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Chapter Three: A New World
Korcari Wilds
Gandalf stared into the distance with a weary gaze. The battle of Ostagar had ended in complete disaster: Loghain had abandoned the battle and betrayed them all, leaving the king he was sworn to serve to die. Gandalf himself had witnessed the death of King Cailan and Duncan while the signal fire burned above.
However, there was still some hope, as two Grey Warden recruits were still alive and being tended to at this moment.
"Why is it that every time I see you," a familiar voice spoke up behind Gandalf. "You look as though the weight of the world is on your shoulders."
Gandalf turned and frowned at Flemeth, the Witch of the Wilds.
"Someone has to try and help this world and its people... which you and the others failed to do many years ago."
"I'm not the one to blame, Gandalf. Things got out of control back them," Flemeth replied, vexed.
"Which is why I was sent here. As Maiar, were are to help the races of this world," Gandalf berated. "Thankfully, the Elven High Kings were able to succeed where you and the others failed. You all should have strived to accomplish your goals better."
"You think we weren't? It is hard to accomplish those goals when you have to follow certain rules and stay in these mortal forms. You know who you need to speak with about the problems from ages ago."
"I fully intend to have a word with him when I find him," Gandalf replied before turning to see a young elf leave Flemeth's hut. Not far away, Alistair approached his fellow Grey Warden.
"You're alive! I was almost certain you were a goner."
"Theron Mahariel," Gandalf spoke up. "It's good to see you up and about."
"I feel better now, thanks to Morrigan and Flemeth," Theron replied. "I was told about what happened."
"Loghain betrayed us. He betrayed his own king!" Alistair growled in anger before it was replaced by depression. "Now all of them... even Duncan... they're all dead."
"Mithrandir, what should we do?" Theron asked.
"Sadly, we do not have much time to mourn. The Darkspawn will be on the move and you must stop them," Gandalf answered.
"It has always been the duty of the Grey Wardens to unite the lands against the Blight," Flemeth added.
"She's right. You must build a new army to combat the Blight and, thankfully, we have the means to do so," Gandalf insisted. Alistair perked up at that.
"Of course! The treaties! Grey Wardens can call upon Dwarves, Elves, and mages to fight the Blight. But we can't ignore Loghain and what he's done. Arl Eamon and the Landsmeet won't stand for it and there will be civil war. We could go to Redcliffe first and get his help."
"No," Gandalf interrupted. "Since it is closer, you should first go to the Brecilian forest. Theron's kin are gathering there, and they will be a valuable ally in the coming battle: their expertise in stealth and archery will allow them to launch guerilla strikes against the Darkspawn. This will delay the Blight and give you time to gather the rest of your potential allies."
"I suppose that's a good point," Alistair admitted. "We need all the time and advantages we can get against the Blight."
"Are you ready then? To become Grey Wardens?" Flemeth questioned.
"Theron, the enemies you will face will be more terrible than anything you could imagine. Many challenges lie before you, some that cannot be solved with a blade. Are you ready to bear the responsibility of battling the Blight?" Gandalf asked in a serious tone.
"Elves have fought against many enemies of terrifying origins. I am ready to fight as my ancestors did against the darkness," Theron stated with resolve.
"Good," Gandalf said with a warm smile.
"Before you leave, there is one more thing I can offer to help," Flemeth spoke up. Just as she said this, Morrigan walked out of the hut to the group.
"The stew is bubbling, mother dear. Shall we have three guests for the evening, or none?"
"The Grey Wardens and the old man will be leaving shorty... and you will accompany them," Flemeth answered while Gandalf gave her an annoyed glare.
"Such a shame-What?!" Morrigan exclaimed in surprise.
"You heard me, girl. You've been itching to get out of the Wilds for some time now. Here is your chance," Flemeth stated with a chuckle.
"This is not how I wanted this... although," Morrigan began before glancing at Theron with a suggestive look. "If I'm to travel with you, then this might be more... 'interesting' experience."
Theron blinked and his cheeks turned a little red. He wondered if this was what Gandalf meant when he said some challenges could not be solved with a blade. Well, he hoped that his love life would not get too complicated.
In the village of Lothering, a beautiful redhead wearing a chantry priestess outfit sneezed.
Sarghress Fortress
Ariel slowly reached out towards the halla, with anticipation in her eyes as she touched it. The halla immediately turned its head toward her and the two stared at each other for a moment. Then the halla sniffed Ariel and nibbled at her hair, causing her to giggle as she pet the halla.
"Weird, most halla aren't that quick to warm up so someone. They're usually very ornery," Ralinor remarked with curiosity.
"Aww, you are not a mean, ornery halla, are you?" Ariel cooed to the halla.
"You really like animals, don't you, Ariel?" Altariel questioned with a small chuckle. She was seated close to the two children as they waited for Kel'noz to return with Ariel's belongings.
"Yes! I wish I could see a lot more!" Ariel beamed. It had taken her a moment to open up to the Dalish elves, but she now seemed more comfortable around them. "I spent my whole life in the fortress, and I didn't seen any until... I got Fuzzy."
Ralinor tilted his head in confusion as Ariel's face fell.
"What's wrong, Ariel?"
"Fuzzy was my pet cat and friend... and then Syphile killed him," Ariel slowly replied.
"I'm... I'm sorry," Ralinor apologized before an idea popped into his head. "There's lots of cats on the surface. You need to come visit one of the Dalish clans and I can show all the different animals you can find in the forest."
Ariel brightened at that.
"I never been to the surface before, are there really a lot of animals?"
"There's too many to count! There's bears, wolves, halla. There's lots of different birds. Oh! I need to show you foxes, they are one of my favorite animals."
Altariel smiled as her son eagerly chatted with Ariel about the surface world. She was happy to see them get along so well. It was sad really, most Drow had never seen the surface. Deep down however, they all desired to return to the lands above.
Altariel's attention was drawn towards a group of Sarghress clan members gathering not too far away.
"Ralinor, Ariel, you two might be interested in this."
The two children both looked over to see that the crowd had gathered around two opponents ready to fight.
"Who are they?" Ariel asked. "I think I saw one in my mother's throne room."
"One of them is Quill'yate," Ralinor noted as he spotted the Highland Commander.
"The other is Koil'Dorath, one of the commanders of the Assault Legion. Both Koil'Dorath and Quill'yate have served alongside Quain'tana since her early days as a mercenary. It looks as if they're having a sparing session," Altariel explained.
The three of them watched as Koil'Dorath and Quill'yate took their stances. For a moment, everything was silent, before Koil'Dorath struck first by bringing her greatsword down in an overhead strike. Quill'yate parried it to the side and responded by slashing her sword at Koil'Dorath's neck.
A wrist blade on Koil'Dorath's left arm appeared, blocking the strike. It all happened in a split second and both opponents were grinning under their helmets. The two quickly started to exchange blows again.
"Wow..." Ralinor whispered in awe. He had seen his fellow Dalish spar before, but none of them, except maybe his father and mother, could move so fast and with such power that he saw before him at that moment.
