Fiera Lavellan was a Dalish elf sent by her Keeper to listen in on the Conclave, to discern whether or not the clan should move on to another location based on the decisions of the Conclave. She sat roosted upon the higher beams in the Temple of Sacred Ashes, the temple where it was said that the ashes of the blessed Andraste, the Bride of the Maker, were held. She had listened in, hearing much of the discussion, but then everything went wrong. The world went black and Fiera felt herself pass out, but when she came to, she was not in the world she had been in before. She had woken up into a place that was dark and green and black and bleak as could possibly be. She had seen a figure ahead and above her, spider like creatures chasing after her. She ran to the figure, trying to reach out to her. She grabbed her hand and felt herself be pulled from the strange world. She felt herself hit the ground and blacked out again. When she awoke, she found herself chained, on her knees in a dungeon, with two beautiful women questioning her. The Conclave had been destroyed and they thought she did it. She had a strange, painful, glowing mark on her left hand, but couldn't explain what it was.

She had been led to the Breach, seeing the swirling chaotic clouds just above where the temple had been. She had been asked to close the rifts, to close the Breach, and with the help of the mage, Solas, she began to understand how to control it. She used the mark to close the rifts, helping Cassandra as they fought their way to the forward camp near the Breach. She had met Commander Cullen Stanton Rutherford that day, as well as many others that had soon become her friends, her companions, her advisors, her allies. They closed the first Rift- but the Breach remained- and she was named the Herald of Andraste. From there, she became a part of the Inquisition and aided them in closing rifts, rebuilding what the mages and Templars destroyed. She built a name for the Inquisition, built its reputation from nothing. She gave people something to hope for. She went on several quests, trying to aid people, find agents to join the Inquisition.

Fiera Lavellan had found the Templars, aided them in defeating the Envy demon that posed as their Lord Seeker. They discovered the Red Templars and the red lyrium that they had used. She had asked the Templars who had not been affected by the red lyrium to join the Inquisition, but not rebuild the order as it would take too long and they needed the forces right away. When she had returned from Therinfal Redoubt, Cullen was furious.

"You had no right to disband the order!" Cullen said, barging into her room, not even bothering to knock.

"What are you talking about?" Fiera asked, looking at him.

Cullen stopped short of himself and blushed as he gaped at her half naked body. Fiera stood in the middle of her room, shirtless. Her black and blue bustier top encircled her chest and pushed her breasts up.

"You shouldn't be so angry with me, Commander." Fiera said, ignoring the fact that he was gaping at her.

"You had no right to disband the Templar order. That decision should have been the Inquisition's." Cullen said, glaring at her as his blush deepened.

"As I told you in the war room, you wanted the Templars' help in the Inquisition. I delivered them. It would have taken far too long for them to rebuild and recuperate from the losses they face now and we need the forces now and not two weeks or even two years from now. You wanted allies and I brought them to you. You wanted the Templars, not the mages, and I delivered. I had no time to wait around for the Inquisition's decision and I made the call myself." Fiera retorted, glaring at him.

Cullen stood there, staring at her. He was shocked, but he knew that she was being logical. "You still had no right." He insisted.

"And you do?" Fiera asked, crossing her arms. "You and Josephine and Leliana and Cassandra have the authority to disband the Templar order?"

Cullen tried to find a good answer, but couldn't.

"Cullen, we needed the allies. I did what needed to have been done to get those allies. They are welcome to rebuild the order once this is all through, but for now it would take far too long. That's time that we do not have against the enemy. That's time we cannot spare waiting for things to fall into place. We are at war, whether we like it or not, and I made the call that no one else seemed to want to." Fiera said. She sighed and went up to him. "Look, Cullen, I understand that I should have waited, conferred with you and the others- especially you since you were a Templar yourself- but we couldn't afford to wait. I'm sorry if you feel I overstepped somewhere or upset you at all."

Cullen looked down at her and sighed. "It's fine. You are, as always thus far, right. We need the allies and it would take months to rebuild what we lost at Therinfal. I may not like it, but you made the right call. I would have done so in your place."

Fiera smirked at him. "My, my, what is this I am hearing? The Commander admitting he was wrong?"

Cullen blushed a bit and glared at her. "I don't know what you are talking about."

