Revolution

by rikkustrife

This is from a roleplay a friend and I have written together. It's placed in the aftermath of Anders destruction of the Chantry in Kirkwall and Leliana comes across him, and they begin their adventure together which in turns brings them closer together. Chapter 5 is the first sexual themed chapter for those uncertain if they want to read that part or not.

28. Chapter 28

Jowan leaned back some once his attention was grasped. His eyes lit up a little upon seeing Leliana there, providing them extra company. So his hand motioned towards an empty spot to welcome her into the small group near the fire. "Yes, I think I'm much better now, thank you… Though, I must say, I have to apologize for falling asleep like that. I don't know what came over me."

"You fell asleep on watching the Icon's important person?" The other man asked in disbelief. "Did he beat you for it?"

"What? No." Jowan scoffed some and shook his head. "He's not a Tevinter, mind you; he's Ferelden."

"Ferelden, eh? Don't know any Ferelden's with the title of the Anderfels in them." The opposite man scoffed and shook his head. "The man's got so many names up is arse, it's a wonder anyone ever finds him."

"That's the way he like it." Jowan nodded some in the conclusion and looked towards Leliana's questioning next. "I … suppose we could…"

"Better than sending our Idol out to the sharks, eh?" The other guy insisted; seeming to have clearly been the one more willing to have helped.

Jowan nodded some and started to stand up. "Alright… We're good people. We can still help others, if they need it, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't be cautious…"

The two walked back up to the surface in Hightown, where the rumors of the woman had seemed to have spread heavily like wildfire. The location took them towards the Wounded Coast, where it seemed two individuals had been in heavy combat. There wasn't any sign of Isabela, but instead there was clearly Lasher and Tempest locked in a wild display of bloodmagic, wrestled demons, and templar abilities thrown back in order to avert them. Lasher's abilities; though, and proven too much for Tempest to withstand, and the bloodmage was soon falling to his knees.

"I knew it! I knew you couldn't do it. That's because we're friends, Tempest!" Lasher starts to laugh as he reached out and hugged him.

Tempest cringed. He grinded his teeth in anger; attempting to break away this man's hold over him. "You're sick if you actually believe that. I'll never forgive you for what you did! Not to me, not to the slaves, and certainly not the Chantry!"

Lasher's growing hysterical laughter had started to quiet down. His fingers curved into Tempest's robes and his clutch became needy. "What are you saying? You shouldn't tell lies like that—you really shouldn't."

He abruptly shoved Tempest down to the ground and reached for his blade. Before Tempest had even time to react, the redheaded male quickly slammed his blade into the bloodmage's shoulder. Lasher recoiled then and reached for his shield from it's holster next.

Tempest racked his fingers across his opened wound and enforced a spell to drain a portion of Lasher's own health to cure himself. Though just the moment that the injury was healed, he had to brace his arms back over his face to soften the uppercut-bashing Lasher had done with his shield. This time, he was knocked to the ground, and within that disorientation, Lasher proceeded to slice at him.

"Lies are wicked! Wicked lies!" Lasher scowled, cutting through Tempest's robes quickly and tearing into his flesh.

The hollers Tempest gave were the same mixture of pain and hatred that continue to grow for his predatory stalker. He couldn't concentrate half as much from the pain he was getting. In a slight desperation, his hand opened up, shooting out a long spark of electricity. However, Lasher had seen it coming within just seconds and had to lean his head away to dodge it.

The redheaded templar slammed his blade down into the palm of Tempest's hand, pinning it to the ground, and then shifted his right foot to step on Tempest's wrist. Tempest hollered again, shaking his head from side to side in order to try and block the sensation of pain away from his mind. If he could just attempt that, he could concentrate again.

"It's okay, Tempest. I understand. It's just in your wicked nature like me, but you're a fool. This place will not accept you, Tempest. These people can't understand you like I do. Why are you here? I thought that dressing up as a Brother to the White Spire was crazy… But to serve Starkhaven? That's completely insane!" Lasher explained and then started to frown when he looked down at him.

Tempest wouldn't answer him. His eyes just glared back at him with the same empty hollowness he had from before. He could hear the Sloth demon taunting his sub-concious and starting to laugh at his failure.

'You see? This is what happens when you deny my power.' Vince mocked from inside Tempest's mind. 'Let me take over. Give me your soul before he destroys you and everyone you've ever cared about!'

"I have a surprise for you." Lasher smiled suddenly and braced his shield over Tempest's stomach as he leaned upon it to remain towering over him. Despite hearing Tempest's passive grunt, he continued. "I have cottage built just outside of Solas! We can return to The Silent Plains together. It will be just like the good old days; you and me against those Trevis bastards again."

The bloodmage flinched and tried to hold back the building holler he wanted shout when Lasher lifted the blade from his pierced hand. At least he was finally free from the blade; now, if he could only gather his strength for a decent spell. He closed his eyes briefly; listening to him, but then at the same time trying to calm his thoughts –and to blot out Vince's voice.

'You don't want to die. You don't want to be this insignificant creature's puppet!' Vince continued in his sweet tone. 'Let me give you the power you need. I can save you from this fate; I swear.'

"But to get to Solas, we'd have to take a carriage, and I can't trust that you'll keep a low profile upon our journey back. The truth is, the templars here hate you and they're just a little too crafty for most mages. They'll take you away from me, Tempest. I can't let that happen." Lasher glanced away in a momentary display of sorrow. Then he started back down at Tempest's left wrist that was trapped under his heavy metal-armored boot. "So, I'll have to cut off your hands before the trip. I'll prevent you from ever having to use magic! That will trick them for sure."

Blue eyes widened and feeling the cold sharp steel pressing into his skin; Tempest tried to jerk his arm free but Lasher's weight was too heavy. He held his breath against the stinging pain from Lasher's tantalizing cut. Then he understood; Lasher was really determined to chop off his hands for his loss of companionship!

"Is this your revenge because I left the war?" Tempest asked, feeling himself tremble. "You're punishing me?"

"Oh, no I'm not." Lasher spoke with surprise and raised his blade up high into the air. "I'm not. I'm not—I'm not! I'M NOT AT ALL! I'm showing you my gratitude-"

Tempest couldn't resist anymore of Vince's pleading and Lasher's determined obstruction. He felt himself losing control of his awareness even before his mind started to accept the ultimatum that the demon within him was offering. His body started to crack, revealing specs of red light along his skin, and his eyes carried a crimson aura around him. Tempest was already bleeding, so the initial ingredient for the ritual had already been given and when he spoke, his voice changed to something of two voices blending into one.

"Then take my body… Take everything that I am to destroy him!" The bloodmage demanded, causing Lasher to flinch away from actually striking at that moment. "Erase him from my existence!"

"Who are you talking to?" Lasher demanded as he glared back at him; though he wasn't going to be given an answer.

His body was suddenly thrown back against a tree and a stone-fist spell sunk into Lasher's chest. It spiked, practically pinning him there. While the bloodmage moved back to his feet, he held up his bleeding hand and snapped his fingers, signaling his next spell which was lightening. He struck Lasher and then used the combination between bloodmagic and lightening to electrocute him and drain his body slowly.

Leliana wasn't too thrilled on leaving the 'special area' she wasn't too sure how she was going to explain this to Justice after their fun 'argument' Maybe she could just blame it on the blood mage, it seemed more easier that way and hopefully she wouldn't be tossed away once those around found out she left. Even though it was nice to get out, get the fresh air. Unlike the stagnant air which was back where they were staying. Since she knew it couldn't of been healthy to stay in such a dire place, so maybe that was another good excuse, as to why she left.

The rouge had hardly paid much attention to her surroundings. Not noticing the area seemed like a newly falling apart battle field. Instead ahead of them she heard two familiar voices, bringing her to glance up in a curious manner to see who this was. And to her surprise it was Lasher and Tempest. Immediately her eyes had widened, and her walk had stalled watching as the fight progressed until Lasher was the one ultimately down from Tempest's actions. Making the rouge to take a uncontrollable step forward, and halting again.

