The blood Magisters of Tevinter were ready for them; they had prepared for all contingencies; they had amassed a sizable army of men, and demons. They were on fire - no, really, they were on fire - smoldering masses of flesh, bone, steel and shrieking for damnation souls. The Sentinels had arrived.

The Tevinter's tried to fight, then tried to run, then tried to hide, then tried to bargain... with the Sentinels; missing the point of Lava Golems - in the Dragon Age.

Cormack had tried diplomacy: "Little blood mage, little blood mage, let me in... not by the pointy goatee on your pointy chin chin? Then I'll huff, and I'll... ah sod it - RISE!"

The Sentinels tore through the solid granite floor like tearing through air, and released the full fury of their innate desire to melt and pummel small fleshy things with an almost child-like joy that warmed Cormack's heart, as well as the surrounding landscape. Still, Cormack was concerned about where Lilith had gotten off to, and where were the civilians? There was nothing like the reassuring shrieking, and ill arranged anarchy of fleeing innocent civilians as your respective Lava Golem army melted and squashed the enemy troops to let you know you were doing the 'right' thing - winning.

He strode through the ensuing chaos, turning the odd abominations against the Magisters who sent them and had managed to somehow escape the Sentinels, so his time wasn't entirely ill spent, or wasted... when he finally came upon Lilith.

She was standing admiring herself in a huge mirror: dressed in a gold, and silver fringed strapless black silk dress with an embroidered high dragon down one side, and a high cut slit up the other side.

"Strapless? Wow, the things you can conjure up little one. All I can make are 'these' things," He said gesturing to the Lava Golems as they incinerated a blood magister's wardrobe, "HEY Carefull, that stuff looked pretty good... for a mages wardrobe. Strange, no garters this time. You would not believe the amount of frilly women's undergarments I've found in this place - In the MENS wardrobes!... wild place. Speaking of 'Wild', you do know what mother will say about that dress?"

Lilith looked herself over, approvingly, "Mmmmm, 'Where's mine?'," and then she began to recount her little innocent foray into the Tevinter hinterland, "ANYWAY I just met the most remarkable man...,"

Cormack was mildly astonished at his sisters seeming indifference to the continued carnage around her as she went on at a thousand breathless words a minute in her description of her 'farmer'.

"His name is Fenrill, he's beautiful, he's kind, he's a mage, he's tall, he's beautiful, he's a farmer..."

"You said beautiful, twice - TWICE - in five seconds."

"Don't interrupt!"

"Just saying..." he stammered with a smirk.

Just then, Cormack was gratefully distracted by the comparatively relaxing sounds of Lava Golem mischief as it rang in the breeze... interrupting Lilith, infuriating her to no end - so like her mother.

BLAM! VAROOSH! "AHHHHHHHH!" "NO! PLEASE! PLEASE! I'LL...!" CRUNCH! SPLURCH!

"Splurch?" Cormack gasped, "SPLURCH?!" He could barely contain his giddiness, "SPLURCH!"

"Third time in three seconds Cormack," Lilith fumed, her beautiful eyes boring into her giant brother.

Cormack roared in joy, "Ah use an ice spell on yourself - MOTHER!"

"Flattery won't work...," Lilith smiled in spite of herself, "splurch."

Cormack roared again, trying to steady himself on a lava golem, and not getting burned, "I mean... WHERE is the dignity in going to the fade with THAT sound? SPLURCH?!"

Lilith watched her brother revel in the misery of the blood Magisters, and saw once more why he was to be Emperor: He didn't take anything seriously but injustice, and never let anyone force him to act, not even Morrigan any longer. Lilith by contrast was still swayed by the simplest glance from her goddess. She could never fully be free from her mother's influence, and that is the last thing even Morrigan wanted.

The key, as Lilith saw it was not to subjugate the other kingdoms, as Orlea had and the Imperium before her, but to unite the laws under one universal standard that would be upheld by all; it's enforcement by the other states, and the threat of the Sentinels. Since there was no upkeep needed for the Sentinels, there was no need to pay anything for their protection; and since there was no 'rule' but one there was hopefully no need to lean on any states so long as they didn't violate it in written law or practice; and it read simply... EVERYONE IS EQUAL: FREE FROM BONDAGE, PERSECUTION FOR RACE OR NATURE OF BIRTH (IE MAGE/ DWARF/ CASTLESS/ CITY ELF, ETC.) SO LONG AS THAT CITIZEN OBSERVES AND RESPECTS THE RIGHTS OF ALL OTHERS, AND LIVES WITHIN THE LAWS OF THE STATE. THE LAW EXCLUDES THE OFFICERS OF THE CHANTRY - WHO ARE SUBJECT TO NEW, COMPLIANT, SELF RULE. ANY STATE LEADERSHIP VIOLATING THE RIGHTS OF ANY CITIZEN OF THEDAS... WILL HAVE IT'S RIGHTS OF AUTONOMY RESCINDED. The leaders of the Imperium violated the inalienable rights of the elves, so...

The 'Attack' began at eight o'clock in the morning, and within two hours ALL of the blood Magisters were dead, or wishing they were that lucky... there were other Darkspawn that needed feeding - and female magister... 'company'. THIS was the fate ment for those rulers who abused their freedom, and, as with Tevinter, Cormack would subjugate their realm under his authority, and that of his heirs.

All that remained was to get them all to sign the document that would allow ALL citizens of Thedas equal rights under the law, and that would take place in the palace of the High Tevinter Magister that had only just recently been changed - unofficial, as he had only just been crushed into a force ball. STILL, by the laws of dueling, his replacement was... Lilith Cousland.