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.

39. Chapter 39

The past week or so Leliana had felt more lively and younger than she had in months. She had taken any opportunity to find Anders and just have any kind of time spent with him even if it was to do the simplest of things on bringing him food and checking up on him. But of course she had other things to attend to, and that was the obvious of taking care of Baelfire. She didn't want to pawn him off on any staff member she found at the time, so she tried to rarely do such and when she felt like it was too much on whomever she was asking she brought the boy along with her.

Thinking back to the week when Leliana had previously went to try and find someone to offer her time to she had noted she had never been able to do this as Anders interruption had otherwise clouded her thinking process and brought her mind to wander and focus more on her family. But as time went on and things seemed to come to a calmer state, Leliana took that chance to try again. Though her trails came in several errors of offering her services to help in any way she could as the people once more couldn't be found. She wasn't sure if it was a sign to not even try or what, but it was very irritating whatever it may have been. That she had glanced down to Baelfire whom was wide awake cradled within her arms playing with what looked like was a crafted doll. "I guess we'll do something else." Leliana sighed as she halted in her tracks and in doing so neared the wall where she leaned against. "What do you want to do?" She asked towards Baelfire whom she wasn't expecting an answer from but out of habit she asked away anyways.

The young baby had glanced up to his mother once her eyes had seemed to settle on him. Though he didn't answer like she expected, but he did bring the toy to his lips and began nawing on the end of the doll before looking down in no set direction it seemed, at least that was until the shutting of the door across them was heard.

Leliana blinked a few times before glancing up from Baelfire, from there she saw Fenris exiting the room and walking down the hall. She was almost tempted to ask if Anders was in the room which he came from but from his quick exit she figured as much and stepped forward towards the door and from there opened the door in a small crack to peak herself slowly through the doorway. From there she saw Anders standing in the room, a bright smile smeared across her lips as she attempted in a silent way to step up behind him. But all this was a failed attempt as Baelfire's unexpected simple chatting and cooing had begun. She froze almost in mid-step as she looked down to the boy and brought a single finger to her lips before looking back up to Anders who obviously Baelfire had his sights on. It was noticeable the boy was enamored with his father, which was adorable but near impossible to attempt a sneak attack on Anders if she had him with her.

"What are you doing in here all alone?" She asked finally breaking her silence as she took a few more steps towards Anders and glanced around the room before dropping her eyes to the mage. "I hope you're not thinking too hard, being too serious, it gives you wrinkles."

Anders hadn't looked towards the door at the moment, since his thoughts had kept him staring back down at the table for the moment. Though when he heard the baby's noises for attention, Anders had jumped a little and dropped the spoon he was twirling previously between his fingers. The look he had casted towards his son was brief, but it was almost foreign due to his mild state of shock. Within moments he relaxed and sank back into the chair. A more welcoming expression returned to him at last after acknowledging that –(of course!)—it was his own son and his lover.

He chuckled a little towards her words and reached blindly for one of the fruit that remained on the table. "I agree… I clearly have enough of them already."

Anders bit down on the fruit in the sudden realization that what he had in his mouth was actually an orange. The bitter peel in his mouth quickly caused Anders to turn away and spit it out. He then tried to reinstate what pride he kept, sinking comfortably back into the chair for a third possible time and gestured towards the seat that was next to the table close to him.

"Bring Baelfire closer and have a seat, love. There's something I must discuss with you both." He stated gently for the moment but gradually turned his attention back to the orange. He started to peel away the rine from the fruit; exposing the soft and juicy flesh it held from within his grasp.

From the sudden chatter of the silverware making a contact with solidness of the platform it had fell on, Leliana had shifted her head. She couldn't help want to know what exactly was putting him so on edge and not as aware to his surroundings as he usually was as things did seem a bit off but she didn't want to ask right away with all these signs after all. So Leliana smiled in an amused manner at the mention of Anders having enough wrinkles as it were. She would have commented on this of him having not as many as he believed but from his sudden bite into the orange brought her to squint her eyes in a response of uncertain yet, yuck expression from biting into the pealing.

"Is everything alright?" She asked curiously, as she felt herself stepping in closer but then paused a few feet from the table. When he had offered her a seat next she had arched a curious brow. Not to sit but on the mentioning of them needing to talk. That almost, always led into odd situations. But she wasn't one to fight him, if he did need to talk, whatever it was, she would listen to what he had to say. She fought back the sigh as her eyes shifted towards the chair she was offered and sat down. From there she shifted Baelfire around until the boy had sat upright with his back pressed against her chest as her arms wrapped around his front.

"Remember what I said, don't be too serious." She teased with a wave of her finger as she rested her back as well against the rest of the chair awaiting as patiently as one could to hear what he had to say to them both.

"I… think I should be…well for a little while at least." Anders sighed when Leliana came closer.

He delved into the orange and dug out a few pieces of the pulp. Looking back towards Baelfire, he gently placed some of the small pieces of fruit into his mouth to taste and keeping the piece of it securely in place so that his son could finish it. Anders then looked back up towards Leliana as he tried to find the right words say.

"I know there is a lot of this you probably don't want to hear, but it's something that I need to say, so just hear me out to the end of it." He began hesitantly and started to recoil his hand and then proceed in the continued motion of feeding his son small pieces of the orange. "I… I admit that I haven't been the man you need, Leliana. I haven't really been the father our son needs either. The war has me so consumed that I clearly cannot even be the ruler Kirkwall needs me to be. I'm at a loss with a weighted decision, and I don't think Justice has any insight to it either."

He glanced down momentarily and looked back up towards her. "I want to be better than this. I want to break from the hierarchy norm that the Chantry and most of Thedas ordained has already ordained. I've broken barriers just by being a mage and obtaining a Viscount's title, though I'm still surprised at how all of this has come about…"

"What I'm trying to say is, -and I know this isn't the most romantic way of doing this—" He began and paused for moment yet again. All of this pro-longing had to have a point somewhere, it was just that Anders was still in the middle of thinking on his feet. He finally shook his head and decided that if he didn't say something then Leliana would have surely thought of him being suspicious by then.

"I love you. I love you and I love our son. I don't want to ever end up in a world without either of you. I want to marry you, Leliana—but don't give me answer to anything just yet because this isn't the right time." He spoke rather quickly and closed his eyes shut for the moment; as if pushing out anything she possibly would have said right then.

"Just, hear me out… The thing is... we both know that we're not exactly around mage-friendly territories." He continued and started to open his eyes; looking back up at her once more.

"If we were to marry, I don't know what changes that will bring. We could still be shunned from nearly the entire world. Not that we're not already at odds ends with the rest of the Earth, but at least currently—if something were to ever happen to me, you could still manage to accomplish a greater status with the Court and possibly even keep what titles we have here in Kirkwall. So… Right now, I need to go on a journey for a short while… I need to reestablish specific treaties with the rest of the nearby kingdoms to continue what trade we can maintain here."

Anders paused a moment and then pulled back his hand once Baelfire had finished eating his orange slice. He fought back the notion of trying to cuddle the boy; at least for now. "And I need to go on this journey alone… No, …that's actually not right either because Fenris is accompanying me; excuse that last part… But do you understand?"

