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"Well, now what?" Morrigan asked as she followed Harry outside. The man was interesting, although his mood seemed to vary greatly from moment to moment, but there was something about him that was so... vexing.

As if she didn't get enough of that from living with her mother.

"Now, I use a nifty little charm to make you disappear," he answered as he waved his stick around her before tapping her on the head. A cool sensation drifted down all over her body, and while she wouldn't want to admit it out loud, the way Harry's magic felt to her was quite pleasing. She raised a hand and only saw a shimmering outline, a blurred form.

"Fascinating."

"This should help us stay out of sight, so as not to bother Flemeth," he continued. He raised his left hand and the broom seemed to float in midair. This time she could not sense any magic that had caused it to do so and when she turned back to his face, Harry seemed happier than he had previously been. He mounted the broom with his legs straddling it, the bristles at the rear and then he turned to look at roughly where she stood. Morrigan wished she had moved.

"Are you not going to conceal yourself as well?" she asked.

"In a moment," he replied. "It wouldn't do to leave you unable to see where I was though. Give me just a second and then climb on behind me."

"This seems rather foolish," Morrigan huffed. Harry just smiled and then seemed to disappear. She could still see where the broom was, but the man upon it was no longer in sight- and she noticed too that whatever magic he had used did not leave behind the same shimmer that was upon her.

"Climb on behind me now," he said.

Despite her reluctance, Morrigan stepped closer. The broom floated a few inches lower, and she swung her right leg over it and then sat down. It raised up and she felt his left hand reach back and pull on her arm. "You'll need to scoot up and hold onto me."

"Of course I will," Morrigan snorted. "Was this all some scheme to get me to embrace you?"

"I could probably come up with a better scheme for that," Harry chuckled.

She felt his laughter as she had done as he asked and she was now leaning against his back. The feeling was far too nice, and even worse was his scent. Most of the men (and women too, for that matter) she had ever smelled were quite repellent. Did none of them know how to bathe properly?

Harry, on the other hand, smelled delicious, and yes, it was maddening!

"Whatever you do, don't let go."

In the future, she would refuse to admit that she may have screamed as the broom blasted off into the air, soaring high into the night sky much faster than she had ever flown in the shape of a bird.

And if Harry ever tried to argue with her, she would cast every nasty spell she knew at him.


Damn, he had really missed flying. There really was nothing like that sensation of rocketing through the air at a ridiculous speed that would have made his first wife vomit. And she had too- when he had once turned a 'romantic little flight' into showing off. The date ended badly as they had to clean themselves up, and for some reason, she didn't want to do so together in the prefects' bathroom.

Oh well.

After that first scream of alarm, Morrigan had settled right down and seemed to be enjoying herself as they sped through the sky. Harry could now see the tower they were heading for and he had to slow way down because of what else he saw.

A dragon.

He hadn't seen one of those in years. As far as he had been aware, they had been extinct on Earth for at least a decade. It was too bad really, as they were truly magnificent beasts.

Harry forced the broom to stop and merely hover in the air. He turned over his left shoulder to where he could feel Morrigan watching. "Is that...?"

"My mother," she gasped. "Truly, I was not sure if she could manage such a transformation, but seeing is believing. We should leave before she senses us."

"Why are you so afraid of her?"

"Why are you not?"

The dragon let out an angry roar as it reached the top of the tower and shrunk down to a humanoid shape as it landed. If Morrigan hadn't already confirmed it, Harry now knew that Flemeth definitely was even more than she had let on.

"We should leave," she whispered.

"Let's check out the rest of the area before we go," Harry suggested.

"If you must, but be careful."

The next couple of minutes of flying nearly turned his stomach. Lying below the tower was a battlefield where a slaughter had occurred- and where the carnage was still going on despite the fight being over. Ferocious-looking humanoid monsters were feasting on the dead humans.

"Darkspawn," Morrigan had whispered, giving name to the vile things. Harry reached out with his magic and he could sense a form of tainted energy running through them all. It reminded him of some of the worst of the Dark Arts he had ever come up against. Almost like the Inferi, or zombies as most of the world would have called them. The eating of flesh was all too similar as well.

These things though weren't undead, but there was definitely something very wrong with them.

Harry had seen enough, so they flew back towards Morrigan's home. She guided them for the last part of the journey as he still wasn't familiar with the area.

