They claim he was chosen. Sent by the Maker. A destined leader in a time of chaos. The only hope for a world ravaged by war, demons, Blight, ancient magic, and Orlesian fashion sense. Seriously, what is up with those masks? And the helmeted versions, how do those people see out of those to fight? Their blind spots are the size of some nations. What were we talking about again?
Rated: M - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 24 - Words: 109,253 - Reviews: 61 - Favs: 92 - Follows: 78 - Updated: 12/25/2016 - Published: 4/13/2016 - [Adaar, Cassandra P.] Solas, Mythal - Complete