Leliana had glanced down in the moment Anders began to feed their son the small pieces of orange, just so he wouldn't have a difficult time swallowing if he decided to lean back with her, she readjusted her position back to its upright sitting position before looking back up to Anders in his few words that were spoken to her. Right off she raised an eye brow as her curiosity got the best of her wondering what it was she wouldn't want to hear from him. But she would do as he wished and wouldn't try to speak, or at least try not to. But the moment he had started she felt her cranium shift to one side in wonder of his words. She knew those were his thoughts and his alone and that she couldn't change them. But what she had thought of Anders was completely different. She knew (almost) from the start involving herself with him meant she would have little time with him. She always hated it but it was always a part of the job so to speak so she truly tried to not let that bother her.

She did admire him on him wanting to be better than what he was and staying as silent as long as she had was nearing to the impossible with every sentence passed. She knew it was difficult for him going along with the Chantry and their terms not to mention being Kirkwall's newest leader. No one that was use to authority usually never liked the idea of taking such a stance. Or at least this is what she saw with previous situations. But for Anders she knew he was handling it better than most. (That most being Alistair for example xD)

Leliana felt her curiosity risen once more. But this was on behalf of his romantic statement, not to mention the long pause between. She almost parted her lips to begin to push him forward in talking further but once she had reached out with her extended arm and pointed out index his words had filled her ears in a sense she wasn't certain if she had heard him correctly.

A part of her had wanted to scream out the words yes a hundred times over but even if she could manage she felt as if the words wouldn't even muster to come out of her lips in a proper sentence. She had always known Anders had loved her, but to hear the certain words of him wishing to marry her was on a completely different level even if it wasn't made for this time. They might have been shunned by just about everyone in Theda's and yes it was looked down upon when one married a mage but it was something she wanted and that something she wished to share with him for all eternity.

"I-I-I" She shuttered in a soft whisper that eventually brought one of her hands to her lips to cover her lips to silence herself before she had made an utter fool of herself with her broken grammar. In doing this she dropped her head and further listened to Anders nodding her head to him explaining one thing after another. She didn't care for titles, as she would truly want to marry Anders because of the love she had shared with him and to be joined in yet another way for the rest of their days. With her head still bowed with only her thoughts to collect in her mind she began to glance up from the mentioning of him leaving. Leliana couldn't help but frown at the thought and shake her head, fighting against him already of having to be separated again and so soon didn't sit well with her. Even though it should have, since it was for the best. But still why couldn't she go and Fenris stay instead?

"You can't go." She pleaded as she attempted to reach for his hand with hers. "We just reunited… I don't… I can't be separated from you so soon. I need you, we need you. Why can't we go in place of Fenris? Why does he have to go?" She knew she was breaking the small promise she had made him of not saying much in return and allowing him to speak. But, he was done after all. Wasn't he? So she figured it was game enough to get all she could before had countered her with his response.

"He hasn't given me much of a choice in this matter, love. Trust me, I would rather have him stay here and protect you. " Anders glanced down at the table and gave an encouraging smile to her. "Don't worry over me; I'll be fine. But I can't keep my positioned established here when I'm away from Kirkwall. I'll need you here for so much more than just because I want you and Baelfire safe."

No sooner had he finished in his excuses, Fenris had walked back into the room, carrying with him a large cape that had the symbol of Kirkwall's city on it. Anders looked towards the elf walking in and then looked down at the cape he was wearing. While he didn't mean to really turn his attention away form Leliana at the moment, he needed to.

"Wait. No. Don't bring that. We're not to wear anything holding the crest of Kirkwall, Fenris." Anders warned him and pointed down at the cloak.

Fenris paused a moment, looking down at cloak and then back up at Anders before turning away and heading down towards the window. Folding up the cloak, he moved to the other side of the room and placed it there for the moment. "If I don't know where we are going how will I know what to pack? Will it be hot?—Will it be cold?—Will it be dry?"

"When have I ever taken you -"

"The Bone Pit; scrapping crystallized manures off of animal remains." Fenris grimaced while folding his arms and turning to lean against the wall behind him.

Anders shook hi shead and sighed for the moment; resting his head into his hands. "Don't be such a woman, Fenris! We're not going on holiday."

"Holiday? What's a holiday?" Fenris mumbled under his breath and then looked back towards Leliana; uncertain of what was actually been said before he walked into the room. So, he's been cautious of what to say until then. "Is she coming?"

"No." Anders quickly responded and lowered his head back down into his hands. He felt a head-ache approaching after such banter.

"This is ridiculous." Fenris sighed and moved back towards the table and leaned against the frame by bending over and resting his hand on the frame. He remained hovering slightly over Anders in his quiet attempt to intimidate the mage into giving him some anaswers. "Are you going to tell me where we're going or not?"

Anders paused for a moment and sighed a bit before at last giving an answer. "I'm trying to save what remains of security in this city we have left, Fenris. All I can tell you is that it will be dangerous—"

"Wonderful." Fenris cheered in a sarcastic tone and finally pushed himself up from the table. He began to walk away from it.

"There will be templars and bandits, and if I were to tell you anything else I would have to kill you." Anders warned in his soft tone still, but he lifted his head back up face Fenris.

Though the elf didn't take his words seriously and scoffed upon turning around to look back at him. "Right; I'm certain you'd—"

"Immediately and without hesitation." Anders warned again, feeling his bottom jaw stiffen and his fingers press against the palms of his hands.

Fenris could only stare back at him for the moment, watching as Anders eventually shifted this expression—almost as if the mage was forcing some kind of switch inside of him. Anders pushed a bright smile and tapped the surface of the table a couple of times before pushing himself up to this feet.

"So! Let's saddle up then. Are the supplies ready?" He questioned in an awkward delighted tone. "The sooner we set off, the sooner we can return."

Leliana began to part her lips in a process to reply to Anders but her attention was drawn away from their conversation and brought to the creaking of the door opening. A sigh pushed through her lips as she looked at no other than Fenris who came walking through. In the back of her mind she muttered something along the lines of "Perfect timing." She was hoping to at least get a few more moments alone with him before he left and hopefully get a few answers as to where he was all planning on going. Even if he wouldn't answer she would try to at least pull something out of him, for her sake to ease her mind.

Her emerald hues went to the cloak he brought in as she started to shift her cranium to one side when Anders ordered not to bring it. After the mentioning of that and Fenris bantering about the weather brought Leliana to drift her mind elsewhere, this being to Baelfire as the two had begun their usual bickering. It was the best route to just stay out of such harmless conflict since she knew the two were almost closer than they had ever been and there was no need to break it up.

Glancing back to Anders, Leliana sighed again at the notion of Anders asking if the things were ready for the ride to wherever they were departing to. Either way Leliana stood from her seat and stepped towards Anders as she situated Baelfire on her hip upon leaning over. "I know you said you'll be fine… But please be safe. I hate not being there to see what's happening with my own eyes." She admitted in a soft bite to her lower lip. "… Plus I'll be waiting for that proper question when you return." Nearing his lips, Leliana gently braced herself on Anders shoulder as she finalized her words with a seal of a kiss against his lips briefly before pulling back in a small gasp her eyes had opened to glance up to him. "I love you." Averting her gaze and stance she next looked to Fenris whom she gave a brief smile to. "Watch over him for me? I don't want him killing himself out there."

As the few weeks had passed Leliana had done her usual duties along with holding down the homefront as best she was capable. A part of her believed Fenris would be doing a far better job than she was. But there was no way to prove that now since he wasn't here, and she was never able to actually see him first hand.

In the main quarters Leliana had been watching over Baelfire who instead was glued to her as he usually was, instead was resting on the floor upon an animal fur that made it so his still uncoordinated body wouldn't stumble and harm himself. But as the more time had went on the young boy began to become more independent each day, in which brought a shimmering smile to pull to her lips. Turning back to her book in hand Leliana began to skim over the few words she had left off on and read off some to Baelfire as well. But that wasn't until she heard the swinging of the large door fly open that brought Leliana to glace up from the pages and see the intruder that came in.