"Tempest!" She shouted through fear and confusion. But the rouge had made sure not to get in the way of this ruthless battle, seeing as they were at each other throats. So she paused looking around for Isabela, thinking maybe she was possibly being a standby watching this event as they were. But to her surprise she was nowhere near. Making her emerald hues shoot back towards the blood mage, Tempest. "You have to stop this… You're going to kill him!" She pleaded, and without further hesitation she began to run towards Tempest without thinking of the consequences or the anger which might cause him. If he so much allowed her near him, she of course would near his back making sure she was within clear range of his magical abilities as she reached out to place a hand on the males shoulder, hopefully to stop him from this madness he was expelling.

Jowan's eyes had widened at Leliana rushing towards the other person. He started to chase after; being that he was only a yard behind her once he realized of what she was doing. "Milady, don't! That man's already sold his soul!"

The dark haired mage felt the tugging of the woman trying to pull him back. With the electricity still pulsing in his hands, he spun towards Leliana and pressed his readied palm against the side of her head. His left arm wrapped around her shoulders to have held her still; but the dangerous indication was the electricity spell being so close to her brain.

Such threats of obviously having Leliana's brain fried, had scared Jowan's run into a stand-still. He glared at the monster that still seemed to wear Tempest's original face. There was no telling how long that would have been allowed until the demon chose to reveal its true form; but it was surely an insult to the previous mage that was once there.

"That's the idea…" The demon laughed more to Leliana's announcement.

Leliana took no heed in Jowan's words clearly as she had to try to stop this pointless battle, well it seemed pointless to her; possibly not to them, clearly. So when she was suddenly grasped by Tempest, it brought the rouge to yelp out of unexpected fright and almost stumble if it weren't for his arm holding her in place.

At first the rouge struggled against his strength, finding very quickly that this was useless. And of course her hues shot towards Jowan, in a form of pleading as she felt the electric shock from the lightening emitting from his palm surge to her temple. At first this made the rouge winch, not in pain but more so fright then anything else as she closed her eyes to try to consummate some plan, and quick.

When the words of a multi-toned voice filled her ears she popped open her eyes and glanced back and over her shoulder curiously towards the glowing Tempest. Finally she began to realize this wasn't clearly the same Tempest she had met months ago, and finally what Jowan said began to register in her mind. So with this in mind she knew she had to get out of this demons grip, even if it meant installing pain on the one she once called a friend at one point in time.

"I'm sorry." She muttered softly under her breath, and without further wait time she swung her heel up in-between the males legs, and into his groin area; which would cause any male with a demon inside or not to let go.

So the second she felt his grasp loosen is when she took advantage of the moment, slipping through the mages grasp and darting from the way which she came, but further until she stood behind Jowan. "Why don't you tell me these things BEFORE I decide to play peace maker?" She joked lightly with a light nudge on the mages shoulder.

The demon of course ended up doubling over from the cheap shot given to him. It was a strange pain, unlike anything he had ever felt before—since such things rarely-to-never happened to demons. However, he was still in the revealed body of Tempest, and hadn't transformed to anything more powerful—at least not yet.

Jowan reached for a small blade in his robes once Leliana had ran back towards him. There wasn't any need for him to have been given any order to the question once he took action. The bloodmage sliced open the right palm of his wrist, feeling his dark aura strengthen. He raised his hand up and used a spell to trap the demon in place.

"I'm sorry; I didn't expect the demon to keep on wearing that man's face." He explained in between of his spell casting.

The spell had caught the demon off guard as well-probably due to the kick to the groin he had earlier. Tempest's voice was still heard mingling with the demon's own multi-pitched in comparison; once the spasms of pain were given due to the blood-curse Jowan was inflicting on him. His body thrashed onto the ground and shook in spasms.

"Traitors! Traitors, all of you!" Vince howled and rolled onto the ground, nearly completely at the bloodmage's mercy—or at least so until the spell would eventually wear off. "I'll rip you apart!"

"I could really use a drink right now…" Lasher groaned and started to move; pushing himself forward so that his body would at least begin to slide off from the stone-spike he was impaled upon. "I'm not… use to seeing… this much of my own blood anymore…"

Once the spell had started to wear off, the demon began to pull himself back up to his feet. He prepared to raise his hands for his charged attack but suddenly had been knocked back due to a forceful wave. The man fell back down to his side again. Looking to the opposite of himself, he saw a blonde muscular male approaching with a dark-skinned woman. It was Arlen and Isabela rushing from the sidelines and heading to the rescue.

"Why is I'm not surprised?" The demon hollered against his failure and focused his side-tracked spell on the approaching couple a few miles farther across from the actual battle. He released his electricity to the other two. One way or another, his electricity spells were going to be set free.

Leliana had just given a quick nod of her head to Jowan in his explanation and stood back and watched as he threw his own form of blood magic towards the demon which still held Tempest face; which of course brought her to look away out of disgust as the mage frailed to the ground. She tried to block his screams, that she could hardly make out what Lasher spoke of wanting a drink. That it brought the rouge to glance towards the knight in a questionable manner if for a moment.

Just as she was about to question what this was all about towards Lasher, she took notice to the possessed Tempest beginning to stand up to his feet. Making the rouge step back a few steps, with her eyes wandering for a answer of what to do next.

Her mind was so fogged at the moment of protecting herself, and somehow helping Jowan and Lasher. But doing this was impossible as she had hardly any form of protection on her due to Anders past requests of her not wanting to 'strain' herself from training, making her hardly carry a weapon now. So she thought Jowan was protection enough out here; though it clearly would have been the right thing to do.

"Great—" She began to mutter under her breath, but as quickly as she began to look towards Tempest was the moment she saw him being blown back a few yards away. At first a sigh of relief fell over her, as she took the second she began to look around curiously, knowing well that wasn't one of Jowan's attacks.

As she scanned the area far and wide, eventually her hues came to a halt to the two souls who began running up. At first her mind couldn't process whom it was due to them being in such a far off distance, but the closer they drew, the more she could tell out the two figures.

"Izzy?" She began to question under her breath as she took a hesitant step forward as her orbs shifted next to the person next to her. "Arlen?" She questioned, more so in her mind then aloud. As she remembered this man, but she was certain he'd fallen in battle due to the Chantry being in lands which they shouldn't of been.

Clearly the rouge had no words to express as her happiness to see more comrades to come to their help, that she raised a welcoming arm to wave the duo over and to show they were of no threat, as she was unsure if Arlen would even realize from such a distance they were friends and not foes.

"Leliana?" Isabela started to run towards her, though just as the electricity whizzed past her. Arlen had reached out for her shoulder and pulled her back to dodge the attack. The pirate looked back over her shoulder towards him briefly, seeing that his piercing blue hues had his gaze still on what remained of Tempest, even after his grip around Isabela had began to release.

The force mage opened his hand again and used his ability to push Tempest's body back down against the ground this time. The abomination hollered once he felt the gravity pushing him back down, flattening him again. Of course the creature was vulnerable by now. If there had been a combination of blades to match against the magic thrown at him, the abomination would have surely been killed. The problem to this was that if the abomination had died, then so did Tempest; such things could not be exercised.

Isabela hesitated at first, glancing towards Lasher who was in the middle of pushing himself off of the spike, and then to the pressed down shell of what was once her lover. As much as she had regretted it for doing so, she moved forward in her avoidance of the first two and headed to Leliana.

Jowan had noticed enough that the two were considered friends, so he hadn't really retaliated upon the other woman's approach. Instead, he fisted his hand to force the blood in his hands to run heavier. This gave him the chance to release another spell of the same potency against their obviously common enemy. The only difference from his and Arlen's practices was that Jowan's was conjured from blood, and Jowan's spell caused exceptionally more damage.

"Don't kill him!" Arlen panicked mildly and turned his shout of warning to Jowan who only glanced at him at first.

"What do you expect me to do? You know as well as I what he is." Jowan argued, though kept his focus on his target.

"No… Damn you…" Lasher grunted and pointed towards the heavy spells being pushed over the abomination; unsheathing a Templar's spell to purify the area around the Abomination's form in order to have him released.

Arlen's eyes had widened at what Lasher had attempted and ran up towards Tempest's remaining shell. He knelt down to the 'creature' to check for any signs of him being alright. Though Jowan was the more verbal one in this sour disposition. Lasher had just purified the area, and so magic wouldn't work—at least on that one area anymore.