Quill'yate jumped back from a slash before slamming her palm to the ground and channeled earth sorcery. A hail of rocks flew forward at Koil'Dorath, who responded by taping the guard of her greatsword and a metal plate expanded to form a miniature shield to block some of the rocks.
Koil'Dorath then snapped her fingers and a wave of flames appeared before her towards her opponent. Quill'yate raised a hand and formed a magical shield to block the flames before Koil'Dorath leaped right over the flames to bring her greatsword down on Quill'yate.
She can leap higher than a man, even with all that armor? Ralinor thought in amazement.
Quill'yate again channeled earth sorcery that formed a domed shaped shield in front of her to block Koil'Dorath's downward strike. Quill'yate then thrusted her sword at Koil'Dorath half a dozen times in a blink of an eye.
"Whoa... won't they kill each other if they keep it up like that?" Ariel mused out loud.
"Oh no, there's no need to worry. Besides, they're going easy on each other," Altariel remarked, causing both Ralinor and Ariel to gape at her.
The sparing session continued for a few more minutes before both warriors were finally standing across from each other with sweat pouring off of them.
Wow... Even if I were to use the powers of the Arcane Warrior to enhance my skill and abilities... it's going to be a long time before I reach their level, Ralinor thought in amazement.
"Good fight," Quill'yate stated.
"Yeah," Koil'Dorath agreed before going to pour a bucket of water over her face.
Quill'yate made her way over the Altariel and the children. She splashed her face with water from a pool before turning towards Altariel with a challenging smirk.
"What do you think, Altariel? Interested in giving that ancient elvish sword on your back a proper test?"
Altariel smiled but shook her head.
"Tempting, but I would rather not dirty myself just before leaving for Orthorbbae. We'll save a spar for another time."
"Aww, I would've like to see you fight, mother," Ralinor remarked with a frown.
Quill'yate grinned at him before her eyes landed on Ariel.
"Who are you?"
Ariel shyly hesitated before introducing herself.
"I am Ariel Val'Sarghress, Lady Quill'yate. That was an awesome battle."
"Ah, so you're my new niece," Quill'yate noted.
"Niece? You mean you're my aunt?" Ariel asked in surprise.
"Well, Quain'tana and I aren't related by blood, but we've become sisters by forging a bond on the battlefield," Quill'yate explained. "Quain'tana and I bled side by side during the Drow-Orlesian war and were blood-sisters long before the idea of Clan Sarghress was even dreamed of."
"You fought in the Drow-Orlesian war?" Ralinor asked in surprise. "That was at almost sixty years ago..."
"Yep, it has been quite a while since then," Quill'yate remarked in memory.
The Chantry calendar was measured in ages, each a hundred years in length. The current year was the thirtieth year of the ninth age since the chantry was formed, the Dragon Age. The Drow Empire reemerged into Thedas in the seventy-fourth year of the eighth age, the Blessed age. The nations of Thedas were shocked and, at first, it seemed that the Drow were interested in peace. Diva'ratrika sent out messengers to gather information on the current state of the kingdoms.
Unknown to most of Thedas, the Drow had actually returned to the surface for about two centuries, not long after the Dales fell to the Exalted Marches. The Drow had discovered routes and passages that emerged from the Underworld into the Uncharted Territories south of Orlais and Ferelden. The Drow explored these regions and made several discoveries. It was in the uncharted regions that the Drow located the race of cat-like people called the Ferals, as well as several human races, like the Emberi and Halmes people.
The exploration of the Uncharted Territories also lead to the rising power of Clan Sarghress. Quain'tana was already a well-known mercenary leader for her explorations in the Underworld. She would lead her band to the surface and discover a number of treasure and riches, while also bolstering her forces' strength with conquest. Quain'tana eventually returned to Chel'el'Sussoloth just before the Empress decided for the Drow to return to the lands of Thedas, the lands of their ancestors.
Four years before the Drow appeared in Orlais, a dispute between Orlais and Nevarra resulted in Nevarra claiming Perendale. Ferelden was currently occupied by Orlais, although there was a resistance movement against the Orlesians. All the while, Tevinter was waging a series of never-ending engagements against the Quanari.
Many nations around the world were unsure how to react to the appearance of the Drow. In the Chantry, many were already starting to whisper that the Drow Empire were heathens and that the 'light of the Maker' should be brought to them... by force, if necessary. They also feared how the Circle of Mages would react to an entire race that could use magic. Orlais attempted to dazzle the Drow and put on a show of wealth. Initially, it appeared that things might go somewhat smooth between the Drow and Orlais.
Then, one year after the Drow reemerged, Empress Diva'ratrika sent a message to the Orlesian Emperor, Judicael II. The message was heard throughout the kingdoms...
Long ago, our ancestors, the Dark Elves lived among many of their elven brethren in an empire that spanned all of Thedas. We lived and died fighting nightmares that you short-lived race of men could not comprehend. What was our reward? We were forced underground while our elven cousins had their lands taken from those they call shemlens. I was told the glories of Elvhenan and of the peace that was brought to the world during its time. I vow to restore that time and restore Elven glory. We shall begin by reclaiming the Dales, which your ancestors grace to the elves, but then stole from them. I am Empress Diva'ratrika, and all who stand in our way to reclaim what rightfully belongs to our people shall know our power.
Almost as soon as the letter arrived in Val Royeaux, in the seventy-fifth year of the Blessed Age, the armies of the Drow Empire marched into the south of the Dales. Their surprise attack allowed them to quickly attack an Orlesian army camped at the Exalted Plains, nearly wiping them out, as less than a fifth of the Orlesian army managed to escape.
Quain'tana's reputation as the Mercenary Queen grew when she launched a daring strike west across the Deauvin Flats and claimed the city of Val Firmin. With Lake Celestine north of the city, Quain'tana had secured the western front of the Dales. Although the Orlesians made an attempt to retake the city, Quain'tana's skill in tactics and strategies threw them back.
Meanwhile, the main Drow armies marched north and northwest and successfully claimed several major cities along the Imperial highway. Within two years, the Drow claimed the cities Montsimmard and Verchiel. In the third year of the war, they had advanced and taken Lydes, which meant that the only major city left in the Dales to claim was Halamshiral.
However, while the Drow were striking at these cities, the Orlesians were regrouping to launch their counterattack against the invading Drow. The surprise assault may have forced them back, but they were using the time it took the Drow to claim the cities to prepare their own forces.
The Drow then started to make preparations to simultaneously take Halamshiral and launch an attack to take Val Royeaux through Val Foret. As Orlais was forced to recall troops from Ferelden, which gathered at Halamshiral, they also prepared to launch a counterstrike from Val Foret and launch another attack against Quain'tana to reclaim Val Firmin. Some historians argued that the Drow's attack on Orlais resulted in the Ferelden resistance gaining strength, eventually allowing Maric Theirin to free Ferelden and become king.