"Miss, there's someone here to see you." Spoke the single person in a race of words.

Leliana blinked dumbfoundly and continued to sit there for a few moments longer before standing to her feet and nearing Baelfire as she swooped him up in her arms. "Who is it?" She began to question curiously.

"They didn't say, it's a woman with an Orlesian accent though."

To Leliana that could have been anyone. As she knew many people from Orlais, but for them to come to Kirkwall, just to see her was odd in itself. "Well I guess I shouldn't keep them waiting…" She admitted softly with a shrug of her shoulders and began walking past the staff who eventually led her to the entrance hall. From there Leliana had scanned the area until her eyes fell down upon the person who stood at the opposite side of the room. She couldn't see their face, as their back was turned against her. But she could see the subtle movement the obvious woman made when the sound of the door behind Leliana was shut. "You wanted to see me? Should I know who you are?" Leliana asked almost hesitantly as she felt a tension rising within the room just from the odd silence it dwelled, that she tightened her hold around Baelfire in a protective nature.

"I would hope you would remember me darling." Spoke the woman as she started to turn, but hadn't fully but showed no more than her side features.

This was enough for Leliana though. Almost bringing her to stiffen on sight of such a person, she had to force herself to step back in a form of escape as she felt her racing heart pulsating through her every fiber of her. She didn't get far though as she felt her back pushing against the chest of one mans, she looked back curiously to see if it was one of the Kirkwall staff but to her obvious luck it wasn't, it was no other than one of Marjolaine's hench men she had carried around like a trophy.

Marjolaine had chuckled at such a sight Leliana was giving her and began to tick her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Now, now love don't fret."

"What do you expect me to do? Welcome you with open arms?" She responded in her despise against her as she slowly shifted and stepped away from the male behind her. "What are you doing here?"

"Not exactly welcome us, but we do have a past Leliana. Clearly you haven't forgotten… We heard of, or more so seen of your child when you were in Orlais… Now what kind of person would I be if I hadn't taken the time to visit?"

"I would have preferred you not to… I don't want you anywhere near my son. You venomous, no one should have to be around you." She responded keeping an watchful eye on the man so slowly creeping beside her. "So I would like it if you left… I won't tell Anders you came if you promise to leave me be from here on out."

"Did you think I would ever leave you alone? We know your lover boy isn't here… So no one's here to protect you. Just like last time."

Leliana flinched at the pun and acting as if Leliana had needed protecting from someone like her. Sure it would be difficult especially with Baelfire in her arms, but it was all possible. "What makes you think I can't fight my own fights?"

"Because… You are far too blind in such situations when one distracts you." She replied, and in a fellow swing of movements of her distracting movements Marjolaine had given a sway of her arm.

Leliana looked rather stunned at her choice of movements and if she could have she would have stepped forward but the man who quickly stepped behind her pulled out a single blade within this whole process, he held it to his side while the two had their lived conversation until he was given the orders from the raven haired woman and stepped forward plunging the sharp edged into the familiar spot she was once stabbed even all those years ago when she was younger. She wasn't given much a chance to react, but she had cried out in a pain that alone brought the woman across her to smirk at such a sound. Leliana tried to pull away but this failed in the man just dug the blade in deeper into her back. Somehow all through this she still kept hold of Baelfire, even though the tears burning her sockets and some even managed to force their way through. The young boy had looked up to his mother as she coughed to the left side of her, and away from Baelfire as the taste of iron filled her pallets.

The man behind Leliana was obviously irritated with Leliana's stubborn-ness and raised his foot that planted against the center of her spine. Bringing Leliana to her knees in a trembling effect she tried to brace herself as she saw a pair of feet step forward. Due to the sudden force of stumbling forward Baelfire's crys had begun, not of pain but more of sudden unexpectancy.

"This look's all too familiar." Stated the voice coming from Marjolaine as she looked down to Leliana in her defeated crouch. "But I believe I'll take something with me to remind me of this day… Finish her and I'll take the child."

Leliana had shot her gaze up in a frenzy of emotions before she could struggle to stand back up the male behind her had reached down, yanking out the knife which he drove into her that brought and would bring anyone to sit erect as she yelled in excruciating pain.

Marjolaine took this as her advantage and stepped in pealing Baelfire from her arms and cradled him as Leliana had done before her. It seemed Baelfire's cries had seemed to rise, of the rising emotions stirring in the room along with being held by a complete stranger.

From hearing this Leliana not only felt the crystalline tears swelling but flowing down her cheeks in a force unlike any before as she struggled to chase after the woman in a stumble. But she had already started trailing away in such proud stalk that Leliana hadn't even neared the door in time before it closed near her fingertips.

The man's chuckle had filled her ears. But she hadn't turned around as the pain and the fear of moving in any odd direction would cause her to lose more blood than what she had. "You don't have to do this." Leliana pleaded softly, hoping by any means this man had a heart and saw what he was allowing this woman to do was cruel by all means possible. But he hadn't seen it this way. Marjolaine was good at brainwashing her crew to do what she wanted and made them believe what she was doing was in the right. "And what be like you and defy her?" He asked a bit sarcastically and stunned even she had asked. "I'm afraid I have too. Its apart of the job."

Only a few hours had passed within the walls of Kirkwall but as it had a new face had came about this city. This man's objective was to see if Leliana had actually came back here without a word to him. For her to run off like she had brought fright to his mind of what could have actually happened if she wasn't here. So he had to see for himself if she was truly safe, and truly alright as one would hope.

As he neared the Keep's doors he slowly pushed opened the doors. In doing so his eyes scanned the area to see several staff member running around the room like crazy people trying to keep everything in order. As he started to raise a single finger to grasp anyone's attention he started to speak out in a curious manner. "Um, excuse me… But…" Some of the staff paused while others had completely ignored him. Seeing as how he grabbed the attention of some, he stepped forward and began scanning the room once more. As he did, near him his eyes narrowed onto the crimson spot stained into the carpet. It wasn't an unusual sight, that he turned his attention back to the woman in front of him. "What's going on?"

"King Alistair, were so happy you're here…. Everything has been torn by the threads once Leliana—"

"Once Leliana what?" Alistair interrupted quickly and curiously as he felt his pace being regained to take a few more steps in.

"Le-Leiana… The… Woman… S-Shes…" She attempted to explain, pausing the regain her breathing patten. "She's with the Maker now."

Alistair had frozen solid on such words and blinked before turning to the stain on the floor. "And the child, Anders? Where are they?"

"We don't know where the child is… Leliana came to speak with a visitor… From there we only found her, and her lifeless body. Anders… He's gone off with Fenris. We really have no idea where he went as he hadn't told us much."

Sitting down at the campsite the two had built in the woods of the Silent Plains, Fenris had handed Anders his tin-cup to drink from and walked towards the chopped firewood that continued to burn. It was getting colder in the hills, and snow was quickly beginning to fall; which only had left the two to wonder of when the weather would reach Kirkwall; the only city left both of them still considered as home. They had a previous battle, killing a group of slavers who Fenris had taken more than equal joy of removing from the face of Thedas. The pile of bodies had been dragged to the bottom of the hills by the slaves that Anders and Fenris had helped free.

"So, this is what the Slaver's War had been about last year." Anders remarked to one of the city elves he and Fenris had saved.

