Well, this is it. My replacement for Avatar's Courier. It's finally here! It took me a while, with writing other stuff, sheer boredom and other stuff like that, but here I am. The first chapter. Now, this is going to be different from all my other stories, seeing as it is both A, longer chapters, and B, its a more...fantasy story. I've always preferred Sci-Fi over Fantasy, though I do love both.

Now their is an Inspiration as well for this story, and it's something very close to the premise of this one. The story's called A Dragon in the Inquisition. It's not here on . Instead, it's on Archive of Our Own. Note that I do not have an AOO account. Just wanted to point that out.

I will be posting a poll soon on whether you want there to be a Romance in this story. Now with most fanfics, this happens. But I'd rather write a story that didn't have this happen. So the Poll won't be for the Courier. Instead, it's for the Inquisitor. Francois, if you would?

Of course sir. The Inquisitor will be named Evelyn, a Female Elven Rogue with dual blade daggers. She is an honest individual, who bluntly tells people her thoughts regardless of the consequences. She stands up to those who oppress others. She was your second character played in your many many many play through's.

Thank you for that! Now, let's not waste any more time! Here we go!

I'm probably going to lose all feeling in my hands by the time I finish this story. If I do.

Courier Six was not a man many would contend with on a battlefield. In most cases, he would shoot you in the face, be done with it. On those rare cases that someone got close enough that CQC was forced to happen, you'd have you ribs shattered and your lungs punctured by his machete and knife. But on those rarest of occasions, he'd deliver a beating so hard you'd not get recognized by your own mother. Courier Six did not like having his enemy's live so they could shoot him in the back when he least expected it.

That made Courier Six an excellent choice of bodyguard for Orlesian nobles. Granted, no one really knew much about him. He'd just shown up one day and slaughtered an entire regiment of rogue Templar's and Mages. He'd traveled for a while before accepting the job he was very close to finishing at the moment. They'd already arrived at Haven, he just needed to get paid and he'd have another gig under his belt. The man ignored some of the stare's he got from the villagers, due to his armor. It wasn't a surprise to him, he'd gotten those looks a lot during his stay in Thedas. Not one person had ever seen anything like his Elite Riot gear. Compared to this world's standards, his suit was a goddamn miracle of god. Or in this case, Andraste.

Of course, that meant he needed a cover story. For both his 'tools' and himself. He'd thought it was pretty good, all things considered. He was a native of the Free Marches, and found the armor on a dead mage. His gun's were elite Qunari tool's that were experimental. That earned him some drinks on the house from Tevinter pub's. Traveling Thedas wasn't hard, he'd done worse things. Thedas was by far less dangerous than America, but that didn't stop him from getting harassed by bandits, Qunari, Templars, etc etc etc. A bullet or two put them down. Easy as that. They were nothing like the raiders, fiends, or Legionaries back home. In the Mojave.

Courier Six felt a tinge of nostalgia when he remembered his former stomping grounds. Before he "left" the Mojave was on the road to integration with the NCR. House was rotting in his own life support, Caeser had been thrown to his own hounds and Lanius was tossed into the Colorado river. Zion was able to recover and now the Dead Horses and Sorrow's would defend themselves. Big Mountain was...secured. The Divide was the same, and the Sierra Madre...

Moving On.

The Courier opened the door of the Noble's carriage, a very brightly colored vehicle. That color choice had cost him a bit of ammo when Bandits could see it from a mile away. Fortunately, his spare ammo was off the charts. They'd last a while. Plus if he ever ran out or got low, he'd just make some more. There was the materials to make spare ammo in Thedas believe it or not. "My My! This place is freezing! Divine Justinia could do so much better than this!" The noblewoman said as she stepped out of the carriage. Courier Six said nothing, he just observed the area. Haven was a medium sized town by Thedosian terms. Plenty of buildings, a chantry church, that sort of shtick. What made Haven special was the fact that nearby was the Temple of Sacred Ashes, supposedly Andraste's final resting place. The Courier didn't know much about the local religion, but he knew Andraste was some sort of Jesus lady-warrior princess person. Right now as he collected his pay, an important event was happening in the temple. The conclave was a last ditch effort by the Divine, Justinia, the end the Templar-Mage civil war that had tarnished and burnt the lands of Thedas. Specifically the Southern parts.

The Courier didn't care about it. He'd have enough experiences's in political matter's to want to get involved.

So with his pay in his hand, he elected to do his preferred activity. Getting a drink. He had a long road to cover if he wanted to leave soon, so grabbing a drink wasn't out of the question. As he headed down to the bar, he noticed that most of the people where too busy to notice him at the moment. A majority of the wanderers were simple peasants and civilians. Some where soldiers, and few were nobles. He was able to pick out three of the more interesting individuals. A woman with a permanent frown on her face and short black hair. She seemed to be escorting a dwarf with her. The dwarf was, naturally, short. He had ginger hair, a youthful face, and wore a leather duster. He also wore a rather complex looking Crossbow on his back. The third was hooded, and harder to notice, but the Courier was a crack shot at perception. She was redheaded, and seemed to be rather quiet. Quiet people were the most dangerous ones.

He neared the bar. Reaching towards the door, he was stopped when a massive flash of green light came from behind him. It lit up the darkening horizon life fire would in a cave, and was followed by the largest shock-wave the Courier had ever seen or felt. It didn't sweep him off his feet, but it pushed him back. Glass shattered, buildings creaked and some collapsed. A thunderclap as loud as the whistling of a nuclear bomb went off, and the loudest sounds he had ever heard began to emanate. His helmet protected him from most of the pain, but it still Fucking Hurt!

