Dragon Age: Dovahkiin

by Arch-Daishou

She came from distant shores to see a new world. What she found was a land cursed and a darkness to nearly rival Alduin himself. Lands gripped by hate and bigotry towards her kind and magic itself. Why are these lands so cursed? Does the answers reside in the Dawn and Dusk? (Long chapters & All Origins)

11. Shadows of Redcliffe

Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim or Dragon age: Origins

Co-author & Beta: Etheral-23

Shadows of Redcliffe

Sitting by her own made fire Morrigan studies the beginner's book of Conjuration given by Miara. Her golden eyes do not miss a single word as she tries to understand the mechanics of this magic school. Such mechanics were similar to how some mages could summon the power of spirits to various effects. The witch had knowledge of spells like those, as many of her enthropic magics depended of her ability to call upon a certain type of spirit, like fear or decay.

But Conjuration was about physically manifesting an otherworldly being into the world, practically instantly. Something that was impossible unless the mage were to have the necessary power at hand, like the result of Blood Magic sacrifice, or a binding ritual which takes time to prepare.

There were limitations to Conjuration of course, summoning more powerful types of these daedra required greater magical power, and permanently binding them required a lot of knowledge and experience, so most summoning's were only temporary. The giant, as the book described, variety of daedra required of multiple conjurers for those to be properly summoned and bound, or a very powerful and knowledgeable sorcerer.

Morrigan deduced t'would be best to start small and work her way up until she had greater understanding of this craft. She picked up another book which, according to Miara, had the knowledge of the spell on how to summon a Scamp, a type of lesser daedra and one of the most easily summoned beings.

She opened the text and began to read; as she did she detected the faint hum of magic emanating from the book. Her curiosity piqued, she applied a little of her own magic in the book, the results were... interesting.

A light flashed before her eyes and the book in her hands was reduced to dust. She witch scoffed in annoyance, now how was she going to learn the process of taping into the chaotic realms of Oblivion and finding a suitable creature for her to wrap with her magic as threads, the same way a puppeteer does to a puppet, effectively binding the creature if this one didn't offer much opposition, creating a link between her and it, and then calling it forth with her magic acting as a beacon into this world?

...How did she know that?

"By that looks on your face you're wondering how you just instantly know everything from that book before in burned into ashes right," Morrigan looks up seeing a playful gaze from the vampire Serana.

"That would be most helpful yes..."

"It's a Spell Tome" The tall woman said as if that explained everything.

"Clearly" The witch replied drily.

The vampire chuckles, "It's a magical book which has engraved the knowledge of how to do a particular spell. They are expensive and take time to make, but you get to learn spells faster that way by way of the tome transmitting the knowledge to you at the cost of its destruction"

Making an 'O' expression the young witch taps her chin; "Instead of taking hours of time shifting through pages, you learn it all in seconds. What an interesting tool."

"I agree," Serana nods. "Of course knowing and training is two different things. But I know you figured that out, though I would wish Neria was as open as you are…"

At that Morrigan scoffs. "I'm afraid the Circle did its works well upon her."

"Ahh the wonders of indoctrination" Serana grunts shaking her head.

The witch stands up and straightens her clothes. "Idle minds are weak minds" She replies. She then closes her eyes and focuses.

The experience was very fascinating, as she felt her magic touch upon a realm beyond the Fade, a realm of chaos and change yet vastly different than the realms of ideas and dreams. The tome had granted her the ability to easily find the creature of which it had contained information on how to summon.

She could feel it just like she felt the spirits of the Fade. But the essence of this being was... different. It was a creature of change, yet not easily mold-able like the manifestations of the Fade. Though like some of them, it had an animalistic level of intelligence and mindset.

She wrapped the being in her magic, it tried to resist, but her will was stronger.

The vampire princess whistles seeing Morrigan control the Scamp with relative ease; "Impressive for a beginner."

If it weren't for the fact the creature was ugly, and smelled, Morrigan would feel prouder of her achievement. "But scamps are easy" Serana says. "Any half-witted conjurer can summon one. Keep practicing and you may one day be able to summon beings higher in the food chain like dremoras"

A twitch comes from the witch's eye; "Yes... I will keep doing that Serana."

"And don't forget your physical training with Miara," the nord woman says absently walking away.

Oh joy, she gets to be forced into some brutish training like any barbarian with a blade. With a wave of her hand, she sent the scamp back to where it came from before picking up another book. Perhaps she could learn something how to conjure something more interesting before the grey elven woman decided it was her turn to sweat until she was close to dehydration.

XxX ~ xx ~ XxX

Standing vigil, Sten keeps his watch of all the surroundings at the campfire. The Qunari ever glances to the Tamrielians warily, seeing the young female elven warden speaking to the dark elf general.

"You're really going through with this?" Neria asks in exasperation. "I'm a mage Miara, a long range mage. Definitely not a Knight-Enchanter. I don't need warrior training"

"Warrior training, maybe not. Physical training, most definitely. Even mages who do not join the front lines must understand that if they do not take care of their bodies as much as their minds and magic they'll quickly go down if they find themselves in a tight spot" The dunmer explains. "Especially with all the traveling we're doing, you'll get tired more easily. And being tired during battle is lethal, you don't think straight, you don't react fast enough, you don't notice things around"

Sten absently nods approvingly as he listens; 'no truer words spoken.'

"I guess that makes sense," The Circle mage runs he hands down her face. "Before an idiot I know tried running, we were taken outside for some exercise."

"Well there you go. You need to build up your body's stamina and strength; we will start with the basics."

Walking over beside Sten, Marcus also listens in; "We'll leave for Redcliffe tomorrow" He informs him before turning to the look at the elves. "Seems Miara has started her work."

"Is going for this arl really necessary?" The Qunari asks.

The Cousland nods. "Indeed. Arl Eamon commands a lot of respect; he'll help us greatly against Loghain"

"The ways these 'nobles' rule themselves is vastly inefficient. Even at the threat of annihilation by the darkspawn they bicker among themselves for selfish reasons"

"I agree, even my father was not this blind to threats." Marcus nods; "While it's no excuse they just don't really understand the danger before us..."

The large Qunari eyes him for moment then looks back ahead; "You yourself are a noble correct. At least one shows intellect among you."

"Thanks... I guess" They fell into silence as the Warden casually looked at the younger elf who struggled to push herself from the ground. Miara was a harsh instructor apparently. "So" Marcus began. "Are you going to tell me why you killed that family?"

His stony expression gave away nothing as Sten crossed his arms; "Very well... When coming ashore with my brothers entering your borders at Lake Calenhad we were ambushed."

"Ambushed?" Marcus repeats with a thoughtful frown. "By bandits?"

"Darkspawn" Was the sole reply. And Marcus suddenly understood. "We were completely outnumbered and surrounded. My kith fought valiantly, and we managed to cut down every single one of the creatures... yet they still fell"

"Except for you"

His face again express nothing as Sten looks to Marcus; "A farmer and his family found me and tended to my wounds. When I awoke they told me where they found me. I asked them had my sword be with they found me. They did not see it."

In an instant a memory pops in Marcus's head; "My father told me once. The soldiers of the Qunari have weapon made specifically for them. As if an extension of your soul yes?"

"... Your father seemed a curious man, and very knowledgeable into knowing that detail of my people."

Marcus shrugs; "He found your people fascinating, he always said he wanted to go to Par Vollen and Seheron. He was just never certain how your leaders would react to a human noble."

"The same way I find most nobles perhaps. Inefficient and irritating" The qunari replies in a dry monotone.

The Warden can't help but chuckle at that. But the humor quickly vanishes to once more letting room for the dark deed Sten had committed. "When they told you they haven't seen it... you just killed them?"

"I did" There was nothing but regret in his words. Marcus could hear it in his voice, he thought of himself as a beast who done the act of a barbarian out of blind rage. "They had no reason to die, yet I slaughtered them, with my bare hands"

From what he knew of the Qun, it was very demanding and offered little personal choices in favor of order and stability. It restrained, in his opinion, the natural state of a person... but he couldn't help but wonder if the Qun had been formed not as a philosophy, but as a way to keep in check the Qunari's violent nature. He had heard the kind of savagery the Tal-Vashoth could cause, and the violence the Qunari were capable of when enraged. Perhaps the Qun was some self-imposed chains on their instincts as to not let that savage nature control them, and along the way, the Qunari themselves must have come to the realization that all should follow it.

But right now that didn't matter, what mattered was that before him was a man who had committed a grave mistake and knew it so he sought atonement.

Marcus rubs the back of his neck; "I am aware you cannot return to the Antaam without your weapon or the Arishok would have killed on sight for being a Tal-Vashoth correct?" Sten only lifts a brow, about the only sign he is surprised -maybe- but nods nonetheless. "Then I will help you look for it."

