Prologue: Cold Mountains
It was a cold and snowy night in the Frostback Mountain village of Haven. This was a village of the dark and the bizarre…something that the person walking up to the guard seemed to revel in as he was slightly chuckling as he was walking up.
"Halt," the guard tiredly exclaimed as he was walking up to the stranger.
The stranger stopped as ordered but he didn't stop in his slight amusement at the aura of darkness of the village.
The guard opened his bleary eyes and fully noticed the stranger. The stranger was covered in a black cloak from head to foot. The cowl was obscuring everything from the nose up. Below that was a man's face in very much need of a shave. On the man's feet was a pair of leather boots, useful for a trip up the mountains. The man was still giving the occasional chuckle but otherwise he was trying to keep quiet.
"State your business, stranger." The guard ordered.
The man said nothing, but held up a glowing object in his gloved hands (also leather). The object shined into the guard's eyes, but to the guard, it only lasted a few seconds before he forgot that someone was even standing in front of him.
The stranger walked passed while the guard didn't even notice that someone had walked pass him.
'Soon, my dear doctor…soon you will find me out. But by then, I will have everyone on this miserable planet dancing to my tune. The darkspawn…the Fereldan nobility…even that annoying Grey Warden and her troupe will be my pawns. Whether they like it…or not…' The Cloaked Man thought.
And this is it for the prologue. For notes on this story, this is a standalone from the Doctor Who universe and roughly a year before the events in Dragon Age: Origins (at least the prologue is a year off).