Post pictures of your inquisitor here! v.2

Anduin Trevelyan wraps himself and Dorian in Aegis of the Rift to repel the electric whiplashes being slung by the Pride demon.

Brothers Abram and Anduin Trevelyan had a dalish keeper robe made for their sister Vellalore. She wore it out the first night in the Hissing Waste. Her toesies were a little cold but she loves the outfit. No worries, she'll be on horseback for the majority of the time.

Scout Harding pointed out to Anduin Trevelyan how color-coordinated they are.

Maker... is that ser Barris? I hadn't realized how ugly he is.

This is the first and last time Abram Trevelyan will commission a portrait from a young artisan who wanted to "experiment" with angles and light. There was no end to the lewd jokes. Abram didn’t take off his helm for the rest of the day and throughout the following day.

Each Trevelyan chose an area of Skyhold to decorate to their liking. Anduin dedicated the main tower for the many refugee mages seeking sanctuary at Skyhold. Vellalore brought in as much nature to an otherwise cold atmosphere. Abram's love of dragons (with a little influence by Dorian) draped the main hall in dragon motif with curtains made from their native home of the Free Marches.



Abram and Anduin had Nightingale’s spies follow the man who was ogling their sister. Cullen was much more forward and had him questioned. 

I guess they didn't look at the character in profile. It usually takes me a long time to make the proportions look right...somewhat, lol.

Cousin Marcel Trevelyan started it.

And then Anduin Trevelyan got into the prank.

The following day, Abram Trevelyan got the smiths to bolt down the dragon throne before his sister Vellalore try something too.

Sehareh Adaar is finding that her best friend (Vellalore Trevelyan) might need her more than she knows as the orb's origin was revealed. She is not called the "weapon" if it didn't serve a purpose. And her purpose is to protect those she cares for.

I'm imagining her dunking her face in buckets of paint every time she runs up the steps into Haven.

Abram, “Hi Viv.”
Vivienne, “Is there something you need my dear?”
Abram, “I need you.”

Vivienne, "Don’t sound so eager or your Tevinter paramour will be jealous."
Abram chuckles, “No sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I need your help.”
Vivienne sarcastically, “That makes me feel so much better.”

Abram, “I am wondering if you can make me a potion.”
Vivienne, “Couldn’t Adan produce you some?”
Abram, “He is indisposed at the moment.”

Vivienne, “I dabble but not an alchemist. I can refer you to one that I know very well and always carry a variety at hand. What is it for?”
Abram, “It’s for performance.”
Vivienne raises a brow and smirks.


A few hours later in Herald’s Rest…

Abram takes a large swig of the potion before stepping through the doorway. He sits beside Bull who shoots him an incredulous look.
Bull, “Boss."
Abram, "Don't seem so surprised that I'm back."
Bull, "Ready to loose your dignity?”
Abram, “You think so?”
Bull, “You are warned. There’s no way you will out drink me and earn all your coins back.
Abram, “Maraas-Lok!”