Dragons and Thrones: A Dark Shadow Looms

Chapter 53 of my crossover story, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.


Briala

Briala paced, her mind wouldn't stop racing as she replayed the encounter with Morrigan again and again in her mind.

'I can't believe this, it, it can't be...' She thought, still in disbelief.

Felassan watched her casually and shook his head. "Briala, you need to calm down, you're going to run yourself ragged."

She turned to him. "Felassan, this doesn't make sense; I mean, a truce, between Celene and Gaspard, it's unthinkable."

She sighed as she thought back, recalling all too well Gaspard's betrayal of Celene, and Celene's response to it, her anger.

She shook her head. 'An anger I shared, I...I never imagined this would happen, it can't happen, Celene would never agree to something like this.'

"Unthinkable?"

She explained. "After all the things Gaspard has done, all for his damned ambition. I never imagined, never believed, Celene would agree to make peace with him."

Felassan shook his head; it was clear something was on his mind, but he wasn't saying anything.

She narrowed her eyes. "What's wrong, what are you thinking?"

Felassan shook his head and Briala glared, not accepting his silence.

She stalked closer to him and snapped.

"Felassan, answer me, what is on your mind!"

He sighed. "I think, we are the cause of these peace talks; we are the reason why."

"What, that's…?"

"The only sensible course." Felassan snapped. "We have been attacking both sides rashly throughout this war. We have been causing so much chaos that we have given them a common enemy."

Briala sighed. "I would believe that, if it were the case. You don't know that woman like I do, if we were to blame, she'd rub our noses in it, this is something else."

Felassan raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you honestly think that our actions are being ignored, that we aren't important enough, that by attacking both sides we are just a minor annoyance?"

Briala shook her head. "No, I just believe there is a bigger threat; that we should look into. Right now."

"We are fighting for our freedom Briala, we need to..."

Briala turned and stalked from the room, ignoring him as she began to relay orders. She needed answers, she knew there was something more to this, there had to be.


She shook her head as she stood, overlooking the war camp below her. Felassan had been furious at her for trying to find out more about what was going on; he said she was disregarding their fight for freedom.

'This is part of the fight, what does he think we can just go walking around the countryside, killing every army we come across and that will earn us freedom, it won't.' She thought bitterly. 'That's the way to ensure that his fears about them coming together to attack us come true.'

She knew she had to find out the truth and she had received word from her spies that there was intel gathered by Gaspard's forces in this camp, which might be useful.

She had to get her hands on it, however, while she had originally intended to sneak into the camp, a new ploy had come to light, one she didn't like, but had to accept. Luckily, she was relieved when the Elf that had worked in the camp and met with her scout, appeared out of the gloom and approached her.

"Were you seen?" She asked worriedly.

He shook his head. "No, here, this is what you sought."

He handed her the documents and she nodded. "Alright, let's go."

So together they left and Briala prepared to begin her investigations.


What she had found did not ease her; if anything, it now made things worse; she now knew the whole story. As it was she was on a hair-edge as Felassan entered.

"Done with your fools errand, Briala?" He asked tensely.

She rounded on him. "Fools errand?! Try finding out the truth, that the Freemen of the Dales have returned, with new benefactors. Red Templars, Venatori, no wonder there are to be peace talks."

Felassan growled. "That matters little to us, we must continue our fight, we..."

"We will killed, slaughtered, there won't be any freedom or any of us left if we do not stop them!" She yelled. "It's not just humans, Elves, Dwarves, Qunari, anyone is a target for these monsters!"

Felassan shook his head. "Then what do you propose we do, abandon our people and…?"

"Abandon them, how is saving them from utter destruction abandoning them!?" She snapped. "This is more complex than any of us imagined, we cannot ignore this, we need a new plan."

Felassan sighed and seemed to ponder for a moment.

"I see; a new plan...well, we'll need to work something out very quickly." He replied at last. "We're already late to this 'party'."

Briala nodded; they were indeed late, in fact, she was afraid they were running out of time.


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