As I promised - there will be blood.

THAT MOMENT - HAVEN

Where had she come from?

The honor guard of the Inquisition's long buried old home, and her dead, were caught off guard by the lone strangers sudden appearence.

She was dressed in long, flowing tevinter robes, and a warm looking cloak and hood lined with fur. She smiled politely, her lean features seeming almost skeletal, except for the rose of blush her cheecks had as the cold caressed them. But sans her own person, she had no supply cart, no horse... nothing, and no one with her... or so they thought.

"Hello ," the woman purred as the first Inquisition soldier strode up to her, "I've come to pay due respect to the valiant souls who gave all for Thedas."

"That is very kind madam," the guard captain said, "We've not recieved a guest here in a few years to pay such respects... to tell you the trutrh it is somewhat refreshing, and very kind of you."

"Not at all," the woman sighed, her light green eyes seeming to change colors as he gazed into them, "So many owe these ... how many?"

"Three hundered and thirty-seven lost and buried in the snow."

"ALL OF THEM?," she asked in disbelief, "Venatory, bandits, the cult of Andraste? Surely there must be thousands, tens, hundered of thousands trapped in this place... frozen."

The Guard Captain was a little taken a-back, "I... guess."

She grinned wide, and touched his face with her right hand, still locking eyes with him, "Me too. I find all that people need to get up and go... is incentive." She plunged her left hand into his gullet.

He raised his hands and just managed to push her hood back, exposing her long red hair... as she ripped out his heart.

An Inquisition archer aimed for the woman's heart, only to have his throat slit open before he could release the bolt. The female rogue grinned as she watched the steam rising from the hot blood.

Another Inquisition soldier ran for the bell to alert the garrison. He stopped dead, his hand meer inches from the cord, his entrails spilling from his abdomen. A male rogue - the twin to the female - stood smiling as the guard collapsed, his blade yanked aggresively from the wounded man's open stomach, "You couldn't see that happening?," he sighed with a smirk.

Saris strode through the memorial arch, the still beating heart dripping in her hand.

The Guard Captain, still alive, stared at her retreating form as he lay on the ground, "Why?"

"All in good time Captain. Now be a good boy... and die." She pointed her right hand at him, and he was suddenly consumed by flames; the heart in her hand beat faster - panicked.

The Guard Captain's screams were drowned out by the wind as it suddenly picked up.

Saris climbed atop a massive pile of snow, and raised the still racing heart above her head, the blood dripping into her hair, her eyes, her mouth, "COME!," she shouted, "take back what was stolen! Rip it from them who have forgotten your sacrifice! REAP THEIR LIFE! COME! COME! COME!" She slapped her palms togeter, bursting the heart, splattering the blood across the snow.

The Inquisition garrison began to awaken, the shrieking of their Guard Captain having roused them.

Saris grinned at the confused expression of the soldiers.

The noonday sky darkened.

The snow, and ice... came alive.

"I would run," Saris said softly, "For what little good it will do you."

An archer drew his bow, and fired the arrow into the air as his right ankle was tore out by the teeth of the newly emerged head of a blue fleshed corpse dressed in commoners garb.

Saris smiled as the newly risen decimated the terrified soldiers.

The garrison commander raced for the signal fire as others attempted to light the corpses. The rogues handled them.

Soon Saris stood before an army of almost diamond hardened skinned undead. She smiled wide as her rogues joined her. "SHE will come to stop them. She alone can. When she does... take her captive. Do not look upon her until I have had a chance to speak to her. I can order this lot into the nearest lava pit and end this... once I have dominion over this world. You have filled Sanguinus with your lies?" she asked the female rogue.

The girl smiled, "Yes," she responded, "She is convinced we are not of one mind. He is a fool. Why does she wish to mate with him?

"She is a common whore. She wishes for power, prestige... protection." Saris responded.

"She may already have such protection," the female rogue stated, "I had to hide during the day, and was almost spotted, so I had to run. The girl left, but he is in the care of a group sworn to a woman of great power - Lilith. She is, perhaps, the girl's lover, keeper of her harem? We did find her in Val Royeaux after all, and Lilith is rumored to make her home in close proximity to the Empress."

"I've heard of this one," Saris sighed.

"Not wise to cross her," the rogue's brother responded nervously, " None who have seen her face have lived. It is said she ensnared a dragon... the largest high-dragon seen. We cannot match her. I myself witnessed her power first hand. She almost caught me in Orlea. I never got a good look. Just a beautiful, naked body... drenched in blood. She could destroy even you Lady Saris... with ease."

Saris gasped in astonishment at his candor, "Well then, we should endevour to make nice with her... or make her our first target... once we win."

The army before her turned as one from their new general, and venturted into the frozen wasteland, headed toward the unprepaired hinterlands of Ferelden.