The champions name became a rallying cry, a reminder that the mighty Templars could be defied. She had defended the mages against a brutal injustice and many lived to tell the tale. The circles rose up and set the world on fire. More Templars arrived at Kirkwall to restore order but we were already long gone. We vanished into the hills and circumstances eventually forced us to leave the champion's side...
Well, all of us except for Fenris. You still hear the stories of course, the worried sister of his and the reasoning Fenris gave only made Fennic even more angry, until we intervened and she understood why, albeit reluctantly she let her brother go. With each telling they grow even if at the core remains the truth…a new legend had been born.
"So how is this going to help? You already lost all the circles. In fact haven't the Templars rebelled as well? I thought you decided to abandon the chantry to hunt the mages," the dwarf exclaims, leaning back against his chair smug but concerned as his short strawberry blonde ponytail touches the hard stone chair of the interrogation room. Before the dwarf stands a tall proud woman with short messy raven hair and a tanned complexion, wearing the armour with the emblem of an eye impaled by a blade surrounded by the blazing sun or fire.
"Not all of us desire war Varric. Please if you know where the campion is you must tell me," the woman pleads her accent showing desperation.
"She is a hero, a woman the mages would listen to someone who was there at the beginning. The champion could stop this madness before it's too late. She may be the only one who can," the woman continues pleading to the dwarf.
"Is that what it's all about? In that case I wish I could help you," Varric confesses to her.
"Just tell me one thing is the champion dead?" Her voices are blunt and worried as she stares at the quiet dwarf. Slowly, Varric twitches a small smile. "Oh I doubt that not with Fenris by her side," Varric chuckles bitterly.
"Tell me then, what of the sister? What of the elf who saved the mages from blood magic, we need her to help convince the mages of not turning to the dark arts," the girl questions the dwarf who frowns at the mention of the certain elf.
"I am sorry Seeker. But I can't speak on Fennic's behalf, it's her life," Varric exclaims making the Seeker sigh and turn her back to Varric, book in hand as she turns to leave.
"You are free to go Varric, may the Maker watch over you during the dark times ahead of us," the seeker bids goodbye to the dwarf and just as she is about to leave…
"Same to you Seeker same to you," Varric shakes his head sympathetic towards the once brutish warrior as he is released from the chains of the group and sent back to his home…
Softly, the harsh wind breezes through Kirkwall catching the scent of iron, perfume and sea salt in its grasp as the girl on the rooftop observes the scene before her, her nose twitching at the scent of the wind while it blows her short snow white hair in the wind. Curious, the elf's green blue eyes gaze down at the small army of Seekers, waiting patiently as the strong female strides forward from the interrogation room.
"So did you…?"
The female blinks raising a brow at the familiar book in the woman's grasp as she turns to the ginger haired girl with a pale complexion and bright blue eyes, a rogue, the girl identifies she feels her fingers twitch and glances at the two daggers behind her back.
"Gone. Just like the warden; the dwarf will join us," the seeker reports to the ginger haired boy making the girl in the mist turn her head slightly, even more intrigued.
"The hero of Ferelden perhaps," the girl in the shadows contemplates and continues spying on those below her.
Creepily, the heavy mist of the sea rolls in, providing cover for the elf to conceal her in. She hides within the mixture of shadows and mist to hide from the Seekers. The rough, hard stone walls hiss against the metal gauntlets she wears, a small hiss like a snake slithering and watching their prey.
"That is no coincidence," the rouge states.
"So do we proceed with the original plan or do we keep looking?" The seeker questions the girl.
"It is in the Makers hands now. We put our faith in him," the girl sighs as the seeker bestows upon her the book with a strange symbol on as the seeker and her men leave.
Intrigued, the girl in shadows leans in to find on the book, an emblem the same emblem on the seekers chest plate, what is that symbol? It seems familiar to the elf however as her brow furrow in contemplation.
Creaking, the door groans to reveal a familiar dwarf much to the relief of the elf above.
"Varric correct?" The ginger girl turns to smile at Varric.
"Varric Tethras at your service, I presume the seeker is gone," Varric introduces himself to the rogue.
"I am Leliana, Casandra plans to leave to return to the chantry soon, yes," the girl confirms.
"Ah but I forgot to tell her goodbye oh drat and after all that time together," Varric sighs dramatically bringing a small smile to the rogue and elf above.
"We could use your expertise Varric we need everyone to aid us," Leliana pleads to the dwarf.
"And after the warm greetings of the Seeker how could I not say no?" Varric brushes it off sarcasm in his tone. "Please Varric we could all be in danger if this isn't solved," Leliana pleads as Varric sighs.
"You do have a point there, besides could be a good story alright. I'm in," Varric chuckles slightly. "Really?" Leliana smiles hopeful. "Eh why not? May be fun, but if you could pardon me for a moment," Varric steps back his warm brown eyes gaze into a pair of turquoise, hidden well within the murky mist.
"Come on out Fox, time for an another adventure," the dwarf hollers, taking the rogue back.
"Wha…"
Silently, the figure lands, only hearing the faintest of thuds and crumbles of pebbles as amazed bright blue eyes meet a pair of greenish blue. The short figure stands, her thin tanned complexion hidden under the heavy set of metal armour on her covering her skin. The navy blue turtleneck hides her neck well under the armour as she cautiously keeps her distance from the rogue. Her head turned twitching slightly in anticipation and wariness.
"Relax Fox, the girl is harmless compared to you, remember," the dwarf smiles warmly at the silent figure who withdraws her blades and stares at the human.
"So you are the famous Fennic from Varrics's book," Leliana smiles amazed.
"I suppose," she shrugs.
"Suppose?" Leliana turns to the chuckling Varric.
"Fennic here isn't really the bookworm. Fen I'm planning to leave Kirkwall help save the humans out of their own shit, you know the usual, mind telling Aveline for me," Varric requests to the elf.
"By help?" The elf frowns wary. "By help I mean stick around or else that Seeker won't leave us alone," Varric sighs as the elf frowns only to smirk at her idea.
"Nope." The elf replies short and simple.
"Oh come on, why not? Last I checked Aveline owed you a drink for helping her with dear old Donnic," Varric chuckles.
"I'm joining," she states making the tow raise a brow.
"You would help us?" Leliana asks hopeful.
"I'm bored, Varric is at least entertaining," the girl points to the smug dwarf.
"At your service," he teases causing a small smile to appear on the elf's lips.
"I thank you, I must report this to Cassandra please follow me…" Leliana smiles grateful and dashes off ahead, leaving the two figures in the dense fog of Kirkwall.
"I wonder what shit we got ourselves into this time," Fennic sighs tiredly.
"Who knows, human shit is usually something to do with fire," Varric smirks.
"Oh don't forget the explosions," the elf smirks slightly as the two chuckles quietly and together they walk after the rogue on to their newest adventure together…