When they landed, Harry started by undoing the Disillusionment Charm on Morrigan and explaining it to her as he put up his broom and tried to calm his mind. She was very eager to learn about his magic, and that was a nice distraction to help him not have to focus on the disgusting sight they had left behind.

"You will need to clear your head before Flemeth returns," Morrigan suggested.

Harry nodded. "Give me a minute to sit down and I'll be fine."

She kept an eye on him, but as they went back into the cottage, Harry returned to the dining table and tried to get comfortable for a moment before he closed his eyes. He ran through the exercises Daphne had taught him long ago, and he smiled at the thought of her. If he had only known her years before, that first war might have turned out much better.

His emotions now calmed, he let himself relax. His mind quickly started to point out a few things that he might not have wanted to admit to himself, but the way Morrigan tried to mask her feelings was just too familiar for him not to see it.

The physical differences were great- Daphne had been tall and blonde while Morrigan was of average height with raven black hair- but the way she held herself was much like the way his second great love had acted in public, and especially around those she looked down on.

It was definitely one of the things about Morrigan that drew his interest. Her lovely pale cleavage wasn't too bad either.

He opened his eyes and saw she was once again watching him.

"That wasn't quite as much fun as I had hoped it would be," Harry admitted. "Enlightening though."

"Indeed. Mother was correct about the coming Blight, and it does appear that things are looking dire. Ferelden's King Cailan was at that battle, and if he has already fallen, then the country may be doomed. 'Tis not the sort of thing that might bother me, but we do currently reside within its borders. And the previous Blights have never remained within one country's borders before."

"You'll have to tell me more about them soon," Harry suggested.

"I had anticipated so," Morrigan replied.

Their conversation was cut off as another roar came from outside.

"I don't think Flemeth is in a good mood."

"I'm not sure if Mother has ever been in a good mood," Morrigan countered, making Harry laugh.

"Reminds me of an old teacher of mine," he said. "Although, I'm not sure if he truly counts as a teacher since he never really taught anything. I guess it did drive home the lesson about not trusting authority figures."

"Trust is a liability," Morrigan replied.

"That sounds like something your mother would say."

"And she would be right."

Harry shook his head sadly. This witch desperately needed to get away from such a terrible mentor.

"Finding someone you can trust can be a wonderful thing," he answered. "Having someone you can depend on is one of the greatest feelings in life. Especially if you find yourself in a war. I wouldn't have survived if I hadn't had the people that stood beside me."

"Even allies in battle can become compromised," Morrigan said.

"That is possible," he admitted. "But living constantly in paranoia is unhealthy, and believe me, that is something I know all too well." Harry looked around the cottage and turned back to the pot of stew. "I think that's one of the things I am going to enjoy the most about coming here."

"There is a massive tide of darkspawn ready to swarm over all the land and kill any who stand in their way." Morrigan looked at him if he were insane. She might have had a point too. "You cannot be so foolish as to think this is something to enjoy."

She looked almost ready to throw something at him.

"I can understand why that is troubling, but at least these monsters aren't specifically trying to kill me. I've had a lot of that sort of thing." Harry waved his wand over the stew to reheat it. He wanted to enjoy the food while he could, so he scooped out another serving into the bowl he had been eating from earlier. "Would you like some more?"

"What magic did you just cast?" Morrigan asked as she sat down across from him and handed over her bowl.

"A warming charm," he answered. Harry considered getting back in the habit of speaking his incantations aloud just to teach her in the future. Of course, getting a wand might be the first task for her as he had noticed that neither witch he had met seemed to use one. "Heating up the food is a fairly simple thing to learn where I come from. Useful too."

"Might you be inclined to teach me some of this magic?"

Harry gave her a brief smile and took a bite. "I think I will, although I would hope you would teach me about the magic from this world as well."

"I believe we have a bargain," she replied.

"Excellent."

They quietly ate for a few minutes until Flemeth returned, slamming the door open wide.

"We have a problem," she said as she looked at her daughter. "The Grey Wardens are dead."

"All of them?" Morrigan asked.

"It appears so."

"That... is a problem," Morrigan gulped. "What will we do then?"

"Who are these Grey Wardens?" Harry asked.

"They are an order who strive to fight off the darkspawn," Flemeth explained. "When a Blight comes, they are the only ones who can stem the tide."

"Why? You have mages here, and warriors I would assume. What makes these Grey Wardens so special?"