However, the individual merely looked at him with an empty stare before turning and walking away. It left an awkward moment for Anders who had followed his direction with his sight. The expression of confusion and concern still eminent on his face before at last giving up and shaking his head some while returning back to the fire where Fenris remained waiting.

"You're wasting your breath. These people here are too far shattered to put any trust in us." Fenris told him before taking a drink.

"But they're so delightful!" Anders teased with a forced smile upon sitting down. "All that glaring and high tension when we approach—Don't tell me you regret freeing them already."

"What are we doing here? It's been three weeks since we left Kirkwall, and we haven't moved from this spot." Fenris abruptly stated after choosing to ignore the jesting and pokes Anders seemed keen on distracting his patience with at the moment. He then looked towards the other male seriously. "…Are we starting a faction in Cumberland?"

Finding that Fenris didn't seem quick to continue the usual banter Anders would have wanted, the mage had instead tipped his head back quickly and downed quickly a large gulp of blackberry mead, which had been aged well over a year. The blonde's forced smile had faded some and he rested the tankard back against knee before finally answer his traveling companion.

"…I've never taken a political interest in anything before." Anders began and stared back down into his cup. "Most of my youth had only views that involved the Circle and in my later years, it was more-focused on those who were abused from it. I don't have the wisdom or any conviction of being a ruler—I can only…follow through the example of others, and I know if I don't start carving my name into the land as a ruler, I will never be viewed as a ruler by the Court."

The cup in Fenris's hands fell and he looked back at Anders without even flinching from his previous drop. At first it looked as though he understood a little too quickly and too much of what Anders was planning. The only thing was, he didn't know who Anders's initial target would have been this time. Finding himself momentarily at a loss for words, Fenris attempted to speak of what he was thinking.

"…You're going to hold for a Landsmeet in Navarra." The elf finally stated at what safe topic he could think of as his initial approach.

"Maker willing." Anders nodded and took another sip of his drink. "I'll get the Arl there to sign my treaty and respect the previous rights and trades he has kept with us before my ascension to Kirkwall's throne."

"You're going to draw up this treaty? Presenting it to him by force?" Fenris asked carefully again.

"I have to show my actions are critical and strong. I must show that I am worthy of this title." Anders said and nodded his answer.

"The Arl won't sign it." Fenris warned him and started to lean forward in his seat.

Anders paused some and shifted his eyes back towards the elf; narrowing his eyes at the truth challenged at him. "He will sign it. He will sign it with a broken hand, if need be—"

"Anders. You've always shown mercy in battle." Fenris interrupted him and folded his arms to dodge himself from the cold. He watched as Anders turned away his gaze. Even when the heated glare remained fixed on the fire on front of them—as if to show in some way that the mage wished to ignore what was being said to him, Fenris still continued in his opinion. "You never sought to humiliate your enemy in this way. It was always either a quick kill or a firm warning but not this. This is torture you're talking about—abduction and torture. Tevinters do that. Not you. That's isn't you."

"You have no idea what it takes for a person in my position to make these decisions—decisions that will shape the future of Thedas." Anders retorted in a snap and jerked his head back to him before starting to stand up; turning to walk off towards the shadows of the camp's light. "Just ...stick to what you do know."

Alistair clearly couldn't stay in Kirkwall for multiple reasons. One he had a kingdom to rule back in Denermin. But that was the least of his problems, as his fellow guards accompanying him tried to persway him in returning home. His main objective was finding Anders as he knew this would be best. It was the least he could do for the mage and for Leliana since their son was missing in action as well. And he knew if he had a child he would want to know immediately of this or at least having someone go out to try and find him to give him such news. Alistair couldn't even take himself to go see the body of Leliana. That when he was given the chance to leave Kirkwall he had jumped at the chance. But not before speaking with a few staff members to try and get some kind of story.

What he did learn was what little, that the woman seemed Orleasian and was an older woman with the features of black hair and a short stature than most. No name and that she had a man with her, almost like a body guard. He knew that could be mostly anyone in Orlais. Since those lands were so populated it would be almost impossible to find her, and Baelfire. Alistair would have went their first, but with little go on he believed the back up of Anders would be his best bet in it all, maybe he would know more of this woman. Or at least he hoped.

"Time to go." Alistair spoke towards one of his guards and started to turn a shoulder from the previous person whom he was speaking to, to take his leave of the walls of Kirkwall. Though when he neared the exit/entrance he had stalled and looked down to the staff that had begun scrubbing at the stained rug. He frowned some at the small reminder before he forced his gaze elsewhere to walk forth and out the doors.

When his search began it had almost seemed never ending. He started going as far North he could go, stopping at each check point on the way up starting with going through the lands of Wildervale then to the few stops at Tantervale and Hasmal. He tried to be as discrete with his explaining of whom he was looking for. As he knew Anders name around Kirkwall terrioty wasn't its best. But it wasn't simple and some had eventually caught on to whom he was looking for. It was until he reached the end of Hasmal that he spoke with an older woman about Anders that she pointed him in the direction she believed to see him traveling. It was a far fetch coming from an older lady, but Alistair would take just about anything.

Reaching the outskirts of the Silent Plains was simple enough since Alistair and the rest of his guards-men were close enough to practically skip, walk, and jump there. When they had ventured further in the Plains Alistair noted camp not too far off in the distance. Seeing as how they had luck not running into any Slavers or Thugs he truly believed it to be Anders and Fenris. Looking to his crew Alistair pointed out the sight and began stepping towards the sight as casually and carefully as one could so he wouldn't accidentally be attacked by either of the men, thinking they were someone else out to get them.

"Anders, it's me… Alistair…" He spoke out almost hesitantly when mentioning of his name. It was an awkwardness he had with him that couldn't deny since he did keep Leliana under lock and key when she was in Denermin not to mention they were so close to Tevinter lands. When his sights narrowed on the mage he smiled briefly but it had quickly faded with the remaining sadness still dwelling inside him as he really didn't want to be the bearer of bad news. "Your a hard man to find... I just came from Kirkwall…" He admitted as he slowly stepped up as close as he could get so he could speak to him more on a one on one level. "I have news on Leliana and Baelfire…"

Turning to the call he heard, Anders had almost moved in sync with the freedom staff he had pressed against his back. He froze in that position until his sights could make out the individual from afar. It was in fact Alistair, with his army at close at hand. Considering of what Anders had been plotting to do this entire time, Anders couldn't help but wonder if there had been a spy somewhere knowing exactly of what he was doing. Such an incident would have no doubt caused Alistair to have sought after him to stop the mage from his plans.

It took Anders almost an entirely commanded force of nature to attempt at relaxing his shoulders from their haunch and to straighten his back. Even while Alistair was approaching close, that still leave any universal hint to Anders that the King of Ferelden had meant him no harm. On top of that did came the passing thought of mentioning his treaty to the man. Though this though had been fleeting away the second it even approached his mind, upon hearing of the other male recently being to Kirkwall.

Of course discovering that Alistair had been to his kingdom without himself being there had been more important to figure out. For all he knew, it could have been a declaration of war against him on an even more personal level, since Anders did do the same to him when he sought to retrieve Leliana. The reasons for Alistair's army and himself to have been there and searching for Anders could have been limitless, and the mage had to discover quickly before making any final decisions.

"Alistair!" He called back in the same tone of greeting. However, this had been done more-so for what few ex-slaves he had willing to aid him in his current fight, as well as Fenris to have heard of the warning of new company. Anders didn't move from his position in the well lit and opened clearing of the Plains either. If Alistair wanted to speak to him he was going to have to approach him directly and in clear view of Anders's growing army of recently freed slaves.

