Dragons and Thrones: Final War – Doom Upon All The World
Chapter 14 of my crossover story, enjoy.
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Morrigan
Morrigan looked around, eyes narrowed in contempt at the Venatori mages around her. They were overconfident, smirking, condescending, unaware of just who they faced.
"Last chance to surrender, Witch!"
Another laughed. "You ought to be on our side; think of the glory, the power, that awaits you...awaits all Mages."
Morrigan shook her head. "All that awaits any of us if your precious Elder One wins is death and destruction, only a fool can't see that."
"You dare!" The first man yelled again.
She saw the anger in the eyes of the other Venatori mages too and smirked. Just as she hoped.
"Care to try?" She offered with a sly grin.
They were so enraged they didn't even notice the grin, or think about their actions. Which was just what she was counting on.
"You will die for your blasphemy!"
They immediately attacked with their spells and Morrigan casually flicked her wrist, unleashing the spell she had prepared earlier. In addition her magic was much more powerful than theirs she noted, something which pleasantly surprised her. Her spell deflected theirs, resulting in many of them being struck by either their own spell, on an ally's.
She then quickly launched several blasts of Lightning and Winter's Grasp to the remaining Mages until only the first one to have spoken to her remained.
He looked shocked, shaking his head in disbelief.
"No, this is, this is not possible...you cursed Demon, you…!" He stammered.
Morrigan laughed at that. "Demon, oh there are far worse things than Demons, you stupid man. Just look at that thing you serve."
With that cold condemnation, she struck him full on in the chest with a Stonefist, killing him instantly. Taking a slow careful breath and gathering her wits; Morrigan looked around; there was still chaos all around, the battle raging on. She hurried to the edge of the plateau she stood on.
'Magnificent; such a shame that this battle detracts from the experience...to see the Arbor Wilds in all their glory...' She briefly reflected before focusing again. 'But it is the here and now that must be taken care of.'
She stopped at the edge and looked around, she could see most of the battlefield from here. What she saw actually worried her.
Biting her lip she noticed. 'Much of the Ferelden force is pinned down by the Red Templar Archers...the Chevaliers could break through and put a stop to them, but the Orlesians...'
She shook her head, from where she stood she could see a large Venatori force was blocking the Chevaliers from advancing, the elite Orlesian warriors were unable to help their Ferelden allies in this battle, due to a combination of Mages, Brutes and a powerful shield wall.
She grimaced, she knew of something she could do, of an actual act she could carry out. When she had encountered her mother in the Fade, Flemeth had given her the power to carry out the spell.
'But I can only use it once...and after I do...' She remembered. 'Can I really trust you Mother; I...I have no choice. Unless we all work together, we cannot hope to win. I must see that the Chevaliers can save the Fereldens...'
She utilized as much magic as she dared, gathering on the strength her mother had given her; waiting, waiting for just the right moment, to unleash the spell at it's maximum power. The risk was great, even a second too late and she would accomplish only her own death. Even if she got it right it wasn't a guarantee of success either, she could still die.
But right now, she was desperate enough to try anything.
"Moment of truth." She muttered.
With that she unleashed the spell and gasped. The effect was almost immediate; she knew of spells like Blizzard and Earthquake which could affect large areas, but this, was something else. It seemed to combine the power of two spells, plus another, in a way she had heard of, but never dared attempt before.
Empowered by the extra magic, Blizzard and Tempest spells worked in unison to devastate the Venatori forces, who screamed in terror, unable to escape. By the time the spell had faded, they were dead and, seeing their path open, the Chevaliers charged at once to the aid of the Fereldens.
Morrigan felt relieved seeing this, but then stumbled, feeling dizzy.
"Blast and damnation." She growled, feeling weakened.
The spell had drained more power than she thought. She knew she couldn't continue the battle, not without resting anyway. So she fell back, making her way back to the main Orlesian encampment. Reaching the tent she saw Celene standing just outside.
"Morrigan, what…?" The Empress began, shocked by Morrigan's condition.
Shaking her head she replied. "It's nothing; I just...need to rest. I was able to free the trapped Chevaliers...They've got to aid the Ferelden army."
Celene nodded, looking relieved. "Then we may yet turn this around...Very well, go and rest...Briala..."
Morrigan watched as Celene turned to the Elf, who smiled and nodded.
"Don't worry, I know what to do."
With that, Briala turned and left. Morrigan smiled, glad that things were certainly on the mend between the two of them. She made it back into the tent and just managed to just make it to the bed before she collapsed. Her vision swam and her head spun, before everything went black and she felt herself slip into the Fade.
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