The Chantry had also called for an Exalted March against the Drow, reinforcing the Orlesian armies with the faithful from several nations as they began their counterattack. Some reports indicate that the Drow were outnumbered at least five to one, although some historians argue that this number is exaggerated. Worse, the Drow had begun to argue amongst themselves over who controlled their conquered lands. Old feuds resurfaced while new ones appeared and many Drow Clans started to refuse to fight alongside their rivals.
The second attempt by the Orlesians to retake Val Firmin and drive Quain'tana back was no more successful than the first attempt. On the northern front however, the Drow were forced to fall back to the Exalted Plains as they weren't properly organized to repel the attacks from the northwest and Halamshiral. Because of this, Quain'tana was forced to withdraw from Val Firmin as her rear was now exposed to attack.
After several more engagements, where the Orlesians were able to reclaim several of the major cities, a stalemate occurred between the two sides for about a year before peace talks finally began. The final agreements were signed in the eightieth year of the Blessed Age, ending the five-year long war. The war had hit both sides hard. Orlais would spend the rest of the Blessed Age trying to recover from the Drow's attacks in the Dales, while the Drow had begun to suffer from inner turmoil as the clan began to fight amongst themselves.
"I take it that you two children have met Quain'tana? What did you think of her?" Quill'yate questioned.
"I... uh..." Ariel hesitated.
"She's scary," Ralinor answered, causing Quill'yate to laugh.
"She does leave quite an impression on people, doesn't she? I imagine she judged you both somewhat harshly. Would you care to hear a story?" Quill'yate asked.
"Yes! I like stories," Ariel replied with a smile.
Quill'yate chuckled before speaking.
"Far away on the surface, far south in the uncharted territories, there lives a race of giant cat-like creatures that throw their cubs down a cliff when they are still very young."
"That's cruel," Ariel frowned.
"Why would these large cats do that?" Ralinor asked in confusion.
"It's not done out of cruelty, it's a test," Quill'yate explained. "You see, these cats live in a very harsh environment and food is scarce. Therefore, the cub that climbs back up the cliff proves itself and it is that cub that the parents give their all to, a child of worthy. That's why Quain'tana will push you hard, so that she may find an heir to prove herself."
"Quain'tana has always been harsh and cruel at times," Altariel interjected. "But some of her methods are very effective and teach valuable lessons."
"Indeed," Quill'yate agreed. "She wants you make her proud and prove your worth in become heir, Ariel. And, although she would never admit it, Quain'tana has respect for Altariel and is curious to see if you will amount to as much as your mother, Ralinor."
"I hope I will," Ralinor replied with a small smile.
"Lady Quill'yate," a soldier spoke as he approached. "The Ill'haress if waiting for you to spar with her."
Quill'yate sighed before turning back to the children.
"I have to go and get my butt kicked by you mother. You take care of yourself, my niece."
"Bye, bye," Ariel said. Just you wait, Aunt! I will make you and my mother proud!
"Goodbye, Quill'yate. It was fun to travel with you and the Highland Raiders," Ralinor said with a small wave of goodbye.
"Novaer, Ralinor," Quill'yate replied as she departed. Soon, Kel'noz arrived with Ariel's bag, having retrieved it from Mel'arnach.
"Are you ready to go to a place full of books, Ariel?" Kel'noz asked.
"Yes!" Ariel exclaimed.
To the side, Altariel chuckled at Ariel's enthusiasm before she turned towards the main gate.
"Well then, let us set out for... oh, dear..."
"What is it?" Kel'noz asked as he followed Altariel's gaze towards the main gate. "This... could be bad."
Ralinor tilted his head, confused at what got his mother's attention. He too looked at the main gate to see a group of Sarghress soldiers rushing to the gate. Craning his neck, Ralinor could see that another group of Drow were approaching the Sarghress fortress. They carried a banner that was dark green in color, upon which were eight stars arranged in a circle with a ninth star in the center.
"It's the Sharens, the royal clan. Wait here," Altariel ordered before she hurried towards the gate. She had a pretty good idea why the Sharens would some of their clan members to their hated rival's fortress.
The Sharen envoy rode on their signature dragon mounts. These weren't true dragons, as they did not have wings. They were basically large, wingless lizards that were more closely related to a Wyvern than a dragon.
"Halt, Sharens! What business do you have where you are not welcomed?" Koil'Dorath demanded as she stood at the head of her troops blocking the entrance to the fortress.
"Our business doesn't concern you Sarghress ruffians. It just so happens that the one we seek is in your fortress," replied one of the Sharens, whose name was Yami'ni, daughter of Zala'ess Vel'Sharen and granddaughter of the Empress.
"We are looking for Altariel Undomiel Lavellan. We bring a message for her," spoke up Saph'ala Vel'Sharen, who was an older sister to Yami'ni and the more patient of the two.
"So, kindly get out of our way, Sarghress," Yami'ni demanded. Koil'Dorath simply slammed her greatsword into the ground, making her intention of staying put clear.
"You have no authority here, Sharen."
"You would dare disobey royal orders, Sarghress?" Yami'ni growled as her hand inched towards her weapon. Saph'ala reached over to stop her sister.
"Not here, not now, sister," Saph'ala firmly ordered. Yami'ni huffed as she relaxed her hand.
"There is no need for any hostilities. If you are looking for me, then I am right here," Altariel spoke as she stepped forward. "Greetings Saph'ala, how is your son?"
"Greetings, Altariel. Sota is now a full-fledged Dragon Knight. He brings honor to our family and bloodline. It is good to see one of the Dalish in our city again, although I must question your choice of company," Saph'ala greeted in returned.
"I am grateful for the hospitality that Clan Sarghress grants to me," Altariel smoothly replied. "Were you sent her on behalf of Empress Diva'ratrika? Is she summoning me to the Vel'Sharen Fortress?"
"I'm afraid that my grandmother still resides in seclusion and rarely meets with anyone. I myself have not seen her for many years," Saph'ala explained before she dismounted and presented a scroll to Altariel. "Yami'ni and I were sent by our mother, Zala'ess, to formerly greet you and present this invitation for you to visit the Vel'Sharen Fortress whenever your time permits it."
"I am honored by Zala'ess' offer, but I hope you understand that I cannot visit the Sharen fortress at this time as I am taking my son to Orthorbbae. I promise that I will make a visit when possible," Altariel assured.
"We completely understand and will wait patiently for that day," Saph'ala replied while her sister huffed. Saph'ala then glanced around and spotted Ralinor. She observed him with a calculating look before turning back to Altariel. "Boe i 'waen, Altariel. Na lû e-govaned vîn."
Saph'ala mounted her dragon before she and her clan members turned to leave. After a few moments, Altariel let out a sigh of relief, glad that there was no bloodshed between the Sharens and the Sarghress.
"I barely return to Chel'el'Sussoloth and already I'm being dragged into its politics," Altariel muttered to herself.
"Is everything alright, mother?" Ralinor ask as Altariel rejoined the group.
"Yes, da'len. Everything is alright for now," Altariel assured her son. "Let us depart for Orthorbbae."