"What have you been doing in Kirkwall?" Anders was quick to ask, though he did manage to force his twitching hand to ease away from his weapon for as long as Alistair seemed to have been in clear of his own.

Alistair flinched and stalled when Anders had gone within his stance to protect himself for an oncoming fight. Behind him he heard a few of his soldiers not only stall as well but begin to draw their weapons in thought of the man doing harm to their King. He knew the mage was probably on edge with all that was going on with whatever he was attempting to do out here… In which brought the males mine to wander along with his eyes. He didn't linger his gaze on many of the ex-slavers he instead quickly put his sights back on Anders when he was spoken to in reassurance he knew who was approaching.

"I'm glad to see you still standing…" He admitted with a wave of his hand at last to his few soldiers to put away their weapons. Anders may have been a dangerous man to many, even him if he so desired to try to go as far and bring him harm but Alistair wasn't here for a fight. He was far from it.

As he was asked why he went to Kirkwall he had coughed some and began to shift his eyes away from the odd conversation in hopes it could be avoided when it clearly couldn't, bringing him to chuckle some under his rasped sigh. "Righttttt…" He muttered in whisper. "Kirkwall…" As his sentence dwindled off in silence he began to glance up to the few people surrounding Anders. He doubted the mage wanted to be given news with so many people around that Alistair had hesitantly stepped closer to Anders in his attempts to get closer to him as he extended a hand that rested to the back of his feathered coat while his other hand had guided in a direction to where it was somewhat more secluded.

"I went to Kirkwall to obviously find Leliana." He started in his pace to the area which he walked to. Though once he believed he was in a far enough distance he stopped with his back still turned to the mage and began folding his arms over his chest. "I was worried about her… As you might not know, Aragorn asked for me to watch over her in the last few letters he wrote to me before his death… But that's not the only reason I kept her in Denerim with me. When I was in Orlais with her I got news of her being hunted by someone…" He paused yet once more bringing his arm up in a bend as he coaxed the side of his temple in explaining his reasoning. "I was making sure she wouldn't be killed which was why I went to Kirkwall. I thought the worst when she was lost from one of my guards. I thought that she had been taken by someone different than you… But that's not the reason I'm here Anders." He stated in a serious tone which was hardly heard from him, since he was clearly a jokester kind of guy just like Anders and Aragorn. He began to turn towards the mage this time as his hands slowly dropped from their crossed position over his chest and rested at his hips next. "Leliana… When I got to Kirkwall… The staff had informed she had been murdered. Possibly by the same people whom I was trying to keep her away from... And your son. Baelfire. He's believed to be taken by them."

Anders had turned as Alistair had started to guide him away from the other soldiers that started to surround them. This really didn't help his paranoid feeling in the slightest. Anders had kept his eyes looking back towards the group he and Alistair were leaving, and only partially had his attention been given to most of what Alistair had been saying. There had been just so much on his mind and so many worries that were currently keeping the mage on the edge.

However at the mentioning of Leliana being killed and his son taken, Anders's attention was quickly averted back to Alistair and at a hundred percent. At first he had just started at him with wide eyes to the news being heard. Of course he didn't want to believe it. Such of a thought had felt like his heart stopped beating and sunk down into the darkest pit of his stomach. Anders's mouth had slacked open slightly, as though he was attempting to speak at first but he needed air in order to do it. Nearly every function he had ceased momentarily.

"…You're lying. But why?" He stated and started to cover his mouth briefly in order to help it close.

Giving a light cough and attempting to swallow the bitter gall that wanted to rise back up, the mage shook his head momentarily. He wanted to believe that it had been a trick and nothing more. Though from what good could Alistair gain by trying to trick him in such of a way? Logically, it would have made no sense. He paused though, seeing the expression that the normally carefree King hadn't changed. So, in return, Anders's slowly had. The slight disbelieving g glances soon had flickered with the realization of truth. He froze in his movements and stared back at him; at last coming to terms with what was being said to him.

"No… No!" He demanded and ended up lunging forward at him.

His skin lightly cracked with sparkles of light; reflecting the aura of Justice struggling to have been channeled out at the time. Within a split-second of his struggle for control, Anders ended up pulling Alistair more into a hug. He buried his forehead into the king's shoulder-guards. The cold metal greeted his solid impact with a promise a possible bruise later. Anders still had started to cry more for the thought of Leliana than anything else, and his clutching hold around Alistair remained needy and firm. It had almost seemed, as though for those few moments suddenly nothing else had been important.

"Maker, no! Not her! Don't take my family! Please—" He sobbed, more to the Maker, wishing that if anything he should have been the one gone. "They're the only sanity I have left…"

Alistair's eyes had eventually closed when he heard Anders arguing notions towards him. He knew he couldn't possibly feel the same pain as the mage had since Leliana was more to Anders than what she was to him by far. But he still shared a pain of remorse with him that he didn't speak on at this time. When he had begun to open his eyes to look to Anders he had been taken back by Anders lunging forward towards him. His hands went up in a defensive manner expecting some kind of attack but little was that what happened.

He still had a fear swelling within his core no less and even rising with the signal of Justice trying to force his way out. In which made Alistair want to retreat even further. He looked back at the camp to his soldiers not for help but to make sure they hadn't been watching and being their protective selves in keeping him safe from harm. Seeing as they were chatting with one another he glanced back to Anders as he slowly began to see the mage become as he was once more. And with it brought his racing heart to calm even if for this reason alone, since it was still on a rampage within his chest for the other reasons.

Eventually Alistair dropped his defenses and lowered his arms. It was awkward but he wasn't heartless when someone was showing the signs of pain he felt the need to want to let that person know he was there for a listenative ear or a shoulder to cry on, as Anders had conveniently made him.

"I—" He started to speak in almost a soft whisper that brought his hand to raise up towards the mages shoulders and give a pat for some kind of console. "I'm sorry…" There wasn't much to say but that. Alistair was at a lost of words standing there. He never saw himself as comforter to Anders, not to mention allowing him to become this close to him. Since part of his mind set was like most around Theda's and he believed Anders to be a man without caring, he didn't understand what Leliana saw in him no matter how many times Leliana previously spoke highly of Anders.

"I will do everything in my power to get your son back… I at least owe Leliana that much since I was selfish in my thinking of not telling her why I had kept her under such supervision." He spoke as a sigh had pushed through his lips. "Do you have any idea what Orlesian would want— Wait… Orlesian, it makes sense now. When Leliana was traveling with Aragorn and the rest of us there was a woman back then that had tried to rid Leliana then… I bet it's the same woman... … What was her name?" He started to ask himself, in the process of sealing his eyes shut within his thinking. "Mary, Martha, no…" He groan attempting to think one more time, as he had his eyes slowly started to lift as he whispered out the name "Marjolaine? … That's it! It was Marjolaine." He said almost ecstatically at remembering the name. "Now we just need to find her."

Anders was still trying to breathe some and it seemed that his sobs had only quieted down after the mentioning of Marjolaine's name. It was like an internal switch had clicked within him, pushing him to remain quiet for the moment. The memory of her had flashed in to his mind, and it didn't make any sense to him why she would still seek out Leliana for any reason. Though the reason behind it truly didn't matter to him anymore; not if Leliana was already killed by her hands.

"I know that woman." He spoke almost sternly and yet still as if his thoughts were far away.

About that time from the campfire, Fenris had glanced towards the direction Anders had walked off to. He was about to have glanced away again if he hadn't seen the mage clutching onto another warrior who had looked like King Alistair. So, of course Fenris had to look back towards them for a second look. He bolted to his feet as his curiosity drew him towards them.

