doesn't have one for what comes after that. I love the use of chess and poker er Wicked Grace to describe him because it exposes his flaws (though I'm not sure that's intentional). The use of games to describe his intelligence plays back into the fact that at his heart, he's an academic. He's theorizing about how the world should be or how he would prefer it to be, instead of sitting down in the dirt and figuring out how to make it that way. He's a dreamer both figuratively and literally. He's good at getting from point A to point B, but the problem with a game is that it's all theoretical and at some point it ends. People are more complicated than that.

 

His plans will work so long as everyone fits inside their nice little box. His solution will work because it's his solution, but he never asks whether or not anyone in the current time wants it. I also doubt he's expecting to survive it. Whether they do or not is irrelevant anyway because to him they aren't actually real. He's a man out of time, out of touch. It makes a lot of sense that the party member he relates to best and cares about most is Cole, a spirit who is also not from this world.

 

I like the Lavellan/Solas relationship so much because through their interactions (entirely accidentally on his part) she stops being a pleasant dream and becomes real to him. The minute he realizes that she's real, her feelings are real, his feelings are real, and she matters in the forever kind of way that's when he has to break it off. Basically, when he looked into her eyes and knew he never want to leave, that was the moment he woke up.

 

Of course, true to form he can't get off the path.

[Sable Rhapsody]

There are quite a lot of parallels to Andraste and Quizzy.  Love of a God, leading the world to peace.

 

Which my quizzy hates.  The whole Herald of Andraste thing just bothers her; I think she still flinches when she hears it, even though it's been a title of hers for a while now.  It's not about Andraste or the Maker.  She just feels like no one could shoulder a burden like that, all the astronomical expectations that come from being compared with someone like Andraste.  She's not willfully blind to the parallels because it's not in her nature to do that, but it bothers her a lot.  Probably more so when she works out that Solas is the Dread Wolf.

[Eivuwan]

Sometimes it's hard to imagine how much more powerful Solas must have been in the past to do all these things that we think he did. Now he's no more powerful than Lavellan in terms of raw power. Well before he

 

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absorbed Mythal's soul anyway.

 

I wonder if he can ever get back to that level.

[Cheerios789]

There are quite a lot of parallels to Andraste and Quizzy.  Love of a God, leading the world to peace.

 

Odd rag-tag team of rebels ... drastic overhauls to the status quo ... massive social change ... the quizzy is essentially a demi-god by the end and people were already asking whether there was going to be a canticle added just for her.

 

But yes, for Lavellans there is also the love of a god.  Though whether ours will reach down and offer us a seat in heaven is another question.  Of course Andraste's story ended with betrayal and death.  Let us not forget who was seated in Judas' position in that promo pic.  Will Solas be our Maferath and not our Maker?  Or is he Shartan, doomed to be forgotten and overlooked. 

 

Of course there are also a lot of parallels to Flemeth's original story and Andraste.

[Eivuwan]

The Andraste and Maker story is not really the same as the Solas and Lavellan story. The former is based on Christian beliefs and the latter seems like it's based more on Greek Mythology. Greek gods are a lot more flawed and the mortals who become their lovers tend to not fare well.

[vertigomez]

I don't think he sees himself as benevolent dictator material. He knows he isn't infallible, and the one time he tried a big, sweeping change it turned everything to ****. Perhaps that's why he's hesitant to come up with solutions. Solutions are tricky things, which he knows from bitter experience.
 
And I don't see him as wanting to make choices for people. He wants people to have the right to make choices in the first place. That's why he hates the Qun. He believes in "the right of all free-willed people to exist".

I knew as soon as I typed it that "benevolent dictator" was a poor choice of words. It's so complicated because... that scene with Flemythal, he seemed so certain - and yeah, resigned and sad - but convinced! Like he was a man with a plan... he says that the People need him, and I guess I took that to mean that he's got something in mind.

He's heartened by Lavellan's "keep trying!", so I hope he does. On the other hand, I'm terrified he will.