Disclaimer : If I DID own it, Meredith would have never existed.
Meredith's a paranoid S.O.B who should have been relieved of her Knight-Commander title a LONG time ago. If only the Arishok cut off HER head. One-shot, pretty dang short.
Magic.
One of the few, distasteful words to ever slip the Knight-Commander's mouth. As stated in the Chant of Light, magic was to be governed by its user, not the other way 'round. And yet, here she was, hunting down those wretched enough to strike deals with demons and let their magic govern every aspect of their life. If only the Maker stripped away this horrid gift from those who used it. If only He understood. Magic, was a weed that could never be pulled nor killed.
Paranoia.
Meredith had heard whispers amongst her subordnates that she had become more 'paranoid' in these mage hunts. Those were crude lies, for she was protecting the people of Kirkwall by exterminating and oppressing the mage-vermin! Do they not see eye-to-eye? Did they not join the Templar Order to help govern these mages? Had they not seen how magic corrupts one's mind with empty desires of power? No. Only Meredith understood that mages were like rats, spreading their plauge. Meredith would help reinforce this toward the templars, so that the cat could not pity the mouse.
Tyranny.
She would not be branded as a tyrant. That bastard, Orsino, spread word of her supposed tyranny over Kirkwall. If they did not understand the situation at hand, why label her? Tyrants forcefully enforced their laws upon others, but Meredith coaxed them all to believe that many would only find salvation through stopping these mages.
All this changed, when she laid eyes upon a strange looking artifact. An idol, created from vast components of lyrium. As it was forged and binded with her sword, she silently thanked the Maker for letting her set eyes upon such a trinket. On the eve of the Final Battle, she called forth her own powers and 'valiantly' fought for her beliefs. Summoning inanimate things to life through her own brand of 'magic'. Irony had a sure was of creating such a 'full circle'. As she was struck down, Meredith felt herself fall from her imaginary rule over Kirkwall, toward the depths of Damnation by the Maker's hand.
Funny how Karma got around.
Yeah...last part was kinda crappy, deal with it. :) Brownie points for those who disagree with Meredith's mage oppression.