I do not own Dragon Age or any of the mods mentioned in the first page. If y'all want, I can put in a link to the Sacred Ashes trailer and the Warden's Calling trailer. These first two pages are mostly dialoge.

Prologue Part 2

Once Malcolm left the throne room, he heads off to the castle's chapel. When he enters he sees two knights kneeling in prayer along with the castle's Revere Mother, Mother Mallol. As he approaches her, he catches the last bit of the prayer. "Maker prepare a place for us. Redeem our world from sin. Forgive our transgressions."

"Maker forgive us all," one of the knights finishes.

Mother Mallol stands up and turns to Malcolm and asks, "Have you come to pray for your father and brother? I would be more than happy to help."

"I would appreciate that, Mother Mallol.

"Please child. When will you learn to call me 'Mallol'. I've known you since you were a wee babe, after all." With that both Malcolm and Mallol smile. "Creator of the Sky, the Land, and the Sea, hear your people in our time of need."

"Maker watch over us."

"Let no man have cause to fear the shadows. Let their souls be lifted upon your return. So let it be."

"Maker forgive us all," Malcolm finishes.

"There now. I'll be keeping a vigil tonight. You're welcome to join, of course. There are many more who must receive the Maker's blessings before they leave. If you would excuse me?"

Malcolm gives a small bow, "Of course. Thank you Mother Mallol," he says with an emphasis on 'Mother'.

They both smile, "Maker's breath, child," she mumbles as he leaves.

Eventually, as Malcolm approaches a turn, Ser Gilmore comes around the corner, then in the next second there is a dagger at Gilmore's throat. "Sorry, Ser Gilmore," Malcolm says as he puts the dagger away, "just reflexes I guess, I'm sorry."

Gilmore chuckles, "It's alright, my lord. That's the burden of having those reflexes. Sometimes they work a little too good."

Malcolm chuckles as they give each other a brotherly hug, "Isn't that the truth. So, were you looking for me?"

"Yes, my lord. I'm afraid that you hound has once again got into the larder, to annoy Nan, to amuse himself, or, more than likely, both. The Teyrna has task me to escort you to go collect your dog before Nan leaves."

Malcolm chuckles when he heard that his dog is in the larder again. "Yeah let's go get him. I have a question to ask him." With that they set off and talked to each other. As they got closer to the kitchen, they heard some barking and yelling and went into a jog.

When they got to the kitchen, they only got to hear, "…I'll skin you both, you useless elves!"

"Um, calm down, good woman," Gilmore says as they approach.

Nan turns around, "You and you." She points at Malcolm. "Your bloody mongrel keeps getting into the larder, that beast should be put down."

"Calm down, Nan," Malcolm says with his hands up, "I'll get him and then the three of us will leave the kitchen."

"Well hurry up then, so I can get supper ready for the troops." She turns to the elves. "You two, quit standing there like idiots. Get out of the way!"

The two warriors then entered the larder and see Goliath sniffing around, as if he was searching for something. Gilmore sighs, "Look at that mess. How did he even get in here this time?"

Goliath then turns to them and barks as if he is trying to tell them something.

Malcolm picks this up asking, "What's up boy?" Goliath then turns around and starts growling. Combat senses peeked up as something knocked over a container. Both Malcolm and Gilmore went for their weapons as Malcolm closed the door. Just then a giant rat lunged out of the shadows at the mabari. After Goliath easily killed that rat, dozens came out and attacked.

After a few minutes, all of the rats were dead. Gilmore kept his sword ready just in case more came out and walked over to Malcolm, "Giant rats? Just like the start of every adventure tale my father would tell. Your dog must have chased them through their tunnels. Looks like he wasn't raiding the larder after all."

(Bark.) Malcolm looks at his hound, "Looks like it. Maker those were some big rats."

"I've seen bigger. They sometimes come from the woods in the south. Let's tell Nan that we have the dog and let's go."

Malcolm looks at Gilmore, "Yeah, good idea." They walk through the door and almost into Nan.

"There he is, thinking that he would make off like a thief in the night after helping himself to the roast."

(Whine.) "Nan," Malcolm says pointing behind himself, "you might want to look in the larder before you say anything."

She walks to the door, "Maker's breath! Damn dog, I bet he lead them there in the first place." (Whine.)

"You better going, my lord. Your mother will want to know that you have your hound with you. As for me, I better get back to my duties."

Gilmore offers his arm. Malcolm takes it, "Of course, Ser Gilmore."

"My lord." With that they part ways at the door to the kitchen.

Malcolm then went to continue looking for his brother, thinking that the only place that he was at was his room. Along the way Malcolm and Goliath ran into Teyrna Cousland talking to some more guests.

"And my dear Bryce brought this back from Orlias last year. The marquis who gave it to him was drunk, and had mistaken him for the King. Ah," she said turning to Malcolm, "and here is my younger son. I take it by the fact that you have you hound with you that Nan is back to work?"

"Yes, Mother, it has been handled."

"Good. Dear, you remember Lady Landra?"

"I think we last met at your mother's spring salon."

