AN:
Little bit of crossover info:
The Dragon Age I'm using is set right after Dragon Age 2.
The Albion I'm using is set right after 'The darkest hour' (4x02).
Thedas is in no way part of Albion, not physically at least.
I'm grabbing things from DA and putting them into Merlin.
My current outline has Morrigan, Flemeth and Hawke crossing over because they most likely would.
Since Hawke crossed over and is in fact a warrior, this means magic isn't a requirement for crossing over.
I have thought about adding 'The Warden' but that would basicly be an OC which is not what I'm after.
If the reviews are positive I might add more DA characters but only if you want me to and they're not dead yet (in the DA storyline).

Please read and review!

It had been several weeks since they had closed the veil between the worlds.

Uther had made a miraculous recovery, the old goat was more resilient than he had expected.
Merlin got back to his daily routine of polishing armor, mucking out the stables and all those other lovely chores Arthur gave him.
Morgana was declared enemy number one, something that took only little getting used to, even for the knights.
Morgana had, after all, ordered her soldiers to attack the people when they refused to pledge their loyalty.
Gwen was a bit depressed but at least Arthur was there for her, when Uther wasn't around.
Gaius was his plain old self, probably the most constant person in Merlin's life.

Merlin was making the prat's bed who would be busy training for another hour or so when a familair voice called him
"Merlin!" It was Kilgharrah and knowing the old dragon it would have to be important.
Curiosity rather than wisdom made him decide to meet the ancient creature and rushed this little chore.
Surely a creature as old as a dragon would know a bit about patience.

In clearing in the forest stood Kilgharrah patiently waiting for the young warlock to arrive.
"I got your message, it sounded rather important." Merlin said as he entered the clearing.
"I wish to warn you. An ancient evil is stirring in Albion, an evil that is not from this world."
"Not from this world, like the Dorocha?"
"You are right to assume they too pierced the veil between worlds.
But these creatures are far worse and come from a world beyond the spirit world."
"What are they called?"
"I do not know it's name but it's power is beyond anything I've felt for a very long time."
"My destiny." Merlin sighed, it always came down to him.
"No." Kilgharrah snapped. "The prophecy never spoke of them and I fear they are too powerful, even for you.
Your destiny has intertwined with those of others, others whom are not from this world. My foresight cannot forsee their actions."
It was earth-shattering news, only it wasn't. Merlin was growing weary of Kilgharrah's speeches but at least the great dragon had admitted to have reached his limits.
"Great, appearantly my fate and destiny just became the roll of a dice."
"Keep your eyes open, young warlock." And with those words the dragon left him.
Merlin sighed, it was his destiny to save Camelot once more.
And then it hit him, destiny had changed and he would no longer be able to rely on the fact he should endure the evil of the world.
What if in this new world his destiny was to die? #To those who have played DA:O, I know what you're thinking but not even I know who it will be.

Returning to the castle and Arthur's chambers he could hear someone going on a rampage.
As he peeked around the door the sound of metal stopped and his eyes met two very angry blue ones.
"Where have you been?" Arthur asked his manservant.
"Mucking out the stables like you told me to."
"I also told you to meet me after practice. You can't expect me to get myself out my armor."
"Right, sorry. It won't happen again."
"Merlin, don't make promises you can't keep."
Merlin was about to object, he had made no promises, when sir Gwaine entered the prince's chambers.
"Sire, the king requests your presence immediately."
Arthur, still in his armor, and Merlin followed sir Gwaine to the throne room where most of the knights have already arrived.

Arthur stood before the throne for his father's words were meant for him as well, if not mostly for him.
"In the village of Greenswood over a dozen people, all women, have gone missing.
The remaining peasants speak of dark and savage creatures.
A week ago, I dispatched ten soldiers but we haven't heard from them since.
Arthur, I want you and the knights to find out what is going on.
Whether these are bandits or wolves, I don't care, just take care of it."
"Yes, sire." Arthur made a quick bow and immediately made his way to the stables with the knights not far behind him.
Merlin took a shortcut to the stables and had already begun saddling Arthur's horse.
When he had done that and took a step back, Arthur groaned softly.
"Is something wrong, sire?" Merlin asked.
"I left my sword in my chambers."
As soon as prince prat had said it his face turned from annoyance to something best described as a mixture of suprise and hapiness.
Noticing Arthur was looking behind him, Merlin turned around to see Gwen coming down from the castle with the prince's sword in hand.
The sudden touch of Arthur's hand on his shoulder, instead of hitting him against the head, startled him.
"Go saddle your horse, Merlin. You're coming with."
"Yes, sire." The words had been unnecessary but Arthur just wanted to ensure he had a private moment with his love.
When Merlin returned he saw Gwen leave but also that she was biting her lip as she looked back.
Turning to Arthur it became pretty clear she left him with more than just his sword.
"Arthur, the men are ready." Merlin stated.
"Right." He replied as he quickly mounted his horse and joined them.
Merlin had to hurry as it seemed Arthur was rather eager to get this chore done in less than a day.