"You idiot!" Jowan shouted at him and prepared to use his knife as his only remaining weapon for self-defense now. "I told you; whoever that was is not there anymore!"

Giving the moment of levity, the creature struggled to stand back up. He caught his breath for the moment, and after realizing that someone was yet again close to him, jerked his elbow to one side and struck at the person's chest. Arlen grasped his arm in the attempt of trying to keep him pinned, but the moment that he was too close, he felt a sudden pressure push against his abdomen—instantly a proven weak spot. It was so distressed that he ended up having to releasing the abomination.

The creature laughed once he was free and ran from scene. There were too many against him, and he knew he couldn't take them all at once. Certainly not a demon of Pride, so the being slipped away. This had left Arlen groaning and struggling to stand back up. The blonde male reached for his olive over-coat and removed it to toss it to the ground; in his silent question just to see if his stapled injury had been penetrated at all.

"Well that was a huge waste… You let an abomination run free, you flaming blighter! I hope you're satisfied." Jowan frowned and turned slightly towards Lasher. However his next words had went to Arlen when he spoke again. "We should get him to a Hospice."

Arlen sighed some with relief, seeing as though he wasn't in nearly as bad of shape as he had first thought, and soon made a dash out of the area to search for Tempest's shell. He could care less of Lasher's life—the Black Knight that destroyed the only Chantry to Andraste on Tevinter soil. In fact, Arlen would have rather killed the man himself, but there wasn't time and he wasn't Arlen's concern.

"Are you listening? Hey!" Jowan turned to see that Arlen was already running off, away from them. He started to go after him, but from the corner of his eyes he had seen Lasher falling off from the spike at last. Jowan turned back and watched in his failed moment of time, to see the man simply hit the ground in a splashing puddle of his own blood.

Leliana smiled warmly, at least for the moment when she saw Isabela had taken notice to her being there. That the rouge had dropped her arm down from her wave and once again put her attention back to the action set in front of them. And also the shouting of the abomination had brought her to look as well in curiosity, that she even winched from seeing his body collide against the ground in a loud thud, making her feel the shudder from underneath her.

Of course she wanted to help, and trying and stop this madness but the words of Jowan's rang in her mind, knowing he wasn't the same man he once was. So there was little any of them could do. So all she could do was watch as Jowan had tried to protect them. But she couldn't help but flinch and shift her gaze over to Arlen as he shouted towards the bloodmage, commanding him to stop his acts. Her expression changed from shock to fully utter confusion as she crossed her arms over her frame. But hadn't said a word, it's not like she really had a say on the matter. But still she didn't agree with it, this much was true.

"Some people are just loopy." She teased lightly with a turn of her shoulder, and when she had done this is when she saw from the corner of her eye of Tempest's body rising and running off. Of course Leliana shifted back around quickly and took a quick step towards the area where Tempest once stood. "Well that went well." She began to mutter, as her orbs shifted over towards Arlen in his hunched over state. "Are, you… Okay?" She began to question curiously with hesitant steps towards the male. But the more she filled with silence was when she took notice to the male rising to his feet. A sigh of relief had come over her as she shifted her hues away, to look to Lasher.

"What about you—" She started to question but from her peripheral vision she saw the two darting off. She was about to turn and chase after them, but the moment she took a step she head another thunk from behind her. And when she looked over her shoulder she saw the fallen Lasher. Thus making her hues widen in shock, and instead of chasing after the two she darted over towards the knight, kneeling beside him. "Hey, pull yourself together!" She pleaded with a tug at his shoulder in attempt to help the male up. "We need to go after the others… We can rest later."

"Do you feel it…? Such a delicious sensation; the crushing of bone and sinew." Lasher rambled as his body was being lifted into someone else's grasp. However, the knight was certainly too hazed to stand on his own. He had a hole in his stomach; which damaged his medium cavity completely through.

Jowan frowned some and glanced back in the direction that Arlen and the abomination had rushed off to. "We don't have time to follow after them either, Milady. This man needs to be taken to a Hospice or a Clinic if he's going to live."

"He's not going to make the trip; he'll bleed to death first!" Isabela announced, stunned at as much blood Lasher has already lost. She walked towards Lasher's other side to help ease a bit of the burden of Lasher's weight from Leliana. "Can't you heal him or something?"

Jowan nodded and tilted the blade back over his hand again. He had to slice his hand all the way up along his arm to cause a great enough damage and concentration in order to heal a wound of this magnitude. The dark aura circled over him just as he started to place his hand over the wound. It took a short while of concentrating until the tissue of flesh began to heal itself.

Once it was done, Jowan reconciled his blade and quickly attempted to put pressure on his own wound. After all, there was no way Lasher could continue if he was to bleed out anymore; but Jowan could control how much his own arm bled out-well to an extent. Such was the equivalent exchange, only Jowan (learning more advanced bloodmagic) was learning how to manipulate it better for his own purposes.

Isabela's eyes were wide at him for the moment, feeling like as if she wanted to have fled. Though she knew Tempest was a bloodmage, and had even seen him perform a bit of magic before—she had never seen a healing spell require so much. "So, then you're a-…a-"

The bloodmage only looked towards her as if almost daring her to have said the word before moving to accept the man off the ladies' hands. By this time, Lasher had already passed out due to blood loss, and was limp in their hands. Truly, he would have probably died on their way to the Hospice; Isabela may have been right to that.

"He's lost so much blood already, he may still die. All we can do is watch over him for a bit." Jowan stated the obvious and turned to lead them all on a path back out of the Wounded Coast.

Leliana of course wanted to smack Lasher out of his silly rambling state. But she knew this would be of no use, seeing as how the dense gaping hole through him would mostly be his most concern. Still as she knelled there she of course tried to make it as comfortable for the knight as possible. Even if he was a 'little' nuts and not always kind to everyone and even allowed her to go to the tavern after Anders ordered him to watch her and she got captured. She still couldn't sit by and watch as he was in this most dire state.

As the two conversed on whether or not to take Lasher to a clinic or not. Brought her to shift her attention from the knight and lastly too the duo. She had to agree with Isabela, knowing he wouldn't make it even a yard. Even if they carried him, somehow. "Wheres Anders when you need him." She whined with a frail of her arms as she shook her head and glanced back down to Lasher. Usually she wasn't one to give up so lightly, but what else could they do? So when Isabela asked Jowan if he could help, she was enlightened, as she looked towards the blood mage with hope filling her orbs. She knew the mage wasn't a healer, by far. But maybe he could do something to prolong it so they could get him to a place of healing

So she sat back and watched, and waited as the wound began to heal before their eyes. And it seemed as if the fear from her eyes had lifted as well. As she let off a sigh and look to Isabela in her stuttering speak. She couldn't help but smile warmly to the pirate as she nodded her head. "Yes a blood mage." She finished for her as she kept knelled and glanced over to Jowan next in his thoughts of what they should do, for now. "Your right… I doubt we would be able to find those two… And I rather make sure Lasher here gets back on his feet then leave him."

"Then we take him back to the 'Special Zone;' Maker, help us all…" Jowan sighed rather reluctantly. He clearly didn't want it to have to come to such, but if Leliana was wanting as fast of a recovery as he imagined then their only option was in fact Anders.

Nearly two hours later, within the safety of the 'Special Zone,' Anders had awoke to a slight throbbing ache in his head. He started to sit up and looked around to find that he was alone in his hut. A bit dizzy, he moved and started to stand. He had no idea where Leliana had went off to, or if she was even safe where-ever that she was. The thought worried him, causing his feet to move in search of his lover.

Though as he moved, his feet scraped by the broken glass on the floor. Anders flinched and looked down at the blood near his foot, and then reached up idly to touch his head. Looking back at his fingers, he saw no blood, and there was no signs of a wound. So, if he had one, he was certainly healed by now; but still sore. Anders looked back down to his feet and carefully plucked out the glass before healing them next. His attention idly went to cleaning up the area as fast as he could in order to continue moving.

Anders walked to the door and slipped on his boots just as the door had opened and in walked Jowan; who happened to be carrying Lasher. The bloodmage was followed by Leliana and Isabela who both looked extremely worried for a pretty much self-explanatory reason. Lasher was injured or knocked; otherwise in need of some aid and the others were worried for him.

