Dragons and Thrones: Final War – Doom Upon All The World
Chapter 39 of my crossover story, enjoy.
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Varric
With a heavy groan Varric grimaced as he slowly opened his eyes.
'Shit, that wasn't...I didn't...' He began thinking, perplexed. 'Andraste's ass, the battle!'
He suddenly remembered and leapt to his feet, Bianca at the ready. But the clearing was empty, save for broken rocks.
He looked around, amazed. 'It, it's gone, the dragon's gone, but how…?'
He had expected to find his allies still fighting the Red Lyrium Dragon, or worse. But instead, he found an empty battlefield; yet he could still hear the sounds of conflict nearby, plus looking up at the sky he was pretty sure Corypheus hadn't finished the ritual yet.
'I need to figure out what happened first, quickly, then I can make my move.' He noted to himself.
Moving cautiously, verifying that no limbs were broken, that nothing was damaged. It was then, approaching a nearby ledge, he finally saw what had happened and stopped, whistling appreciatively.
"Well, shit." He muttered.
He was looking down at a terrible drop, onto jagged rocks below. Lying on those rocks, in broken heaps, were the Red Lyrium Dragon and the Guardian of Mythal, both dead.
"That means..." He gasped out loud as he realized. 'Corypheus is vulnerable, we can...'
He knew with certainty then he needed to hurry and, looking to the summit, he could see the magical glow which meant the ritual was taking place. Yet also the sounds of battle. He knew where he needed to go now and quickly began to climb the path heading up to the summit.
The battleground he reached was, for lack of a better word, chaotic. Corypheus stood by the altar, a magical shield surrounding him on the left and right, preventing Arya and Gendry from getting to him, it also protected him and the altar from behind. Meanwhile, they didn't dare attack from the front, for good reason.
'Shit, Chuckles is really letting him have it, or is it the other way around, or both?' Varric wondered.
For there, already carrying out a frontal assault, was Solas, locked in a magical duel with Corypheus, the two of them attempting to overpower each other as their spells clashed and battled for dominance between them.
'This isn't going to...wait!' Varric grinned as a sudden idea came to him.
He quickly notched an explosive bolt into Bianca and took aim. Even if this didn't work, it would hopefully distract Corypheus long enough to allow the others to attack and finish him. The orb on the altar was glowing red, beams of energy were shooting into the sky, the ominous clouds above them darkened.
"It is too late, your little game will not stop me!" Corypheus announced smugly. "I have already won, soon the veil will be sundered and I will reach the Golden City, claiming the throne of the Maker and becoming the God this world needs and deserves!"
Varric couldn't help but grin and mutter. "I think not."
With that he fired, unleashed the explosive bolt from Bianca, right at the orb.
Corypheus did not disappoint. He reacted just as Varric hoped. Seeing the attack he yelled out and with a powerful magical blast, knocked everybody back. At the same time he lowered his shield and used it to defend the orb, which was then unfazed by the explosion of the bolt striking it.
"Such a pity Dwarf." Corypheus taunted. "Did you honestly think that would work!"
Varric smirked. "It already has."
For as they had been talking, Arya had quickly recovered from being knocked down and was already sneaking towards Corypheus, Needle poised, ready to strike. At that moment she made her attempt to kill Corypheus and Varric was sure they had gained the upper chance, they had triumphed. But then.
"ARRY!" Gendry cried out.
Varric froze in horror. Arya's attempted attack failed for as she made to impale Corypheus he suddenly turned and seized her by the throat, lifting her clean off the ground and tightening his grip. Needle fell from Arya's hand as she grabbed at Corypheus wrist, trying to free herself.
She struggled as best she could, legs kicking, trying to free her neck from his vice grip. In response he merely tightened his grip further on her slender neck, she gasped, choking for air, eyes wide and unable to hide their fear. Gendry reacted at once, attempting to charge at Corypheus, only for Corypheus to use his free hand to paralyse Gendry with magic.
Forcing him to collapse to the ground in a cage of lightning.
Ignoring Gendry's screams as the lightning began damaging him, ignoring Arya's desperate gasps for air as her face began changing colour, Corypheus turned to Varric and the Dwarf tensed.
"Any more tricks?" He taunted.
Varric glared and reached for his quiver to reload Bianca. "I'm glad you asked you-"
He stopped short, clutching at thin air; he was out of bolts, had nothing left to fire.
Corypheus smirked. "Oh that is a shame."
Varric shook his head, stepping back in disbelief. He had no means of saving Arya, stopping Corypheus or the orb. The ritual was still ongoing; Gendry was paralysed and being tortured by the magic and by the side of his beloved wife being choked to death by the monster they were fighting.
Varric looked over desperately at their last companion. 'It's all on you Chuckles, you need to...'
Varric couldn't help but note that Solas wasn't attempting to attack, in fact, he was focusing, with almost supernatural intent, on the orb. Looking back, Varric noticed it had changed, it no longer glowed red, now a green glow mixed with the red, as if competing with it. That was when Varric knew, whatever was about to happen, began now.
End of chapter and of Varric's storyline, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.