Diary of Chris Trevelyan day 1:
Dear diary,
I don't know why what to say. I just got the report this morning, some lackey with a face as white as a ghoul came up to me stumbling and bumbling words that I can only make out as "Word fer you milord" I thanked the boy and opened the letter, what was inside was horrifying.
Haven, my sisters base of operations, is burnt and buried, scouts say a large army of ungodly creatures laid seige upon it and, with the help of a bloody dragon of all things, conquered 's strange about all of this is that after the attack an avalanche buried the Inquisition base.
"A fail safe milord?" theorized Edwin.
"Perhaps they wanted to bury all documents about their discoveries?" Lucillia chimed in. "We will find out as soon as we reach the ruins" I told them.
Day 3
Dear Diary,
Now that I have more time to write I suppose I can unveil the details of my mission. I was sent by my father to investigate my sister's whereabouts and report back.
He is well aware of her position as the Herald Of Andraste so this mission isn't only for family reasons, we must also inform Orlais of her whereabouts. Those noble bastards don't support her, why should they care? Until now they have only spat on the Inquisition, and now they do? It smells fishy, those shifty-eyed pricks are only concerned for their own hide!
He only gave me this order, not Maxwell, not our nephews in Redcliffe, only me. Why? Was Max's dragon hunt too important? Would he rather chase death than his own sister?
I despise him, his hopes of grandeur and his smugness towards the ladies of the courts make me hate him, he could never have accompanied the Magistrates to the Conclave because he would be too busy flirting with them!
However I'm glad I was chosen, I love my sister to bits and I would gladly lead a search party for her even if it lead me into Trevinter territory.
It's getting dark outside and we camp out in the Inquisition camps on the Storm Coast after having made the boat trip over the strong coursing river, and I shit you not diary today, I Chris Trevelyan witnessed my first dragon!
I could not make out much but I definitely could make out a dragon's shape in the mist! The captain says it doesn't attack the boats carrying merchants and refugees but gives all the pirates in the area a run for their money. Huh, so even dragons have a sense of chivalry, I should bring the dragon to Orlais and give them a lesson on it!
After having landed we greet a company of scouts who fly the banner of the Inquisition. We camp with them. In a few days we will reach Haven, and we will uncover this mystery.
Day 6:
Dear diary,
By the maker! This place is as beat up as the reports say, and then some! The only thing visible was the Chantry and the trebuchets, bodies of what seem to be Templars and Inquisition soldiers are scattered across the site, and the place was awfully quiet.
"These aren't regular Templars milord! They have Lyrium growing out of em'! The red kind!" Edwin informed me.
"Didn't the Templars fight the spread of the stuff? Why would they use it? No less get infected by it?" Lilliana asked.
"I do not know! We must sea-"
"Hold it right there graverobber! What are you doing on Inquisition grounds?" A Inquisition battalion had surrounded us!
I spoke out "I am Chris Trevelyan, I was ordered to find out my sister's whereabouts, last report said a big battle took place here in Haven!"
"Oh, I'm sorry milord I did not know!" Their leader apologized bowing in a hastily manner, he continued "Well if you want to find the Herald she has established a new base in the abandoned Skyhold. Now if you must excuse us we must continue burying our dead, walk in the maker's light ser Trevelyan!" He saluted me and he and his men continued handling their deceased.
"Well that was scary for a second innit?" Edwin sighed.
"Should we write a report and return to the marches?" He continued already having whipped out a piece of parchment out of his horse's bag.
"Yes, write the report and return home. However I will meet my sister in Skyhold alone I want to see her with my own eyes that she is safe, tell Father I will send correspondence once I arrive" I ordered.
"You sure you want to go alone?" Lilliana asked.
"You will need protection along the way! Highwaymen are popping up everywhere these days, you'll be dead once you reach the mountains, don't be foolish milord" Lilliana pleaded.
"I know, but this mission will be my own." I explained.
Now diary you probably ask: Why would you go alone? And there is a good answer for that. You see the Free Marches have been under attack by everything ranging from bandits to ghouls.
The Free Marches are exacty that: Free, meaning it is not under control by Orlais nor Fereldan also meaning it's free game to bandits and foreign invaders because we hold no diplomatic relevance in the big scheme of things, yet Orlais still feels it needs to invite us to their balls thinking once we have had enough of being pestered by bandits and such we would surrender and ask for Orlaisian and Ferlendan assistance and that day will never come! For our motto isn't: Modest in temper, bold in deed!
My father already made a huge risk of letting one his best commanders out on a search party for his daughter. I musn't keep Edwin and Lilliana waiting with a dumb personal quest, they must return home and take my spot as commanders in my place.
"As you wish milord" Lilliana said. Both of them bowed and saddled their horses.
I packed my own horse with everything I could and set out towards Skyhold.