"What's going on?" Anders started to question and rubbed his forehead some. "How did he get here?...And Isabela?"

"What? I'm not supposed to be?" Isabela glanced towards him, but hardly cared for a true response.

Jowan didn't answer at first since his main priority was to place Lasher on the couch and begin to remove the heavy black armor he was wearing. "Can't explain. This man needs healing and fast. His wound is healed, but he's already bled half-himself away."

"And your bleeding, and my head is—" Anders paused, not wanting to hint that if he couldn't concentrate, then he couldn't perform the spell if needed. Instead, he shook his head some and looked towards Leliana for answers. "Are we under attack?"

It wasn't the best idea by far to take two outsiders to the 'special zone' but she knew it was Lasher's only hope of surviving. And hopefully by the time they got there Justice was no longer in possession of Anders body so it wouldn't blow up completely in their faces.

As they quickly entered in the hut, Leliana hadn't taken much notice to Anders, as she mostly had her full attention to Lasher. Making sure he was still alive and breathing, and so far they were in the clear. So she took a moment for herself to glace towards Anders to give an innocent bleak smile as she let out a slight chuckle next. As she reached back she rubbed her head, her hues shooting down noticing as the shards of the cup from before had been picked up. She doubted Justice had done such a thing, so the only explanation was Anders. So she just had to hope he wouldn't ask too many questions when the time came…

Thankfully though when Anders had begun his questioning on the maters of the two being here, Jowan had done most of the explaining, but she couldn't help but shake her head slightly to Anders procrastination that she rushed behind the mage and gave a slight push on his back to force him towards Lasher.

"Don't worry… We're not under attack." She responded with a point of her finger to Lasher. "We just need you to heal him… Before he dies would be great. I'll explain everything, why your heads hurting. Its a long story which should only consist of us both when I tell you."

"Alright, alright…" Anders spoke softly to show he was compliant, at least, and turned his attention back towards Lasher who was by now removed of his armor.

The healer closed his eyes as his hands started to glow a bright white-colored aura. It was more of Justice's strength, the but healing magic had clearly been driven from Anders's concentration. He tried to block out the throbbing of his head and moved his hands gently across Lasher's chest. The image of replenished blood flowing in the man's veins remained vivid in his mind. Slowly, during the process, as he continued, his own mana was beginning to drain.

Isabela's eyes brightened and she started to smile at seeing Lasher's paled skin beginning to show signs of color again. By the time Anders had started to push down briefly hard against the other man's chest, Lasher's eyes had started to slightly waken. Isabela sighed in relief once it was all done, and seeing Anders slouch, nearly drained from this accomplishment only added to her security that the spell had worked.

"Now… you… While I still have enough juice in me to do it." Anders sand towards Jowan, but his eyes remained fixed over the bleeding wounds the man hand.

Jowan nodded and rolled up his sleeves so that Anders could focus his healing energy on him next. All the while this was happening in the background, Lasher was proving to be one difficult patient for needing to stay still and rest.

"Hey, take it easy. Don't be trying to move all at once." Isabela coaxed towards him, but had slightly inched back when Lasher started to stand. "Are you… okay?"

"Of… course I am… Where's Tempest?" Lasher grunted, though he was still trying to fight off his dizziness.

Isabela sighed with relief, but soon that relief had turned into anger. "Just what are you trying to prove? Stop picking fights with Tempest, for Maker's Sake; leave him alone!"

Lasher laughed, or rather tried to for the moment. For him to leave Tempest alone; surely the woman had to be joking. He looked as though he was fixing to say something to her, but the minute he started to step forward, Lasher faltered backwards. He landed back down hard into the sofa behind him. Isabela's eyes went wide again as she stepped towards the couch and pressed her hands back down over him to keep the man laying down. However, Lasher was being stubborn. Even when he was this dizzy, recently beaten to the point of near death, he still wanted to keep searching.

"Get off me, woman. I don't need help." Lasher huffed and shook his head from side to side. "I'm completely—"

"You nearly died, you idiot." Isabela frowned and kept her pressure firm. "Tempest isn't playing nice with you, he's seriously out to kill you."

"That's not true! He's just mad. He'll get over it. I know him better than you do." Lasher laughed at her but tried to keep himself sitting up. "Now, stop your blubbering and let me stand. I'm a Reaver, remember? I told you before, I've never felt better than when I'm in pain."

"No, you're an idiot—" Isabela started to say, but her words stopped in mid-sentence when she felt Lasher's hand reach up and cup her right breast.

The automatic reaction that came next was hardly avoidable as she glared at him and reached out to slap him across the face. Jowan winced in the background while Anders kept his eyes averted in order to finish cleaning the healed wounds of blood and grime. Lasher only seemed to grin and squint his eyes back at Isabela; keeping a slight look of triumph in his proven point to her that pain didn't affect him the way it would to other people.

"Thank you. May I have another?" Lasher asked with a wide spread grin, but Isabela huffed some and shoved his hand off from her.

"Reavers…" Jowan stated with a dusted face and cringed.

Leliana sighed some to her relief seeing as how willing Anders was, that she trailed over to some nearby seat and sat down at least for a moment watching while Anders had healed Lasher. But her resting, had possibly only lasted a few moments. As the second she saw Anders stumble about brought her to rush to her feet and then next to the mages side as she wrapped one hand around his arm and the other across his chest to at least hold him still.

"Are you alright…?" She began to question, loosening her grip around him, seeing as he had his mind set on healing Jowan next. So her attention then went to Isabela and Lasher. As she smiled to see the male somewhat back to his old state.

"Gave us quiet a scare back there." She muttered, with a shake of her head as she trailed over towards the male and gave a flick of his head to show her annoyance with him. "We'll find Tempest, try not to worry too much yet. Right now you need to rest." She responded, as she turned her shoulder. But of course the rouge continued to listen to the on-going bickering of the two. There was no way to avoid it actually unless one left the hut to excuse themselves of this. But it was actually a bit fun to see Lasher being pushed around by a woman.

"Don't make me get a stick to put between you two." She teased lightly as she took a moment to glance over her shoulder and put her eyes on them to see their actions on one another. Leliana just shook her head as she walked back up to Anders from behind and examined his back for a moment to see if his clothing was still damp from earlier. As she was examining the mage she looked up briefly to Jowan in his Reaver comment a smiled to this as she giggled softly. "Ah yes there fun aren't they!" She added, as she opened her arms up from behind Anders in a quick movement, which resulted in a tight hug. "About your headache… I'm sorry…" She muttered within his back as her eyes took a moment to close, as she sighed and opened them once more as she whispered. "It's not completely all my fault..."

"If by 'fun,' you mean battier than a cave full of bats, then yes." Jowan responded to Leliana's wonderful show of moderate affection to the warrior class.

Anders had paused some after feeling pressure being wrapped around him, moments later. He felt like wanting to have fallen over at the time, but there was little he could do without movement. Hearing Leliana's words though, did sober his thinking at least a little. He looked towards Isabela and Lasher, and then lastly towards Jowan before giving in to the notion of speaking.

"He seems capable and willing to walk around a bit on his own." Anders addressed more towards Isabela than any of them before lastly turning his favor towards Jowan. "Care to show them where they can rest for a fortnight if need be."

"Sure… But then I'm hitting the tents afterwards." Jowan announced and made motions for Isabela to follow him.

Though Isabela had seemed reluctant about letting Lasher stand on his own feet again, she hadn't said anything. Instead, she remained his crutch for the moment until he could get his barring and walk on his own. Anders had waited until they all had left before finally giving in to his own vulnerable weakness. Such healing spells like those did tend to drain a lot out of him already. He pushed Lasher's armor to the side and soon sank down into the couch for the moment to rest.

"Alright, Leliana…" The mage sighed and lifted his hand back up over his eyes to cover them. "What's been going on? I've been having more blanks in my memory recently…"

Leliana watched as the others had left the hut, her arms dropping to her sides and almost wanting to run off with them. After all how long had it been since she last saw Isabela!? For too long she knew that much. But they had already departed and it was just her and Anders. And her emerald hues began to follow the mage from the corner of her sockets as he sat at the edge of the couch, as she forced a quick smile which formed slowly to the corner of her lips, slowly creeping to the otherside.