"Anders?" He started to question once he had came close enough to have been heard.

The fact that Anders hadn't answered him, and because the cracks of light remained pulsing over the mage's skin didn't put Fenris hardly at any ease at the moment. The black smoke that began to seep around Anders's ankles wasn't really helping either. Fenris didn't know if this had meant that Anders's alter ego had suddenly taken over or if he was inflicted by something else.

But he didn't have much time to have really questioned it because the mage had stiffly seemed to push himself away from the king. It was a reaction that was so harsh and almost abrupt that Fenris reached back for his weapon. However, the mage had only glanced towards him with a glitter-filled spark that seemed to take over his entire iris.

"We're leaving." He announced coldly and walked past him.

Fenris turned slightly, watching as the mage—or abomination for all he knew at the moment—continued to disappear from them. He narrowed his eyes after not receiving any explanation; despite the mild relief of knowing they probably weren't going to wait here any moment longer to attempt at ambushing an Arl.

"To where?" The elf questioned but didn't receive an answer.

Alistair had looked down to Anders when he spoke of knowing Marjolaine he even had arched a brow. "How do you know of her?" He asked a bit suspiciously, even though Leliana and Anders had traveled with one another for such a long period of time. He still couldn't think of Marjolaine to go after her again during that time. Obviously this woman was desperate if she tried to get to Leliana for the third time now. He just wished he had left Denrmin sooner so he could have protected her from the woman when she came to Kirkwall.

"Never mind that doesn't matter." He answered for himself and so Anders wouldn't have to begin explaining, it wasn't irrelevant anyways. All that mattered was finding the woman.

Looking up Alistair noted Fenris walking up. A part of the King had tried to escape from Anders and his little bubble they formed together through this unsudden news as he really didn't want to start explaining himself to the Elf. He almost started to part his lips to inform Anders of Fenris intrusion but the elf had seemed to beat him at such words when he spoke to Anders questionably. Biting onto his inner cheek Alistair had started to shift his posture away from the two and begin to fold his arms over his chest once more once he was free to. But through the corner of his sockets he allowed his iris's to follow Anders In his leave from him, he wasn't certain what the mage was going to do since he obviously was on some kind of quest before he even got here. Was he going to put that all aside whatever that was to go to Orlais with him? Obviously he wouldn't be out here if it wasn't important, but so was this matter as well. All that seemed to be answered though when he informed Fenris of their leaving.

Alistair coughed some at the thought and began to reach back with one of hid hand begun carrssing the nape of his neck. "I guess were going to Orlais." Alistair spoke towards Fenris in his questioning of where they were going as he slowly followed behind Anders in his pace. "I'll ready my men. Lets leave as soon as possible."

Back in Kirkwall Leliana's lifeless form had been placed in a room where the several staff members had come one after another. There they had torn off her soiled clothing and cleaned the wounds which were inflected upon her. They could have gotten a healer to make her more presentable for when the service would be held but not many were around at the time.

After the last servant had left the room in a rather silent nature, a soft groan followed by a shift of the rouges head to one side brought Leliana to struggle to open her eyes. "Baelfire?" She whispered as she shut her eyes again rather quickly due to the bright light shimmering in through the panes. She tried to raise her arm up to block the few glimmer of lights shining in her eyes, but her arm had possibly only gotten as far as a few inches before retracting back to the mattress as her other arm had wrapped tightly around her core. "Son of a bi—"She whined as she tried to push herself up in a more upright position to sit up. After she managed this she looked down, at the bareness of skin. She flinched but, not because of the sight of the gashing wound but of the pain that radiated still.

Attempting to ignore such pain Leliana swung her legs over rather slowly and started going to the nearest closest in a drag of her feet across the floor. She almost felt like every bone in her body was broken and incapable of moving but obviously her willpower was her only strength at forcing herself forward. Once there she had opened the doors to the closet, she began pealing out a few garments to set aside. After that was settled she went to the kit which was still nearby Leliana's bed and gathered up in her arms the items needed to bandage up her wounds. It had taken her longer than it would with any other person bandaging up a wound not to mention getting dressed was a task all different. But she had eventually done so after a few moments of cries, whimpers and some vile words that were passed by her lips.

After finally leaving the room Leliana had quickly made her way outside unnoticed by the staff in the area. She preferred it this way as her mind set was on finding Baelfire and finally putting an end to Marjolaine as she should have years ago. She never understood why that woman couldn't just let her go, and leave her be to have her life. But Marjolaine was a selfish person, anyone that was around her could easily see this once being around her after a short time. Leliana had wished she had been more proactive on her actions and left the woman sooner instead of later so she wouldn't have to be going through this now.

Anders hadn't really spoken since then. He only gathered what clues he needed from Alistair about where Marjolaine was. The only thing that remained in his mind was killing the woman, and all the while attempting to keep what little control he had intact. Though, this was hardly as necessary anyway because Justice luckily had the same thought pattern that he had for once.

He was frightening and quiet. The aura around him reflected one of a demon that many of the dalish ex-slaves had whispered about, but otherwise had coward to his requests. He gave each of them weapons and gave themselves the choice to have either taken up arms with him or to have left. At the moment, he didn't care of which they had chosen. Anders didn't even care whether or not Alistair was accompanying him. In actuality to him, it would have almost have seemed more as if the Ferelden King was tagging along.

The journey was long and filled mostly with bandits and the occasional wildlife that the group had came across. These were the few petty battles that mostly the elves and soldiers had taken care of; though when they were finally faced with a group of the Resistance in the more western lands, Anders's magic had been released. In mixtures of fire and ice, the elemental mage nearly decimated what few who dared to have crossed their path.

Such of a battle didn't last long, and even better to their luck, one of the elves had managed to capture one of Marjolaine's soldiers, rather than killing off every last one of them. It was a rogue woman, tied up to a tree and bound nearly in the fetal position. Once the body-count had been told to Anders afterwards, the mage looked towards the captured soldier from further across the plains. He walked up across the plains, only to have stopped a few paces in front of the bound woman. Crossing his arms over his chest, the chiseled glare he had given was the only thing he seemed to have offered for a few moments until he had chosen to speak.

"Why runts like you choose to serve garbage is beyond me." He snarled in his glare down at her. "Where is Marjolaine?"

The woman didn't say anything in response. She merely looked away, glaring back down at the ground and remaining silent.

"Going that route are we? …Luckily, I came prepared then." Anders said as the well-lit light from his skin reflected a slight flash and the smoke around his ankles had thickened.

He reached down towards a smaller pouch that was attached to his belt and revealed a flat metal cheese-grater. The top side had small tiny holes for cheese to normally push through while the bottom had larger and bigger holes. Carefully approaching closer, Anders knelt down towards her and removed one of the padded protection straps that remained over her right knee.

The small crowd of elves that had started to gather nearby was what had alerted Fenris from the other end of the group to return to him. With each step he took, his next began to approach even faster. He heard the screams of a woman, of which pushed him into a sprint. When he had came close enough, Fenris could see Anders using a metal cheese-grater on the other woman's knee cap.

It was what Fenris had dreaded of seeing, since he wasn't the type to really approve of torture. How could he – when he had went through of such as well, in the past? Okay, maybe not a cheese-grater but Fenris had been whipped and cut open many times by Tevinters before. He should have known that Alexander would have taught Anders one or two things to use against his enemies; but Fenris didn't think Anders would have stopped to actually using such methods.