Taking a long and slow deep breath, Sten looks at the human for over a minute; "It may be foolish, but I will accept your aid. I have one question for you though." He points to Miara. "Do you trust her?"

"Yes" He said without hesitation, and was a little surprised of at his own forwardness if he was being honest. But despite everything she had kept from them, yes, he trusted her. "I bet she can help us find it"

Sten says nothing but nods looking back along with Marcus seeing Neria still trying physical exercises. "...Have a feeling Neria will take a while in her conditioning..." The Cousland mutters.

The young elf grunts with effort as she successfully pushes herself off the ground. "Two...!"

Miara shakes her head, this was just so sad. "It's one, Neria. Going up and down count as one"

Sten only makes a throaty grumbling noise shaking his head, the sight made Marcus chuckle again.

XxX ~ next morning ~ XxX

As the dwarven merchant and son drive the wagon to Redcliffe, Leliana looks to an exhausted Morrigan and Neria. "You two alright?"

Riding Shadowmere Miara snorts; "They have a long~ way to go before they are alright." She kept her eyes to the skies, Odahviing had not been happy with hiding in the nearby gorge while they went to Redcliffe, but the people would panic at the sight of a large red dragon.

She had promised to call him if anything happened though.

"Water please..." The younger elf moans in a raspy voice. Alistair hands her the water skin to which she greedily drinks. Sighing in satisfaction, she returns it to the senior Warden and can't help but notice he's lost and troubled gaze. "Is something wrong Alistair?"

"Ah?" He looked like he barely registered someone said his name. "Oh yes, I'm-I'm alright"

"Are you worried about arl Eamon?" The former bard asked. From what he had told them, he was close to the man once, having grown up under his protection before being given to the Chantry.

"Yes, I worry that his condition is worse than we believe" He paused "But... that's not what concerns me right now actually"

Gin looks at him with a raised brow. "What is it?" He asked in concern for his companion.

His companion only sighed in resignation. "I... should tell you something before we get to Redcliffe"

The group listens silently; Morrigan would have said something sarcastic if she was not so sore. Even Shale walking beside the wagon listens absently; "Well you all know how Arl Eamon raised me before sending me to the Chantry. Well... That was because I am King Maric's son..."

The reactions were mostly the same -Sten and Shale found it curious but didn't really care-, stunned silent looks. Marcus chuckled weakly. "Heh, I-I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?"

"Yeah" The senior Warden scratches his neck awkwardly. "I'm Maric's son"

Marcus' eyes widen in recognition. "So you're the bastard... I heard rumors among the court, but, well I-I didn't think they were true"

Serana gives an incredulous look. "There were rumors?"

"King Maric had a... reputation" The Cousland said tactfully.

"He means he got around" Alistair deadpanned. "...A lot"

Gin rubs the back of his head; "Yeah... We heard about that in the Alienage too. Think he had a fling with an elven woman there as my father said once."

The dark elf looks to Alistair; "Why did they have you not with at brother's side? I know a former Jarl in Skyrim whose bastard son was among his family in Whiterun."

"Most likely because they did not want issues with who held the crown. Honestly I never cared, Cailen was a far better ruler than I would have been," Alistair mutters.

"Aw don't sell yourself short" Leliana said compassionately with a smile on her lips. "I'm sure you would have been a great king"

Alistair only laughs, finding the idea hilarious. "Yeah right. Don't go saying that, or you'll get some weird idea into Marcus' head" He turns to see his warrior comrade who does have a thoughtful look on his face, and it disturbs Alistair greatly. "Nuh-uh, forget it"

"But Alistair-"

"I know what you're thinking. No. Definitely not" He says with finality.

Marcus nearly hisses. "We have no king"

"We have a queen" Alistair points out.

Gin lifts a finger; "A queen with no heirs. You need a king to fulfill that role."

"Is everyone against me here?" Alistair slumps. "I. Do. NOT. Want to be king..."

"Why not?" Miara asks. "It's your heritage"

"Oh yes, the heritage of a stable boy whose mother got knocked up and dumped by the king who freed Ferelden" He grumbled blithely.

"It'd make for a great story" The redhead mumbles.

"How about someone better suited?" Alistair argues. "Like you Marcus!"

"You're kidding me right?" Marcus says incredulously.

"Hey, you were keen on the idea of my inheriting the throne"

"Look, my own family got thrown out of our teryrn. The country is about to start a civil war and to top it all off, there is Blight going on. Alistair we need something that would truly unite the people, we need someone of Calenhad's line"

Regaining her voice Morrigan looks to Marcus; "He did bring up something interesting though. You could be king yourself Marcus. The Cousland family is the oldest of Ferelden after all. Even I know that."

"That does make some sense," Neria nods.

"I am flattered," Marcus speaks dryly; "And while yes Anora is a good person and very beautiful, I share something in common with Sten. I don't have much patience with most nobles and politics. I was more than happy to help my father and brother with Highever affairs, but I never planned of immersing myself too much into the court" He had wanted to live out his days with Iona... but that wasn't possible anymore.

"And you think I do?" Alistair said with a frown. "I don't even know the first thing about politics or economics"

"You'd have advisers for that" Serana points out. "And you could learn with time. Lots of people who were great kings weren't taught either"

"Look, I thank you for thinking so highly of me" Someone had to do it, Miara thought, as he didn't seem to hold a very high opinion of himself. "But trust me, I neither desire, nor am I suited for the throne"

The dark elf holds a thoughtful frown under her mask and hood. She really did not like how the young man was so determined to be negative about himself.

Marcus sighs and leans back on his seat. "Fine... But mark my words Alistair; you won't be able to escape this, not in a time like this. And Arl Eamon will surely suggest the same thing"

"If he is alright" Gin comments, his tone grim.

"...Yeah"

Petting Bran's head, Neria looks to her hound; "And what's your opinion boy?"

Her war hound looks up to her, whining before lightly barking softly. Miara nods; "I know it does and can be annoying..."

"Come now" Leliana tries to be optimistic. "Perhaps things are not so bad"

Once again, Miara laughs at the hopeless notion. "Oh you poor fool"

No one noticing Gin having a strange look sitting beside Sten; "No one is questioning how Miara just answered the hound?" He asks quietly.

"The hound showing more intelligence than most of the present company," the Qunari says absently.

XxX ~ xx ~ XxX

Descending down the hill with the group, Miara and Serana finally got a good view of Redcliffe. It was a large village short of being a small city at the border of the great lake; in the distance they saw a magnificent castle down the village's valley.

The analytical warrior side of herself recognized Redcliffe as a good strategic base, having only one way in and out due to the hills and the lake, making it only more difficult for any invading force. She reckoned the fortress to be borderline unassailable.

Marcus soon confirmed her suspicions. "Redcliffe Castle" He began. "The first and last line of defense for the sole land route into Ferelden, the country has never fallen to any force that did not first take Redcliffe"

Shale only shrugs; "As long as there are no birds I could care less."

Getting closer both Bran and Loke lift their heads, fully alert, as Serana narrows her eyes; "You boys smell it too?" Both hounds bark. "There's blood in the air."

They pay closer attention to their surroundings, some patches of grass had been scorched, and there were weapons scattered around, yet strangely there were no bodies.

Gin kneels and dips his fingers into a reddened part of the soil. The city elf rubs them together and smells. "Dried blood. There was a battle here, recently"

Alistair only feels a cold knot in his stomach he looks over to Bodahn and his son; "Keep yourselves and the wagon a safe distance."

"Could not agree more... Let's go Sandal." With that, they turn and leave.

Marcus narrows his eyes. "Something is going on here, let's go" Taking lead, the young Cousland moves ahead as the others follow.

As the group advances they see a man dressed in commoner's clothes that have seen better days. On his hand was a sword but it was obvious he didn't have much idea of how to properly use as seen by the sloppy stance he took when he saw them. His face was dirty with soot and showed great tiredness and fear, which soon turned to relief.

"Y-You're people, thank the Maker help has arrived!"

Nearing the cement arch bridge Marcus and the others stop; "What's wrong? We came to see Eamon"

"The Arl? Then... You haven't heard? The castle has been silent for days save these bloody monsters that come out every night!"

Alistair is quickly up at Marcus's side; "Then who is leading the village?"

"B-Bann Teagan is in charge" The man stutters. "He's been leading the militia to defend the village from those... things"

"What things?" Neria asks in confusion. "What's been attacking you? Darkspawn?"

The man's face grows more panicked by the second as memories assault him. "Maker help us. I've never seen anything like those things. T-They were dead but they just kept rising and coming back every night..."

Shale lifts a stony brow; "The dead rising? Lovely..."

Marcus grabs the man's shoulders; "Calm down. What's your name?"

"…Tomas."

"Tomas, we will go speak with Teagan. Where is he?" The Cousland's soothing tone calms the man's nerves slight.

A small grumble comes from Morrigan; "More senseless heroics," She mutters quietly.

