Vallaslin. They are slave markings. The Dalish claim they honour the Gods - the Keepers tell them that these are the symbols of the Gods. It is not so. A noble would mark his slave to honour the God he worshipped. The Gods being the Evanuris, the Masters of all, powerful mages who dared claim Godhood as their due for their strength.
[ Thranduil knows, now. Solas would not be fool enough to think that this will remain a secret for long, but the knowledge has always been there for the Dalish to take: they were simply unwilling to listen. There are things he would not tell them himself, knowing their reaction, but...
He is old, and he is tired, and he fighting to reclaim so much that was lost to him. His plan is set, he simply needs the parts to fall into place. Corypheus' end is simply one of those things. ]
I never left, Mellon nin. I slept, long into the millennia, and I watched as ages passed me by. I waited to have the strength to return, I hoped that the People would be enjoying the fruits of their freedom... But it was not so.
[ Solas turns, does not watch his friend drink, cannot bear to look upon him. His sadness is etched upon his face, surely. ]
I cannot love them they way that they are. Not when I see the scorn in their eyes and the ignorance in their hearts. I had tried, but in comparison to the People they try and claim to be...
[ His breathing is quiet, and he bows his head. There might be tears, but he forces his face away, to hide them from the one who might witness them. He is hurt, and he is shattered, but he will rebuild once more. He will be Solas again when the morning comes, but for now he can be weak.
Where did they go, he asks, and Solas can't even bring himself to laugh. ]
The creation of the Veil was designed to free my People from would be Gods. The Veil was a means to trap them where they could do no harm. It robbed the People of their immortality, and over time those that followed me fell to ruin and died. While I rebelled there were many who would not follow me, who damned my name - when I slept?
[ And here is the truth of it all, the heart of the matter, the last secret he has: ]
'Fen'Harel's Veil has turned our empire to ruins.'
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[ Thranduil knows, now. Solas would not be fool enough to think that this will remain a secret for long, but the knowledge has always been there for the Dalish to take: they were simply unwilling to listen. There are things he would not tell them himself, knowing their reaction, but...
He is old, and he is tired, and he fighting to reclaim so much that was lost to him. His plan is set, he simply needs the parts to fall into place. Corypheus' end is simply one of those things. ]
I never left, Mellon nin. I slept, long into the millennia, and I watched as ages passed me by. I waited to have the strength to return, I hoped that the People would be enjoying the fruits of their freedom... But it was not so.
[ Solas turns, does not watch his friend drink, cannot bear to look upon him. His sadness is etched upon his face, surely. ]
I cannot love them they way that they are. Not when I see the scorn in their eyes and the ignorance in their hearts. I had tried, but in comparison to the People they try and claim to be...
[ His breathing is quiet, and he bows his head. There might be tears, but he forces his face away, to hide them from the one who might witness them. He is hurt, and he is shattered, but he will rebuild once more. He will be Solas again when the morning comes, but for now he can be weak.
Where did they go, he asks, and Solas can't even bring himself to laugh. ]
The creation of the Veil was designed to free my People from would be Gods. The Veil was a means to trap them where they could do no harm. It robbed the People of their immortality, and over time those that followed me fell to ruin and died. While I rebelled there were many who would not follow me, who damned my name - when I slept?
[ And here is the truth of it all, the heart of the matter, the last secret he has: ]
'Fen'Harel's Veil has turned our empire to ruins.'