"About that…" She began to respond in almost a whisper as she took her own walk and made her way over to the mage and sat next to him. From there she reached out with a gentle palm that rested on his upper leg. "Justice was around again!" She exclaimed as happily as her tone could be, as it could possibly be heard the rouge was hiding something. But clearly she didn't want to tell it.

"I should just tell you the whole blighted story and have it over with… Justice and I fought… I confronted him on kissing the Champion, and he got mad at me for drugging Jowan on top of not being grateful or something… I can't remember all what he said it's hazy, so we were both mad and we argued, and then we kissed. And I have to admit he's a bit forceful… Unlike you." She attempted to joke with a poke at his shoulder. "Er.. Anyways, I was so mad I kind of… Um… Tossed a mug at your head… And that's probably why it hurts. It was cleaned and healed, that's why you didn't realize anything had happened."

The rouge paused, flinching some expecting some kind of scolding to come next. Or something, since what she had done was a bit extreme. "You… Aren't mad at me are you?" She asked almost hesitantly.

At first from listening to her, Anders had only risen a slight curious eyebrow. He knew enough that Justice was active since he was 'awake' and Anders clearly at the previous time wasn't. Though the more he listened, the more his expression had changed slightly with urgency. He seemed as though he was preparing to have reached out and grasped her shoulders, if anything else—to have shaken anymore information out of her. Such tales of Justice kissing the Champion and then Leliana would have been laughable to him, if only he wasn't stricken with worry still.

Anders looked away from her as she continued to tease slightly and then finished her explanation. He paused some after her question to him was given. Finding that his head only gave a small shake as his answer, he started to give verbally more.

"I-…N-no, of course not, but I can only deal with one shock at a time… I'm mostly just glad you hadn't kicked me in the groin instead… Not that I'm saying not to, if you ever feel the need to escape. You should do what you have to—just… well it's a personal relief." He quickly found himself talking into a rather deep hole; and not one he wanted to be in for long. So he just lowered his head and raised his fingers towards his temples to massage out the dwindling ache in his head. "Anyway… How does this tie in with Isabela and Lasher being down here?"

Leliana was reviled when Anders hadn't taken the news of her smashing his head practically in with that mug when she did. It wasn't as if she had wanted to, but as more of the spur of anger and frustration got to its highest, with Justice and it showed its self very well that moment. Which she hoped would never come out to be seen again against him. But of course the rouge had given a slight shake of her head to his response of her needing an escaping, as she slid her palm off his thigh and retreated it to her own as her digits bounced off one another.

"I didn't like doing that you know… I'm not afraid of Justice, so I don't think I will have to hurt your precious cargo any time soon." She teased lightly as she reached out to cup the palm of her hand around the base of the mages neck while her fingertips gently caressed in her hold. "I did try to clean ya up though… I couldn't have ya wake all bloodied now could I?"

As her hand slid down his back she listened to his questions on Isabela and Lasher. Making her notice she had completely left that part of the story out. But maybe she was just giving him time to adjust to one story at a time? Either way, he had asked she was clearly willing to answer, bringing her to part her lips allowing a quick sigh to pass as she began her explaining… Yet again… "Right… About them… Ummm Jowan was talking about a pirate trying to find you, to speak to ya. So I suggested I should come along since I knew her and when we left and got on the wounded coast we ran into Tempest and Lasher fighting, and Tempest had gone all crazy, wacko abomination style and I… Not so smartly got in the middle, because Tempest still looked like Tempest! And he grabbed me and I kicked him in the groin. Then Izzy and Arlen jumped in, did there part and just as Jowan was going to attack Arlen told him not to and went after the run away Tempest. And in the midst of the battle Lasher was hurt pretty badly and Jowan patched him up and then we brought him to you…" Taking a short pause for a breather, Leliana sighed softly to herself. "I'm sure Isabela still wants to see you too ya know."

Anders tried to keep up with her story as best he could, picking out the most important parts to dwell on as she continued. Though the fact that Leliana had even left was disheartening to him, the more important thing was the current issue with Tempest. It would be much harder for mages to feel secure if there were talk of other abominations running loose above ground; not to mention of what dreaded fate would await Tempest after his 'change' being discovered by the Circle and the two Pro-Andrastian Orders here.

"This is bad… This is very, very bad." He said as his eyes glanced away in thought.

Anders knew he needed to find Arlen and Tempest before any templars had done so: Starkhaven or otherwise. This would have ultimately began pushing Anders's need to strike even closer than before as well. He knew he couldn't save Tempest, but perhaps he could at least hide his 'change' from the rest of Kirkwall—or at least the ones in Kirkwall who knew of him.

He paused a moment, knowing that he was going to slightly regret this decision, but at the same time Anders believed that it needed to be done. He needed to confront these two mages and help to put one—if not then possibly both—out of such misery as quietly as possible.

"Leliana, do you happen to remember exactly where in the Wounded Coast that this fighting started?" He asked, feeling his frown crease slightly even more. Anders started to move across the floor in thought; pacing in a worried tone as he continued. "It's best if Isabela waits before seeing me anyhow. There are bigger problems at our doorstep; more than she realizes… We mustn't allow the abomination to fall in the hands of any Templars or the Divine. For the 'Special Zone' cannot afford anymore bad publicity against its independence."

Leliana's hues had followed Anders as he rose up from the couch and began his pacing from one spot to another. Which had eventually brought the rouge to arch a curious brow as well; as it made her wonder what was going through his mind when he spoke of this being 'very bad' Of course Leliana knew it wasn't the best thing for others above them to find out of Tempest and his 'change' but it really wasn't their problem, and one would think Arlen would eventually find him and do with him as he pleased as it seemed Arlen clearly didn't want any of their help.

The rouge shook her head finally to the asked question to her if she had remembered the place where they were, and place her palms behind her as she pushed herself up as well to a standing position to walk over to the mage as each of her hands had found her hips. "I do." She responded back in a blanked expression as she blinked a few times, allowing her arms to drop back down to her sides.

Leliana hadn't really wanted to go back up to the surface, for multiple reasons of course. One being if either of them were caught, maybe it's one reason upon many why she was so irate with Justice for going up there so carelessly, since it was such a large risk. She didn't trust hardly anyone up there now besides her friends, after what had happened to her recently, something she didn't want either of them to go through. "What are you planning? I doubt it's any good for either of us to go back up there, and I bet Tempest and Arlen are long gone by now…"

"Experiences and memories of those experiences are of the few most precious things to a mage. Such things define an individual's life. So, they are also what a demon bends to their use if they find any interest in them." Anders explained quickly. "An abomination shares the same memories that it's vessel inhabits. If he chooses to stay in Kirkwall, then we have to get it before any templars."

Anders knew of what he had to do, but he didn't want to actually have to tell her. He wasn't even completely even sure of what needed to be done. After all ther were different types of ways a demon could gain control of a mage. Anders had only hoped that it wasn't as dire as Leliana was saying. Still, for the sake of Kirkwall and possibly even his revolution, he had to see for himself. So, after the urgency of needing to leave soon, he finished strapping his boots on and instructed for Leliana to lead him to the spot along the Wounded Coast.

Meanwhile, a few yards away from the previous area, the battle between Arlen and Vince had continued. Arlen continued to run, moving backwards and deflecting the attacks being thrown at him. He had to lure Tempest away from the other people before this demon inside of him would cause any harm, or before any of the templars could catch him. He was stuck at an impasse since he didn't want Tempest no more in any danger than anyone else. Arlen cherished him and looked up to him. He would risk anything for Tempest, because he had done the same for him and Arlen knew he would do the same for anyone else. He knew that Tempest was a good man, and he knew that this demon was not him.

He was reaching the outer boarders of the Wounded Coast, which headed straight into the Wilds, when suddenly a blast of lightening struck the ground directly behind him. The force from the damage drilled a hole into the earth, and pushed Arlen into the air to turn and roll away in his loss of focus. His back was singed from the electricity, but his adrenaline was too high to really feel it. Reaching up, he rubbed his eyes free from the smudge of dirt and soil.