Marcus shrugs. "Sit this one out if you prefer. You can wait for us near the village, all alone, while the corpses rise"

The witch seemed to actually be considering it for a moment. She finally sighed waved her hand forward. "Heroics away"

XxX ~ xx ~ XxX

The village had seen better days, of that there was no doubt. There were signs of fighting in all over them; some had even been burnt down. The smell of death was still fresh in the air.

"Been a while since we faced a sizable undead force" The Dragonborn said with nostalgia.

"Remind me to keep away from you when we fight" The last thing the vampire princess wanted was to get caught on the blast of Dawnbreaker... again.

"You two shouldn't be taking this so light heartily" Neria said. It wasn't chiding as much as it was her feeling very disturbed by their nonchalant attitude about the whole situation.

As neared the Chantry, the saw a group of militia men being instructed by, of all things, a dwarven woman. She appeared to be in her twenties, her reddish brown hair was tied in ponytail behind her head while two bangs framed her face. Her eyes were green, youthful yet experienced.

She wore a brownish black armor of intricate geometrical designs with dwarven symbols carved on them. On her back rested a hexagon shaped shield and carried a long sword on her waist.

"Keep those shields up!" She barked at the men. "You're holding the shields not hiding behind them!"

Marcus physically freezes at the sight of the dwarven woman yelling out orders. The others stop as Leliana leans to him seeing the pure disbelief in his silver eyes; "Do you know her?"

"You're gripping that sword too tightly; you have to relax some when wielding a weapon." Oh he knew that husky voice anywhere.

But not outside of Orzammar.

"Sereda..!"

The dwarven woman turned around, hazel eyes stare in shock at the one who had called her name. "Stone... Marcus I can't believe it's you!" The Cousland sprinted towards her and they tightly grasped each other's arms in greeting. "By the Ancestors what are you doing here?" She said with a mixture of disbelief and joy.

"That's my question, what the hell are you doing topside?" upon letting go of each other's arm Sereda's eyes look to the ground. "What's wrong? What happened?" He asks in concern.

The dwarven lass takes a few seconds to collect her. "Bhelen" She spats the name with anger and grief. "He killed Trian and framed me for it..."

"Maker's breathe, your own brother?"

The former princess of Orzammar crossed her arms, a dark look on her eyes. "I'm fine" She said firmly. "I'm over it" A clear lie.

Seeing how his dwarven friend was not going to open up at the moment Marcus sighs; "How did you get to the surface? And to Redcliffe of all places?"

"It wasn't easy..." She drawled with a sigh. "I had to crawl out of the Deep Roads, then I spent half the next hour or so holding unto a rock fearing I'd fall into the sky"

"'Fall into the sky'" Miara whispered to Serana. "Is that a dwarf thing?" The vampire shrugs.

"After that" The dwarven lass continued. "I wandered off. I'm no longer in the records, I legally don't exist anymore, and I had nowhere to go. So... I traveled, eventually I found myself here"

"You were in the Deep Roads?" Marcus said incredulously. "With a Blight going on?"

"We noticed several irregularities in their movements back on Orzammar" She replied. "Along the way to Redcliffe I heard of the Darkspawn emerging en mass from the south. Then I figured it was a Blight"

"Still, it couldn't have been easy. You all alone down there?"

"Well" She grins. "I wasn't all alone" She turns back and nods towards a figure.

"So, am I finally gonna get an introduction or am I just gonna stand here and look pretty?" Another dwarf said. His hair was dark and shaggy, his skin white and his eyes blue. A notable trait was the rectangular pair of tattoos under his left eye. He wore studded leather armor, complete with gloves and boots. On his back there a pair of curved daggers sheathed on his shoulders.

"You've got to have 'some' use" The former princess said jokingly.

"Ahhh" The other dwarf sighs dramatically. "To be wanted just for my body and roguish look. A tragedy. A real tragedy."

Sereda chuckled and waved a hand at him. "This is Faren Brosca. We met in the Deep Roads and helped each other get out alive"

Faren bows; "Sereda talked about you. Her first thought was finding you, but the Stone led us here to this 'wondrous' village full of death and destruction. Welcome to hell!" He was far to cheerful considering their situation.

"He's a cheery guy" She deadpans.

"Can you tell us what's going on here?" Alistair asked as he approached. "The man by the bridge said something about the dead rising"

"Undead if we are not mistaken" Neria adds.

Sereda's gaze grows crestfallen. "I'm afraid it's true. We arrived just yesterday, but last night we had to fend off wave after wave of those things"

Faren nodded grimly. "They return every night according to the people here. Their numbers grow while the villagers diminish"

"Undead forces don't kill" Miara said knowingly. "They recruit"

The former princess tilts her head to hood masked woman and taller woman beside her. She also casts her eyes to the people around her human friend. "So... Should I ask why your here and who are they?"

"It's... a long story" He says. "To make it short. I'm a Grey Warden now" He motions towards his companions. "So are they, Alistair, Neria and Gin. The others are our allies; Sten, Morrigan, Miara, Serana, and Shale"

"Woah!" Faren exclaims with wide eyes. "Is that a golem?"

Shale only lifts a brow; "Two dwarfs how exciting," The dull tone saying otherwise.

The hidden dunmer smirks; "Around certain people they call me Astrid. I will explain later."

"Alright" Sereda nods. "You should speak with Bann Teagan. He's inside the Chantry"

XxX ~ xx ~ XxX

Opening the large double wooden doors of the Chantry, the sight within this holy place is as bleak as the village. There were many wounded, some unconscious, others struggling through the pain. A Chantry mother was helping with tending their wounds. There were also some villagers huddled up on the corners, their expressions devoid of any emotion, all they had left was a sense of despair and hopelessness.

At the center of the Chantry was a well-dressed red headed man with a goatee. He was speaking with a knight in armor. "How many are fighting ready?"

"Less than fifty my lord" The knight replied grimly.

"Maker curses it all..." The red headed man sighed.

"Bann Teagan!" Sereda announced their presence as they approach. "I think your Maker, or the Stone, or whatever is out there has given us a bit of fortune"

Immediately he turns, and his eyes focus on the most familiar figure. "Marcus Cousland? What are you doing here?"

"We came seeking Arl Eamon" He responded.

"Bann Teagan!" Alistair greeted him happily. "The last time I saw you I was all covered in mud"

"Covered in mud?" Teagan repeats in confusion before his eyes light up and a smile forms on his face. "Alistair? My goodness boy, it's good to see you"

"I feel the same. Is the Eamon really sick?" Alistair asks solemnly.

"I'm afraid so" Teagan replies with sadness in his voice. "My brother fell ill not long ago, soon after we heard Ostagar had fallen in fact. He lies in a deep coma, we've tried everything yet nothing can wake him up" He seethes with frustration and anger. Miara reckoned this whole situation wasn't helping at all. "And now these monsters attack every night. We've managed to evacuate some of the people after the first attack, but I can't leave Redcliffe unprotected. We need able bodied warriors if we are too protect the village"

"What about the surrounding areas?" Miara asks. "Are they in danger?"

"I've received reports of a few attack on the Hinterlands. But strangely, the undead seem focused on Redcliffe alone. Maker knows why" Okay that is weird by even Miara and Serana's standards.

Marcus sighs; "Damn... Can we help around here?"

Teagan nods eagerly; "Me and the people would be very grateful Marcus."

"So we are to put our own plans on halt to help the village" Morrigan said with both boredom and distaste.

"This is a waste of time" Sten agreed.

"A true waste of time is doing nothing," Miara speaks with a strong sense of finality. "The valor of a soldier is to fight and protect. Or is honor so truly meaningless?"

"Honor is fulfilling your task regardless of what lies in your path" The qunari replies.

"And we are doing our task" Marcus argued. "If the undead destroy Redcliffe, we lose a valuable ally that could help us fight against the Blight and Loghain"

"...Perhaps" The hornless qunari conceded, and they knew it'd be the most they'd get out of him.

"Loghain declared himself regent, he would have us belief the Grey Wardens left King Cailan to die" Teagan says in distaste, crossing his arms. "But we know better than to buy into his lies"

Gin nods in gratitude. "We appreciate it"

Neria shakes her head. "Has he gone mad?" She still couldn't believe Loghain was the same hero of River Dane the stories spoke of.

"Also, Marcus" Teagan says to the Cousland. "I know what happened in Highever"

"You do?" He replies in surprise.

"Your mother sent a message. She and Oren are hiding with Alfstanna, they are safe from Howe"

"Yes I know" He nods to Serana's direction. "She made sure they were okay"

"Good" They notice a troubled look forming on the Bann's face. "There is something else you must know... Loghain has branded the Couslands traitors and declared Howe the new Teryrn of Highever"

Sereda's eyes widen; "What?" Her hazel eyes turn to Marcus seeing him trying to control his breathing, despite his clinched fists shaking in pure rage.

