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"Have you found him yet?" Cassandra asked, placing her hands on the war table.
Cullen Rutherford, Commander of the Inquisition, shook his head. "Not yet. He covers his tracks well. Almost too well."
"Indeed. Even my scouts can't track him down." There was a hint of frustration in Leliana's voice but also admiration.
It had been two weeks since the Breach was stabilized, stopping it from shooting out comets of demons all over the valley. They had a human mage to thank him for it, but three days after it closed-when the man woke up-he vanished the next second. They had to lie to the people that theHerald of Andraste was out on a holy mission, and that they are to try and catch up if they can.
The lie only proved more true when they heard stories that the Herald was seen closing one rift after another.
He even placed orders on some Inquisition soldiers to do some tasks, helping the people in the crossroads for all the problems from building watch towers, getting the horses from Denet, to feeding the refugees, etc. This man was just everywhere and doing the maker's will without the Inquisition's help. And yet, the man was claiming that it's the Inquisition that will restore order to Thedas.
And they don't even know his name yet!
Cassandra let out a frustrated sigh. "Do we at least know who he is?"
Thankfully, Josephine has the answer. "In that part, yes. His name is Damien Trevelyan. He switched places with his brother, Maxwell Trevelyan, to attend the Conclave for him when he was too sick to travel. So he represented the Ostwick Circle. His family and his colleagues say he is a good man. Friendly and charming."
"Alright... so where did a sheltered circle mage like him knew how to fight like that?" Cullen asked this time.
Cassandra, Cullen, and Leliana all remembered the fight during the Breach. The man just had business on his mind and wanted to get things done, but being polite about it. Oddly polite. It was like he knew what he was doing as if the Maker really sent him to save them from their plight. The man fought like none they had ever seen as if the mage had been fighting demons all his life, swinging the arcane sword like a pro.
Josephine continued, "I've made inquiries on to who his instructor was on the ways of the Knight Enchanter, but his brother stated that Lord Damien Trevelyan only specialized in healing profession."
And now more mystery was added upon this Trevelyan.
Despite his good will efforts showing, they needed to get to him and get him in the Inquisition. They also can't let him claim everything he does is for the Inquisition's cause.
"Keep searching for him. I need to get to the Crossroads and speak to Mother Giselle." Cassandra said. They can't waste any more time searching for him. There was still political unrest that they needed to get wrapped up.
"I have new information about that... It's how my scouts were able to find a trace him, but then lost him the next," Leliana said, disgruntled at that fact. So close. She continued anyway, "It seems that the Herald had spoken to her. He wanted to leave us a message, specifically you Cassandra. That you can speak for him at Val Royeaux while he is on his holy mission."
"Speak for him?" Cassandra was... aghast. Who was this man?
"For his title as the Herald, saying that he knows you would use it well..." The Spymaster had to pause. This man was either crazy or he actually believes himself being sent by the Maker. "Mother Giselle had already sent us a letter of valuable names and information."
Cullen didn't like this anymore than they did, but the Mage was making progress. "There's nothing to do then but to follow along for now. What choice do we have?"
Nothing.
For now, they help those around. Cassandra will take Solas and Varric with her to speak to the Clergy Mothers in Val Royeaux, they'll help the refugees in the Crossroads, clear out bandits, stop the Mage and Templar warring, and continue to search for him.
Unknowingly, he was several steps ahead of them.
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Damien blasted a fireball at the dying mage, killing him instantly.
Well, that was the last of the offending and violent mages in the Hinterlands. This was it. He was done with everything he had to do in the Hinterlands, such as getting rid of the Templar threat. He even got rid of the bandits that were hired to keep people away and off the roads. The Mage and Templar war would end now, or at least, fall silent. The Inquisition can handle the rest. He needed to see Corypheus now and stop him.
Ending Corypheus is his first priority before ending Fen'harel.
He also needed to see Alexius before that Magister would go back in time and mess everything up. Time wasn't mess up yet until after Enchanter Fiona went to see him at Val Royeaux to address the Clergy Mothers. He will stop Alexius before that.
"There you are!"
Damien stopped for a moment and he turned around to see a short dwarf. Scout Harding.
He smiled. He had to smile. He hadn't seen her in forever not after she was...
He didn't want to think about it...but her death broke Sera and drove her mad.
Harding as usual was very charming and friendly when she approached him, starting a conversation, "Scout Harding, at your service. You need to teach me how you make people lose your tracks. I got lucky running into a mage saying there was a demon with a glowing hand in the cave... You must be the Herald, right?"
Damien only smiled. "Ahh. I try not to kill cowards that run away. They're not really worth it... And yes, I am what people called the Herald... though I don't think I really am."
"A lot of people say that you are, and with the things you're doing, I think you really are... so, why won't you come back with me to the Inquisition, Herald?" She asked. "We can do this quietly and peacefully-I promise I won't hurt you. It's just that the leaders of the Inquisition really needed to talk to you, and it would be really great if you just... not attack me and come with me."
The Herald couldn't help but laugh a bit at her endearing personality. How he missed talking to her.
"...Sorry, Lace Harding." He said and she was stunned that he knew her first name. He only continued. "But I can't go with you. I have things to do so for now... Sleep."