Elsewhere in the Sarghress fortress, Quill'yate had finished her spar with Quain'tana and speaking with her in the throne room.
"That concludes my report concerning surface operations, my Ill'haress," Quill'yate finished speaking to Quain'tana.
"Thank you for your report, my friend. You may return to your duties," Quain'tana replied. Quill'yate bowed but did not leave the room.
"There is something else I would like to discuss, Ill'haress."
"And what is that?"
"I wish to discuss the Blight that is occurring in Ferelden," Quill'yate revealed.
"You've been talking with Altariel, I see," Quain'tana stated. "I already gave her my reasons for not sending aid against this Blight."
"With all due respect, Ill'haress, I believe you should reconsider," Quill'yate urged.
"And why should I do that?" Quain'tana demanded. Quill'yate stared at Quain'tana for a moment before taking a few steps forward until she was directly in front of Quain'tana.
"For countless years now, you and I have fought by each other's side as comrades and friends. We are sisters in all but blood. I have always followed you and never doubted my decision to do so. From the beginning, when new routes that lead to the uncharted regions on the surface were discovered, we have adventured alongside each other," Quill'yate explained before her face turned serious. "You and I both know that Altariel does not exaggerate or lie about these sort of manners. If she says the Blight can be a threat to us, then I believe her."
"As I already told Altariel, I cannot risk weakening our position. The Sharens may attempt something if I do."
"Then let me take a token force," Quill'yate argued. "We could gain some valuable information for the future. We could learn more about the tactics and strategies used by the surface dwellers and the Blight. Please, Quain'tana. I'm asking as both your vassal... and your friend."
Quain'tana stared into space for a long time as she thought over her old friend's request. Finally, she let out a sigh.
"Very well. Take one hundred soldiers with you to Ferelden. Don't even think about getting yourself killed on the surface either. I need you for the inevitable fight against the Sharens."
"Thank you, Ill'haress," Quill'yate smiled as she bowed.
On the road from the Sarghress Fortress
"I'm not sure if I completely understand the Elven Pantheons," Ariel was saying in curiosity. "Could you explain it a little, Ralinor?"
"Sure thing," Ralinor began to explain. "There are two pantheons that the Elves believe in: the Creators and the Valar. Although some refer to both as gods, that is a bit of a misnomer. They are primordial spirits called the Ainur, which means 'Holy Ones'. The Valar are the High Pantheon, were originally fifteen in number before Melkor betrayed them. The Valar are the highest ranked spirits after Eru Iluvatar himself.
"Meanwhile, the Creators, or Maiar, are the Lower Pantheon. They are of the Ainur as well, but are lower in rank and power than the Valar. It is said that the Maiar sometimes take on mortal forms in order to guide the mortal races.
"Finally, there is Eru Iluvatar, the supreme deity and single creator. He created the Ainur and would later create the Elves. That is why we are often referred to as the Children of Iluvatar."
Altariel nodded with approval at Ralinor's explanation.
"Some theorize that the spirits in the Fade are lower ranked Ainur. Demons could be considered Ainur as well, only dark and evil."
Ariel nodded before a thought occurred to her.
"What about Sharess? A lot of Drow worship her as a goddess, so where does she fit in?"
"It varies from sect to sect," Altariel explained. "Some believe she became one of the Maiar, most of the different sect seem to support that Sharess was accepted as one of the Valar to replace Morgoth, while still more of the most fanatical and devoted believe that Sharess became the equal to Eru Iluvatar himself."
"Which do you believe in, lady Altariel?"
"I know for certain that Sharess could not become the equal to Eru. As for the ideas that she may have become a Valar or Maiar... I do not know. Unless I went to the Undying Shores, I could not know," Altariel answered.
As their group travelled on, they emerged into another cavern where they saw a small pool of water with several Drow attending to their task around it.
"What are those pools of water?" Ariel asked in curiosity.
"Those are cultural pools used to raise fish and algae for food," Kel'noz answered.
"I thought the Drow got their food from the surface?" Ralinor remarked.
"Most of the Drow Empire's food supplies does come from farms and such on the surface, but these cultural pools are a secondary source and emergency food supplies," Altariel explained. "Two hundred years before the Drow-Orlesian war occurred, the Drow discovered new passages that lead to the surface and emerged into the Uncharted Territories. The Drow quickly began to explore and conquer the regions and were able to make farms and such on the surface. With this new food source, the Drow population expanded into much larger numbers. Chel'el'Sussoloth and other caverns and underground cities began to become crowded over the next two centuries until the Drow decided to return to Thedas. Colonies were founded on the surface to try and elevate the rising drow population, but Chel is still very crowded and land is both scarce and expensive. Claiming the southern end of the Dales only seemed to add onto that."
After passing the cultural pools, they went through a tunnel that emerged into another cavern. What was waiting in the cavern shocked the two children.
"Whoa!" Ariel exclaimed.
"What is that, mother?" Ralinor asked with amazement. In the distance, they could see what appeared to look like a small city in the caverns with a large blue dome over it that seemed to glow. "Does that place have some sort of magical barrier over it?"
"No, Ralinor. That is the home of Clan Sullisin'rune, one of the Nine Great Clans and a close ally to the Sarghress. The large dome that covers the fortress is made from a blue colored crystal, an amazing achievement from the time when Chel'el'Sussoloth was first founded ages ago," Altariel explained.
"Made from crystal?" Ralinor asked in wonder.
"Yes. It is perhaps one of the few structures that resembles the architect from the days of Arlathan. The ancient elven capital was said to have spiraling towers of crystal and floating palaces among the clouds," Altariel remarked with a wistful tone in her voice.
"As Altariel mention, Clan Sullisin'rune is staunch ally of the Sarghress. So, I expect you to uphold our clan's reputation should you meet them, Ariel," Kel'noz spoke up to Ariel.
"I'll try, big brother," Ariel nodded.
GRRRR...
They all looked up to see a sentry on patrol from Clan Sullisin'rune. The sentry was riding on a...
"Big kitty!" Ariel exclaimed in excitement.
"A blue-colored tiger?" Ralinor sweat-dropped. The sentry looked down at them form a ledge before he directed his mount to continue his patrol.
The party continued on into the main cavern, from where they were able to look across the massive city. In the center of the city, a great pillar rose up into the ceiling.
"What's that building against the big pillar?" Ariel wondered.
"That is the Sharen Fortress, where the imperial family resides," Kel'noz answered with a grimace. "Empress Diva'ratrika has supposedly secluded herself at the top of the fortress and it is now almost impossible to get an audience with her. Because of this, her daughters have begun a covert power struggle with the goal to become the next Empress, a power struggle that has dragged the other great clans into getting involved."
The group then crossed over a bridge. Ralinor went over to the edge and shivered after looking down.
"This is the Rift, a series of great cracks in the earth that divides Chel into several sections. The lava within the Rift provides heat to the city as well," Altariel explained.