Malcolm gives a small bow, "Of course. It is good to see you again, my lady."

"You're too kind. Didn't I spent half the time trying to flirt with you though?"

"Right in front of your family too," said a young man pinching the bridge of his nose.

Landra pointed at the man, "You remember my son, Dairren? You two sparred at the last tourney."

"And you beat me handily too. It is good to see you again, my lord."

Malcolm held his arm out, "Of course I remember. I remember every good person I spar with or against. You held your own for quite a time, don't forget that."

Dairren takes it, "Thank you, my lord."

"And this is my lady-in-waiting, Iona. Do say something, dear."

"It is a great pleasure, my lord," the elf says a bit quickly as her cheeks turn pink, "I have heard many wonderful things about you."

Landra leans to the Teyrna whispering, "Don't look now, Eleanor. But I think the girl has a crush on him."

"Lady Landra!" the elf's cheeks are bright red.

"Hush Landra, you'll turn the poor thing scarlet, like you did with Iona."

"I can handle my own affairs, Mother."

"Sure you can."

"Eleanor, I think I will retire now." Landra turns to her son, "Dairren I expect to see you and Iona at dinner."

"Of course, Mother. For now, we shall go to the study." They walk off leaving the Couslands alone with the hound.

The Teyrna walks up to her son, "You should say goodbye to Fergus while you have the chance."

"Do you know where he is?"

"More than likely, he is in his room with his family."

"Mother. Why can't I go with them?"

"Maker's breath! I knew this would come up. You are staying here!" Malcolm looks at his feet in disappointment. "Look son," she puts her hand on his chin to make him look at her, "I know that you are the best warrior in these halls. But you are needed here. I just can't let both heirs go join battle, with the chance of not returning."

Malcolm sighs, "I… understand."

"I love you, my darling boy. You know that, right?"

"I love you too, Mother."

"Now, go say bye to your brother," she lets go of him.

Malcolm and Goliath make their way up the steps to the bedrooms wing. Since they were young, Malcolm's and Fergus' rooms were always across from each other. As Malcolm approached the door he smiled as he remembered the day that their sibling rivalry ended.

They decided to have a race in the forest. Malcolm like always was ahead. It was a typical race until, Malcolm tripped over a root and went headfirst into the river. He hit his head on a rock, which knocked him out. Fergus saw this and he raced to go help his brother, because he was heading towards a waterfall. After this incident the two brothers decided to forget their rivalry, and from then on they would work together.

As Malcolm opened the door he heard, "Is there really gonna be a war, Papa? Will you bring me back a sward?" That voice can only belong to Fergus' son Oren.

"That's sword, Oren. I'll bring back the mightiest one I can find," Fergus says kneeling in front of him. "I'll be back before you know it."

Fergus' wife and Malcolm's sister-in-law, Oriana adds with worry, "I wish victory was indeed so certain. My heart is… disquiet."

"Don't frighten the boy, my love. I speak the truth." He notices Malcolm walking through the door and stands up. "And here's my younger brother to see me off. Now dry your eyes, love. I'll be back in a month or two."

Malcolm puts a hand on his face, "Let me know when you are done."

Fergus lightly elbows him in the ribs, "When you get a woman in your life, you'll understand."

"I wish I could go with you."

"And I wish you could come. It would be tiring killing all those darkspawn by myself. Not that Mother would allow it."

"I bring a message. Father wants you to take the troops ahead of him."

"Then the Arl's men are delayed," Fergus sighs, "You'd think that they are all walking backwards. Well I best be off. So many darkspawn to behead, so little time."

"I would hope, dear boy," everyone turns to see the Teyrn and Teyrna enter, "that you planned to wait for us before you leave."

The Teyrna walks up to Fergus, "Be well my son, I shall pray for you every day."

Oriana starts a prayer, "The Maker sustain and preserve us all. Watch over our sons, husbands, and fathers and bring them safely back to us."

Fergus turns to his mother, "I'll miss you, Mother," then he turns to Malcolm, "you'll take care of her won't you?"

"Mother can take care of herself, she always has."

Fergus chuckles, "It's true. They should be sending her. She would scold all those darkspawn back into the Deep Roads."

Their mother, however, does not find it funny, "Well, I'm glad you find it funny."

Teyrn Cousland interjects by saying, while chuckling, "Enough. Enough. Pup," he turns to Malcolm, "you'll want to go to bed early. You have a long day ahead of you."

"Of course, Father," Malcolm says with a small bow.

As Malcolm leaves the room, Fergus catches up and asks, "Getting sent to bed early, are we?"

Malcolm smirks, "Have fun on the march, in the cold."

"Hmm, now that you mention it a warm bed does sound appealing. At any rate I'll miss you. Take care of everyone while I'm gone and be here when I get back."

"Of course, Brother." Malcolm then enters his room with Goliath and gets ready for bed. Before he falls asleep, he makes sure that his dagger is under his pillow and his longsword is within easy reach.

I'm sorry that these first two pages are a bit boring that's how it is for now. If there is anything y'all would like to see let me know and I will try to put it in.