When the dust had started to clear, the figure of Arlen's predator appeared, walking towards him. His hair was dark like Tempest, his eyes were blue just like him, and even his skin and face all resembled Tempest. It was because Vince was Tempest, and Tempest was Vince. He had lost all control. The only thing that seemed strange was that Vince did not take the shape of an abomination; rather he seemed to remain complete within Tempest's body instead of attempting to morph it. Arlen hated that. This demon should not look like the man he had come to love and admire for so long from afar. It was too cruel.

Vince laughed when came close, stopping at only a few feet in front of him. "Well, this is fun. Normally, people seem to die easily, but you are a hard target to catch. I almost enjoy this cat-and-mouse game."

Arlen glared at him and started to stand back up. "How dare you continue to take Tempest's form! You have no right to claim anything that's his!"

"Excuse me. I have every right." Vince argued and started to walk towards him by a few paces; then at last stopped once more. "Tempest sought control and power. He sacrificed his soul every time he relied on my strength. Now, he and I are one and the same, and I have been completely reborn within him."

"Tempest sacrificed the memories of everything and everyone he loved in order to protect them!" Arlen snapped back. "You'll never compare to that."

Vince flinched some from the words. His eyes narrowed at him quickly; as though he was trying to figure this person out. If he really wanted to, he could searched through Tempest's memories to know who this stranger was, but that required energy—energy that Vince was not ready to waste on doing for while in the middle of a fight. So, the vulnerability slightly showed this one time.

"…Alright… " The abomination started to growl. "Who are you?"

The Force Mage watched him carefully, but he didn't answer him right away. He was seeing Vince flinching –reaching up to grasp his head as if he was suffering from some kind of headache. When Vince started to walk towards him again, Arlen held up his hands quickly and used the spell of gravity to stop the other in his tracks.

The demon scowled, finding that for that brief moment, he couldn't move. He shook his shoulders and struggled until at last giving in to fall down to his knees. He raised his voice to shout at him from his frustration. "I asked you who you are! Now, tell me!"

Arlen pondered for the moment as he watched the struggle. How he hated seeing Tempest in any form of pain, especially now that it was by his own hands this time. It was something Arlen never thought he would ever have to resort to. Though, from watching this demon's struggle; it did start to make Arlen question just how deeply rooted this possession was. He and Tempest never spoke of the matter before, and he quickly hoped that maybe it was just a fluke. Maybe it would all go away if he could just get the true person inside of him to remember who he was. Then the real Tempest would come out…

"Can you hear me, Tempest. It's me, Arlen… Your friend." He finally answered, but he hadn't lowered his hands from his current spell yet. "I was freezing and half-starved upon a Chantry's doorstep when you took me in. You stood up for me and gave me a home, even when you didn't know anything of my past sins."

"I… did all that?" Vince questioned, at a complete loss. His head was hurting as images were starting to form in his mind. He saw flashes of the past rolling in nonstop sequences that were almost too fast to catch and acknowledge. His head lowered towards the ground where he rested for the moment.

"Aye… And when I was nearing death, you tugged at the fabric of the Fade. You used magic to find my soul and pull me back to the living." Arlen said, feeling the swelling of emotion building deeper from inside. "You saw good things in me where I couldn't. And I… I've loved you ever since."

"A-Arlen… What is this…?" The bloodmage started to question. He finally gave in to the weight of Arlen's spell and lowered his shoulders next. "My head-I… remember,…and the Chantry. It's fuzzy but it all makes sense."

Arlen felt tears swelling in his eyes from the relief. Perhaps he had saved Tempest's soul and sanity after all. Perhaps, he was finally 'coming back' to him. Arlen lowered his hands and he rushed down towards him. His arms opened up wide and he hugged him gently. He was so happy to have had Tempest back that he looked past everything, even the words of his confession from before.

"You remember? Praise the Maker!" He started to say in his relief.

However, the bloodmage moved quickly once the spell of gravitation was lifted from him. He moved against Arlen's hold, pushing him away and surged a strong pulse of electricity through him. Arlen's body convulsed against the shocking waves. His skin started to smoke and his muscle tissue was being burned from the inside. He could not stop shaking in the agony, but Arlen didn't have the breath—nor even the stigmatic impulse to cry out from the pain.

When he finally had dropped dead to the ground, the bloodmage just stared at him a moment longer. A smile slowly started to form onto his lips. "Afraid not. You were friends with the 'old' Tempest; not me."

Tears suddenly started to subconsciously appear from Vince's eyes when he looked down at Arlen's dead body. He reached up, feeling something wet against his face and touched where the tears started to stream down in a river. A jolt of pain shot through his brain, turning his knees weak and he soon fell down to the ground. Something was wrong. He knew this person, and yet he didn't. Seeing his lifeless corpse tore at him. Vince felt as if the very sight carved a hole in his chest, and he hollered from the emotional pain and confusion of it all.

"What…? What is this…?" He sobbed; unable to control the quakes in his body.

By that time, Anders and Leliana had finally managed to catch up to them. Anders saw Arlen's lifeless body laying on the ground, and 'Tempest' hunched over, pressing his head back into the ground. He was sobbing uncontrollably and shaking as if he was attempting to over-come some huge horror. Of course seeing this was driving a quick anger in Anders, and within seconds of the very sight caused Justice to start emerging from him.

"What have you done?" Justice questioned as he marched towards him. His glare remained fixed on him, but careful—just in case the other may would retaliate against him. "Are you so determined to prove you have no control? What kind of sick being would kill what he wished to protect?"

"He was not …worth protecting… ! I-I didn't… know him!" Vince scowled, shaking his head and reached up to claw his fingers into his hair. He pressed the palms of his hands tight in the attempt to block out the sudden flashes of old memories. "These memories are not mine! They're not from me!"

"Then why are you suffering this much?" Justice demanded, feeling his voice booming louder than usual. He moved slightly to put his staff against his back and then started to march closer towards him.

Vince raised his head and started to smash it against the ground. His fists clutched at the grass and dirt. He could feel the blood beginning to pour from each wound he caused by bashing his head downward. However, he was doing it to stop the images of Arlen from flashing in his mind still.

"From the moment I was reborn, those memories were wiped away." Vince argued firmly and stared at the blood trickling down to the soil close to him. "They were not a part of me before the merger with this mortal and they should be forgotten!"

"You're wrong!" Justice shouted and reached down, grabbing Vince by his feathered collar and moved to lift him up.

"Those memories are what defined the soul you merged with! They are as much a part of you now as they were from before. You can't just erase them from ever existing! They're the only things that soul chose, and 'knowing' this you still chose to merge with him. You chose those memories and everything he chose just as much as if he chose them on his own."

He then turned his body so that he would have been forced to look back at the sin he committed. "Look at him. Look at him and acknowledge what you've done! Can you not hear the writhing agony you've caused to yourself? You're destroying everything you've ever cared for and casting loved ones aside like garbage! You're a fool… If you turn your back on everything that you've wanted, you have no right to call yourself who you are!"

As the two had come up to the fallen Arlen and possessed Tempest. Quickly Leliana's emeralds hues went to Arlen in shock to see his scorched lifeless body. And even a part of her torn inside, for thinking he could handle this all on his own, maybe if she hadn't been so carefree earlier they could have gotten here sooner, and he still would be living. As she eventually caught her aspirated breath she shifted her gaze from Arlen to Tempest, flinching at the sight of him smashing his skull into the ground. If it weren't for Justice's take on the matter she wouldn't have shifted her attention to the mage lastly. This brought Leliana to step forward with an outstretched arm towards the mage but she hadn't grasped him.

"Justice!" She pleaded as she turned her head to the side the moment he impaled his staff into the 'Tempests' shell. In which finally took a few steady steps towards him and with her hand, she clasped around his shoulder to hopefully take his attention off of crouched over male.

Sure Leliana was just as angered, if not possibly more so than Justice/Anders. But hadn't shown it as much as she knew from seeing and hearing Arlen's words and actions that he didn't want them to hurt him even if Tempest was the way he was brought her to try and follow his wishes even if he were dead from the possessed man he thought he could bring back.