"Be careful when crossing over the Rift. The wind can suddenly change and it's a long way to fall," Kel'noz warned.
Ralinor looked farther along the Rift and was surprise to see some sort of fortress that was actually positioned over the Rift. The fortress was a strange misshapen looking place, with a large red colored snake twirling around the building.
"That is the home of Clan Vloz'ress, Ralinor," Altariel explained as she followed her son's gaze. "The Vloz'ress is probably the youngest of the great clans, having been formed from Tainted outcast. Their Ill'haress, Ven'ndia, brought them together to make a place for them live." A smile formed on Altariel's face as she remembered another of her friends. "Ven'ndia is a very kind-hearted, motherly woman. She has committed herself to study Nether Arts to try to reduce the threat it poses to the Drow society and find a cure for the Taint. She is another dear friend of mine."
To the side, a pained look appeared on Kel'noz's face.
"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, Altariel... but Ven'ndia is dead."
Altariel jerked around with shock on her face.
"W-what? But how? When?"
"I think it was around eight years ago, I'm not sure exactly when. Her replacement as Ill'haress is believed to have something to do with Ven'ndia's death," Kel'noz explained.
"Who is the new Ill'haress of the Vloz'ress?" Altariel demanded.
"Ven'ndia's adopted daughter, Kharla'ggen, is the new and youngest to be Ill'haress. She possesses a very strange, but extremely deadly power to turn people into life-sized, doll-like golems. However, she is really just a figurehead. The real power behind the Ill'haress is Sene'kha."
"Sene'kha..." Altariel muttered. Ralinor looked over at his mother with surprise. He had never heard such hatred in his mother's voice before. "I remember her and her opinions concerning Nether arts. She talks about abolishing the clan system for new ideas when in truth she just wants to rule over the Drow."
Altariel glanced over at the Vloz'ress fortress with a venomous glare.
Perhaps I need to pay a visit to the Vloz'ress, she thought.
"Mother? Are you alright?" Ralinor hesitantly asked. Altariel gave him a sad smile.
"I will be, little one. I just need a little time."
Eventually, they finally came to the entrance to the cavern that held Orthorbbae. Both Ralinor and Ariel were once again amazed at the sight.
"Welcome to Orthorbbae, the first settlement that was built when the Drow retreated below ground. It is the oldest structure in Chel."
Orthorbbae had three sections that made up the school. In the center was a large dome. A crescent shaped building circled the front of the dome, while nine towers circle the rear end of the dome. The Crescent section was the female ward, while the towers served as the male ward.
"This is where we must separate for a bit, Kel'noz," Altariel announced. "Ralinor and I have to meet with the Headmistress and then join you and Ariel at tower Davya."
"Of course. We will see you there," Kel'noz nodded.
"See you soon, Ariel," Ralinor spoke while Ariel gave a small wave good-bye.
As he and his mother headed towards the Crescent, Ralinor noticed that another building that was built into the cavern wall not far from Orthorbbae. The building had a vertical shaped eye above its gate.
"What is that building, mother?"
"It is the school of Clan Kyorl'solenurn, another one of the nine great clans," Altariel answered. "Unlike the other great clans, the Kyorls have their own separate school for its clan members. You can see some of them heading towards the building."
"They look... a little different."
"The Kyorls are the last major drowussu clan. There are two subraces of drow, three if you count the Tainted. Drowolath are the first and most common subrace and have the well-known ebony skin and white hair, although many change their hair color. Drowussu have a light grey colored shin, more closely to their dark elf ancestors. Their light grey skin make them easy to distinguish from their darker skinned cousins," Altariel explained to her son. "The Kyorls, as they are commonly nicknamed, are a deeply religious clan and strongly believe in Sharess' rise to being a goddess. The Kyorls could be compared to the Chantry and Templar Order on the surface."
Ralinor did noticed that the Kyorls seemed very different from the other drow he had seen so far. Most drow wore darker themed clothing and armor while the Kyorls wore mostly white and light colored clothing and armor.
"The Kyorls are some of the most faithful to the idea of worshiping Sharess, as well as being fanatically devoted to removing all traces of the Taint from the Drow," Altariel added with a frown.
"Isn't that a good thing, mother?"
"Remember when I said that a cure for the Taint has not been found, Ralinor?"
"Uh... yes, but then how do the Kyorls remove the Taint?" Ralinor asked with confusion.
"The Kyorls 'purge' those who are Tainted, Ralinor."
Ralinor stared at his mother in confusion before realization hit him.
"You mean... they kill them?"
"The Kyorls hate the Taint and Nether arts with a religious fanaticism. They will kill any Tainted drow found on their lands without hesitation. If one of their own becomes Tainted, they are expected to accept death on the spot so that they do not threaten any of their brethren," Altariel explained with a weary sigh. "Clan Kyorl'solenurn indoctrinates those beliefs into their young within their school. On one hand, their beliefs are well founded, as the threat posed to the drow by the Taint is a genuine one. One the other hand, they do not care whether a drow was not tainted by choice and could be considered an innocent shows that their methods are rather extreme."
"Why don't they try to find a cure for the Taint instead, mother?" Ralinor asked.
"They did try, as did many others. But, when all attempts failed, they resorted to the easiest methods," Altariel answered.
"What if a cure was found, mother?" Ralinor asked after a moment of silence.
"If a cure was found, then I believe that the vast majority of the problems that the drow face would be solved," Altariel answered. "If only a cure was found..."
I will find a cure someday, Ralinor silently vowed to himself. If I can't find a cure myself, then I'll search out those who can help make a cure. Then the drow wouldn't have to fear the Taint and the Kyorls wouldn't have to kill those who are Tainted.
Ralinor glanced back toward the Kyorl'solenurn who were heading for their school. Among them, he spotted a pretty drowussu with long golden yellow hair about his age. Suddenly, the girl froze in place. After a moment of looking like a statue, her head jerked around and her golden eyes landed directly on Ralinor's electrical blue eyes, despite the fact that there had to be several hundred yards between them.
Ralinor blinked in surprise before hesitantly raising a hand to wave hello. The drowussu girl stared back for another second before turning and continuing along with her clansmen. Ralinor was confused at what just happened and just shrugged before following after his mother.
However, after he turned away, the girl, whose name was Chirinide, turned and looked at him again.
Goddess Sharess... what did your vision mean? Chirinide silently wondered.
She saw a young elf with hair of snow and eyes of lightning... then, the vision changed and the elf was a full grown man. He raised his left hand, which glowed with emerald light. Upon his hand, he wore a ring that echoed with untold power. Then, the air behind him split opened and a flaming lidless eye appeared behind the elf, seeking to consume him.
What does your vision mean, Goddess? Who was that young elf? What importance does he hold for the future? Chirinide thought in confusion. Her visions always seemed to create more questions rather than solve them. She would have to speak with her clan's Ill'haress about her vision. Maybe then, she would receive the answers she sought.
The Sharen fortress
"We have returned from our task, mother," Saph'ala spoke to the figure by the window.