He waved his hand simply and white dust fall on her eyes. She staggered back, shaking her head furiously before she fell. Damien reached out to grab her in time before gently lowering her on the ground without hurting her.
"Nnhh... not Lace... just Harding..." Damien heard her mumble and he resisted to chuckle. He did hear from Sera that her twiddle would always sleep talk.
He soon heard footsteps so he quickly pulled away from her and went around in a hidden cavern of the cave. With the mark on his hand, he managed to will it-to open a portal. He walked right into the fade, before closing the rift behind him.
He's going to change things.
He won't let Solas have his way ever again.
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Solas looked around in the area of the Temple of Sacred Ashes. No matter how many times he had been here, there so no sign of his orb. Fenedhis. Did this Corypheus actually live? He's waiting for his spies to send him the message.
He's also waiting for news about the so called Herald of Andraste.
His first impression of him was that he was... strange. How can he describe him? The man wasn't so frightened, but more calm and firm. His mind was focused on one goal and that was to close the breach. When he introduced himself, the man solemnly smiled at him. Or sadly smiled? He was also hesitant. Why was that he wondered? He wanted to ask this Herald if he knew anything.
Sadly, the Herald fled right after he had woken up.
Everyone searched and searched and no trace could be found of him, even the spirits would not tell him of his whereabouts. They just keep saying that he's everywhere.
Then he heard from Varric about the stories of what was happening beyond Haven. The Herald of Andraste was on the move and he was out closing rifts already without them, helping refugees, and just recently, they have heard the Herald ended the battle in Fereldan after destroying both the Templar base and the Mage base. The man even cleared a lot of the bandits out of the way, allowing the Inquisition to work more easily to help secure order upon the land, all the while he did it in the name and the pledge of the order.
Who is this mage exactly?
He almost reminded him of Mythal. How she would persevere, and how she would do good to others. He'll never understand why the Evanuris had to cut her down. All would have been fine if they didn't...
If they didn't, he wouldn't have made the veil.
Solas let out a heavy sigh before going back down a trail that lead back to Haven. There were no more lingering rifts or wandering demons around the area. Just the nasty volatile red lyrium all over the place. He figured it was the Herald's doing, making the path more safer for scouts and soldiers.
When he arrived back, Cassandra approached him. "Where have you been?" she asked.
"Walking in my dreams. Did you need me for something, Seeker?" Solas asked.
The Seeker crossed her arms a bit. "Our trip to Val Royeaux will be delayed for a while. We need to head into the Hinterlands. Now."
"What for? Did they find him?" The apostate elf questioned. Did they actually get a hold of him?
"They found a trace of him. He's still somewhere in the Hinterlands," Cassandra explained. "We will be searching for him."
And hopefully, they would catch up to this Herald.
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Felix
Whatever your father is doing, he has to be stopped. I never thought I would ever go against Alexius, he's one of the greatest mentors I've ever had the opportunity to work with. But joining a cult and using time magic to contort time itself? It's supposed to be only experimental and now you're telling me that he can make it happen? This Cult you mentioned sounds like the people that may have caused that giant hole in the skies of Ferelden and the spread of all these damned holes in the veils-the rifts.
Pray, do whatever you can to slow your father down, I will be there soon.
We will also need to find a way to contact this so called Herald of Andraste. He could be in danger from Alexius, but he's also the only that can stop this, perhaps. It is him that you said the Venatori wanted. We have to find him, even if he's on a holy mission.
And I am certainly sure, he would need my outstanding magical abilities to stop this Venatori.
Be careful, Felix.
Sincerely, Dorian.
Damien read the letter and he smiled warmly at that. Even his writing was so over the top and-what's the term? Flamboyant? He did like that about Dorian. He had arrogance that mixed with a surreptitious, addicting charm. He loved that about him. Oh Maker how much he had missed him. But how does one would get to him? Should he just let him find him in that Chantry?
Perhaps. For now, he needed to find Felix.
"Who are you?" Someone demanded from behind him.
And Speak of the Breach...
Damien turned around and he saw a sickly looking Felix. Now that his mind and soul were both wiser and knowledgeable, he was able to see the taint growing inside the boy. Boy... they both should be the same age. Even in this younger body, he still felt older than he should be.
"Speak now before I contact my guards!" Felix demanded then he saw the letter that the stranger was holding. His eyes widened. "...Are you with the Venatori?"
Damien barked out a laugh. "Hahaha! No. Rest assured on that one."
Felix couldn't rest on that one. Then who was this stranger? "Then who are you? If you don't mind, I kindly ask you now to leave. This is my private room."
"Not really your room. This room is in Redcliffe Castle, thus it belongs to Arl Teagan..." Damien pointed out to him.
Felix was stunned a bit. This man was rude. "We're allowed to stay-"
"Not for long. Besides, aren't you looking for someone? The Herald?" He asked as he tucked the letter way in his coat pocket. "You found him. I am what the people called the Herald of Andraste..."
As if on cue, his left hand glowed, spurring green marks, signalling there was a rift nearby. One glance at that and Felix immediately believed that this was the Herald. He had heard about his glowing hand, and he had heard about him going on a holy mission... did this include his father?
"Wh-... what do you want..?"
"...We need to talk."
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