The mountainpath was full of snow and it was difficult to walk on it for everyone. Cassandra cursed something under her breath and Varric smiled a little. Before him walked Mahanon. From time to time the elf formed his left hand to a fist when the green glowing mark on it flared up. Hey you´re all right? Varric asked but the only answer he got was a stiff nodd from Mahanon. Varric sighted and looked at the back of Mahanon. The elf looked exhausted, the mark was effecting him more than he let show. It was not only the mark but the exhasuting fights against the demons and the closing of the previous rift in the old dwarfen mine they had passed a few moments ago. All that had exhausted the elf and Varric wished they would take a break and gather their strength. Unfortunatly they could not allow each other that luxury. The breach was still in the sky and continued to spat out demons. As long as it was there all of Thedas was in danger. As exhasuted as they all where they couldn´t take a break. They needed to walk forward and close it. They where for some time on the mountainpath to the Temple and on their way the had found a rift and some dead spies from Leliana.
Another dead body of a soldier layed on the ground and Varric heard Cassandra sight. That can't be all of Lelianas people. We should hurry and try to find them. she said and Solas nodded. The apostate walked next to Mahanon and kneeled down to the dead soldier. With quick movemenst he searched the dead body and found two healing potions. No one said a word or complained about looting the dead. They needed every potion they could find. Solas stood up again and handed the potions to Varric and Cassandra. Then the group continued forward on the path.

Fear landed on a tree near the rift and looked down at the group of people. The raven sat with three others on the tree and examinated the group. The animals next to him where interested in the two dead soldiers in the corner, but fear had no interest in them at all. The rift closed with a loud shattering sound as a red haired elf had pointed his left hand with a green mark to it. Now the group talked with the remaining soldiers. Fear listened with interest and turned his attention to the red haired elf.
Mahanon sended the remaining soldiers a smile before they parted. He had tried to ignore the feeling of beeing watched but as the group parted and his companions where about to continue to the Temple of sacred Ashes, he couldnt ignore it any longer. He turned around and let his green eyes wander around. There was nothing except four ravens who sat on a tree. Two of them flyed downwards to the dead soldiers. After a few seconds the other two came down too. While three of them started to work on the soldiers, sat one still like a statue. The black eyes starred at Mahanon. Time slowed down as they starred at each other. The elf jumped a little as he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Cassandra. Her voice came from very far to him. After he nodded and she turned around, he took a last glance at the still raven and then he turned around and followed her down the path. He felt sick and all the way down to the Temple of sacred Ashes he heard the voice in his head. Fear, I am Fear and who are you?

It is said that the Antivan Crows started as an arm of the Chantry. Through their deadly reputation and exotic poisons, the Crows practically rule their homeland. Though honor among such an organization is generally dubious, they do adhere to one standard: contracts are met and agreements are kept. Failure to eliminate a mark means the life of the operative is also forfeit.
The Crows usually employ elves because humans often find them attractive, giving them an advantage over their target. However they also have a large number of Human recruits. They train their recruits from a young age, and have no problem killing them if they make a mistake. It seems to be an effective method, though they would have everyone believe it takes some special skill to do what they do.
The Antivan Crows buy orphaned or enslaved elves and humans when they are children and force them to live together in tight quarters. The only way they can survive the brutal process and prove themselves worthy is by surviving every test the Crows throw at them, including killing their peers.

Theron Mahariel the Grey warden and Hero of Ferelden sat in an uncomfortable chair and sighted. The Dalish elf had a headache from the smell of Antiva city. Can you smell that? Like rotting flesh. Just like back in Antiva City. Now if only you could find me a prostitute or two, a bowl of fish chowder and a corrupt politician, I'd really feel like I was home!" Those where Zevran´s words back then when Theron had presented him some leader boots. The Dalish elf hadn´t believed his companion back then but know he knew better.
Said companion Zevran Arainai came with a big smile to the table carring some wine and two glasses. Theron watched him as Zevran moved swift like a cat through the tavern they where in, dodging guests and making a compliment to a waitress. You tend to get up to interesting on a journey to find a way to cure yourself from the blight... Zevran said after he sat down and poured some wine into the two glasses. The Grand Enchanter of the Circle of Magi, Fiona was like me a Grey warden. Something removed the blight from her and so she isnt affected from the calling anymore. Unfortunatly she could´nt help me,she does not know what cured her. Theron said and stopped talking as the waitress came and brought them their food. After the waitress was gone he continued. We are going to the city she was in and start from there. The only question i have is will you acompany me and the others?
Zevran smiled Who is comming with us? he asked and started to eat his fish. Theron grinned wide at his friend Sten, Oghren, Wynne, Justice and Nathaniel Howe. Zevran smiled. I asume Alistair is to busy to rule Ferelden? Sadly yes Theron answered.
When are we leaving? Tomorrow

All of this had been a few monts ago. Theron remembered it as he layed on the ground. His gaze turned left. His companions layed next to him they where all sleeping. Slowly he got up from the bedroll he had been resting on. They where in the deep roads. A few days ago they had been attacked from a horde of darkspawn. Nathaniel had been slayed by them and the others where still recovering from their wounds. Zevrans life however was still in danger. He was resting in a different room. GUarded from their saviours and i relative good hands. Theron opened the door he was in and walked down the corridor until he reached Zevrans room. He nocked and heard a deep voice answering. He entered and looked at Zevran and the mage who kneeled next to the bedroll and healed him. Again Theron was thankfully for his choice not to kill the Architect and his darkspawn siblings. If the Architect had not shown up they would all been dead. The towering twisted figure looked up as Theron aproached. How is he? Theron asked and sat down on the ground. He gets better. Slowly but surely. The Architect said and continued his work on Zevran. Theron nodded and massaged his head. Ever since he had woke up here he heard it. A music which hummed in his head. It was loud and gave him a headache. The Calling. We are close to an old god. he said and looked at the Architect. The ancient darkspawn nodded. Yes it is Razikale, the Dragon of Mystery
No wonder there are so many Darkspawns around
The two stopped talking and remained silent fo a while. Both looked up as the door opened and sten stepped in. The tall Qunari´s chest was wrapped in clean bandages and he looked better than yesterday. I brought you food He said and carried the two plates over to them. Thank you The ancient darkspawn said and stretched his long unnatural hand out and grabbed his plate. Theron was about to take his own plate but it falled down to the ground and spilled the food on the floor. The Grey warden grabbed his head with both hands and gasped for breath. The song had grown insanely loud in his head. It ranged in his ears and made his body trembling. Sten rushed forward and catched his friend as he was about to fall over. Whats wrong? he said and turned his head to the ancient darkspawn. But the Architect himself was grabbing his head and gasped for breath. Then suddenly both men calmed down. The song...it stopped Theron said and burried his fingers in Stens arm.