Mother and daughter looked back and forth for a moment before Flemeth decided to answer him. "Two things. First of all, Grey Wardens are the only ones who can permanently kill the Archdemons. Every Blight is caused by one of them awakening- the darkspawn armies follow them as they lay waste to all that stand in their way.

"Secondly, the Grey Wardens have treaties that make other groups follow them into battle when a Blight arrives." Flemeth walked over to a chest and raised it with a wave of her hand, floating it over to the table. "There were copies of these treaties long thought lost in the wilds near here. I have kept them safe for many years, but without Grey Wardens to utilize them..."

"Hmm." Harry thought to himself for a moment. "May I look at them?"

"Be my guest," Flemeth replied. The chest opened and Harry was surprised to see that they were written in English- although he also had been speaking English this entire time, despite the whole 'travel to another world' thing. He put that thought aside and skimmed through the parchment. It was what the old witch had described, a call for others to pledge their forces to fight alongside the Grey Wardens in the event of a Blight.

Harry thought it over for a moment and let out a sigh. He was going to get involved, probably right up to his eyeballs in this whole mess. Should have known, really, that something like this was bound to happen- when would his luck ever let him end up in somewhere peaceful and relaxing?

He decided to read everything more carefully before committing to his (probably foolish) idea. Anyway, it gave him something to do while he ate. It seemed too good to be true really- these Grey Wardens were supposed to be given all the support possible from groups as wide ranging as the human nobility and their forces, the dwarves of a place known as Orzammar, mages from the Circles (whatever that meant, but Harry was already leaning towards seeking them out first), and even the nomadic tribes of elves known as the Dalish.

References to elves and dwarves gave him a brief pause, and for a moment he thought back to his old friend Luna and the way she had delved into the pop culture of muggles, specifically their takes on fantasy as a genre. It had led her to trying to get him to play dungeons and dragons with her, although he had been busy with his family by then, but she also used it as inspiration for trying to create new spells. Luna was one of the most creative people he'd ever known, and he just knew that she would have loved to see a new world full of things like dragons and elves.

At least, he assumed these weren't like the house-elves from his world. Maybe more like those Lord of the Rings movies? It was something Harry would be finding out sooner or later it seemed.

He took his bowl and tipped the last of the stew into his mouth, letting out a satisfied sigh and then closing his eyes.

"I don't suppose you play poker in this world, do you?"

"Poker?" Flemeth asked. "Is that supposed to be a reference to something filthy?"

"Mother!" Morrigan groaned.

"No, it was a game of chance." Harry looked both witches over. "Different players had hands of cards, and certain sets were better than others. The players would gamble, usually with money..." He trailed off for a moment as a very fun night of strip poker came back to him. "Anyway, my point is that sometimes you don't have the advantage, but there's always one last thing you can try."

"What?" Morrigan asked.

"Bluffing," he replied. "If there aren't any Grey Wardens left to save the day, then you need to make one up. Who's to say that there wasn't one newly recruited wizard-"

"Mage," Morrigan corrected. "People from the Circles don't refer to themselves as wizards."

"Right," he nodded. "So, one newly recruited mage just happened to somehow escape the battle and survive. And now, he's on a quest to rally forces to his cause."

"You would be willing to do this?" Flemeth asked, looking at him critically. "Do you really think you could do so?"

"Do you have a better idea?"

"Perhaps not," she admitted. "Why don't we all try to get some rest tonight before we commit to any plans?"

"Alright."

"You may sleep in the bed you were resting in earlier," she added. "I need to discuss a few things with my daughter, so I will bid you good night. Come Morrigan!"

"Good night," Harry replied, watching as both witches got up and left. He wasn't exactly tired yet, so he stepped outside for a moment.

Looking up at the night sky reminded him just how much had changed. There wasn't all of the light pollution from the cities he'd grown used to for one, but also, the stars themselves were completely different. He couldn't find any of the old constellations. Of course, the enormous moon in the sky was still there as well.

The air was crisp and clean though- one of the perks of being in the country, if not also due to the change from his home. Harry tried to relax and drink it all in for a few moments. Around this cabin where the witches lived there was a sort of marshy land. He walked to the rear of the building and found a place to take a piss. It was a nice feeling with a slightly too cool breeze blowing. From what he'd seen of the home, they didn't have what he thought of as modern plumbing, so this was easier than trying to find a chamber pot.

