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Chapter 11

Looking at the maps of the Deep Roads that Bhelen got them, Harry made sure learn as much as he could about the Anvil of the Void and its maker, Paragon Caradin. Apparently, Caradin was born in the Ancient Age during the First Blight. A product of a love affair between a noblewoman of House Ortan and a Smith Caste worker. During the Blight, while the dwarves were hard pressed to push back the invading Darkspawn, Caradin created the first Golem and was rewarded with being made a living Paragon. Given leave, Caradin created more Golems for the next six years before stopping altogether and vanishing. It seemed that he also designed the Legion of the Dead stronghold Bownammer.

Looking at the map of the Deep Roads more closely, Harry saw that Bownammer was far into the Deep Roads, in fact it was the furthest thaig that was closest to Orzammar. The others beyond would take an entire month to reach it, whereas Bownammer from what the notes said, told that it would take at most three weeks of constant trekking to reach it. If there was anywhere where the Anvil of the Void was, it would be there, and so would Branka.

"Well since we're alone, why don't you tell us what that whole fight was about earlier? The whole 'Serve My Will' thing you said earlier." Alistair asked suddenly, making Harry look up from his research.

Harry said nothing as he looked at Alistair, Zevran and Sten. All of who were wondering the same things as well. Sighing, he indicated for them to all sit down before grabbing his drink and gulping it down. Once they were all seated, Harry began to recount his story, from his origins to what had happened between himself and Voldemort. He told them about being bonded with the spirit of his long dead ancestor and some of the abilities that came with it. All the while the others kept silent.

"I heard about Voldemort while I was training to become a Templar. From what I had heard of him, he was said to be an extremely powerful blood mage and that he delved in to some very dark magic." Alistair remarked. "When I heard about the attack on the Potter family in the Free Marches, there was talk of sending Templar forces to try and find him and kill him."

"Every time they did so, Voldemort just killed them. It did not help that he had a fanatical following with him." Harry said darkly.

"Yeah well, when Voldemort declared war against the Chantry and the rest of the world, there was a great deal of support when he began burning villages and attacking cities. Many of the stories said that he had an army of the undead and other assorted creatures." Alistair continued. "But when news reached us that a person called the Gravewalker was waging his own war against Voldemort, even more came to his side. The last I had heard of him was after the people that he commanded had returned from the Battle of Abyssal Reach."

"Unfortunately some of his followers lived, as well as his first lieutenant. When they heard that their master was killed they went underground and began to plan their revenge. Luckily I managed to stop them before any serious damage could be done." Harry said.

"So in all that time you never used blood magic?" Alistair asked.

"No." Harry answered, shaking his head. "I abhor blood magic, and anyone who can justify using it is just as foolish as saying that they can survive falling from getting their head chopped off."

"I've heard tales of the Gravewalker. It was said that he was unable to be killed and that whenever he was around, it would mean that your time was up and that he was there to kill you." Zevran said.

Here Harry laughed loudly, not believing the tales that were told.

"You have led a rather interesting life, haven't you? Evil mages, Spirits, armies clashing. Sounds like something my caretaker would have told me when I was younger." Zevran remarked.

"Indeed. Your life has been filled with pain and suffering, but you have come out of this stronger and for that you have my respect kadan." Sten said, inclining his head forward a little in a sign of respect.

"How old are you Harry? I ask only because my father was killed five years ago." Alistair asked.

"Your father, Maric. I remember meeting him when he was passing by near my home with Loghain, both of whom were out because your father wanted to take a few days away from being king." Harry said with a smile as he remembered that day.

Flashback

Bringing his axe back down again, Harry continued to chop the wood in to pieces. Brushing the two pieces of and setting another log down, Harry lifted his axe back up and brought it back down again. Finished with his chore, he placed the axe near the door to his home and picked up the pieces of wood and gathered them up and placed them a little ways off from his other tools he uses for farming.

Noticing that the sun was going to set soon, he gave a sigh of content and was about to enter his home when he heard voices coming from the path that led to his home. Listening closely, Harry could distinctively hear two older men having a conversation. As the voices grew nearer, so to could the nature of their conversation be made out.

"I'm telling you Maric, there is no one here. This path is going to lead us nowhere!" he heard one of the men say, frustration clearly in his voice.

"Ah what could there be in a little adventure my friend! Besides, we might be lucky." The other man replied, happy and without care.

"The last time we went on an adventure, I had to save you from being skewered by a wild boar." The other man grumbled.

Harry heard the other man laugh at that. "Look! I thing I see light coming from that direction!" the man said loudly.