"Anders, stop!" Fenris demanded and tried to pull him away.

However, the mage's signs of demonic possession only increased higher and Justice had been the one to elbow Fenris's side when the elf attempted to pull him away. He outstretched his arm back towards him and released a Winter's grasp to push Fenris back up against a tree. This gave him time to resume and grating away the skin and flesh of the woman's knee cap. She was screaming and convulsing against the pain, but being tied down prevented her from ever escaping.

After a moment or two, Justice reached up to wipe away the light sheen of sweat that started to collect on his brow. The woman's blood remained thick over his hands, and in his attempt of trying to dry away the sweat, it only left his victim's blood in its place. Giving a harsh sigh, Justice eventually pulled back the metal cheese-grater and used it to slap the woman across the face.

"This is a lot harder than it looks… I'd keep going, but your bone is running my grater!" He scowled for the moment, listening to her crying hot tears in response. Reaching down towards her chin, Justice turned her face so that she could look at him. "I could try the other leg, unless you start learning to talk."

"Blight take you!" The woman screamed between scowls and jerked her head away from him.

Justice reached down with his hand, adding pressure over the sliced opened kneecap, and with a strong force, he pushed to shift the woman's position so that her left knee was exposed to him. All the while the woman continued to scream and cry as she was feeling her left knee beginning to be exposed from it's previous padding as well.

"You know…" Justice began to explain while he was removing the next padded strap. "I didn't learn any of this until after my stay in Tevinter. Not even then I really approved of such methods, but you can be surprised at what you would do if you're angry enough."

Alistair had wanted this journey to be dealt with as quickly as possible. He knew it wasn't going to be a joy ride either which was why he was determined to get it over with. He didn't want to know what Anders was thinking of doing to Marjolaine but the silence-ness that grew within their traveling had brought him to only ponder on what the mage was scheming up within his mind.

Once they had gotten to a more secluded area and had found a few lackeys of Marjolaine's Alistair had taken himself out of the picture. Of fear of Orlais getting word he was working alongside Anders slaying Orleasian people and taking law into their own hands. Since he did just make amends with Celene the lease he wanted to was to tarnish his name and title so quickly. Though he doubted Anders would allow any of these soldiers live, a part of him was with him on this while another, the more sensitive side of him wished for their survival. After all they were just following orders which came from Marjolaine.

Upon hearing the screams from the distance, Alistair had winched and began to fold his arms over his chest while he bowed his head hoping to block out the sounds. His guards-men were aside him in this moment looking to their King, at shock he was allowing such torture that they had taken a few glances from their King to back to where Anders was, they couldn't see the mage but it wasn't difficult to tell where the yells had come from.

"Are you sure this is the right thing to do your Highness?" Spoke one guard, as he slowly stepped up towards the blonde haired male.

Alistair had flinched as his two first digits that once worked into his features dropped due to the whipping of his head, as he looked to the guard. "Of course it is! Do you dare go against me!?" He fought, his tone was that of a harsh one. Which he noted in bringing the guard to step back from his strong voice. Quickly his features softened and he groaned before apologizing. "… I'm sorry…" He sighed. "I guess I'm just on edge about this all…" He muttered, though the guard hadn't answered instead he regained his posture feeling the nerves of his King had dwindled down to a more calmer level. "We have to do all possible. It may not seem right in the moment, but what they had done is unforgivable for slaying an innocent."

When Alistair believed it to be a safer outcome for him to return. As the cries had seemed to lessen and with that usually meant calmer times. He ordered his men to lead the way, just so he could be hidden behind them. Once he reached the campsite his eyes shifted around the area until they dropped to Anders, or more so Justice at the moment. It was awkward for the man to speak to him when he was in this state but he had pushed himself forward anyways wanting answers. When he got close enough he noticed the blood stained on his hands, which brought him to grit his teeth and avert his eyes to not the woman amazingly but to the other side of the area which they stood. "Did you retrieve any information out of her yet?"

"She's in Ghislain… attending some party the locals there have at the moment." Justice answered and soon started to stand up.

He then aimed his hand back down over the woman, hovering his aim there as his fingers began to spark with electricity. The woman looked up at him after hearing the sparks of electrity popping in the air. Her eyes widened at it and she leaned away, shaking her head between her sobbing.

"No, please! Please don't—" She started to say as electricity soon shot from Justice's hands and sailed into her body.

The woman convulsed multiple times, writhing at her odd angle due to the feeling of volts pulsing through her. She gargled on her own saliva and chocked until her body was soon ignited into flames. Even though she was still burning, by the time that Justice had lowered his hand, the woman had already been dead. Justice turned away from the body and Alistair both. His continued march had quickly cleared a path from the slaves and soldiers that feared him.

Though from the mass, or rather from the tree that Fenris had previously been frozen towards, came the nimble challenger only to have discovered that he was in fact too late. He rushed towards Justice and punched him quickly across his face. Rearing back for a second punch, Fenris had continued. He would have even pushed the man down if Justice had not raised his glowing hands to build up a barrier around himself to prevent it.

Striking his fist against the barrier, Fenris glared at him furiously. "You've just disgraced anyone who's ever gave a fig for you—You're not a bloody Magister!"

"None of these people deserve mercy." Justice responded back firmly.

"Then who 'does' deserve it from you? Anna died for nothing, and now Leliana." Fenris scowled and shook his head as he pushed himself away. He turned from him and started to walk away. "I want to find that boy as much as you, but this… I won't continue this path."

"If you step away from me now you had better never return to Kirkwall again!" Justice cursed him but Fenris continued to progress his distance from him. Annoyed and rubbing his sore jaw, the mage looked towards the other ex-slavers who were still cowering from him. He lowered his shields at last and started to scowl back at them. "Any of you feel the same then leave now!"

Weighing the options that most of them had, about half of what remained from the previous deduction separated themselves from their fellow comrades. After all, Justice looked pretty scary and though free, they would have rather not stuck around him for much longer. This was fine though; for Justice. He believed he could take down nations if he needed to, and with that proud quietness, the male continued back to his horse in order to ride to Ghislain.

Alistair had started to turn before Justice had extended out his hand towards the woman. He really didn't want to see what he was going to do to this woman. That he had started walking away in the hopeful thought of not being able to react as badly with just hearing it. He felt his body freeze when he heard the gurgling behind him, he tried to calm his nerves by sighing as the tension felt in his curled fingers gave him the small signal he wasn't taking this as well as he hoped. But somehow through his turmoil Alistair had pushed through and walked a few steps more until Fenris had come charging forward. Alistair couldn't help but follow in a shift of his heels as to watch the elf as he approached Anders in his anger. He felt himself almost drawing closer to the Elf when he had acted out on punching the mage with an extended arm to try and grasp onto him and hold him back. When this wasn't possible and Fenris's actions were succeeded he flinched and slowly started to retract his arm back down to his side.

He said little between the two bickering, since it wasn't his place and Fenris had a right to be angry if he so wished. He looked around when Justice said his part, if the people had wanted to leave they could. Alistair had looked back to his soldiers and meekly smiled to see if any of them thought like the rest of the ex-slavers. He could tell they had felt uncomfortable in this situation, but they had given their King a nod as if they would stand by his side until the end, like they should have.

"We should get to Ghislain then." Alistair spoke, turning his cranium over to Justice when he had. "We don't want to miss our chance to meet up with the woman."

