Disclaimer: Not mine- of course, hope I didn't make too many mistakes since English is not my first language and it is rather late. Criticism is welcome. Enjoy
Aftermath
Even though Skyhold was a mess, Inquisition forces managed to get the Keep up and running in basically no time. Rubble was cleared, roofs were fixed, barracks set up. The mages did their fair share but slowly the first messages came in, describing the chaos Haven's destruction had left.
Cullen was trying to get some kind of order in the dank room he had occupied in the tower directly next to the gates. Leliana and Josephiene had somehow managed to organize loads of paper and other direly needed materials but it was up to him to set everything up, seeing to the supplies the soldiers needed, since most had escaped with only the things they had carried on them, some not even that. A soft knocking noise came from the door, when he turned around he saw the Lady Inquisitor entering. The woman looked miserable, smaler than usual, shoulders slumped, a crumpeled parchment in her hands.
He nodded. „Lady Inquisitor." she nervously licked her lips. „Cullen, I..." she said quietly. A cold feeling spread through his stomach. The Commander put down a stack of paper he had just been looking over. „What is it?"
„We just recieved a report... The Templar Order has truly fallen, they are Corypheus' now... I'm so sorry." She handed him the parchment.
Cullen felt as if he was falling. So far he had hoped that only a part of the Templars had succumbed to the Magister. But Corypheus had suceeded? Was the Order that weak? Is friends, former colleagues now his enemies?
„I'm so sorry. You trustet me to help them. I should have gone to the Order first and-" „What happened to the Templars is not your fault." He interuptet her harshly. „None of this is your fault." he said softer when he saw her flinching. „Corypheus won't get the better of us again." He put down the parchment. „Not ever." She nodded. „I will not fail your trust in me again." the Inquisitor said as she turned to leave. „You could never fail me." He whispered, barely audible as the door clicked shut.