Dragon Age: War of Gods
A/N: Hey, everyone! After playing Dragon Age: Origins, which I immensely enjoyed, I decided to give writing some fan fiction for it a shot. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I know I am going to enjoy writing it. Please leave your reviews, I always appreciate feedback. Thank you and enjoy the story!
Prologue
Of Fereldan and the House of Theirin
Some doors are better left unopened
Some secrets are better left unfound.
Some words should be left silent,
And their mutterings be left underground.
But a darkness is coming for us all,
And Death shall ride upon dark wings
But the Maker shall put His sword in the hand of children
And the Song of His Light shall ring.
There is an old legend that has been sung for ages: the legend of the Grey Wardens. A legend that has been spread far and wide as the story of the greatest heroes to walk this earth. From the time that they go through the Joining, to the time they disappear into the long and dark Deep Roads, they are renowned from protecting the world from true evil.
The evil of the Blight has tried to destroy the world five times, and five times that evil has been stopped by the Wardens. The last time, the Blight was stopped before it could truly begin by two Grey Wardens, King Alistair and his Elven queen, Silwen, who was a mage of the Circle for a great number of years. For ten years, Alistair and Silwen brought relative peace to Fereldan, though the world was falling apart around the rest of the kingdom.
Civil wars and many struggles arose within the neighbors of Fereldan, and even the Circle of Magi had rebelled against the Chantry. The only Circle that had arisen against the rest of the continent of Thedas was in Fereldan, which was given autonomy by King Alistair at the urging of his beautiful bride. Though the Chantry desired to bring the Fereldan Circle back under its influence, their attempts to hold power there were almost utterly destroyed, save for those mages who had desire to worship the Maker as they saw fit. Yet, the relations between the Circle and the Chantry became stronger, and great friendship did grow between the two as the years went on.
It became the policy, after much consideration, of the Circle of Fereldan that mages could leave the Circle when they were appropriately trained to control their magic, with a solemn oath taken to not use the forbidden arts of magic. With this oath taken, a mage would then take with him a Templar whom he had grown up with and considered a friend and companion. They would swear, then, to protect each other from evil from the Fade, should demons come through. Thus was forged a great alliance between magic and steel, for those who freely left the Circle.
However, the Templars themselves were not part of the Circle Tower. Instead, Templars were given the Calenhad Docks, which they turned into a thriving port settlement that prospered heavily from trade with Redcliffe. From the docks, the Templars and mages were able to rebuild the ancient bridge of the Tower of Magi. From this, the relations between the Circle and Dwarves became one of the greatest friendships Fereldan ever saw. The next greatest friendship for the Circle was with the Elves, with whom the Warden Queen was able to mend the hurts between Men and Elves. The Elves were granted access to the library of the Circle, and they were released from bondage in Fereldan. The Brecilian Forest was given to the Elves for all time, and there was peace between Elves and Men.
So it was, Fereldan became more united under the banner of Alistair and his Elven queen than ever there was before. Yet, with joy that Fereldan enjoyed in its prosperity, there was also sorrow. Silwen, who slew the Archdemon and ended the Fifth Blight, was declared barren after the birth of their child, a son named Eldasar, who the Chantry declared to be a miracle, for he was conceived before the slaying of the Archdemon. And though Silwen wept because she could not give Alistair a larger family, the boy was strong at a young age. When he was five, he exhibited strong signs of powerful magic. Because of this, Alistair and Silwen sent Eldasar to the Circle to be trained. As a promise to the throne to repay the debts of autonomy, the Circle promised to return Eldasar to the throne when he passed his Harrowing.
From an early age, Eldasar went to and fro between the Circle Tower and the Calenhad Docks, learning the arts of magic, the sword, and diplomacy. He proved himself a strong student in all suits, and he showed great wisdom, astonishing all those who heard his speech. Some even said the Eldasar could convince a dragon to do all he asked. To those who didn't know him, he was called Prince Eldasar, but to those who did, he was jokingly called Half-Elven. He would laugh when called such a name, claiming that it was honor to be the joined halves of the Warden royals that slew the Archdemon. For many long years, he stayed in the Tower, growing stonger. However, it was nearing his sixteenth year. He was soon going to come of age. It was almost time to return home.
Many miles away, however, in the city of Val Royeaux, the capital of Orlais, there was another child the same age as Eldasar by the name of Romian. Romian also had the gift of magic within him, but he knew nothing else but his mother, who had hidden him from the rest of the world in plain sight. Romian had always had many questions about his life, but his mother always refused to answer, claiming that "the time was not yet right." For five long years, before the child had come to Val Royeaux, he and his mother lived in solitude, avoiding the rest of humanity except on special occasions of desired aid.
However, his mother would not allow the two of them to stay in one place for long, though he was young enough that he did not understand. When he came to Val Royeaux, his mother started to teach him magic in secret. The boy was strong his craft. There were times when he believed that he could surpass his mother in her magic. However, she would laugh when he claimed to the stronger of the two, saying that he "still had much to learn." His mother's lack of praise angered him, but he was always further compelled to earn her approval. "Power is all that has meaning," she would say, and he took that philosophy to a key. Though he would hate to admit it, his mother made him stronger by that philosophy. For many long years, he stayed hidden in his mother's care, furthering his powers. However, it was nearing his sixteenth year. He was soon going to come of age. It was almost time to leave his mother. It was almost time to leave Morrigan.