The sound of grumbling could be faintly heard as the sound of footsteps drowned it out. It did not take long for the two men to enter into the vicinity and into Harry's line of sight. The first thing that he noticed of the two men was the fact that they were quite large. Not as large as a Qunari but large all the same. Clearly warriors by their build and armed with a simple sword and shield with a travel pack on their backs. The man on the left was blonde and had blue eyes. His hair was tied back in a ponytail, while the man on the right had black hair, also in a ponytail, with blue eyes.

Noticing him they called out. "Ho there stranger! By any chance is this your home?!" The man on the left asked jovially.

"Indeed. And may I ask who you two are to come this way?" Harry asked as the two men stepped closer.

"Are you daft boy?! You speak to the king of Fereldan!" the other man exclaimed.

"Well you certainly don't look very kingly to me." Harry remarked much to the amusment of the blonde man.

"Well I am indeed the king. Though I am taking a break as it were, of my kingly duties. You may call me Maric. And this dour fellow is Loghain." Maric said, introducing himself and the mother man, Loghain.

"Pleasure." Loghain drawled out.

"Well seeing as it is going to be night soon, I suggest you stay with my wife and I for the night. Dinner is about to begin." Harry said, leading them into his home.

"Much appreciated my friend." Maric thanked, following Harry. "You see Loghain, I told you there was someone here!"

Opening the door to his home, Harry led the two men into the dining area and went to the kitchen to tell his wife of the extra mouths to feed. Entering the kitchen, Harry saw Luna working with dinner by chopping up the vegetables and the potatoes. Sneaking up behind her, Harry wrapped his hands around his wife's waist and placed his head on her shoulder.

"Hey Luna, it seems we're going to have two guests for the night and as such you're going to have to cook more." Harry whispered into her ear.

"Are you sure you're not saying that just to have the chance to eat more food?" Luna joked, placing the cut potatoes into the boiling pot of stew.

Harry chuckled at her joke, as they both knew how much he loved his wife's cooking. "Ah if only that were the case. Alas it seems that our two guest will have to go hungry tonight." Harry replied.

"Oh alright, but they're going to have to wait for a while till I'm done." Luna said.

"Thank you dear." Harry said kissing Luna on the cheek before leaving the kitchen and entering the dining room. "It would seem that your rather untimely arrival has made my wife prepare even more food and as such we're going to have to wait a bit longer because of that." Harry said to the two gentlemen seated down.

"It is perfectly understandable sir. We thank you for the hospitality you have shown us." Maric said with a smile.

"Well since we're waiting, why don't you ask me some questions, since I can tell that you are just brimming with them." Harry said, clapping his hands together and taking a seat himself.

Flashback

"That was how I meet your father and Loghain. I met with them a few more times before your father died in the storm. After that, Loghain did not return anymore." Harry finished his explanation on Maric. "And shame on you Alistair, for asking me my age."

"Sorry." Alistair apologised.

Harry chuckled at that. "But to answer your question, I'm currently 27, with Luna being 25."

"Well how did you know about me being Maric's son?" Alistair asked.

"You have some of your father's features as well as his bearings and attitude. And his fondness for cheese." Harry answered. "But to be honest, it was a lucky guess. Your immediate denial confirmed that."

Suddenly the door opened and in stepped Bhelen along with another dwarf. This dwarf had a bright orange hair and beard, with clear blue eyes. He wore some heave armour but wielded no weapon. Unlike most dwarves, whose beard was either brushed down, this dwarf's beard was knotted into two distinct trails stopping just halfway to his chest.

"Alright, now might I ask why it is you brought?" the dwarf asked, harshly.

"You're going to help these people find your wife Oghren." Bhelen drawled before leaving them.

"So you're the people who were I hired to search for my wife?" Oghren asked. "You don't look like much."

"Neither do you, but looks can be deceiving, especially to a warrior. But yes, we are going to find your wife. Any information you can provide would be useful." Harry answered.

"Well slap me twice and call me Sally! Let's get going!" Oghren exclaimed.

"From what I've researched, it would seem that your wife might have made her way towards the Legion of Dead fortress of Bownammer to search for the Anvil of the Void." Harry explained as he pointed placed a finger on the fortress marked on the map.

Oghren made his way to the map and nodded. "Yeah, Branka theorised as much. Said that if there was one place the Caradin would have hid the Anvil it would be there. Unfortunately we would have to pass through much of the Deep Roads to even reach it, and that would take weeks!" he said.

"Well then, let's get going." Luna said as she got up and made for the door.

"I've been waiting to hear those words for two years." Oghren said, following after her.

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