"Damned Sarghress, wish we could just wipe them out right now," Yami'ni muttered next to her sister. "Even just one Nether Gate in the middle of their fortress..."
"Would be pointless, sister," came the mocking voice of Phani'lath, their brother. "I doubt you could even get close."
"Why, I ought to..."
"That's enough, my children. What matters is that our invitation was sent to our Dalish friends," Spoke up the siblings' mother, who turned to face them.
Zala'ess Vel'Sharen, the youngest daughter of Empress Diva'ratrika, was an elegantly dressed and gorgeous woman. Her wavy hair was deep blue in the roots and ends, with white in the middle. A crown with five red pointed gems rested on her head and she had Tainted eyes to match. She was the youngest daughter of the Empress, but the most ambitious.
"I don't get it, mother. Why try to make friends with the Dalish? Altariel never really liked us too much to begin with," Phani'lath asked.
"I agree with my brother. We shouldn't waste time with the elves when we should focus on dealing the Sarghress and our rivals in claiming the throne," Yami'ni added.
"Making friend with the Dalish does help our goals, sister," Saph'ala spoke up. "It may not make much difference in our mother becoming empress, but it does help our standing and support for future plans."
"You sister is correct," Zala'ess spoke up. "The decision on who the next empress will be decided by the Drow, but I do not wish to take the risk of the Sarghress making some sort of alliance with the Dalish. Also, this is part of our long-term plans to reclaim our homeland after we deal with the Sarghress and secure Chel'el'Sussoloth's stability and unity under the imperial family."
"When we fought against the Orlesians, we only were forced to a truce because Orlais received help from the Chantry and their Exalted March," Saph'ala explained to her siblings. "We need our own allies when the day comes to conquer Orlais and reclaim our ancestral lands. The elves would be perfect, thanks to their desire to reclaim the Dales as their home. The Dalish are regaining strength while those foolish Shemlens ignore them and will soon be a force that cannot be ignored. Empress Diva'ratrika knew this, which is why the Drow-Dalish agreement was created. I wish I knew more about what the agreement detailed other than the basic agreements..."
"The empress did not share the full details of the agreement with myself or my sisters. Perhaps I should see if I can look into the agreement some more..." Zala'ess contemplated before shaking her head. "We will worry about the surface world later, what matters now is securing Chel for our bloodline and increasing relations with Altariel since she is here. Which reminds me, did you happen to see her son?"
"I caught a glimpse, but I didn't see anything too remarkable to stand out," Saph'ala answered.
"Hmmm, regardless, Altariel's son could be the key to expanding our influence with the Dalish," Zala'ess smirked. "Your younger sister, Chrys'tel, is about the same age at this elf boy. Perhaps she'll meet him. I also manage to pull some strings and have your younger brother in the same tower as Altariel's son. Perhaps Nau'kheol can become friends with this elf boy."
"I don't know, our little brother does have a bit of a temper." Phani'lath remarked.
"Mother," Saph'ala started to ask. "Since Chrys'tel is about the same age as Altariel's son there is the possibility of perhaps her and the elf..."
"The thought of an arranged marriage has occurred to me," Zala'ess cut off her daughter. "But it is simply not an option at this time. Our people's relationship with the elves is too shaky to consider that idea. Still, it is something to keep in mind."
"Little sis Chrys'tel marrying an elf? The Vals of the different clans might consider that to be a joke," Phani'lath chuckled.
"For now, let's just focus on making friends. Let us show the Dalish that is would be better to aligned themselves with the royal family rather than the Sarghress," Zala'ess said with finality as she walked back to her window to look out over the city.
The old glories of Elvhenan are over, and the Drow Empire must rise in its place. We will deal with the instability of the city, restore the Great Clan as servants under the imperial family, and wipe out those annoying Sarghress, Zala'ess thought to herself with confidence. A new empress will be needed soon. My sisters and their bloodlines are unsuited for the tasks. Snadhya'rune has no true born children to carry the family name, only adopted children without any Sharen blood. Sarv'swati is our best military leader, but is rash and foolish along with her bloodline. Sil'lice has been marked as a traitor and can never become empress. Nishi'kanta and her bloodline keep to themselves and can be dismissed.
Zala'ess smile widened as she watched her clan members go about their tasks far below the tower.
I, and I alone, can become empress. My bloodline is that largest in our clan, I am the most political savvy, and I have true visions for our clan's future. I swear that it will be my bloodline that will continue the royal line as empresses.
Crescent of Orthorbbae
Chrys'tel Vel'Sharen glanced through the main hall of the Crescent. It was crowded with Val girls as they met up with friends and allies before the new semester would start.
Chrys'tel wore a red and dark green dress with the Sharen clan symbol on the front. She had long white hair with a circlet that showed her status as a Sharen. She was the youngest daughter of Zala'ess and was headstrong and took pride in being part of the royal family
"Do you know who your new roommate is yet?" asked Shinae Vel'Sharen, Chrys'tel's Protector Twin and sister.
There was a tradition among the Sharen Clan that Vel born girls would have a 'Protector Twin', which came from a story concerning a member of their clan. In Chrys'tel's case, Shinae was assigned to be protector twin. Shinae was to be Chrys'tel's shield, obey her words, and follow her lead. Although they weren't related by blood, Chrys'tel still considered Shinae to be her real twin sister.
"My new roommate is Faen," Chrys'tel answered. It was mandatory for students to change roommates every so often in Orthorbbae.
"That weak Sullisin'rune? Well, I guess that's better than the Vloz'ress that Naal will have to deal with," Shinae huffed. She was a very stubborn and proud girl, and she took pride in the fact that she was made a Vel'Sharen and firmly believed in their superiority over the other clans.
"Ahh, that's such a mean thing to say!" spoke up a voice behind them.
They turned to see an odd looking drow girl. She had bright orange hair and had clothes that were yellow and orange to match. Like Chrys'tel and Shinae, she had red tainted eyes. Two red fang-shaped tattoos pointed down from her eyes on her face. To complete her image, she had a large cheshire grin. He name was Kiel'ndia Vel'Vloz'ress, often referred to as Kiel.
"Seems that most of us are here," came the dull tone of Naal'suul Val'Beldrobbaen, or Naal as she was called. She wore either dark purple or black clothing and had dark black hair to match, as was common for the Beldrobbaen clan. Naal was usually quiet, calm, and more logical thinking than her friends.
"Glad to see that we're here for another year!" came the cheerful voice of Kyo'nne Val'Illhar'dro, referred to as Kyo. She was an eccentric and upbeat person, often acting as the mediator of the group. Her hair was stylized into two pigtails with teal colored ends.
"Where is Faen at?" Kyo asked as she glanced around.
"In our room, last I checked," Chrys'tel answered. She then leaned next to Naal and whispered, "Will you be able to deal with Kiel?"
"I can manage... I think... I hope," Naal replied.
"Alright-urk!" Chrys'tel started to reply before Kiel suddenly used her and Naal's shoulders as a boost to look over the crowd.