After a few more minutes, he went back inside and let himself relax as he tried to drift off to sleep.


"What have you done now, Harry?"

He looked up and saw Hermione scowling at him. She was so young, maybe fifth year at most, and he smiled even at her grumpy little face. It was going to be one of those sorts of dreams, but he might as well try to enjoy it.

"It's good to see you," he answered.

"What sort of mess are you in this time?"

"A completely different one," he grinned. "I'm in another world, and it needs saving from a horrible monstrous army that wants to kill everyone."

"That's even worse than usual," she groaned.

"Yeah, but the whole savior bit is sort of old hand by now," he shrugged.

"I'm glad you feel well enough to joke about it. You used to sulk too much and get all broody." She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I'll take some sarcasm over that any day."

"So, you're saying brooding guys never did anything for you, huh? What was Krum all about then? He was the grumpiest looking bastard I've seen this side of Snape- and no one in their right mind would ever want to be compared to that pile of shit."

"Is it too much for me to ask for you not to curse so damn much?" She grinned back at him.

"I'm clearly being a good influence on you." He stood up and looked around. There were odd sorts of pieces of land and buildings and other things just floating everywhere, like someone tried to paint a tribute to M. C. Escher but forgot to connect all the strange pieces. "Why is the sky this sickly sort of green?"

"Beats me," Hermione shrugged. "You're the one that brought me here, remember?"

"Yeah, I guess."

'This is the Fade.'

"Did you hear that?" Harry asked.

"No."

'The land of dreams and spirits.' Harry closed his eyes and listened to the voice, now realizing that this was something he'd picked up from Morrigan earlier.

"I think I'm going to be busy for awhile," he sighed as he looked over at his old friend.

"You raided someone's mind again, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"You should know better than that by now, you prat." She stepped closer and slapped his shoulder. "You know you're going to be paying for that in the morning."

"And all day tomorrow too, probably," he nodded. "It seemed necessary, though. I've got a lot to learn about this brand new world I'm stuck in. You know, I wasn't actually trying to end up here- wherever here is. I was hoping to join you and everybody else."

"I understand loneliness, Harry." She wrapped an arm around him and leaned against his shoulder. "I hope you make some new friends, anyway."

"Thanks. I might have already started on that."

"Oh?"

"Yes, the young witch whose mind I 'raided,' as you put it," he added.

"That's not a very good way to introduce yourself."

"I did apologize. Besides, I'm going to teach her all sorts of magic."

"She doesn't know magic? What type of witch is she?"

'There are four schools of magic, as the way most people are taught it. Primal, Spirit, Creation, and Entropy.'

"I'm pretty sure their magic is really different from what we were used to," he answered as the Morrigan voice in his head paused the explanation. "They don't seem to use wands, for one thing."

"Wandless magic isn't unheard of," Hermione replied. "For example, Sirius didn't require a wand to change into his animagus form. As I recall, you learned some tricks like that yourself."

"Yeah, but I think it's a lot more than that."

'Mages are able to use magic by drawing power from the Fade.'

"That makes sense," Harry said.

"You know we aren't going to be able to talk for very long if you've got someone else inside your head all night," Hermione reminded him. "What did you want from me? Just a pep talk or do you need some advice?"

"How much of an idiot am I for jumping right into the mess this world is in?"

"You and I both know that you wouldn't be Harry Potter if you didn't."

"I haven't always-"

"You tried to sit out a war once before," Hermione cut him off. "It didn't work then, either. Did it?"

"For awhile," he exhaled. "I tried, but..."

"You shouldn't blame yourself for the failings of billions," Hermione said as she wrapped him up in a hug. "There were plenty of power hungry people that were at fault for everything that happened in our world. As much as I love you, Harry- you aren't all powerful. No one in the world knew exactly how many nuclear bombs there were, and some maniac was bound to set one off someday, for whatever idiotic reason they might have had. And everything that happened after that too- it would have taken divine interference to save us. You are not a god."

"As I recall, you always were the more bossy one," Harry chuckled sadly.

"Yes, and look where it got me when I decided to play god with the lives of others. My parents never truly forgave me for what I did."

"You could have handled that better," he nodded.

"I know that now, but I was seventeen and desperate."

"I remember. We all were desperate back then."

"At least we weren't alone though," she replied.