"Marcus..." Leliana started softly.

Before anyone could say anything else, he turned around and walked away. "I'm going to help the men with their training" He said quietly yet his voice was full of barely contained anger

Watching her longtime friend leave and angry Sereda turns to everyone present; "By the Paragons, someone better tell me what hell happen to my friend and his family."

While the others are silent Miara removes her hood and mask, showing her form of Astrid; "Arl Rendon Howe happened. He betrayed and tried to kill every member of the Cousland family. We don't know where Fergus is, but if alive, then only four remain."

"What?!" Sereda shouts, eyes wide and full of disbelief. "But... he told me the Howes were old friends of his family!"

The vampire princess shakes her head while lowering her hood; "By how Rendon was absolutely merciless to even trying to kill Marcus's little nephew. I'd say that friendship was one sided."

"Did the fucking world go to hell while I was not looking?" Sereda sighs rubbing her temples.

"I am truly sorry for what happened to Marcus' family" Teagan says with sympathy. "But right now, we need to focus on defending the village"

"Right" Miara nods. "How many men do you have battle ready"

"Less than fifty I'm afraid" His tone is crestfallen. "The undead outnumber us greatly"

The gears began to spin in her mind as she thought of every possible thing they could do to improvise the situation. "I may have a few things that could definitely be useful" She says. "Do you have any suggestions?"

"First priority would be outfitting the militia" Teagan says with running a hand on his chin. "Unfortunately, Owen, the town smith, refused to help"

Gin stares incredulously. "His people die and he does nothing?"

"His daughter is lost in the castle. No one's been able to get in or out since all this began. I fear something sinister is going on inside"

"I'll speak to him," Gin speaks up, "as a father maybe I can reach him."

Teagan nods; "Very good, there are some others that could join the militia. A veteran dwarf named Dwyn is hold up in his home. If you can get him to help as well I appreciate it."

"Alright" The dunmer in disguise nods before turning to her companions. "Leliana you go help the militia with their archery. Sten you go help Marcus" He wouldn't ask how the Cousland was feeling, she reckoned he wouldn't be in the mood right now. "Alistair, Faren, you go around the village and look for supplies, anything that could help"

They all nodded and went on with their tasks.

"So" The vampire starts. "What do we do?"

"I don't have time to both help with the militia's gear and enchant them" Miara smirks "So instead, I'm gonna bring some special items for the occasion"

"...I get the feeling I should be far away from the fighting when it starts"

Teagan can't help but sigh feeling a weight off his shoulders; "My thanks madam... Afraid I don't know your name."

"Astrid and this is one of oldest friend, Serana."

Sereda walks away; "I'll go help Marcus."

As they left, Miara turned to the bann once more. "Be honest here bann Teagan. What are out odds?"

"With you here... the casualties won't go over half our people at least" He sounded so defeated and tired, the whole situation had clearly been taking its toll on him.

He said the undead outnumbered them greatly, and no matter how much they prepared they couldn't just to turn the militia into an efficient fighting force against the undead horde by time the night comes. They would need weapons especially enchanted to fight them if they wanted to save as many as possible, and the dunmer just didn't have the time to enchant them all.

Though... there was one thing they could do. Risky, very risky, but it could save many lives and turn the tide completely.

"Bann Teagan" She says with a firm tone. "How do you feel about spirits?"

At this the red haired man tilts his head; "My lady?"

Miara takes a deep breath. Oh this will be one hell of a gamble. "The Chantry holds there are benevolent spirits right? Spirits who can help people in their time of needs" Please gods let this work. From what Aldous told her Chantry dogma had very black and white views on the supernatural, if they considered 'demons' bad, and then spirits would be seen as 'good'.

The bann taps his chin. "Hmm, sermons say about the spirits of the Fade that embody virtues. And I once heard the Revered Mother talking about how mages and certain Chantry agents can invoke the help of helpful spirits with the right preparations"

"I believe I can summon the power of a spirit to aid us. A spirit of light, with powers especially deadly against the undead"

"Spirit of light?" He repeated with confusion. "Never heard about a spirit like that" He shrugs. "Then again, I'm no priest, and certainly no mage. So I know not of such things" His eyes shift as he thinks about it. "Could it truly help us?"

"Definitely" She COULD, whether she'd feel like it was another story.

"Then I'm all ears. What's your plan?"

She didn't feel bad for lying to him. As she technically didn't lie, she just skipped the part of what type of spirit Meridia was.

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Getting directions from a local Gin along with Neria walk over to the blacksmith's home. "Well, Can't say I'd be any better if I knew something happened to Dasyra." It made him sick to his stomach the thought of anything happening to his daughter or Shianni.

"When we ever get to Denerim I want to meet her, and see my father. But let us handle this problem first," Neria quips.

The tall elf nods as he knocks on the door; "Owen."

"You here to get me more booze?" An utterly intoxicated voice said from behind the door. "If not, scram!"

Neria and Gin only share a dry look before sighing; "My name is Gin Tabris a Grey Warden along with my friend Neria Surana, I want to talk you about the militia."

Now both elves hear slurred growl; "So old Murdock has some fancy wardens doing his chores? Well you still tell him to piss off and do his own smithing!"

This was not going anywhere; "Will you least hear out a fellow father and let us in? Teagan told me about your daughter."

Silence was their answer for a minute; "alright let me unlock the door."

As soon as the door was unlocked, a foul smell assault their noses, making them gag in disgust. "Agh Maker" Neria said in revulsion. "Not even experiments in the Circle could smell as bad as this place"

"And hear I thought my dad's dwarf friend drank a lot," Gin blinks shaking his head as they walk in. Upon entering they see what is typical of a normal blacksmith's. The door closes and they see an older man who has seen better days. Wearing a dirty blacksmith's apron, he had long gray hair and a thick beard, his forehead was coated with sweat, and his eyes were red and swollen, full of sadness and despair.

Sitting on a chair Owen looks at both elves; "Well, you're both inside. You want to talk, then we be talking. Father to father…"

"I know what the bann wants, and honestly, I don't give a damn" The blacksmith said spitefully.

Neria frowns darkly. "Your people are getting slaughtered out there, and you don't care?"

"My daughter's gone" He almost wails. "What reason do I have to go on?"

Gin couldn't help but feel sympathy for him; losing Dasyra... he couldn't even bear the thought. "Look, I understand" He said diplomatically. "But more and more people will die if you don't do anything. Even more parents will lose their children and children will lose their parents"

The drunken blacksmith drops his gaze to the ground, considering his words. "Alright" He nods weakly. "I'll help, but you have to promise me you'll search for my daughter in the castle"

"Dasyra," Owen and Neria look at Gin; "on the name of my daughter I promise to save your daughter."

"... How old is your girl," Owen asks quietly.

"She's four..."

The old smith chuckles, "You're still just starting. Always keep her happy but let her grow into her own."

After bidding their goodbyes, the two left Owen's forge. Neria in particular was feeling in high spirits. "Feels good doesn't it?" She said with a smile. "Helping people, doing good things"

"Hmm" Gin said absently.

"And just think" She continued. "'Knife-ears' are helping all these people and are battling the Blight itself to save the country. Bet humans won't go looking down on elves after this"

The amber eyed elf snorted in amusement, prompting the mage to lift a brow in confusion. "What's so funny?"

"Sorry" He shakes his head, a humorless smile present on his lips. "What you said, about humans not looking down on elves"

She stops and settles her hands on her hips. "You don't think we can change things"

Gin rolls his eyes. "I know we can't"

She blinks as her friend speaks calmly; "You look around us Neria. Sure the humans are fine an all accepting our help with a major crisis. But what happens when it's over? They'll treat us like animals all over again."

"... You gave up. Didn't you?"

Gin shrugs; "It's not about giving up. It's simply accepting what is reality."

"That's... very cynical Gin" The elven mage says with disappointment.

"Says the mage who's spent her life in a cage" He counters, though not unkindly. "I'd thought if anyone would understand how pointless some things are Neria, it'd be you"

"... If I thought like that. I would have killed myself years ago," the elven mage says quietly before turning and walking away.

The city elf follows her with his gaze as she leaves. He sighs. Neria was a good girl, but the world just didn't work like she wanted.

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Sten grunted as he parried yet another strike from the Cousland. He could feel the anger in his attacks, the haze that clouded his thoughts, the desire to shed blood. This could not continue the Warden need to have a clear head for the battle ahead of them.

"Enough" The qunari said with finality. "You are not focused"

Marcus scoffed as he narrowed his silver eyes and twirled his blades. "I beg to differ"

"You strikes are true. But in your mind I'm not the opponent you are facing" The young Cousland said nothing. "Rid yourself of those thoughts. Regain your focus. If not, your life on the battlefield is forfeit" Without another word, the Sten sheathed his great sword and walked away, the former dwarven princess took his places and drew out her sword and shield.