"Helloooo cutie!" Kiel exclaimed as she spotted someone in the crowd.
"Get off, Kiel!" Chrys'tel demanded.
"Did you say cutie? Took a sudden interest in one of the girls here, Kiel?" Kyo asked in curiosity.
"Nope! I'm talking about the cute elf over there," Kiel answered before looking at you. "You guys probably know what I'm talking about, right?"
Chrys'tel rolled her eyes at Kiel talking to space again. It was a common habit of hers. Chrys'tel then turned to see what Kiel had really spotted.
"Don't be weirder than usual, Kiel. There aren't any elves in the... Crescent..." Chrys'tel started to say before she blinked in surprise at seeing that Kiel was telling the truth. An elven woman was walking through the crowd with an elven boy following her. Lots of drow girls stopped what they were doing and were staring in confusion at the sight.
"What are elves doing here? Slaves aren't allowed in the school," Shinae remarked.
"They are not slaves, they're Dalish," Naal stated.
"How do you know?"
"The woman has Dalish tattoos on her face," Naal answered as if it were obvious.
"Ooooh, I think she's very pretty and graceful," Kyo admired. "I love her outfit too. Do you think she makes her own cloths?"
Chrys'tel did have to admit that the elven woman was rather beautiful. She then observed the elf boy who seemed a little nervous at all the attention he and his mother were receiving.
"Who cares?" Shinae said dismissively. "Dalish or slaves, they shouldn't be here in the school. See? One of the teachers is moving to get rid of them."
A teacher was indeed approaching the elves. Chrys'tel strained to listen to what was being said.
"You are Lady Altariel, I'm assuming?" the teacher said. "The headmistress is expecting you and I have been asked to escort you to her."
"I am indeed Altariel. Thank you for taking the time to guide me and my son. Please lead the way. Come along, Ralinor."
Shinae was dumbfounded at seeing the instructor lead the elves off somewhere.
"Huh? What's going on?"
"I don't know, but I wish to find out," Chrys'tel replied.
"I totally agree, Chrys'tel," Kiel said with a surprisingly serious voice before she smirked again. "I want to know who the cute elf boy is, just like you."
"That's not what I meant, Kiel!" Chrys'tel denied.
"But you think he's cute, just like I do. I wonder if he's a prince," Kiel wondered out loud.
"He's a lowly Dalish elf!" Shinae declared. "They do not even possess a kingdom of their own anymore. My sister and I are Sharens and there is no reason to associate ourselves with them. Right, Chrys'tel?"
Chrys'tel did not answer and just stared after where the Dalish went.
"Why are there elves here?"
Ralinor and his mother continued through the building until they finally reached their destination. Their guide gestured for them to enter the room where yet another gorgeous Drow woman sat in a large chair waiting for them.
Why are so many drow girls and woman so pretty and beautiful? Ralinor thought.
Snadhya'rune Vel'Sharen was the empress' oldest daughter. She had long dark violet hair and, like most Sharens, had a crown with several pointed gems on it. She wore luxurious robes that must have cost a fortune. She was indeed beautiful, but as her red Tainted eyes centered on them, Ralinor couldn't help but shiver a bit. Something about the woman was... off. He felt like she was hiding something.
"Ah, Altariel. Welcome back to Orthorbbae," Snadhya'rune greeted.
Altariel kept her face straight, but felt a surge of resentment rise up in her.
"Greetings, Headmistress Snadhya'rune."
"Oh, come now. What a distressing look you have in your eyes. Don't tell me that you still resent me after all these years?" Snadhya'rune asked, feigning distress.
"You convinced your mother to ignore my warnings about the Nidraa'chal," Altariel accused.
"Oh, Altariel, could you really blame me? A small group of Nether summoners was hardly a matter to bother the empress with."
"And thousands died as a result. But I'm not here to argue with you about the past. I am here so that my son can study here in Orthorbbae."
"Ah, yes. You brought a... boy... here to my school," Snadhya'rune said with a hint of distain in her voice. Ralinor got annoyed with the way she said boy. "I was informed that you have a daughter. Why did you not bring her instead? Surely she would have a better choice to bring to Orthorbbae."
"My daughter, Idriel, does not possess the ability to use magic."
"Really? That's surprising. I would have thought that someone with your talent in magic would have nothing but children with the same gifts," Snadhya'rune remarked with a raised eye.
"Ralinor has proven to be quite capable in learning and commanding his power. I foresee that he will one day be stronger than I am."
"A bold claim, consider your own abilities. Very well, I suppose you want him sent to Tower Davya?"
"Yes, and I want him to have all the rights that I had when I schooled here," Altariel insisted.
"You mean be allowed to enter all three sections of the school? I'm not sure I can agree to that. You were a special case, Altariel. It could cause some controversy if I allow a boy to enter the Crescent," Snadhya'rune refuted.
"It would look bad on you, the school, and your clan if you deny my son the rights granted to him in accordance to the Drow-Dalish Agreement," Altariel pointed out. "I propose a compromise: Ralinor will not enter the Crescent unless I accompany him. Is that acceptable?"
Snadhya'rune raised a wine glass and swirled the liquid in it before taking a long drink. After finishing her sip, she gave a satisfied sigh.
"Very well, I accept. However, I will not be held responsible for anything that might happen to him."
"Understood. Come, Ralinor," Altariel replied before turning and guiding Ralinor out of the room. Ralinor was glad to leave, he felt unease around the headmistress. Something just felt wrong while they were speaking to her.
Snadhya'rune continued to stare at her wine glass. On the floor behind her, a dark shape began to take form and rise up. The figure had two sets of red slits for eyes before one set disappeared as the figure became a woman that closely resembled Snadhya'rune. She was Kharless, a demon that had possessed Snadhya'rune's protector twin.
Originally, Kharless was a close sister to Snadhya'rune before a rarer intelligent Nether Demon possessed her and destroyed her mind. After this, the Nether Demon took on her form and place by Snadhya'rune's side. Snadhya'rune was fully aware of this and accepted the Nether Demon as her protector twin.
"Do you want me to keep an eye on them?" Kharless asked her sister.
"Hmmm... no," Snadhya'rune decided. "As stealthy as you are, Altariel would eventually notice your presence. I don't want to give her a reason to start poking her nose where it doesn't belong, so leave her alone for now. We have worked too long on our goals for her to interfere. Should she prove to be a nuisance, then we shall deal with her."
Orzammar
Theron gazed in awe at the dwarven statues and architecture. He had been told stories about how the dwarves were masters of building structures of any sort. He couldn't help but be impressed.
"So this is Orzammar. Impressive," Alistair commented as he looked around.
"Thank you for stating the obvious," Morrigan remarked.
"Hey! I'm just saying."
"It is an impressive sight," the Qunari, Sten, agreed as he glanced around. "These walls and pillars are well built."
"Ohhh, can't say I'm too comfortable underground," Zevran, an elvish assassin, disagreed.
"I think that it is a wonderful chance to witness the great dwarven city," Leliana said in excitement.