"I might not be anymore," Harry said. It was strange feeling so damn hopeful again. "Assuming she doesn't hex me into next week, I kind of like Morrigan. She reminds me of-"

"Daphne, I know," Hermione giggled. "I couldn't believe how you ended up with her. For years, she was just this quiet, aloof girl in a few of our classes. I should have known you would fall for the leggy blonde."

"Hey, I don't have a thing for blondes," Harry argued. "I'm into a wide variety of ladies, thank you very much."

"Oh, I remember, mister-"

"Hey! We are not going to get into this argument again."

"Fine. I was so mad at you over all of that."

"And it was really none of your business."

"As you very loudly pointed out," Hermione laughed then looked up into his eyes with a little teasing gleam. "Maybe I was just disappointed that I wasn't one of the girls you ended up sleeping with."

"Hmph," Harry grunted. "I remember the type of guys you were into. We never would have worked as a couple. Besides, as I recall, you ended up fairly happy with old what's his name."

"You never did fall for my jokes," she sighed.

"Hermione, you may have been brilliant, but you definitely weren't the funny one. That was why we kept Ron around, remember? We needed someone for comic relief. Well, and you had your silly little crush on him, too."

"Don't remind me."

"Sorry."

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm really not," Harry laughed.

"What the... what is that?" Hermione was pointing over his shoulder and Harry turned around.

"Niiiice," he said as he gazed at the tall purple woman with horns growing out of her head. The fact that she was basically topless was what most drew his eye, with only these little golden chain things covering her nipples. A part of Harry definitely approved- that little bit of tantalization really added to her mystique.

"Stop staring at the succubus," Hermione hissed. "Now is not the time to be a dumb guy."

"I am Desire," the 'woman' said as she tried to get closer to them. Forced by Hermione to pay attention to something other than his libido, he noticed that she was floating about a foot off the ground and she strutted towards them, her eyes never leaving his.

"I'll bet you are," he replied. "Sorry, but I'm sort of busy right now. Perhaps we can get acquainted some other time?"

"You are different from most dreamers I have met." There was an odd stereo effect to her voice.

'Demons try to tempt mages into allowing their possession.'

"Thanks Morrigan," he muttered. "Look, Desire, I'd love to chat, but this is one of my oldest friends and we haven't caught up in awhile. Not to mention that she'll never let me hear the end of it if I don't do all my homework tonight. So, I'll have to take a rain check."

"You should-"

"Begone spirit!" Hermione yelled. Harry wasn't sure where she had gotten her wand from- that was certainly a new trick- but she cast a gout of flame towards the sexy demon lady who shrieked and turned tail. Literally, as Harry saw that she had one of those too. It didn't draw too much attention away from her sexy ass, but it did make him wonder about how well doggy style would work with something like that potentially getting in the way.

"And you!" Hermione turned and glared at him. "You realize that we are basically in your mind and that means I can practically feel how horny you are. Knock it off!"

"Hey! I haven't gotten laid in a long time."

"That's hardly my fault."

"Yeah, I know," Harry sighed.

"You need to get to work," Hermione said in a calmer voice. "If you don't, you'll have a migraine for days. I'll stick around if you have any questions, or just to keep any more hussies from trying to molest you."

"Thanks, mum."

"You're welcome, smart ass."

"Okay, I give." He threw up his hands and looked for a comfortable place to lay down. Thankfully, there was a sort of representation of the bed in the little cottage that he'd fallen asleep in nearby. He headed for it. Hermione was following him as he walked.

"I appreciate your help, you know?"

"I know, Harry."


"Wake up."

Morrigan was standing over him, shaking his shoulder none too gently. As he cracked his eyes open, Harry blinked and reached up to grab his head. It wasn't the worst side effect he'd ever had from using a legilimency scan on someone, but it was definitely in the top ten.

"You've slept long enough. Mother wants to speak with you outside."

"Alright, let me get dressed and I'll go meet her."

"Good. I have tasks of my own to deal with."

Harry nodded and watched her walk off. She had this graceful little saunter, and that was definitely the best thing about the day so far.

Unfortunately, the throbbing at his temples reminded him of how he had spent the night. He'd learned a lot from Morrigan's memories, as he had tried to focus on a fact finding mission about magic, but there was plenty left to sort through. The only problem was that it was much easier to do in his sleep, and yet at the same time, it did not allow his mind to rest properly. Thus... days like this, where he was going to feel like warmed over death.