"I've known you for years Marcus, No hiding your rage with me. I want it all, here and now," Sereda says firmly.

"...That sounded dirty"

The dwarf lass grimaced. "Yeah, knew it the moment it came out of my mouth"

Both are quiet for a minute before they soon chuckle. Taking a deep breath they focus as Sereda speaks up; "well come on duster. Talk to me while we fight."

Marcus wastes no time and strikes, his family blade meeting the shield before quickly striking with the other, only to be parried away by Sereda's. "What do you want me to say?" He grunts as he sidesteps her counter attack. "My family is in shambles, my father is dead" He cuts horizontally with both blades at the same time, pushing her away. "Our legacy broken" With each word his attacks became fiercer. "And our honor betrayed... by someone my father called friend"

Sereda shield-bashes his blades away and strike, making the Cousland jump back a bit. "I know, trust me. You'll get your chance for vengeance, and recover what your family lost" Their blades meet in a flurry of strikes. "But right now, we need you to focus. These people need it Marcus"

Slowly they circle each other; "I know Sereda, but I keep seeing Father's body lying on ground... Oriana dead. Iona taking that arrow that should have killed me and not her..."

"The elf woman you fancied?" remembering a letter Marcus sent to her one time. "... Rendon is not here, don't focus on a man whose not even here. Right now he does not exist. But what does exist right now are people, scared people fighting against monsters that want to kill them."

"I know..." He all but seethes. "Just like my people at Highever must be suffering under that monster that is Howe"

He did not know what happened till he hit the ground hard courtesy of the exiled princess's shield slamming into his chest. Marcus groans before freezing feeling the edge of a blade at his neck. Sereda looks down at her fallen friend sharply.

"This is not Highever... And I'll be damned if I see you like this. I'll beat your ass all over this village till it opens that stone head of yours. Redcliffe people need Marcus Cousland. Not some anger driven nug herder."

He inhales and exhales deeply as he stares at the tip of the blade and then at her. "Fine..." He sighs, letting his head hit the soft ground. "You've made your point"

Sereda smirks and sheathes her blade. "You men are all alike. The only way to make you understand is through a good beating"

Groaning Marcus sits up; "... and that sounded dirty."

"I know, don't care," Sereda extends her hand and helps her friend back to his feet. "Now let's turn these whelps into warriors."

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"Uh... I know not much about magic" Teagan comments as he stares the blonde woman Astrid finishing a circle with carved runes. "But this makes me nervous"

"Relax bann"

Astrid and Serana were mages apparently, and they said they needed a remote place to prepare the summoning ritual for the spirit, he had suggested Witchwood, which was where they were right now... but he didn't expect he'd have to tag along.

"Why am I here exactly?"

"The spirit will want to speak with you; it is your people for whom you desire help after all, your home. It must be your choice" Serana says. "Now listen" Her tone was dead serious. "There is a certain etiquette you must abide to when dealing with this spirit"

The blond woman lifts a finger; "Be very respectful. You do not want to anger her. Be completely honest with your words and spare no detail. Am I understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

Serana sighs; "The last rune is done Astrid."

'Astrid' looked to her friend and nodded. She extended her arms and the sigils began to shine. For a moment Teagan felt doubt, but quickly pushed it away telling himself he need to do something, anything, to keep his people safe from those monsters.

"I call upon Meridia, lady of light, o' Glister Witch heed my words. This people are under siege by the dreaded undead you hate so much, they ask for your aid"

At that moment, the entire forest grew silent and Teagan felt he may have made a grave mistake. Each and every single one of his instincts told him to run and at the same time to stay put. He didn't have words to describe this... this presence. He never thought a spirit would feel like this.

From the sigils a sphere of light gathered, formless and shining like a star. Meridia was here.

"You have called me, my champion," Teagan hears a powerful husky ethereal female voice with immense authority in her tone. "What do you seek?"

'Astrid' gestures to the Bann; "This is Teagan Guerrin, he seeks your aid my lady."

"Uh... are you sure this is not demon?" He whispers to them, the ladies only give him a look that said 'Shut up. Don't anger her'. Well, it was too late to back down now. "Eh, yes my lady. My people need your aid" He said humbly.

"Tell me mortal, why should I care?"

He stares at the sphere of light with wide eyes. How could she not care? "B-Because many more innocent people will die..! The undead will destroy Redcliffe and the Hinterlands!"

"… The undead you say..?" That seemed to get her interest. "Well then, if your people are fighting those abominations then I see no problem to lend you my aid" Teagan sighed in relief. "But heed my words mortal, the day will come for me to collect this debt"

"I... yes my lady"

"As for you champion," The Prince addresses the dunmer in disguise. "The creature behind the dead rising, I want it dead. I will not accept anything less"

"It shall be done Meridia" Miara bowed respectfully.

"See to it" The light vanished, and Teagan and Serana felt they could breathe again.

"Maker I have never felt such..." Teagan's voice trails off.

Serana sympathizes; "Lady Meridia is not one for small talk. But her pure hatred for the undead will invoke her aid."

"How will she aid us?" It just occurred to him it was something he should asked before, but he had been so desperate he did not give it much thought.

'Astrid' shrugs. "I don't know"

"You don't know" He repeats incredulously.

"Meridia's aid can come in many forms. We'll know when the battle starts" The hidden elf rubs her blond hair before looking at the man in the eyes; "But do not mistake that she won't help when dealing with the undead. She has been fighting against them longer than any of have been alive."

"... I will take your word on that my lady," Teagan sighs.

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Alistair checked over another crate, and found some elfroots piled together inside. Good, he thought, more elfroot to make medicine.

"Hey Warden Guy" His companion called. Alistair frowned, despite telling him his name over and over; the dwarf had no interest in calling him anything besides 'Warden'. "Found something over here" He points to a few barrels in the corner.

Walking over the senior warden whistles; "Oil... nice."

"Put these in the right place and can give those ghoulie dusters a nasty surprise," Faren smirks.

The dwarven rogue begins marking the barrels with his daggers to identify them better. "Say" Alistair starts. "How did you end up here?"

"Long story short, I'm castless, and was crazy enough to get into the proving illegally" the dwarf smirks. "Got thrown into the Deep Roads for it."

Alistair lifts a brow; "Uh huh, I get there is more to that."

"You could say that. I ended up meeting Princess there by luck; we were both running away from darkspawn, between the two of us we managed to survive" The dwarf rogue scratches his head; "Still not used to that sky above me, but nice to know the surface is just as insane as home."

"Don't worry. I can guarantee you'll see even weirder stuff"

Faren chuckles; "Good. Life would be too boring otherwise" He finishes marking the last barrel. "This will give the corpses a nice roast" He dusts off his hands. "It's nice to help these people. One good thing I can say about the surface is that there are no Dust Towns here, these are good people"

The image of the decadent, run down, Alienage's suddenly popped in the senior Warden's head. "Yeah... wait until you travel more and then you tell me"

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When Miara returned from her... dealings with Teagan. She heard Marcus say something about acquiring the help of a dwarf veteran that refused to help with the defense and had barricaded in his house.

"Can't believe he's all cozy in there while people die" She grumbled.

"He may be a bastard, but a skilled one according to Teagan" The Cousland responded. "His presence alone will boost morale"

The deep voice of the qunari of their group sighed as he trailed behind them. "And why, exactly, must I follow you?"

"You're big and scary. He won't say no once he takes a good look at you"

Sten only grunts at 'Astrid's' words as they stop at Dwyn's home. Being polite, Marcus knocks on the door; "Dwyn? Bann Teagan sent us."

His words were met with silence.

Miara sighs as she shakes her head. "I can see he won't cooperate" She kneels in front of the door and takes out a lock pick and a dagger. She begins tweaking with the inner mechanism, looking for the right spot to break the lock.

And then Sten kicked the door with such force it was ripped off from its hinges.

The dunmer in disguise just lay there, frozen in place with her tools still on her hands. "Well I guess that works too..."

Walking inside the trio see one dwarf in chainmail with two humans on either side of him. "You owe me a new door," the dwarf mutters dryly.

As 'Astrid' was about to speak she notices Sten looking wide eyed to an impressively well-crafted two-handed sword leaning on the wall. Marcus also notices and speaks; "Sten?"

The qunari snarled in anger and took a menacing step forward. Forcing the dwarf and his guards to draw their weapons. "That is my blade" He growled.

"Your blade?" The dwarf repeats wearily. "Ain't see your name on it"

Marcus and 'Astrid' look to the weapon as the Cousland speaks up; "You're fully certain Sten?"

"Yes, I know my own soul," the large Qunari glares down at Dwyn.

'Astrid' crosses her arm smirking as she leans on the door frame; "Well Dwyn what shall it be? Remain belligerent and have the big guy here rip you apart. Or be friendly, give him his sword and most importantly stay alive."