When his excitement, or rather the burning of Gwen's lips, had left him, Merlin finally managed to fully catch up with him.
"Took your time." Arthur smirked, fully aware of how he had rode out far too quickly.
"So what do you think is going on in Greenswood?" Merlin asked.
"Seeing as only women have gone missing, it's probably bandits." He sighed as he felt it more like an errand best left to regular soldiers.
"I still think we should be careful, they did kill the soldiers your father sent out."
"Merlin?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
"Shutting up."

As soon as the knights laid eyes on Greenswood they knew something was wrong.
The few people they could see were armed with axes or pitchforks.
One person walked the roads towards them.
"Are you... are you from Camelot?" He asked, his voice trembling as much as his legs.
"Yes. What's going on, where are the soldiers?" Arthur asked.
"The soldiers, they went looking for bandits. We told them it weren't bandits but they wouldn't listen!
Why didn't they listen? They should've stayed, they-"
"Calm down man! What's going on?" Leon interrupted.
Without a word the man turned around and began walking back to the village.
Upon entering the village everything became a lot clearer.
There were corpses everywhere, soldiers, peasants and hideous creatures.
Merlin knew they had to be the ancient evil of which Kilgharrah had spoken.
The group had now dismounted and the confused man that had greeted them seemed to have regained some self-control.
"My name is Errol." He introduced himself.
"Arthur Pendragon." Arthur answered absently as he looked at the deceased.
"I'm terribly-" Errol was aplogizing for the lack of etiquete but the prince wasn't paying any attention to him, he was examining the strange beings.
They were foul looking creatures who seemed to bear the faces as that of the dead, thankfully not in the literal sense of it.
"What are these things?" Arthur asked no one in particular.
"Arthur, we should get these people out of here." sir Leon suggested.
"Agreed, but I doubt the king will believe in 'dark creatures'."
"Well, we can't really bring one with us." Leon added.
"So? Just take the head." Gwaine joked but much to his horror Arthur listened and did indeed cut off it's head.
"I was joking, the sword would've sufficed." He added as he picked up the creature's longsword.
"Merlin, bag." He said but the manservant wasn't anywhere near him.
Merlin was quickly done examining the dark beings, they were a face he wouldn't forget.
Looking at the sentries he saw another face he wouldn't forget.
"Gilli?" He called. The man in question turned around and quickly jogged towards him.
"Merlin, it's been a while."
"I was going to ask how you've been but..."
"I've done the best I could. I've healed cuts and bruises but these creatures seem to curse their victims, they can't be healed."
"Thanks for the warning." Merlin said as he became more and more aware of how dangerous these creatures really were.
"Merlin!" Arthur called him over.
"We're escorting these people back to Camelot." Arthur announced not only to him but also to the knights and the survivors of the attacks.
Then he opened Merlin's bag and threw in the head of the creature.
"What the hell is that for?" He exclaimed finding the idea of a head in the bag rather disgusting.
"So the king will acknowledge the threat and for Gaius to find out what they are."
The amount of survivors was depressing, a mere twentyfive when there had been over seventy.
As they walked the path leaving the village Errol had begun walking next to Merlin and Gilli.
Merlin had given his horse to one of the few women still there.
"I was afraid you wouldn't come." Errol spoke to Merlin.
"Of course we came, ten soldiers went missing." He explained.
"You mean... no." Errol stared at the ground.
"I'm sorry Errol." Gilli put his hand on the man's shoulder.
"What happened?" Merlin asked.
"The soldiers arrived at dawn and when they didn't return at dusk, as they said they would, Errol's son set off for Camelot."
The dots were easily connected, his son was probably dead.
"I'm sorry." Merlin told Errol but he didn't even hear it.

AN

It's chapter 1 and the DA lore is already killing me.
The lack of Dwarves, Elves and Qunari deny me use of Genlocks, Shrieks and Ogres.
Of course there are the initial darkspawn but in Albion they can only get 'human' broodmothers (which produce Hurlocks).
I don't mourn not having the shrieks and the Genlock are basicly cannon fodder but I would most definitly miss the Ogres.