Beyond the Imperial Road and nearing Ghislain Leliana had finally begun to dismount her horse as carefully as possible and begin to lead her horse in a direction where she could properly tie up the horse. While walking her emerald hues shifted downward to her punctured abdomen and began pealing up her garmets that almost seemed glued to her skin. Leliana winched when she pulled back the last of the fibers and looked to the bandaged area. The once cream color wrapping had stained to a brownish red, not to mention the fabric still holding her stichs in had hardened some as she hadn't changed the clothe in a few hours as she should have been doing. Ignoring her needs once more she pushed back down the fabric that once covered her area and pushed forward. If she was to find Marjolaine she did have to ask around. She was a very well known woman, and finding her shouldn't have been too difficult. Or so she hoped.

In a elgnant home, in Ghislain, Marjolaine was staying with a fellow 'friend' as she was sent an invitation and Marjolaine very rarely declined such generousity. As any Orlesian had enjoyed a party when given the chance to go to one. Through all this she had taken Baelfire with her, almost like a troyphy for what she had succeeded in doing to Leliana. She was even boasting some to fellow Orleasian's, after all Leliana wasn't looked highly upon to some in Orlais, espically if they were people that were involed with Marjolaine.

"You should have saw her, there bleeding out. It was actually quite riveting." She chimed proudly. "I just wish I was there to see her last breath taken from her."

The woman beside Marjolaine had shifted her head some at her words as she had started to part her own lips some in the process. "But why didn't you finish her on the spot if you desired such?"

"Ah… I forgot to tell you didn't I?" She asked almost stunned at how she left such a big detail out. That she had reached up flapping her wrist in an apologetic manner. "You remember the new poison which Orlais rouges had come about finding? I believe it's called… Dream Slade?" She asked a bit curiously, but from the woman nodding her head in reply she had continued in her explanation. "My guard's man had his knife coated in that… And when he stabbed the little wench, it paralyzes one's body, bringing their pulse and breathing at such a level that it seems like ones dead, but one would be completely aware of their surroundings and feel all pain. Most likely the staff there would believe Leliana was dead, so she would have bled out. Making it one of the most slow and painful deaths there is."

The woman had looked at Marjolaine a bit stunned, she had never heard of the effects which this poison could do but upon hearing about them now she was surprised Marjolaine would even use something so extreme on someone she once cared for. "I didn't know it had done all that." She responded in almost a whisper as she leaned back into her chair.

"It is quite fascinating isn't it? I'm thrilled the first person I got to use it on was her." She spat rather harshly as she reached over and grasped her cup of wine which she drew near her center before bringing it to her lips for a drink.

It was nearing this time that a Gylph of Paralysis had been casted over the floor of the house that the Orlesian people had been from the inside. Justice had walked inside of the room quietly and looked at all of the citizens who were still unable to move from his ability. He then looked towards Marjolaine who was still cradling his child at her hip. His eyes only glanced at her before reaching down and prying the boy out of her arms. The baby had even been affected from his spell, since the glyph paralysis was casted on everyone who were in the house.

His left hand extended to place over the woman's head, using an elemental spell of electrocution once more. Only this spell had been given to cause the woman to pass out. After she had fallen weak to the spell, Justice then cast his eyes back over at the other individuals who were still frozen. In what source of fear that was cast to him, he reflected back with only an empty hatred.

"Chain her up and remove her weapons." Justice announced from behind his shoulders once he heard the doors opening.

The elven ex-slaves that remained with him still fulfilled this task quickly while Justice had turned his attention towards the rest of the crowd again. He realized that he didn't have much time until his spell would have eventually wore off. So, he focused his attention on setting the entire house on fire. He made sure to ignite the people who were inside along with his revenge. After all, none of them deserved any mercy if they were to celebrate of his woman's death. As the house continued to swell up in flames and confused screams, the elves who had captured, disarmed and chained Marjolaine down began to carry her away from the house.

Marjolaine chuckle had ultimately been cut short due to Justice's spell. She felt herself trying to move in way to escape from this invisible hold. But no matter how hard she had tried, the more difficult it became. She began to look around the area, as only one thing made sense was that a mage was nearby and a powerful one to be having his spells reach wide distances. When her dark eyes had at last narrowed to the door she saw Anders or what looked like Anders coming through the awning. With what little power she had left she felt a gulp somewhat forcing its way down her throat before she began her shaky breathing. All she could remember from there on out was Anders approaching her, taking Baelfire and since the spell had her bound little could she talk when he placed his hand upon her head and forced the electricity straight through her. All that muffled out was almost like a yelp before she rested against the chair.

Alistair had eventually walked in as well, once he believed it to be safe to do so. He eyes scanned the room before going to Anders. He bleakly smiled hoping Justice wouldn't do what he believed he would now that he had his son safely in his grasp. "At least the boy is safe…" He commented looking down to the babe. "We should leave these people, killing them will do no good. It will only bring hate your way as before." He tried to reason with him, and he almost thought Justice wouldn't kill the remaining souls in the house as they had left outside the doors without doing anything. Though he couldn't be more wrong in that moment, as when the home was set a-blaze he turned stunned at what was happening. "This is madness! We came here for her and your son, not all these people!"

In the city Leliana was speaking to one fellow towns person hoping to get answers on where Marjolaine was located. But from the rising whispers surrounding her, not of her… Amazingly, but the formation of smoke and what seemed like a fire reaching the skies brought the rouge and fellow people to turn watch momentarily. Leliana had stood there in bewilderment before she suddenly felt herself being pulled in the direction the smoke was coming from. She didn't know why she had this sensation to run (or attempt to) but she had and with that she managed to somehow jog towards the building.

When she had reached the house though the screams which were once filling many ears had slowly died down. Her heart slightly sank as she started to look around the area, hoping she could find who had done this, as she truly believed such. If it was a random house fire then the people inside would have had a better chance at survival instead of like how the outcome was now. She didn't even know why she was involving herself with this matter since she obviously had bigger problems than fellow Orleasian matters. Knowing this Leliana began to turn a shoulder to walk which she came.

But the words of one child stalled the rouge in her steps as he spoke to another child friend of his. "Did you see that man with the feathered coat, he came out with the lady that was inside. I wonder what he had against the people inside."

"I didn't what did he look like?" Questioned the second child a bit curious by what his friend saw.

"A blonde man, long hair. He had some elves with him, along with a royal looking guy. Fancy armor and all."

Leliana blinked profoundly as she couldn't believe what she was hearing at first she didn't believe it, since she knew Anders was on other business and maybe it was another feather cloaked man. But what were the chances of that? Just to make certain for her curious mind she began to gimp up towards the two boys before she spoke to them. "You said you saw a blonde fellow? Was he a mage? Which way did he go?"

The two boys had looked at one another before looking back at Leliana, from there the boy with most the information nodded and pointed in the direction which he saw the group go. Leliana smiled brightly at each of the as best she could before nodding her head. "Thank you; please keep this to yourself… Who you saw come out of this building, it could hurt a lot of people… And speaking of hurt, you should get somewhere safe before you two get hurt yourselves." She informed with a point in the opposite direction which she would be going. The boys took this as their signal to leave and quickly darted away.

Wrapping her arm around her core Leliana had turned in the direction which was pointed to her and quickly took it. Possibly not for the best either, as the more she had pushed herself the more she felt her strength dwindling down and it wasn't just from the lack of sleep either on her travels to get here quickly. As with each step Leliana had taken in her power-walk and every now and again jog she felt her legs trembling in such a manner that eventually after a few yards her legs gave away from underneath her and without being able to catch herself Leliana's whole had collided against the solidness of the cobble stone below her, losing conscious on impact.