"I-I-I uh" Trails of sweat ran down the dwarf's forehead. "M-Maybe we can work out a deal-"

"Alright, here's one" Marcus cuts in. "You give him the sword, help the village fight the undead, and in return you get to keep your head"

The dwarf absently rubs his neck while his guards try not to shake under Sten's gaze. "I do like my head where it is. Fine, the giant can have his sword and I will help."

Dwyn and his men don't waste any time in getting away from there as fast as they can, leaving the trio alone in the house. Sten approaches the blade on the wall, softly tracing the edge with his fingers. His companions could see the reverence he had for the blade, like he had just recovered not only a weapon, but a part of himself.

"I had almost forgotten it" He utters. "Completion" He takes the blade and holds it carefully, inspecting it for any damage.

"I told you we would find it" Marcus smiles.

"It was by pure chance that we did" The giant says. Well, he wasn't wrong in that regard. "...But still" Sten continued. "I thank you for your support in recovering it" He nods to them in gratitude, which they return with a nod on their own.

"So" Miara says. "What now?"

"The Arishok had sent me and my kith to this land to see what the Blight is" The qunari explained. "Losing my sword, the part of my soul, made me unworthy of returning"

"And now that you have it?" The Cousland asks.

Sten looks contemplative for a moment. "I believe my report to him would be more accurate if I remain with you on your journey"

They smile at his words. "I believe so" Miara replies.

"Come on" Marcus says. "There's still much to do before night comes"

The qunari regarded his companions; they were... oddities he did not expect to find in his travels. He could make an entire list of all the negative aspects showed, many which were frowned, if not outright forbidden, by the Qun... and yet they were mighty and honorable. That he could not deny.

'To call a thing by its name was to know its reason in the world' so taught the Qun. And for these individuals, though still far too chaotic to know their own purpose, he had the right word to call them by. "As you say basalit-ans"

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The moment Morrigan stepped into the tavern she hated every small part of it. The smell of drunken villager's drowning their despair, the sight of said villager sweating profoundly due to their heavy drinking; some had passed out on puddles of their own sick. Truly this was worthless, miserable little place.

"Ugh" She snorted in disgust. "Why, exactly, are we here?" She asked her companions.

"Because we can always find something useful in a tavern," Serana lectures.

Leliana nods as a very beautiful redhead waitress walks over to them; "Sorry for the mess. Can I get you charming ladies anything?"

The vampire looks her up from top to bottom; she was a pretty little thing. Quirking a charming smile, Serana says sultrily "Perhaps I can buy you a drink later"

Bella chuckled shyly, she didn't know why but there was a certain allure to the tall woman hooded woman she couldn't quite place her finger on. Something in her eyes just... drew her.

"If we survive, I might take that offer," the waitress purrs softly. "But the way it looks that might not happen. Bad enough Lloyd barely pays me and gropes me any chance he gets, he makes these poor sods pay double for their alcohol." she whispers as she gestures to the portly blond haired man at the bar.

"Really huh?" Bella wasn't sure she liked the tone the tall woman used. "Well, maybe I can get this guy to treat his people and employees respectfully"

The pretty redhead was about to protest till Serana leaned in placing a finger down her cheek, she feels shiver down her spine; "I won't hurt him. But will make sure he treats such a gorgeous creature with respect."

Serana does not seeing Leliana pout; "I wanted to play with her," she mutters quietly.

"I am beginning to wonder why I came with you two" The witch grumbles.

The obese man behind the bar smirked as he saw a tall woman walk towards him. She was a dark beauty, wearing a set of dark wool which left a generous view of her cleavage. Her hood covered half of her face, showing only a delicate nose and plush lips, along with a pair of bangs of dark hair.

"Welcome to my tavern my lady," Lloyd attempting to sound charming to the vampire princess. She's heard better from a toadstool. "What can I do for you?"

The moment she leaned in to him and their eyes met, she had him under her spell. Lloyd's lips opened and closed, but only mumbles came. The control over his own mind slowly slipped away at sight of those shining eyes.

"I don't like how you're treating these people" Serana whispered softly. "Overcharging your poor neighbors in a time like this, mistreating your serving girl" She clicked her tongue a few times. "Such behavior is unworthy of a gentleman... but from what I gathered you're not one"

"...I am... Not a good man mistress," Lloyd says in a slow draw.

Serana only smiles; "Well that changes now. Today everyone in the village gets free drinks, and you won't overcharge them ever again. And your employee, you will treat her with respect and pay her double for mistreating her."

He nods erratically. "I-I will..."

She cheerfully pats him on the cheek. "Good boy"

As Serana walks away Lloyd shakes head as if his head felt like a daze. He looks to the people in the bar; "You lots listen up! Liquor is on the house tonight!" A round of cheers roar in the tavern as Bella looks in disbelief.

"That... He never did anything like that before," Bella looks to the Serana as she walks back over; "What did you say to him?"

The vampire princess winks; "Just gave him some charm. Sorry did not introduce myself, Serana. This is Leliana and Morrigan." Gesturing to the other two ladies.

"Bella..."

"Bella" Serana repeats. "A lovely name for a lovely girl"

The waitress blushes under her praise. "If there is anything I can do for you, just ask"

Leliana tilts her head slightly; "Anything out of the ordinary other than the walking dead?"

Bella sighs. "It's hard to notice something that can be considered 'out of the ordinary' with everything that's been going on" Her eyes shift in thought for a second. "Although... a little before the undead attacking this elf arrived" She nods towards a lone elf in armor with a bow strapped to his back. The way he shifted nervously in his seat and how he kept his eyes everywhere at once made the three women suspicious of him. "I'm not saying he had anything to do with this. I mean, how could he? But he doesn't talk to anyone, keeps himself distant and acts strange"

Morrigan lifts a brow; "He does seem frigidity yes?" Serana's eyes narrow as she pulled down her hood.

"Bella, be a dear and tend to the folks," the blushing redhead nods now seeing the tall woman's full face. "I will speak to him."

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Berwick grabbed his mug with shaky hands. Oh how did he get into this situation? He was paid to get information on whatever was happening in the village, but he never imagined he'd have to deal with these... monsters. He was too terrified to escape now. What if those things caught him the moment he left the village?

"You seem nervous," Berwick lightly jumps turning to see a redhead and raven haired human women looking at him. "Are you okay?"

"..Fine, something you want," He said somewhat rudely. He turns sharply as a tall human woman sits in front of him.

"Hello..."

"You must be lonely all by yourself" The lovely redhead said cheerfully. "Perhaps you'd be interested in three beautiful women keeping you company"

Whatever rude comment he was about say died in his throat staring into Serana's eyes; "I... Don't mind at all... What can I do for you?"

"Is there a reason you're here?" Morrigan asks first.

"Answer my friend's question" Serana commanded. The witch and the bard shared a strange look at how the elf's face contorted, as if he was struggling against something. "Speak" The vampire commanded once more, with more authority in her voice. It was then that the two women realized there was something odd with their companion's behavior, the way she stared at the elf and how she spoke.

Was she... doing something to him?

"I… was paid by Loghain to see what was going on in Redcliffe..." The elf strains very lightly.

Morrigan lifts an elegant eyebrow. "Huh. T'was not expecting for you to confess so quickly" Further proving that Serana was indeed influencing him somehow. A type of mind manipulating sorcery like blood magic perhaps?

The bard was suspecting the same thing, but unlike her companion, hers was horror at the thought that Serana could do such a thing.

Leliana leans forward whispering; "What are you doing? Blood magic?"

Serana snorts; "All vampires have the power to put the weaker mined into a hypnotic trance. A charm spell you could say, but this can't work on either of you being stronger willed." She looks to elf. "Were you to report back?"

"I must report... Back to Loghain and tell the Arl of Redcliffe is indisposed."

"Did Loghain have something to do with Arl's condition?"

"I... do not know" His voice was hollow.

Morrigan rubs her chin; "Can you give this spy misdirection for the Teyrn?"

Serana nods. "Good idea" She leans closer to the elf. "Listen to me well; the Wardens and their allies were never here, tell Loghain they went east"

Berwick nods; "I will tell him." Serana smiles as she pats his cheek and leaves the table.

Leliana bit the inside of her lip, everything she just saw felt... "How could you do that?" The words leave her mouth before she can stop them. "Taking over his mind like that. It was monstrous..."

After winking to Bella and leaving the tavern putting her hood back up, Serana looks to the Leliana; "And can you say during your assassin work you didn't do 'bad' things to get information?" Her voice was calm, holding no malice in her tone.

"I won't pretend to be a saint" Leliana says defiantly. "But what you did, the Maker forbids it for a reason. It's evil"

The vampire princess leans in; "But I don't serve your god or follow your doctrines. Like you Leliana I won't pretend to be a saint either. And I fully embrace it; I have this power and intend to use it to help my friend help you all save your nation."

"It's still wrong" The former bard whispers.