And as someone who had died once before, he knew what he was talking about with that particular expression.

Harry found his mokeskin bag and reached into it, rooting around for a moment as he tried to focus. Finally, he pulled out a little bottle of pills and quickly swallowed one, hoping that it would alleviate his headache. He would need to go through everything he'd been able to scrounge over the years and see exactly what he had. Who knew how many of his supplies would now be unavailable in this new world?

It was only a few minutes before he made his way out to see Flemeth waiting for him.

"Good morning," she said.

"To you as well."

"So, Harry, are you still willing to take up this quest as a false Grey Warden? There may be some who will not believe who you are, especially at the Circle of mages."

""Twould be best to say that you were from a foreign land," Morrigan added as she joined them, closing the cabin door behind her. "Perhaps one of the city states from the Free Marches, like Kirkwall or Starkhaven."

"Ostwick would be better," Flemeth suggested. "It would be believable to think your accent came from there, and their Circle doesn't have much contact with the one near Lake Calenhad. Fewer would be able to to detect the lie that way."

"Alright," Harry shrugged. He was planning on just winging it, and he knew how much that would anger some of the women he'd known- or most of them, really- but things usually turned out for the best. Life would be more interesting that way too. "Any other advice?"

"I think you may need a guide, especially for the start of your journey," Flemeth said. "For that reason, I have decided to send Morrigan along with you."

""Twould be best if we begin by heading north to a village known as Lothering," Morrigan added.

"Is there anything particularly important about it?" Harry asked.

"No, but it is the closest place for you to begin getting used to the land of Ferelden," Flemeth replied. "Start learning the culture, how people act, and you will likely have better luck at dealing with the places you will need to go."

"Sounds good," Harry nodded. He turned to Morrigan. "Are you ready to go?"

"Allow me to get my pack and we may be off."

"Alright, ready whenever you are."

As the younger witch went inside, Flemeth stepped closer to him. "You do not have any money I assume?"

"Not from here."

"I thought not," she nodded. The old witch pulled out a bag of coins and handed it to him. "We don't want to let my daughter catch me giving you that. You'd never hear the end of it. She would think I've gone mad to be handing out gifts, but you will need something to get started with whatever supplies you may require."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, lad." She turned and waited for Morrigan to return. "Take good care of my daughter, Harry. Believe it or not, she is precious to me."

"I'll do my best for her." Harry didn't want to say more, but he disagreed with her claim. He'd seen enough from Morrigan's memories to know that Flemeth had done more harm than good. He'd be working on that as they went anyway.

At that point Morrigan returned, a sort of backpack slung over her shoulders. "I am off, mother. Do try not to burn the hut down while I'm gone."

"Hah! As if that would bother you," Flemeth cackled. "Take care of yourself while you are out there. The world is an unforgiving place." She then turned to Harry. "I wish you good luck, as I am sure you are going to need it."

"Thanks."

"Let us be off then, and you can begin telling me more about your world while we travel," Morrigan said.

"Alright."


They had only been walking for maybe an hour, with a discussion about the different types of magic Harry had learned over the years as well as the magic that Morrigan knew. While his world had all sorts of spells for everyday use, this world (that he'd discovered was known as Thedas) had largely been concerned with more violent, combative forms of magic. If they were going to be dealing with an army of monsters, Harry supposed that learning some of that sort of thing would be very helpful.

Before long though, they were disturbed by the barks of a large black dog that came running down the path towards them.

"That is no mabari," Morrigan said, readying her staff in case of an attack. At the same time however, she noticed Harry stepping forward, smiling as tears ran down his face.

"Padfoot?"


Author's Note: This is the first very large divergence from Dragon Age canon- due to Harry's appearance causing a distraction, Flemeth does not arrive in time to save the Grey Warden player character or Alistair from the battle at Ostagar. Die Lyna Mahariel!

But seriously, the Dalish Elf was the weakest origin, I don't know what Bioware was smoking when they picked that one for later games' default Grey Warden- they don't tie into the main game's story at all, unlike every other option. For the record: City Elf is the best followed by Dwarven Noble, then Mage, Human Noble, Dwarven Commoner, & lastly Dalish Elf. And yes, I've played all of 'em.

I'm hoping for a weekly update schedule, assuming all goes well. And for those wondering, this story will only cover the first game, but I do have some ideas for going beyond that- we'll just have to see how this goes for now.