We climbed up the steps to the third floor and entered the great hall. Tevinter statues towering over us like guards. Tevinter's prison had become ours.

The common room was littered with corpses. I said a prayer and we were about to move on when they sprung to life and attacked us. We dealt with it and a second round came. The whole thing could have been worse. Wynne realized that there was a demon behind this and it was probably close by, and capable of doing a lot of damage on it's own. Alistair lured the corpses near to himself, assisted by Leliana. I went for the demon, who was on the other side of the door. Combine initiative with healing spells and you have a recipe for victory.

In the next engagement we fought demons of all types. The only injury was my pride, after I got stuck in a trap, in the doorway to the room where they were hiding out. Seeing as we had a bard with us this was a subject of considerable annoyance on my part, something that I conveyed to Leliana in language that was absolutely not a horor upon the Maker. She told me she was rusty. I told her to practice.

We came to a hallway with three doors on the flanks. Alistair swore. The remnants of the templar garrison had fallen victim to their own longings, The first groups we dispatched with ease. When it came to the final group though things were more difficult.

I knew there was something on the other side of the door and was planning on having Wyne pin the enemy down with her earthquake spell and Leliana shoot them full of arrows. That did not go according to plan. The templars were to close and thus didn't feel the effect of the spell. The armored hulks charge dout of the doorway and surrounded me and Alistair, Wynne being chased off by another contingent with Leliana following.

We fought tooth and nail with them, Alistair and I. We were worn down and cut up, all the while their leader, a topless purple demon of with horns on her head mocked Alistair and Leliana, who had returned to aid us after dispatching half the knights chasing Wyne, and called me words I will not repeat. She also shot spells at us, powerful spells. I remember darkness and thinking, "so this is what it is like to die." I lay there waiting for the end for a couple of minutes, then I felt a sudden surge of energy.

Wyne had evaded her pursuers, running dodging and hiding until she mustered enough Mana to slay her tormentors. She took care of the demon while the rest of us slew the Templar. As Wynne was about to cast her last spell I cursed the creature to hell and told it I had had more actual sex than it. Very immature I know but what was a girl to do.

I know these men had fallen through no fault of their own but I cannot help but feel great anger towards the Chantry. Wynne had every reason to turn on them, she was strong enough to fight her way out of the tower, but she didn't. Meanwhile the Templars tasked with guarding them fell prey to the same demons that took the mages. I know a mage caused this, but if the Templars could be possessed as well, this almost makes it seem more like a human problem than a magic problem.

We were all beaten up, Alistair in particular had a gaping wound at his side, causing me great distress. Wynne told me it was fine and we all could be properly fixed up once we opened the gate. She emphasized that last part, we were going to win. I knew then that this indomitable old lady was as part of my army as Leliana and Alistair.

The center atrium is another hard fight. Leliana in particular was pretty badly injured.

Did I forget to mention their were growths all along the tower walls. The demons desecrated Andraste's statues and put up these idos. That's the only word I can use to describe them. Alistair claimed he'd seen the inside of a Darkspawn infested tunnel that looked similar. The blight came from the fade after all. Wynne spent a long time looking at the desecration. She seemed pale. "This this cannot continue. We have to stop it." She said that like a clenched blade.

I wanted to rest because of our injuries, but Alistair pointed to the stairs and said, the only way out is up. He was not wrong.

So battered and bruised we trudged our way up the stairs. The top of the fourth floor was much the same as the third, eary quiet, looming statues, dead templars and mages.

There were yet more rooms to search.

I heard a man asking his wife for dinner. Her voice was sultry. His had the naive sweetness of Alistair. I peeked through the doorway. It was just a templar standing there. With a desire demon floating next to him. Whispering sweet words about love and family. She even did impressions of the children. We ran in with swords drawn. I commanded her to stop what she was doing to him immediately.

She had him possesed. She claimed we were intruding upon their "love." I told her possessing someone does not mean they love you truly. She claimed her feeding off his innermost desires for love and family was a kindness. As if taking away someone's will could ever be kind. I told her she was draining him dry and if she didn't release him they'd both die. She had her pawn attack. He died believing he had failed to save his wife and children from bandits. In that world I was Arl Howe.

The other was a group of templars controlled by a blood mage. I'll tell you a neat trick if you ever get caught in such a situation, get the mage first. She's squishy and she can do a lot of damage. So dance around the guys in plate and slice up the boy or girl in the bathrobe.

The Templars were tough and we came out of that fight even more sliced up, but somehow still alive. We were all feeling so tired. And that was before the demon of sloth.

Note Dated 9:43 It is impossible to believe Elissa wrote in such detail about these violent events that occured in such closeness to one another. To expand upon my previous point it appears Elissa wrote down something about the events in question but years after the fact went back and added detail to some of the entries. We suspect the crown was planning to publish a book in the vein of Varic Tethris's "Tale of the Champion." Cousland is not one given to vanity, or at least not any more given than is average for nobles. Therefore we suspect that she originally intended to publish as some sort of promotion for herself and Ferelden while she was gone. Reminding the nobles of what she had done for the country, and what she could do to them if they stepped out of line while the cat's away.