Fiera giggled and smiled at that. "It's alright, Cullen. I won't tell." She said and kissed his cheek. "Try not to be so serious all the time, OK?" And she grabbed a tunic and slipped it out as she left her room, heading towards the forge to have her armor and weapons tuned up.

Cullen watched her leave the room and felt his blush deepen. She was really something, Cullen found himself thinking. He was glad to have met her.

After the incident at Therinfal, everyone seemed to respect Fiera's word more and more. She made the tough calls, filled the shoes of the missing leader as best as she could, and people listened. She went through the lands, helping people, acting as the voice of reason for many. When she had ventured to Recliffe, after being invited by the Grand Enchanter, Fiona, in Val Royeaux, Fiera found herself unwelcome. Fiona didn't know anything about the invitation, thinking someone posed as her and invited the Herald to Redcliffe. Fiera was confused, but met with the magister Alexius and tried to strike a bargain with him. Nothing came of it, but Fiera learned of a plot against her involving the Venatori, a cult that worshipped the Elder One. Thanks to Dorian, a Tevinter mage who once trained under Alexius, Fiera knew of the plot and was preparing for what would come of it.

Eventually, Fiera found herself in the war room, preparing to assault the Breach. They had prepared long and hard for this and finally, they were ready. She stood in the war room, discussing with her advisors the plan of attack.

As Fiera listened to Cullen noting that the Templars were ready for action, she looked up at him when he added, "Be certain you are prepared for the assault on the Breach. We cannot know how you will be affected."

"Well, now, Commander. Do I hear a note of worry in your voice?" Fiera asked, smirking a bit.

Cullen cleared his throat and blushed a little. "Well, uh, yes, of course, Herald. That mark is the only weapon against the rifts and the Breach we have. You have the burden of carrying it and from what I have been told, it was painful for you to be that close to the Breach."

"Don't worry, Commander, I will be fine. Since the first attempt, the mark does not bother me much. It only aches a bit near rifts." Fiera replied.

"Still, we must be careful." Cullen insisted.

"Very well, Commander." Fiera said. "Now, if there is nothing else we must discuss, I suggest we get moving. And quickly."

The others agreed and left the war room to prepare for the task ahead. Fiera and Cullen were the last to leave the room, but Cullen pulled Fiera back for a moment.

"Yes, Commander?" Fiera asked, looking at him as he let go of her arm.

"Please, Fiera, be careful. You are the only hope we have at stopping this chaos and bringing peace. We all need you." He said, only dropping her title with the others out of the room.

Fiera smiled. "I promise, I will be careful. I'll see you after we close the Breach, alright?"

Cullen, satisfied with that, nodded. "I will hold you to that promise. I will ready the men and we'll be prepared to give you any backup you may need."

Fiera nodded and began to leave the room, but stopped and turned when Cullen wished her luck. "Luck seems to have been on our side all along, now, hasn't it Commander?" she replied with a smile and left Cullen to prepare herself for the assault on the Breach.

Cullen watched as she disappeared into her quarters and went to the training camp to prepare the men.

Fiera and the others went to the ruins of the Temple of Sacred Ashes and gazed up at the Breach. Fiera felt a stinging and aching pain in her hand as it began to glow and spark green. She looked to Cassandra and Solas and nodded, letting them know that she was ready. As she walked towards the Breach, Cassandra and Solas addressed the Templars behind her.

"Templars!" Cassandra called, grabbing their attention.

"Focus past the Herald!" Solas said. "Let her will draw from you!"

Fiera looked back for a moment, seeing that the others were ready, then back at the Breach as it seemed to begin to lash out at her. She pushed her way forward, forcing herself further in towards the center of the Breach. Behind her, the Templars thrust their swords into the ground and knelt, trying to focus their energy and their powers as Templars on the Breach and aiding the Herald of Andraste. Fiera thrust her hand up towards the heavens and released the power of the mark. She felt vast amounts of incredible energy coursing through her and she smiled for a moment when she felt the Breach beginning to close.

As the Breach closed, it released a small burst of exhausted energy and exploded, knocking Fiera and the others off their feet. Cassandra was among the first to regain their footing and she ran to Fiera, pushing past the mages. She stopped when she saw her kneeling as she caught her breath. Cassandra sighed in relief and helped Fiera up.

"You did it." She said, almost in disbelief.

Fiera looked to the others and smiled in relief as they cheered. "It's over…" she said to herself and looked up at the sky. It was still scarred, but the Breach was closed and all they needed to do now was ensure that the remaining rifts were closed.

