Well here we go. So I'm going to pull one from my Ghost of the Terminus story here with my OC Warden as well as add some other things too. DA: O elements mostly. Might use some from DA II or Inquisition.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR PROFIT FROM THIS. ORIGINAL STORYLINE OR OTHERWISE GOES TO BIOWARE AND THE DRAGON AGE TEAM.

9:6 Dragon- One of the great forests of Ferelden.

It had been a good year for clan Hellathen. The clan had managed to survive and preserve the lore they had been entrusted with including three very special artifacts that had remained in their possession since the time of Shartan and Andraste. These 3 artifacts were the Sword of Shartan, the staff known as Spellfury and an ancient elven tome regarding studies of the fade. Each of these bore great importance.

The Sword of Shartan was used by Shartan as he fought alongside Andraste in his bid to free their people from slavery. He had managed to recover the lore regarding the old elvish blades, the Dar'Misaan. From what the People could recover, Shartan had managed to recover a dragon bone during the war with the Tevinter Imperium and used it to create a dragonbone Dar'Misaan. It was also learned that the sword became sentient over its time with Shartan and since his death, no one has been able to wield the blade. No one knows if a spirit, demon, or even Shartan's spirit himself, was bound to the sword, but even to this day no one has been able to unsheathe the blade from its scabbard. From what the past keepers have been able to gleam over the ages, the sword can only be held by one who has elven blood in them. No human can even touch it. They had found this out when the clan had been attacked by group of raiders a century ago. During the attack, when things looked dire for the clan, the raider boss had picked up the sword by its scabbard and as soon as he had touched the hilt, his body had been racked with pain. Pain so great that as soon as he let go of it, he fell to the ground unconscious. This had provided the Keeper at the time to use another of the 3 artifacts to save the clan, Spellfury.

Spellfury was a staff taken from a Tevinter lord by a elven slave had managed to break free from him and find the clan. From then it was given to the clan and used as the personal staff of the Keepers. When the Keeper grabbed the staff at the opportunity, she used chain lightning to attack all of her enemies who had dared slaughter her kinsmen. The spell had killed or at least wounded the raiders turning the tide of the fight. The clan had been victorious that day, but it was not without cost. They had lost nearly 3/5s of the clan from that attack. The shemlen just wouldn't leave them alone. All the more important to guard the final artifact, the Tome of the Fade.

This tome is one of the few surviving artifacts that the Dalish had managed to recover and one of the most dangerous to be sure. The tome had spoke of many things regarding the Fade or the Beyond as they called it. It spoke of spirits and demons, the power of lyrium and the Dreamers of old. In the wrong hands, any evil mage or Maleficar, could cause unbelievable damage to both this world and the beyond. The very thought of it made Keeper Theron shudder in fear as he gripped his staff, Spellfury. The volcanic aurum staff had been his companion for over 4 decades since he succeeded the previous Keeper. He was an elderly Keeper, having a full head of grey hair, his face adorned with the vallaslin of Elgar'nan. He looked over to his First who was studying up on her lore. She was a young woman with short, golden hair, green eyes, a petite figure and finally her vallaslin of Mythal which only covered the sides of her eyes.

15 years into his time as Keeper he had ended up adopting an abandoned elven baby girl. Later on, he had discovered that she had magical potential and so he raised her and named her Dahlia. When the time came for him to have a First she won hands down. The both of them couldn't have been happier then. As he watched her, he looked over to the rest of the clan. He smiled as he saw the children running and playing, as the hunters came back bringing food from a successful hunt as the halla keeper looked after their halla. Yes, life was peaceful.

Night had finally come ending another peaceful day. Theron looked around as he saw his kinsmen all huddled around the various fires, telling stories of either the history of their people or the funny moments they've had recently. He gripped his staff again, this time getting up from his seat on the ground. He could feel it. He was getting old. His bones were aching, his limbs were moving noticeably slower than a few years ago and he found himself sleeping a lot more. In a few more years, he'll let Dahlia become the Keeper. Yes, she'll make a fine-

BOOM

A sudden explosion had blasted him off his feet, landing on his back before getting back up with old joints protesting. His eyes darted around to see the peaceful picture destroyed. People were running from the explosion and inferno that had engulfed one of their aravels. He looked at the destruction before having to erect a magical barrier to protect himself from the sudden hail of arrows. The other warriors near him hadn't been so lucky. If they hadn't been killed, they had been hobbled by either an arrow to the leg or arm. He looked past the fire where the arrows flew from. His eyes widened as he saw large force of shemlen numbering at least somewhere in the 40s. All of them were armed with swords, maces, axes, shields, mauls as well as bows and arrows. His eyes narrowed as he noticed their attire. Had they been clad in normal clothing or even some pieces of leather armor, they would've been from a village, but these shems were clad in leather, chainmail and scale armor. And if things couldn't have been worse, there was mage in the middle of them. It was obvious by the flames on his fingers that he caused the explosion. Without warning Theron used a fireball spell and sent it straight at the large group. The fireball exploded as soon as it made contact with the mage, engulfing him and several others surrounding him. In response the rest of the attackers charged.

