Dirthavaren- The Promise

by Solasan

t has been 13 days since Dirthamen had left the black city an returned to this new world. Endless years since she had seen Thedas and the Dread wolf. The magic of the Breach had awoken her into this new world, in some ways similar to before, when the veil hadn t exicsted but in others, so very different. This new realm of Thedas was full new mysteries and dangers, and a long histor

9. Razikales lair

Xebenkeck noticed the sound of the Black Eluvian behind her. The spirit turned around and watched silently. When Dirthamen had entered the Eluvian she had the appearance of a very old very sick looking elf. With grey long hair and burning red eyes and long black nails. However what exited now the Eluvian was a tall figure clad in black armor. The demon watched silently as the figure came closer. Suddenly black smoke started to surround the warrior and the image faded away. Dirthamen stepped out of the leftovers of the black smoke. The keeper of secrets had a small smile on her lips as she came over to the waiting spirit.

Now she had the appearance of a female elf with long black hair,pale skin and burning orange eyes. Dirthamen wore a pair of black pants and a black shirt. Small elven ornaments where woven into the soft fabric. Over it she had some long blue robes. They were deep blue and where decorated with small gems.

Let me guess. They couldn't help you much? Xebenkeck asked and suppressed a shudder as the orange burning eyes rested on her for a moment. Dirthamen shook her head slightly. No she said and leaned against the white wall of the ruined temple. And? What will you do now? The answer was just a small smile. Well of course get into the waking world Dirthamen said after a while and smiled.

This way! the sand aper voice of the Arcitect said from the left. Theron and Sten followed him trough the deeproads. The warden commander and the ancient darkspawn magister had both confusion on their faces. The old god Razikale was silent. No song came from the old god, just silence. Silence filled now the halls, the only sound were the rushed footsteps of the men rushing to Razikales lair. They crossed a room, came to a door and quickly rushed trough.

Razikales lair was located in an old dwarfen mine. Leftovers from thick lyriumvains where in the walls and ground and illuminated the whole area with a blue light. Normally it should be surrounded from darkspawn but that was not the case. Not anymore. The ground was red from blood of countless dead darkspawn. On the end of the hall was a small mountain of lyriumfragments and was appeareantly Razikales nest. The big black highdragon layed on the lyriummountain and had its eyes closed. Theron, Sten and the Arcitect starred in disbelieve on the scenery below them.

Swordwounds Sten said after he had examination the body of an emissary which layed close to the door they had come trough. But there is also magic in the air. Powerful one... even stronger than my own the Arcitect said and started to walk to the direction of Razikale. Hey, let's not rush things here. Don' want to start another blight right. Theron said and rushed to the magister. The Arcitect however didn't stop. In the large twisted claws of him formed some spell. We do not need to fear another blight. What do you mean? Theron asked and eyed the darkspawn with furrowed brows. Take a look at Razikale. Isn't something strange about it to you? Theron and Sten eyed the dragon and then it kicked. It is not breathing?! Both said.

The ancient darkspawn nodded. Yes and something more. Look. The man moved his hands and casted the spell. After a few seconds the image of the Dragon before them disappeared into thin air. An illusion... The Arcitect said with a grim face.