Fiera and the others began their trek back to Haven and when they arrived, the village was bustling with cheer and dancing. Everyone was happy that it was all over and it was a celebration.

Fiera managed to sneak away and found a spot where she could catch a breather and relax. She overlooked the men dancing and laughing as Cassandra came up next to her.

"Solas confirms the heavens are scarred, but calm. The Breach is sealed." She reported.

"Good."

"We've reports of lingering rifts, and many questions remain, but this was a victory." Cassandra continued. "Word of your heroism has spread."

Fiera shook her head. "You know how many were involved. Luck put me at the center."

"A strange kind of luck." Cassandra said. "I'm not sure if we need more or less. But you're right. This was a victory of alliance. One of the few in recent memory."

Fiera smiled at that. "I think the kind of luck that we have of late has been in our favor."

"With the Breach closed, that alliance will need new focus." Cassandra added.

Out of nowhere, the bells began to ring and soldiers were running to the defenses. Cullen came out of the keep and began shouting orders. "Forces approaching! To arms!"

Fiera watched as the soldiers ran to their positions and the townspeople began to panic.

"What the…?" Cassandra started. "We must get to the gates!" She finished, drawing her sword.

Fiera followed Cassandra to the gates and when they joined Cullen, she knew it was bad.

"Cullen?" Cassandra asked.

"One watchguard reporting." Cullen told them. "It's a massive force, the bulk over the mountain."

Leliana and Josephine joined them.

"Under what banner?" Josephine asked.

"None." Cullen replied.

"None?" she asked.

Fiera looked at the gates and saw a burst of light come from below the bottom of the doors. The gates shook and a familiar voice called from the other side.

"If someone could open this, I'd appreciate it!"

"Dorian!" Fiera said, then rushed to the gates, pushing the doors open.

Dorian looked up from where he knelt, catching his breath. Around him were men who looked like enemies Fiera had seen before.

"Ah! I'm here to warn you." He said, struggling to stand as Cullen sheathed his sword. "And fashionably late, I'm afraid."

Fiera watched as he slumped over and Cullen caught him, trying to steady him. "Dorian, are you alright?" she asked.

"Might exhausted." He replied, pushing himself upright. "Don't mind me."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

Dorian nodded. "I bring grave news from Redcliffe. There is an army of rebel mages right behind me. They're under the command of the Venatori, in service to something called the Elder One."

"This Elder One seems to be behind the rifts. It's been causing chaos everywhere." Fiera said. "It was behind the Red Templars and the Envy Demon at Therinfal Redoubt."

Dorian turned and pointed. "The woman is Calpernia. She commands the Venatori. For this Elder One."

Fiera's eyes widened as she saw the monstrous figure standing next to Calpernia. Even at a distance, it was still terrifying.

"They were already marching on Haven, Herald." Dorian said, looking at her. "I risked my life getting here before they did."

"Cullen, give me a plan, anything!" Fiera said, turning to her commander.

"Haven is no fortress." He said, looking at her. "If we are to withstand this monster, we must control the battle. Get out there and hit that force. Use everything you can." He drew his sword, then turned to the soldiers. "Soldiers, gather the villagers. Fortify and watch for any advanced forces. Inquisition, with the Herald! For your lives! For all of us!"

Cullen and his men began spreading out, protecting the village, while Fiera took Iron Bull, Varric, and Blackwall with her to reach to trebuchets. The one closest to the gates needed time to prepare, but the Venatori were already closing in.

"Keep them off us, give us time to load the trebuchet!" one of the soldiers said.

Fiera and the others nodded and fended off the Venatori until the trebuchet was ready. They fired a shot and watched as it landed. The soldier told them the other trebuchet wasn't firing and asked that they go and get it up and running.

Nodding, Fiera and the others went to the other trebuchet and found more Venatori. While Iron Bull and Blackwall fended off the closer Venatori, Varric covered Fiera's back and told her to ready the trebuchet. She cranked the siege weapon and when it was ready and the Venatori attacking them were dead, Fiera released the trebuchet and she and the others watched as their shot landed on the mountain side, causing an avalanche that covered almost all of the Venatori army. They cheered and Fiera smiled, but then the smile faded when a dragon soared out of nowhere and destroyed the trebuchet with a fireball.