"Fight!" Theron roared as the rest of the hunters and warriors took out their weapon of choice. They returned fire with a hail of arrows as the shemlens charged. Some arrows managed to hit their mark either scoring a bandit in the head, neck or in the chest. Others however missed or were blocked by a shield or armor. The hunters drew their Dar'Misaan and Dar'Misu and fought for their lives while the elderly and children ran from the ensuing battle. Theron used chain lightning as he slammed his staff into the ground, managing to harm at least 6 shems and giving his kin an opening. He readied another spell before one of his hunters was frozen solid beside him. He turned to see the mage had survived his attack. Using the skills worthy of a Keeper, he used the spell Nature's Vengeance and called forth huge roots out of the ground which impaled more than a few shemlen. The mage, having seen it used his own magic to dispel the area around him to prevent being impaled like his minions. Theron followed up with a Petrify spell which immobilized the mage before moving away from the fight to see Dahlia having taken down several humans using Walking Bomb. He then noticed a rogue shem sneaking up on her with two daggers. He ran while muttering an incantation before his speed increased dramatically. Within seconds, he crossed 10 yards before slamming his staff right into the assassin. He then held his hand out before lightning flew from his fingers, shocking the would-be killer until his heart stopped. While he did this, he remained unaware of the human coming behind with a maul raised to strike a blow to his head. Dahlia however did and used Stonefist on the shem, killing him on impact.

Theron turned to see the human who would have killed him had not been for his First. He turned to her and smiled, as she returned him one.

"I have trained you well, ma'len." Theron complimented. Dahlia continued to smile.

"Ma serannas, Keeper." She replied back. The small moment disappeared as the area near them was suddenly engulfed in flames. Theron looked at it before narrowing his eyes. The mage was out. By the look of the fire and how much it spread over, it appeared to be a combination of grease and fire. Very clever. He then looked further and noticed both Dalish and Shemlen were caught in the inferno. Did this mage care nothing for his followers? It was obvious he was the leader with the way he calmly walked into the fray. That was when he saw the mage approaching with three warriors, all of them clad in grey iron chainmail with swords and shields. Without looking at Dahlia, he issued one final command.

"Ma'len, take the Tome and the Sword and leave this battle." Theron said in a grim tone of voice. He could see that they were outmatched now. This mage was obviously no normal one. Granted Theron himself had used several high level spells, but he had been experienced for years now. This mage however was young. Possibly in his late teens or early twenties from what he could tell. Dahlia was looking at him in surprise.

"But Keeper-" She tried to protest, but he caught her off.

"Do as I say. Our enemy has killed most of us already and we can't allow the sword and tome to fall into shemlen hands. Quickly!" He said as the mage came closer with his minions. Dahlia looked despondent before nodding.

"Dareth shiral, Father." He heard her whisper before she ran off. The mage guessing her intention, sent his warriors after her while he dealt with the Keeper. Theron seeing this used mass paralysis on them. As the 3 stayed there temporarily frozen in mid-running Theron raised his staff threateningly at the mage. Now that the area was well lit from the fires, he could see the mage clearly. He was a young man with dark brown hair that was swept back with ice cold blue eyes and pale skin. He wore a light blue robe that seemed to radiate mana. An obvious sign of magical enchantment. The mage kept his face stoic through the whole thing.

"Halam sahlin!" Theron roared before he sent a lightning bolt through his staff towards the mage. The mage blocked it with a barrier before using a flame blast. With the haste spell still active Theron dodged it, narrowly missing it by a few inches. Theron used Stinging Swarm on his enemy. The mage's stoic demeanor changed into one of irritation as the summoned insects bit him all over. He quickly used Anti-Magic Burst which dispelled the insects and freed his minions who quickly continued their mission. Hopefully Dahlia had been given enough time to get the artifacts and get out of the area. The mage was still recovering from the insect attack when he noticed too late that Theron sent a Stonefist at him. The stone projectile hit the mage directly in the chest and sent him crashing to the ground. Theron waited to see if the mage was down for good for a few seconds, but seeing no movement from the shem he relaxed.

"Ma halam." He sneered. Believing that the mage was done for Theron turned to go help out Dahlia but as soon as he got a few yards away from the mage his body suddenly tensed up and he couldn't move, dropping his staff. He was then forcibly turned around by his own body to see the mage getting back up with his hand extended towards the Keeper. Blood was flowing out of his hand.

"Blood magic." Theron managed to get out. The mage nodded at his statement. Theron tried to use an anti-magic spell but found his mana was drained which confused him. He knew he had enough for a few more spells. The mage approached him before bending down and picking up Spellfury. The mage stared appreciatively at the staff for a moment before turning his gaze back to the Keeper. He then looked toward the Keeper's feet. Theron managed to follow his gaze and saw what was keeping his mana down. The mage had somehow managed to place a Neutralization Glyph under him. Theron looked back up to meet the mage's eyes. Those cold, soulless eyes.

"Who are you?" Theron questioned. The mage smirked at him.

"Emma Din'an." The mage spoke in a deep voice...in elvish shocking Theron. This shemlen knew the People's tongue? How?! Then he shuddered as the words' meaning came to him. I am death. (I think that's how it goes)

"I am Reaper and... MA halam!" The now named Reaper spoke before he casted a spell that injected a corrosive poison into the Keeper as well as blood wound. Reaper let him down before walking past him to join his minions. Those fools. So easily seduced by blood magic that it was mere child's play to control them. As he walked away he heard the resulting boom that the walking bomb he had cast on Theron as well as the pitter-patter of pieces landing on the ground. His eyes turned toward the staff he had won.

It was golden in color with a blue crystal held by four prongs and it was covered in Tevinter script. The runes on it read, "Yours is the fury of the elements." He could feel the power in it, it was so strong. It will do nicely for his plans. Now all he needed was the Tome.