"Arlen for some reason didn't want to take his life… We should respect his wishes… Somehow." She stated with a dropping of her hand from his shoulder finally as she stepped around Anders form and looked down upon Tempest's shell sighing at the sight of the blood crested around his brow. "I know it's a big risk, but isn't there anything else we can do besides kill him?"

"He's an abomination, woman, and an unstable one. He deserves death!" Justice seethed but hadn't really moved nor let up despite Leliana's pleading.

Vince head rolled from one side to the next as he was being rough-handled. His eyes rested back onto Justice at last. "As if you have any right to judge me."

Justice shifted his hold around Tempest's coat, balling it up into his left hand and quickly switched his right hand to grasp the top of Vince's head. He seemed to quickly use lightening spells against even those that his 'vessel' cared for; perhaps he needed to feel it himself… to the death.

"Drop him, Mage." Fenris's voice demanded as he and a small handful of templars approached the scene.

It took Justice a minute to try and calm himself a bit before at last beginning to leave Anders's consciousness. The need for Justice's power wasn't required, and in truth Anders was pleading to try and regain his control. This one time; considering the circumstances, Justice was going to allow this. Once the cracks of light began to leave his skin, Anders had started to lower the man.

"And just where have you been?" Anders started to ask the elf; almost accusingly—as if quickly to place Arlen's death on the Templars for not showing up in time.

"If you want the truth, Naomi has been trying to give 'you' time." Fenris growled back at him, but kept his blade still aimed towards him. "For what, I don't know…"

Leliana wasn't going to argue, seeing as how Justice wouldn't listen to her so there was little one person could do. Still it did make her wish he was still concealed, and Anders was still out instead when he had called her 'woman'. Making the rouge to turn a shoulder, crossing her arms and take a few paces back in a frustrated stance. Which all halted the moment she saw a familiar face come in; Fenris'. A warm smile had started to form on the corner of her lips, pulling at to the center, making the rouge step up almost quickly towards the elf until she saw the Templars behind him. Causing Leliana drop her arms from her sides and rush back her few steps back to Anders and stand somewhat beside/behind him.

As she peered around the mage she looked to the elf with an arch brow in a curious manner of speaking of Naomi. That she couldn't help but part her lips and ask out towards the elf and Anders both. "Time for what?" Was almost whispered as Fenris had said he hadn't known, but maybe Anders did? She hadn't even taken much notice until she actually looked more to Anders that Anders had overcome Justice. Bringing an almost smile to smear across her lips.

Leliana hadn't minded if her questions had been answered at that moment after all as she grasped towards Anders hand and gave a light tug to hopefully lead him away. "Well since you got this now." She started with a wave of a finger towards the elf and Templars. "We should be off." She finished with a nod of her head, attempting to make their leave as quickly as possible. Seeing as how she didn't want their stay on the surface being long for Fenris and Anders to being arguing as they usually did or the Templars to act on duties, and attack both her and Anders both. Killing Templars once was quiet enough for her and one she wished not to do anytime soon again.

"Wait…" Anders said to her for the moment and then turned his attention to the approaching group. He still had Tempest's form lifted from the ground though, despite Fenris's previous order. "What will you do to this person if I surrender him over to you? Are you going to kill him?"

Fenris lowered his blade some once he started to move closer towards them. He reached to his side and pulled out a long rope of chains that glowed with magical restraints and barriers. With Anders's help in keeping the abomination pinned against its will, the two worked together in binding him.

"We knew him once. The only honorable thing we can do that wouldn't involve actually taking his life would be to turn him tranquil." The elf answered and dragged the being out of Anders's care. He glanced back over towards him briefly before turning away. "Don't worry. This is one time the incident won't be held against you. If we wanted, we could just take you all in."

"You could try." Anders provoked; feeling the compelling nature in the thought of it almost too great to remain silent.

Fenris growled some as he moved to place his large blade back against his back's holster, and continued to walk away from the scene. "Don't tempt me further, or I will go against Naomi's wishes."

"Oh, yes, yes. We wouldn't want to oppose a force like that, would we?" Anders scoffed some, but eventually turned around to head away from the scene as well.

Leliana huffed lightly under her breath as Anders fought her on leaving, making the rouge to change her stance to a cross armed one with her hip cocked out to one side as her fingertips tapped slightly impatiently on her elbow in wait for the mage. She was just waiting on the Templars to make their move, one she didn't want to wait for either that she shot her orbs over every couple of seconds to catch a guarded glace to see if any of them dared to get close to her or Anders.

A part of Leliana also wanted to know where Aragorn was in all this mess of things. Usually he was one to tag along in such events to help whenever it was needed. She hoped the Warden wasn't caught in the 'special zone' by the others as an intruder. If Anders had found out she kept that from him about Aragorn coming to see her, she knew that probably would have at least been Justices breaking point with her. One she didn't want to cross. And just as she was about to part her lips and ask of the Warden Fenris had begun speaking of Tempest's fate. Making the red-heads lower eye lid to twitch out of shock. She wasn't sure what was worst to her, death or made tranquil. Both were almost the same as being tranquil seemed as if one was already dead, at least inside from the way of their emotions being taken away. But there was little she could do, or any of them could do. Seeing as this was the last resort for the blood mage.

"Now boys…" She began to speak out towards the two in their sudden and expected bickering. "No arguing." She added with sway of her finger to both of the men until her hues stopped to Anders and she took a final step back towards him. "The nice Templars have decided to leave us alone, let's not dwell on why, shall we?" She whispered in a small lean towards Anders as she tried to regain her grasp on the mage. "Plus we have other things to tend to… Don't you remember?" She asked with an arch of her brow, as she finally took a second to glance over her shoulder to the elf in her farewell. "It's always nice seeing you Fenris. Try to take good care of him?"

"As it is my duty." Fenris answered a confirmation to Leliana in between their moment of leaving.

Anders shook his head some, at seeing Arlen's body, once he and Leliana had started to approach. He was at the moment lost in his thoughts of preparing to dig a burial for the mean when suddenly the body before them made a jolting move. Anders arms quickly moved around Leliana, and he turned her along with his side in order to have kept her entire form protected. His brown eyes peeked over his shoulder, though to keep watch of what was happening.

"By the Maker…" Anders started to swear from his surprise at the moment, and from simply being caught off guard.

Arlen's arm reached out towards the setting sun. He looked as though he was trying to grasp it, but of course the object would have been too far away for that. His eyes slowly opened and he started to groan before rolling over to his stomach.

"He's alive?" Anders questioned to himself and slowly started to release Leliana from his hold. "Can't be. That spell at that velocity and close range surely should have killed him…"

Ice-blue eyes darted against the bright orange colors in the sky; looking around to find Tempest. He was nowhere to be found. When at last his eyes looked at Anders approaching him, Arlen attempted to stand up to his feet. However, when he tried to move his body it felt almost unresponsive. The muscles seemed heavier and his reflexes felt slower than they should have been. Such drastic changes was causing his reactions slower and almost stumble upon moving until he fell quickly back down.

"Hey, now, take it easy." Anders spoke gently in his attempt to keep the other calm. He looked him over briefly to see if there were any majorly bleeding wounds, but hadn't found any. "You've took a nasty blow to the head earlier. How are you feeling?"

The question was irrelevant. Arlen just tilted his head towards him and rebelliously started to push himself back into a sitting position. "Where's Tempest?"

"He's gone." Anders frowned some, with having to tell bad news—how he hated to do it. He sighed and closed his eyes reluctantly in his moment to answer him. "He's gone, Arlen—"

"No…" The other man uttered, feeling his lips tremble from a quick silent sob. His hands reached up, grabbing Anders's feathered cloak, and upon the moment of attempting to plead to him, Arlen's balance was lost and he fell over on top of Anders. He shifted quickly, almost seeming to have straddled him, but his hands were turning into fists, clutching at the fabric and started to even shake him. "No! I said not to hurt him! Didn't anyone listen to me-?"

Anders looked away from him, but he didn't fight against the man since there was no telling how Arlen was even still breathing. "There was nothing anyone could do. He was long gone by his own hands, Arlen. The demon has taken over him completely."