Serana only smirks "Honey, this is by far the lest bad thing I've done"

"I for one am grateful," Morrigan gains their attention. "Least you're not one for heroics."

The vampire chuckles. "The tools vary Morrigan, but they serve those 'heroics' you are not fond of"

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Walking through the chapel 'Astrid' was able to find the wife of the dead Chantry priest found in the wilds. Giving the now widow the small box she turned her attention to Teagan who is speaking the militia leader named Murdock.

"Thanks to that Gin fellow we are getting some finer quality weapons and armor."

"About time" The man with the thick mustache said in a deep voice. "I feel for the man, I do. But without the gear the whole village's gonna die"

"Let us hope our new friends can make a difference" Teagan said. He spotted Miara and beckoned her to come over. "Lady Astrid, this is Murdock, the village mayor"

"Ser Murdock" Miara greets with a nod.

His brown eyes stern, strong, possibly a soldier once by how he carries himself. The man nods to the disguised elf; "Your group has my thanks my lady. Don't care what Loghain says, it is good to have Wardens and their friends helping."

'Astrid' nods; "You don't need to thank us"

"Have the men been informed?" Teagan asks the mayor.

"Word's already spreading" Murdock says. "That a spirit has seen the plight Redcliffe is going through and it will give them its aid during battle. The morale has been high ever since hearing that, the men feel the Maker has answered their prayers"

'Well... Not by your Maker, but definitely someone who will help,' Miara mentally muses. 'Astrid' looks to Murdock; "Anything else we need to do?"

"You've done more than enough for us" He replies. "Now, we prepare and pray"

"Prayer is good and all mayor," A jovial voice says. They see Faren returning with Alistair. "But I bet oil to light those blighters on fire will do just the trick"

'Astrid' smirks to the dwarf; "Very good. The undead are not very partial to fire." She looks to Alistair; "How are you holding up?"

"We've got supplies, polituces and potions, that'll help us, survive the night" The senior Warden says.

Entering the chapel, Marcus and Sereda walk up to them. "We've trained the men as much as we could" The former princess says. "It's up to them now, to show their mettle in battle"

Teagan slowly takes a deep breath and exhales; "Now all we can do is hope and survive the long night."

As the rest of the group gathered, Serana approached them with important news. "Listen" She called, drawing their attention. "At the tavern, we found a spy. Loghain's spy"

Teagan narrows his eyes. "A spy?" He stops and ponders. "Redcliffe made its stance clear, it's no surprise he sends someone to spy on us" He turns to the vampire. "What did you do with him?"

Serana smiles pleasantly. "I made sure Loghain is unaware of the goings on in Redcliffe"

Marcus couldn't help but shake the nagging feeling at the back of his head. "The timing for all this to happen right now is... convenient"

The bann turned to the Cousland. "Are you saying Loghain's is responsible for all this?"

"The undead? Unlikely" He replies with certainty. "But Eamon? Well, it's possible Loghain arranged for whatever happened to him. Maybe he had him poisoned or something, I don't know"

"He did know my brother would be a strong challenger to his rule" Teagan muses.

Sighing, Gin keeps his eyes on Bran and Loke who play with several children; "At any rate we should get ready don't you think?"

Teagan nods as Murdock talks; "Let's get things set up." He walks out of the chapel as 'Astrid' and the others soon do the same.

"We need to find a spot so I can give you guys some things," the hidden elf mutters quietly.

The party, joined by Sereda and Faren, enters the abandoned storehouse where Alistair and Faren had found the supplies. Miara looks to Marcus, who by the gaze could tell she was silently asking if she could trust them. A nod was her reply, and so dropped the guise of Astrid, revealing her two forms to the dwarfs. The group waited for their inevitable shock.

What they got was... not what they expected.

"Huh" Sereda muses, taking it in stride. "Didn't know elves came in gray"

"You learn something new every day" Faren added.

The group only stared at them. "You're not..." Gin started. "I don't know, surprised, by her looks? Not even a little bit"

"Should we?" The cast less dwarf asks.

"I'm gray and I have red eyes" Miara points out. "That's not exactly common for elves around here"

"Well, we never really saw any elf before coming to the surface" Sereda shrugs. "At first, we thought they were lithe humans with pointy ears"

"With all the weird tales we heard about the surface in Orzammar" Faren says. "Someone being gray is not even in our list to what qualifies as 'strange'"

If she was being honest with herself, people being nonchalant about her looks was refreshing. "Anyway, we need gear to give us an edge tonight. So... tell me if this is weird to you" Gathering magic in her hand, she conjured her trusty Butler, who bowed as soon as he appeared.

"Your command mistress?"

Their reactions were, once more, not what they expected.

Faren, with a wide grin, nudged Sereda. "Did you see that? She summoned that horny guy from thin air!"

The former princess nods excitedly. "Is that the magic I keep hearing about? That was awesome!"

The young elven mage of the group can't help but give them a look. "...What is wrong with you two?!"

Ignoring her distant cousin's outcry Miara speaks to her butler; "Need the gear suited for against the undead."

Nodding, the dremora snaps his fingers with a chest appearing, again causing the two dwarf's companion's child-like excitement. And Neria once more questioning their sanity.

Miara opens the chest and goes through the interior, here she safeguarded some of her most precious treasures. Few were the ones she trusted with such artifacts, but the situation called for it.

The others watched as she pulled out a magnificent shield made of ivory metal. The craftsmanship was beyond anything they've ever seen, the shield was just-

"Perfect" Marcus said in awe.

"Auriel's shield. Alistair please come here, you'll use this," the Senior Warden looks in awe as he takes the shield gently in his hands.

"Woah..." He breathes. "The enchantments on this thing..."

"You're telling me" Neria says, not taking her eyes away from the shield. "I bet I could feel the magic in this thing from a mile away"

The senior Warden looks at the dunmer. "Who made this?"

"Auriel, elven god of the sun"

"...Right"

Soon she pulls out a magnificent white bow made also of pure ivory along with a quiver of arrows that seem to faintly glow; "Leliana sweetie."

"Ohhh yes..." The bard purred. She reached with eager hands, but Miara pulled the weapon away from her reach.

"Under one condition" The dunmer demanded with utmost seriousness. "When using these arrows, on this bow, you must promise me you will never, EVER, aim them at the sun"

The redhead gazed at Miara with confusion. "I'm sorry?"

"Just... Promise me"

Leliana slowly nods; "I promise." Miara then hands the redhead the bow and quiver. The former bard coos looking at the items in her hands.

"Also some enchanted amulets for you guys as well" She said while shuffling through the chest. "Some that fortify stamina, others that speed up your healing during battle, among other stuff"

Gin peered over her shoulders. "And... they're fancy jewelry" Seriously, who made enchantments on golden necklaces and rings encrusted with gems, and other rather expensive looking pieces of clothing?

"Even the smallest detail can keep you alive Gin," Miara hands everyone a piece of jewelry. "I have Dawnbreaker so... Serana..."

"Trust me I plan on being at the windmill while you're using that thing." the undead princess sees the odd looks from Sereda and Faren; "I'm a vampire."

"Which is?" The cast less prompts her to continue.

"Undead, but more lively than those corpses you fight"

"Huh, neat"

Neria buries her face on her hand and smothers a scream. Morrigan looks to Marcus in amusement; "They take things very well than our bunch do they not?"

"That's dwarves for you," Marcus says dryly. "Now what Miara?"

"We've done all we can" She replies. "Now we wait, the battle starts tonight"

"So what's our chances," Marcus eyes his elven general's friend.

"If we want any chance to save this nation from the Darkspawn we ensure every measure of hope it is protected from any evil that wants to smite it out," Miara's tone strong, stern.

The Cousland looks at her. "And we start here?"

"Indeed" She nods in confirmation. "The people need it, they need someone like you"

He stares at her in surprise. "Me?"

Gin shrugs. "You're a Cousland" He says as if was the most obvious thing in the world. "Your family are heroes. Should have heard how some of the men were speaking when they found out they had a Cousland helping them, they believe you can save them"

"So you're saying I'm suddenly the repertoire of the hopes of Ferelden" He comments drily.

"We pretty much consider you the leader of our group" Neria points out, receiving nods all around.

Marcus lets out a resigned breath. "I wonder if we can accomplish this... at moments it feels beyond me"

The Dragonborn places a hand on his shoulder. "You sell yourself short"

"I couldn't save those I loved" His voice was full of regret. "And I couldn't protect my people, how I am supposed to even protect these-"

He soon holds his jaw before realizing Miara slapped him as she glares at the young man; "Swallow that grief because it will kill you if allow it fester in your heart."

