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The Reluctant Inquisitor

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My Characters Stonebreaker Blog (original fiction)
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❝When’s the last time you ate?❞ for Lyn and Tam after he lost Nesi

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Lynmyath & her son, Tamralan. (belongs to @saphyremelodies)

He’d been out there all day, the others told her. Staring at the spot where they cut her down, idly stabbing the dirt with his dagger. 

They must have been worried, that they’d come to her for help.

“Fight’s over, da’len,” Lynmyath said bluntly, settling both hands on the end of her walking stick. “You can stop stabbing now.”

Tamralan looked back at her, pain bleary in his eyes, a scowl that made him look like an unruly teenage boy again. “Don’t call me ‘da'len’. You’re the last person who gets to call me that." 

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“…you think our vallaslin are slave markings? Sounds like a hot pile of Fen’harel dung to me. Sylaise’s roots weaving up my arm onto my neck are my way of connecting with the forest, whose roots carry water like our veins carry blood.”

-Lynmyath, Hahrenaan of Clan Lavellan

— I cannot thank @xla-hainex​ enough for bringing Lynmyath to life in all her salty gloriousness! You did such an amazing job pulling together inspiration from my massive pile of references and creating a look that feels authentically her.

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Lynmyath Lavellan Hahren’aan of Clan Lavellan / non-Inquisitor OC

Full Name: Lynmyath Arlisvhalla Lavellan Age: 90 as of 9:41 Dragon Height: 4′10″ Origin: The Free Marches, in the forests near Wildervale Profession: Hahren’aan, the most senior of the clan’s hahren. Responsible for guiding the Keeper in matters of Dalish tradition and precedent, and overseeing the other hahren in the education of the clan’s da’len. Hobbies: weaving baskets & textiles, thwacking miscreants with her walking stick, smoking elfroot, scaring da’len into behaving with parables and fables. Type: ISTP-A | type 6: the loyalist | chaotic neutral Class / Spec: Rogue / Artificer Skill: Bow Orientation: Demi-bisexual

Core Motivations: certitude, understanding the way things are and work, keeping excited and occupied, security in belief or community  Core Fears: Deprivation, physical helplessness or disability, loss of self confidence, being without support or guidance, harm coming to loved ones At Her Best: Perceptive, Energetic, Creative, Practical, Spontaneous, Rational, Hardworking, Courageous, Dedicated, Loyal, Endearing, Self-sufficient, Great in crisis, Hands-on, Nonconformist, Witty, Coordinated At Her Worst: Stubborn, Insensitive, Divisive, Disparaging, Volatile, Sarcastic, Belligerent, Fanatical, Paranoid, Wary, Isolationist, Impersonal, Aloof, Bitter, Petty, Retaliative, Reclusive, Temperamental, Fickle, Restless

(backstory & mods under the cut)

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ASK AND YE SHALL RECIEVE.

Family: Bonded at 18 to her clanmate, Mihren. From a very young age, they were the clan’s two best archers, in constant rivalry with one another that they only later realized was love. They tried for years to concieve, praying and making offerings to Sylaise over fire daily, but eventually Lynmyath was deemed barren. At fifty-one, she had given up hope for children of her own, instead focusing her efforts on the safety and fecundity of her clan. To assure this, she labored over one final offering for an entire year: an extravagantly woven tapestry of the threads and fibers Sylaise taught the people to spin from plants of the forest. Within one moon of its burning, she fell pregnant, giving birth to a healthy son, Tamralan (belongs to @saphyremelodies). One winter, after forty years together, Mihren died of a mundane illness. Tamralan was six. Lynmyath hasn’t been the same since. 

Role in the clan: Hahren’aan, the most senior of the clan’s hahren. Whereas the Keeper is responsible for recovering and deciphering lost lore of the people, the hahren’aan is responsible for guiding the Keeper in matters of Dalish tradition and precedent, and overseeing the other hahren in the education of the clan’s da’len. The role goes to the member of the clan who has been with the clan the longest, who is usually also the eldest of the clan. Her re-tellings of the stories about the gods are always…notoriously colorful.

Conclave: Lynmyath, despite being fairly traditional, formed an unlikely friendship with Avira, a city elven orphan who was taken in by the clan. Most in the clan avoided Lynmyath because of her surly attitude, and most avoided Avira because of her heritage. Avira recognized Lynmyath’s difficulty walking as something her mother had treated in her clinic, so in the course of her trading, she took it upon herself to secure Lynmyath the medication she needed to regain a lot of her mobility. In exchange, Lynmyath defends Avira’s right to be part of the clan against the more prejudiced among the hahren. When Lynmyath goes to the Conclave, Avira accompanies her, serving as a guide savvy in the ways of the outside world. Lynmyath blames herself for the girl’s death.

Relationship with Solas: very tense, especially in the beginning and at the very end. His initial irreverence towards her people rubs her the wrong way, and she finds it absurd how he carries on like he is old at what couldn’t be more than forty years of age. Despite her demeanor, he grows to respect her for her determination and judge her by her actions, which are consistently both thoughtful and practical. As she grows more comfortable with him, she takes to mockery, calling him shan’uva (old egg) and being legitimately fascinated by his relationships with nature and spirits. By the end, they form what I would call a friendship, her knitting him things, him easing her arthritis. But all that is dashed during the Exalted Council. From the instant she finds out he is the Dread Wolf, she is deeply hurt, and doesn’t trust another word that comes out of his mouth, not even that he isn’t truly the villain of Dalish legend. She takes it to be just another lie from the trickster’s mouth, one she will not fall prey to. (Here’s some Trespasser banter between them).

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