The clenched right fist Arlen had raised into the air and punched down against the ground close to Anders's head, but the other blonde hadn't flinched. Anders merely waited for Arlen's sobs to break down and once he started to crumble above him, that was when Anders started to move. He hugged Arlen for comfort, knowing of how it felt to lose a friend, even someone of who he loved.

Though upon setting Arlen back and standing on his own two feet again, Anders had noticed something… When his hands were previously to Arlen's chest and back, in his motion of helping himself back to his feet, Anders realized that Arlen's vital signs were actually still missing. He paused and reached out to help Arlen to his feet, but while in doing so pressed his hand back against the man's chest again just to make sure. Arlen stared down at the ground, seemingly otherwise unresponsive for the time being. The Force Mage quietly reached up and rubbed away the tears from his eyes and the dirt from his face.

"Arlen…? You… don't have a heartbeat." Anders finally said and looked at him curiously.

Leliana had given a soft smile to the elf in his response and a nod of her head. Her optics had followed Fenris and the Templars on their leave, as she had eventually felt a sense of weight taken off her shoulders. How she hated feeling so 'trapped' when among Templars now. When she had practically befriended many before her leave. Though little did she know if they were the few casutilties that they had taken down when she freed Anders, all she could do was not think on the matter and move forward.

Which she did, taking a single step that was suddenly interrupted by Anders sudden grasp around her frame, causing the rouge to jump out in fright and look around (as well as she could) in attempt to see if the Templars had changed their minds, or more had come upon them. But as Anders had looked around and over his shoulder, Leliana had tried the same in attempt to look over the mages shoulder. All she could see was slight movement, causing her to furrow her brows in fright.

It wasn't until Anders words filled her ears that she began to shift her cranium upwards to glance up to the mage in his release around her and give a questionable look. She of course had a few questions, but watching Arlen rise as well as he could was preoccupying her mind as of now.

She watched with anticipation to see if the male would really rise to his feet. As she was just as flabbergasted as Anders to see such an occurring of events before them, as it did seem Arlen was dead. Yet here he was speaking to them. Leliana couldn't help but shake her head and close her eyes in an almost defeated manner as she side stepped away from Anders as Arlen had begun his cries. "I'm sorry Arlen…" She whispered back with a fold of her arms over her chest. "As Anders said there was little we could do, but if it helps I tried to make others listen to what you asked before. Of not wanting Tempest hurt." She admitted with a forced smile upon her lips.

When she reopened her eyes she looked towards the two males from the corners of her sockets, as shock filled her orbs. Seeing Arlen hover above Anders and then throw down a fist brought the rouge to suddenly take a step towards the duo. But she halted, seeing the pain which filled Arlen and she knew Anders could clearly take care of his own.

So she shifted to the side yet once more folding her once dangling arms back over her chest as she sighed some in a soft manner as her head tilted up to the skies above. It wasn't until Anders words had passed her ear drums that the rouge had glanced back over to the two; and gave the oddest of expressions. "You must be crazy." She whispered back to Anders with a trail towards the duo, as she halted no more than a few feet away so she could reach out towards Arlen's chest for herself to feel the heartbeat which should have been there. But before she had even giving herself a chance to feel it she began to speak out of line once more. "He wouldn't be standing if—" Then she paused, out of utter shock and began to shift her hand around the cavity of his chest.

Eventually her hand came to a standstill and her hues had shifted up towards Arlen in question. "How are you standing… Or talking for that matter!?"

Arlen looked at Leliana momentarily and then back down at his chest. He reached up with his soiled hand and pressed it against the coverage of where his heartbeat should have been. Much like the other two who had mimicked the same wonderings before himself, Arlen came to acknowledge that the statement was true. His body was barely even warm anymore. He could literally feel the warmth seeping away from his skin even then. It was then that Arlen knew, the resurrection spell that was once used to keep his vital signs alive, was now damaged beyond anyone's available knowledge of repair.

"I've… been dead for a long time." He admitted and dropped his hand back down at his side. "The Chantry in Marothius had been under attack twice. During the first battle, I sacrificed myself in order to ensure the Chantry's protection. Upon Tempest's return, I was revived in order to protect the Chantry again when Lasher came… and destroyed it."

"But-eh… But how?" Anders fumbled some in his confusion at trying to figure things out. "Not that I haven't seen a walking corpse before—no offense—but something like that would require an enormous amount of magical energy."

Arlen reached to his right side with his matching hand and brushed his fingers lightly over the grotesquely stapled area before dropping his eyes down towards it. He started to speak gently again in his answer. "It was Tempest's wish that I remained on Thedas. He concealed the Book of Fadione into my body."

"That must be what's keeping you connected here instead of passing on to the Maker." Anders concluded.

The shrug from Arlen's shoulders indicated of his little knowledge of the actual object to be confirmed. All he really knew was that from then onward, he was chosen to be the new Messiah: the Keeper of Fadione. It could have been destiny or fate, but Arlen would have rather liked to believe that he chose this path since he would have taken it anyway.

"Maybe I can help…" Anders started to say and reached back up to touch Arlen's chest again.

His hands started to glow with healing magic. After a few pulses of the spell being pushed through him, Anders paused in order to feel a reaction. The other man remained simply standing there in quiet, but there was no desired reaction from the healing spell. There was no effect at all. Brown eyes furrowed together as Anders tried to heal him again. Yet again, there was no desired effect from the spell.

"You're wasting your energy." Arlen spoke up after a while and reached out to still the hands over him and gently guided them away. His eyes finally looked up towards Anders's own as he continued to speak. "This was a spell done by bloodmagic… and there is no equivalent exchange great enough to return my heartbeat."

Leliana had eventually stepped back after Arlen had begun placing his own hands on his chest, and she watched intently. Almost waiting for him to tumble over, to a dead stop; or for them to wake up from this odd moment. Since it all seemed so surreal.

Eventually Leliana drew the courage to look away from Arlen and shift her attention to Anders as he commented on this book Arlen spoke of still keeping him here; which brought the red-head to shift to one side to take a glance of what Arlen was brushing his fingers along. But from the dropping of his hand and to Anders speaking of him maybe being able to help somehow brought the rouge to drop her gaze from the wound and watch Anders begin his work on Arlen.

Being curious, Leliana had stepped in a bit further than before trying to catch a glimmer of hope from either of them. Hoping that in the back of her mind that somehow Anders could start his still heart once more. But from seeing Anders second attempt brought the rouge to slouch down and turn back around. It wasn't until Arlen had spoken that she had glanced back over her should to the two and arch a curious brow to them both. "So now what…? We can't just leave you here…"

Arlen paused some and scratched his head. For the first time, in a long time, he had been given a moment to actually pause and think about his options. He would have returned back to Sole and Julien to protect the rest of the people, but by now it was obvious that Arlen's secret of being a mage was actually known to them. They wouldn't accept him back even if he did return to them.

"I'll… leave Kirkwall." He finally concluded and looked back towards Leliana in his answer. "I'll find a way into the Fade with the book, and somehow keep it protected."

Anders looked as if he wanted to have argued the statement but Arlen seemed too dedicated in his choice. He could sense that Arlen believed to have owed Tempest that much for everything given to him. So, the mages hadn't said anything else to one other. They merely nodded to each other in return and took their leave, going in separate ways. As Anders wrapped his arm back around Leliana and guided her away with him, his passing thoughts of the ancient Tevinter magic dwindled on the assumption that most of its mysteries would forever remain so.

Once Leliana and Anders reached back to their Safety Zone, Anders had taken the time to speak with Isabela and Lasher about what had happened to Tempest and Arlen. Naturally they had wanted to leave to find them, but Anders insisted for them to stay and finish resting. He really wouldn't have wanted to use force, but at the same time Anders was not about to allow them to leave just yet either.

With Leliana back with him at his inner quarters, and having only his thoughts to worry over, Anders was finally somewhat seeming to have been at ease again. He closed the door behind him after he and Leliana had stepped inside. Resting the back of his neck against the door, he closed his eyes and sighed; allowing his thoughts to continue.

"That was too close…" He spoke out loud, thinking of the templars and then of his past discussion with Isabela and Lasher—trying to talk them into staying a little while longer. "I can't keep convincing them like this… I'll have to resort to force soon."