The Warden's rush to Fort Drakon but not before eliminating the Archdemon's generals.
When Imogen's life turned upside down all those months ago, she never dreamed that she would be facing down darkspawn as her home burns around her. Never imagined that the manifestation of evil would stand before her, shell shocked with her blade sheathed in its chest.
Shianni has picked up a bow, and has awkwardly begun firing at the spawn, clumsy and uncomfortable. Yet the cousins stand beside one another aiming and attacking their way through the monsters that have made their way into the Alienage. There comes a point where Imogen wonders if this is the end of her, of the Alienage, of the world itself. If all that has happened these past months was, so she could live just a bit more before she dies.
As if Andraste herself interfered, the Wardens break into the Alienage and relieve the cousins of the immeasurable burden.
"Ah, Imogen my dear, you look incredible coated in the blood of your enemies if I may say so." Zevran says with a hearty laugh.
"Maker's Breath, could you be any more of an ass?" Imogen sighs.
"No. He really couldn't." Flynn chuckles beside him.
"The spawn are trying to enter through the south gate, could you help with that?" She asks, placing her hands on her hips.
"Anything for you." Zevran smirks at her.
"Then get moving, the gate can't hold up much longer." She says beginning to walk backwards towards the gate.
"Wait, you should stay here, defend your people." Flynn says.
"And allow you to flounder about alone? I don't think so." She turns on her heel and races towards the gate, feeling the presence of the Warden's just behind her as the gate falls to pieces.
As much as she hates to admit that the Wardens may have suddenly become competent, she honestly believes that without their help, she and Shianni would have died. Admitting this does not mean that she trusts them to defend the Alienage alone, after all these are her people, her family. They are her responsibility she must defend them.
The inflow of Darkspawn to the Alienage is almost nearly cut off, once the Wardens begin their work. They have become much more decisive, every move they make calculated and executed with ease. She feels strong in this knowledge, that despite her better judgement they have helped her save her home. Looking around at her fellow elves fighting among the Warden's army, her heart swells with a pride she did not know she possessed.
When the battle is nearly done, just a few straggling darkspawn here and there, Flynn turns to her with a smile. "Get your people to safety, Zevran will stay behind to help in your defense."
"Trying to get rid of me now? I'm shocked." Zevran smirks at the Dalish elf.
"I am. Keep that face looking pretty" Flynn gives a wink and a salute, before backpedaling back towards the group of wardens.
"You say that as if it involves work." Zevran laughs. Just as the conversation ends, the archdemon flies overhead destroying the connecting bridge between the Alienage and the Palace District. Imogen has on Instinct covered Shianni's head and watched as the Wardens gather their wits.
"Well, it seems the Maker does not appreciate your sense of humor at a time like this." Imogen says sharply.
"Ah that may prove to be true." He looks at the sky with a smile. "Now, who needs saving? I'm feeling particularly generous and we should take advantage of the opportunity before it's too late."
"I couldn't agree more." Imogen says.
With Zevran in tow, Imogen and Shianni begin to gather the remaining elves, hoping above all hopes that the Wardens will manage to save not only their city but all of Thedas.