She lets her words sink in as she continues. "This is no longer about you. You cannot let a single weakness be perceived by them, they NEED it Marcus. In times of tragedy people need a symbol, no, more than that, they need someone who can be their salvation, the answer to their prayers." The Cousland listens intently to her words, there was wisdom, a power in them he could not deny. "A hero, unbreakable, unstoppable. A beacon of hope for them to rally under, something that will give them the strength to fight. You need to stop thinking about what you believe are your failures, and what you are capable of, and start thinking about what they need you to be"

Marcus's eyes slowly become steely and resolute. "... Thank you my friend."

"Thank me by making sure these people stay alive," She looks to everyone. "Now get yourselves ready."

Shale hums; "Now we get to kill walking corpses... Lovely..."

As the group scatters only Serana and Miara remain as her butler returns to Oblivion. Serana chuckles; "Well a soldier's dress down did the trick. Guess you are a general after all." The vampire princess snickers at Miara fake glare. "You kinda placed a lot of burden on him there" The vampire comments.

"No more than he already carries... or will carry"

The strange tone in her friend's voice made Serana turn to face her. "What's wrong?"

"It's just..." The dunmer muses. "There is this feeling in the back of my head, like instinct, likely from my heritage, regarding Marcus. I feel he is... special that he has an important role to play"

The vampire's eyes widen slightly, darting from her friend to the door where their companions left. "You mean- You think he's a Hero?"

Heroes foretold by the Scrolls were figures who have done, or will do, things of great importance that would echo throughout history. People blessed, or cursed from another point of view, with special fates and the ability to choose their own destiny. Heroes often became very powerful, much more than most mortals could ever hope to become, at the cost of being burdened by the duties laid to them by the hand of Fate... and tragedies that would strike their lives.

"The Blight, Ferelden going to hell" Miara shakes her head. "It's no coincidence, Fate has chosen Marcus. I can feel it"

Tilting her head, Serana did have to admit those words rang true. With everything that has happened, perhaps Marcus is indeed one foretold by an Elder Scroll. "You sure it's only him?"

"It feels stronger with him. But among the others I can also feel they are meant for important things. Neria, Gin, Alistair-"

"Bastard prince in a kingless country? I think I already know how things will play out" Serana quipped.

Miara could not stop her humorless laugh; "First Skyrim, then the second Great War, I always go from one chaos to another. Well, I wouldn't be called doom driven if I wasn't" She turns to her friend. "How you holding up?"

"Getting a little thirsty actually" She might as well go straight to the point with what she wanted, Serana often said Miara's blood was simply addicting. "But seriously, you're getting very involved in this whole affair. Sometimes I worry about you how you rush into these things"

"You know I don't rush into anything, Fate just nudges me in a certain direction and things then run their course"

"Miara... I know you better than that. What is it?" Serana's was voice quiet and filled with concern.

The Dragonborns stares on in silence for a few moments. "Everything that's happening here, the country about to enter in a civil war, the Darkspawn threatening to destroy everything... It reminds me too much of Skyrim thirty years ago. The things I could have done better, what I could have prevented... the people I could have saved"

Blinking the dark elf soon feels Serana's hand on her cheek looking her directly in the eyes leaning in; "We can't change what was back then. But unlike thirty years ago we can make damn sure history does not repeat itself, right?"

"Yeah" She smiles softly. "At least I can give these young ones the guidance I lacked during the whole ordeal"

Serana smiles; "And have our own fun along the way."

"I seriously rubbed off on you. You were never that eager in jumping into the crazy I normally ran into."

The vampire princess laughs, "I know right? Feels like all this time spent with you I've been dancing with Sheogorath"

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Skyhaven temple brimmed with the beautiful works of the old akaviri's stonework and architecture. The most astonishing being the one that took center among the entire complex, Alduin's Wall.

The wall, according to Esbern, was part prophecy and part history, on it was engraved the story of the first Dragon War, and Alduin's defeat at the hands of the Tongues, followed by the events long heralded by the Elder Scrolls. Just like the old prophecy said. 'When misrule takes its place at the eight corners of the world. When the Brass Tower walks and Time is reshaped. When the thrice-blessed fail and the Red Tower trembles. When the Dragonborn Ruler loses his throne and the White Tower falls. When the Snow Tower lies sundered, kingless, bleeding. The World-Eater wakes and the Wheel turns upon the Last Dragonborn.'

When the prophecy was first uttered, at a time long since forgotten, people didn't know what could be the events that would herald the World-Eater's return. And as it often happens in prophecy, only when they began unfolding had the verse started making sense.

The 'misrule at the eight corners of the world' spoke of the Interregnum, when emperor Uriel Septim the VII had been betrayed by his own battlemage, Jagar Tharn, and Tamriel stood on the brink of collapse. It had been Talim, the Eternal Champion, often heralded as the greatest and most powerful hero in centuries, who braved all the dangers of great Tamriel by himself, faced the treacherous Tharn and saved not only the emperor, but the entirety of the Tamriel.

The 'Brass Tower' was obviously the godlike machine created by the dwemer, Numidium, and the Warp in the West. The resolution of such a terrible chaos that would befallen the world from that thing's activation stopped by the noble sacrifice of Illaris Star-Child, one of the greatest mages to ever live.

The fall of the Tribunal, brought by the hand of Nmeryn the Nerevarine. The mighty god slayer had defeated Dagoth Ur and saved Tamriel from the Blight, latter killing a crazed Almalexia, and besting an avatar of Hircine himself in combat.

The Dragonborn who lost his throne, the Oblivion Crisis… an event so terrible only Molag Bal's invasion back in the Second Era could ever compare to it. If not for the brave sacrifice of Saint Martin Septim, aided by his dear friend Raven, who had battled entire armies of daedra by herself, the world would have been doomed.

Now the final part of the prophecy, the civil war in Skyrim, brother fighting against brother had brought the World-Eater back to end the world… and she was supposed to stop him? What was she when compared to those other great heroes of legend?

The image on the wall depicted a human, most likely a nord, tall and brawny, radiating an aura of might and courage, everything the nords aspired and desired. But here she stood, a dark elven woman with a questionable background and a less than questionable morality. Some had scorned her, others wanted to use her, and then there were those who were just desperate for someone, anyone, to save them. People who were suffering and she just couldn't turn a blind eye to them.

The warrior carved on the wall… wasn't her. How could she ever become what these people desired? More than that, how could she possibly be what they needed? Even with her most dear friends at her side, Lydia, Jordis, Kharjo, Serana and Kardryn, Miara felt so very alone and lost.

They watched as she silently walked away, ignoring Delphine's words beckoning her to return, calling her 'Dragonborn' over and over, as if she didn't have her own name.

She sat by the temple's training ground, staring at the horizon full of dark clouds. She did not react when the tall white haired altmer sat at her side.

"Rather depressing view isn't it?"

"One thing I will not miss when Alduin is done" She replied dryly.

Kardryn raised a brow at her pessimism. "Giving up already?"

"Might as well" She shrugged. Her eyes shifted in a lost gaze. "I'm not… I'm not the one in mural"

"The lack of pointy ears and bulging muscles was a bit of a tip" Despite her mood, she couldn't help but snort at that. "But that doesn't mean you can't be what that mural is"

She decided to humor him. "And what is it, exactly?"

"A hero"

His words did not help her at all, her shoulders and ears slumped as she sighed. "I'm not a hero Kardryn, I can't be one"

"Sure you can, you already got the monster slaying and damsel rescuing down"

She couldn't take it anymore, she snapped. "Could you be serious for just a moment?!" Her shout echoed through the valley, scaring a band of birds. "I'm can't be that person! I can't!" Her gaze fell. "I can't…"

He stared at her impassively. "Oh? So all the good things I've seen you do were just products of my imagination?"

"I've…" She struggled to say the words. "I've done things Kardryn… horrible things. What's worse is that I'm not ashamed of many of them… and I'll do them again" Killing in the name of the Void, stealing people from all their possessions, valuable both monetary and emotionally. Abusing the Voice for her own selfish desires. Impulses she could not control stemming from her dragon soul. She looks at him with pleading eyes. "A hero wouldn't even think about doing half the things I've done"

He hums in thought, looking at the horizon. "I think a hero is more than what one does" He said. "A hero is a symbol, a dream, an inspiration and aspiration all at once. Whatever you've done pales compared to what you are capable of doing" He gives her a sincere smile. "Give people hope. And I am certain, with all my heart, that you can be what these people need in these dark times."

Once more was Miara's gaze lost in the horizon. Could she do it? Become what Skyrim needed, all while being what she is? She honestly didn't know.

"You won't alone in this" He promised her, his voice full of emotion. She didn't know why, but those words gave her hope.

Neither of them said anything for a while, Miara just let her head fall on his shoulder while he wrapped a hand on hers. In the distance, the dark clouds parted, revealing glorious Magnus shining with its entire splendor.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Wanted to make something clear as to why Sten didn't say 'kadan', well, we felt they haven't been traveling enough together for him to become fond of them and truly consider them friends. That'll come later. So for now, he respects them