"I wonder if I'll be able to find something about my past here?" Shale, the golem, mused out loud.
Theron saw a familiar figure in white robes approaching them and raised a hand in greeting.
"Gandalf! Good to see you here."
"Gi suilon, Theron," Gandalf greeted in return. "I have not seen you since we helped the mages, how have you been?"
"We managed to heal Arl Eamon by finding the ashes of Andraste. Redcliffe, the Dalish, and the Mages are on our side. The dwarves are the only ones left to meet with," Theron answered.
"That is good to hear. Unfortunately, there is some turmoil in Orzammar, as the dwarves are in need of a new king. The old one has passed away," Gandalf revealed with a sigh.
"The gate guards mentioned something like that. Do you know how long until they choose a new king?" Theron asked.
"Sadly, it could be some time before a decision is made," Gandalf said as he indicated for Theron and his companions to follow him. "There are three contenders. I will introduce you to one of them now."
They came to a group of thirteen dwarves bunched together at the top of some steps. An elderly dwarf with a long white beard was speaking with another regal looking dwarf. As Theron and his companions approach, the regal dwarf turned towards them with a stern look.
"Theron, allow me to introduce to you, Thorin Oakenshield," Gandalf indicated.
"So... this is the Grey Warden you spoke to me about, Gandalf," Thorin stated as he took a few steps forward. He frowned as he observed Theron. "I see you are an elf."
"Is that a problem, Oakenshield?" Theron asked with a raised eye.
"Long ago, your people insulted mine when they still ruled over the Dales," Thorin answered. "And Dwarves are slow to forget."
"Banal'ras Mi'durgen was still in control during those times and did neither elves, nor dwarves, any services," Theron retorted. "And if my history lessons are correct, your people did nothing while mine were being slaughtered by Tevinter, ages ago."
"A fair point. Regardless, you are a Grey Warden and Grey Wardens are welcomed by the dwarves. I suppose I can overlook your heritage, Theron Mahariel," Thorin slowly admitted before indicated Theron to follow him into Orzammar. "As for what happened ages ago, my family, the line of Durin, used to rule as hereditary kings. That changed around the time that Elvhenan fell and the position as king of the dwarves became an elected position. The current kings decided to not get involved in the war and, later, start to make agreements with the Tevinter Imperium."
"And now you are trying to become king like your ancestors," Theron summed up.
"I seek the benefit of my people and the Grey Wardens may be the answer to that," Thorin replied.
"Why is it that your family no longer rules as heredity kings?" Leliana spoke up.
"We... lost something of great importance to my people," Thorin answered, offering no more in explanation.
"Who are the other contenders for the throne?" Theron asked.
"Lord Harrowmont and Prince Bhelen. Harrowmont is a traditionalist who wished for the dwarves to stay true to the caste system and reduce outside influence. Prince Bhelen is the opposite. He seeks to change Orzammar and open it gates to the surface," Thorin explained. "Harrowmont is a good dwarf and I respect his wish to remain to tradition. But, that tradition is slowly tearing Orzammar apart."
"How so?" Alistair piped up. The dwarf with the long white beard, named Balin, answered Alistair's question.
"Mostly because of the Caste system, laddie. You see, the caste is very strict. If your father is apart of the warrior or a smith caste, that you are apart of that caste as well. It's very difficult to change your caste, almost impossible. To make matters worse, it's rather easy to be striped of your caste and become one of the Casteless. The Casteless are starting to reach overwhelming numbers and Harrowmont's traditional ideals won't solve the problem."
"What about prince Bhelen?"
"The son of the former king, who I agree with on some of his ideals," Thorin answered. "However, there are rumors that he was involved with the death of his older brother and framed another for it. He is hungry for power."
"What about you, Oakenshield?" Theron questioned.
"I respect some of the ancient traditions, but I know that some of them have to be changed. I will see that some traditions are remembered, but I wish to change the Caste system to be more open minded," Thorin replied before he turned and faced Theron directly. "Did Gandalf tell you, Grey Warden, that if the casteless were allowed to join the warrior's caste, the dwarf's potential military strength would double?"
Theron blinked in shock.
"I did not know that."
"The casteless would not have to be mere thieves and beggars. They could have their lives changed for the better. The dwarves can help you defeat this Blight, and afterwards, reclaim some of the lost Taigs and grow again," Thorin revealed. "If you help me, Grey Warden, then I give you my word that the dwarves will aid you... and Durin's Folk don't back down from a challenge, especially dammed darkspawn, who threaten our home every day."
Theron could not help but feel some respect for this Oakenshield. Although he would see for himself if Thorin's word about Harrowmont and Bhelen were true, Theron suspected that he had already decided who to support.
Chapter End
Author's note: I intended to write more for this chapter, but decided to finish it here as I'm about to leave for collage.
Elven Language: There are three main elven languages used during the Dragon Age. Dalish, Sindarin, and Quenya. Dalish is the most common used by elves, although most know Sindarin. Most Drow know how speak Sindarin and some are fairly knowledgeable of Dalish. Quenya is the oldest and is only commonly spoken by a handful of Dalish Elves and the Drow Ill'haress.
Novaer (Sindarin): Farewell. Literally, be good.
Boe i 'waen, Altariel. Na lû e-govaned vîn. (Sindarin): I must go, Altariel. Until next we meet.
Gi suilon (Sindarin): I greet you!
Banal'ras Mi'durgen (Dalish): Shadow Diamond.
Q&A
Questioner: The number of Blights that have occurred are the same as in the regular timeline. The history of Tevinter, Dwarves, Qunari and other nations is largely the same as in canon, with a small handful of differences.
JohnnyBoy: I understand that the presence of the Drow would cause huge changes to the timelines. I hope this chapter explained some things that you have brought up. More will be revealed as the story progresses.
I'm sorry if I gave people the wrong idea that the war between the Drow and Orlais was completely one-sided, it was mostly just the shock that the Orlais could be threatened so easily. The war was fought almost completely in the Dales, which is only about one third of Orlais.
The Qunari always seem to be a lingering threat, but I doubt would get involved anytime soon as they seem to be constantly at war with Tevinter. Also, there aren't any Qunari slaves owned by the Drow, because there is very little interaction between them. More will be revealed about that later on.
To answer some of your questions about Tevinter, after Sauron lost the ring and was unmade, his servants disappeared with him. The rulers of Tevinter did become the Ringwraths, but they are not the mages who assaulted the Golden City, those mages came after.
DT fan: Thank you so much for your review, DT fan! I did use some of the ideas and suggestions you gave to hopefully make a more believable timeline for the Drow and their empire's strength. I didn't use exactly what you suggested, but I hope what I did helps.
The dwarves aren't given a whole answer as to why they didn't help, but it was inspired partly by LOTR. In LOTR, Sauron attacked the elves and would have destroyed them, but the elves were rescued by the Numenoreans. The dwarves did almost nothing during this time to help, but I haven't found any explanation as to why.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I look forward to the next one! See you then!