As he began to recollect himself, the shouting began. Panic erupted from the townsfolk, dozens of people scared, confused, angry, or all three. Door's burst open and people rushed out, desperate to find out what was happening. The Courier already had. The blast, it came from the temple. Looking towards the direction, he should have been surprised. But he wasn't. The explosion, it seemed to have an after effect as green clouds began to collect over the blast zone. Lightning already began to sound over there.

The Courier could have walked away from this. He knew he should have. He'd get involved in something that he didn't want to do. Things like this happened to him more often then one thought.

Yet he didn't. He had an idea what caused the explosion. If his suspicions were true, and it was indeed a nuke, then he'd have to find the person who set it off and put a bullet in between their eyes. This world shouldn't have to suffer the fate of Earth.

So he marched up the hill and down the path to where the main body of soldier's gathered. Many were panicking, looking at the green sky in fear. Other's were enraged. One was leading, a tall man. Blonde, serious look on his face. A military type. Six walked up to him and tapped his shoulders. The Commander jumped a bit, a side effect of wearing the mask, but calmed and asked him. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Six. Here to help."

Commander Cullen raised an eyebrow, before glancing at the machete and Bowie knife the Courier kept at his side. "I suppose you know how to use those?"

"As much as one need's to." The Commander liked the reply, as he nodded and let the Courier join the group. It was not long before he was called by the commander, the trek had already begun. He saw him talking to the short haired woman from before, alongside the dwarf. They chatted for a bit, before Cullen rejoined the group. He walked next to the Courier, silence reigned over the two. "Anything to worry about back at base?" The masked man asked. Cullen looked at him questioningly, but answered regardless. "Seeker Pentaghast will keep order while we investigate. Meanwhile..." The commander could not continue, as a second shock-wave struck. "Maker's breath!" Some men shouted in pure terror as they pointed to the sky. The sky seemed to be tearing itself open, a massive cut was in the sky. Fire fell out of the sky like small meteors.

Well, that ruled out nukes.

"Come on men! Double time! Move!" Cullen shouted at his demoralized men. Six instead pulled out his shotgun and pumped it. He didn't like using his gun's in Thedas, brought unneeded suspicion. But this situation just god from bad to worse, that much he could tell. He would need them soon.

"What in the maker's name is that?" Cullen asked Six, who glanced at him from behind his mask. "Weapon." Before Cullen could ask any more questions, the Courier pressed on. The group hurried on the path to the temple, they needed to reach it soon. Eventually they did, and it was a sight that the Courier hated seeing.

It reminded him of the Courier's Mile. Nothing but ruin and corpses. Ash was king, and death was god here. Nothing lived it seemed, only ruins and charred bodies so disfigured by flame that they couldn't be recognized as human. In the center was some sort of green light, crystals emerging and vanishing from it at the same time.

"What the hell is that?" He muttered, before turning to Cullen, expecting an answer. "It's a tear in the Veil. I can't believe it..." The commander was stunned, his eyes haunted. Seems like he had experience on matters like this. The group the spread out, searching for any survivors. They would find none. The Courier investigated the 'Tear'. He swore he saw...something moving in it. As he reached out to touch it, his beliefs were confirmed. It began to flare up, brightening in color. Six backed away and aimed Dinner Bell at it, intending to shoot whatever monster came out of it. However, no monster left it. Instead, a woman fell out of it and onto the ashy ground. "Commander, survivor!" He shouted to Cullen, who began to run towards him. The Courier kneeled, investigating the woman. She was young, around 25 or more years of age. She had short brown hair that made no effort to hide her prolonged ears. It was obvious that she was an elf. She had fair skin, and leaf green eyes. "..." She attempted to make a noise, but instead fell to the ground passing out.

"Who is she?" Cullen asked the Courier as he rose. "Don't know. Didn't say anything." He turned to the other soldiers and shouted "Stretcher, now!" They complied, not wanting to anger the intimidating masked man. "How'd you find her?"

"Fell out of the rift."

"I'm sorry, but did you say that she fell out of the Rift?" The Courier glared at the Commander, who felt a shiver go down his spine. "No. She came here on the back of a Pink horse with a horn on it's head which vanished into thin air. Of course she fell out of the rift."

"That's not possible, no mortal can travel through the fade in their physical body." Cullen looked down at the woman. "Regardless, she's out only lead. We'll have to get her out of here and back to the Seeker. She'll know what to do."

"Commander! Look, the breach!" a soldier shouted. Everybody's eyes turned skyward as another swarm of fireballs fell from the cut in the sky. The meteors blasted the ruined courtyard as men bolted for any cover they could find.

"Andraste save me!" One man screamed as one of the balls of fire struck a pillar mere yards from him. From the craters and flaming remnants of the meteor strikes rose some sort of horrific, humanoid creatures the Courier had never seen before, but Cullen had.

"Demons!"

So I'll end this right there. We've begun our story, and the Courier somehow is on Thedas! The Conclave has been destroyed, and now he's in the middle of it! Not a good sign is it hmm?

So I'm not going to give a complete Bio on the Courier yet, I haven't gotten his equipment figured out yet. So I'm not going to make the mistake I did last time! So I'll be giving out his backstory little by little. Starting with his Name

It's...Courier Six! *Jazz Hands!*

Yeah, I haven't came up with a name yet. Stupid me, I suppose?

So thanks for reading, pls Review or PM. Like, Fav, Etc Etc Etc. See you all next time!