Dragon AgeGod of War: Of Dragons and Gods Chapter 4, a God of War + Dragon Age Crossover fanfic

Dragon Age/God of War: Of Dragons and Gods

Chapter 4: A Long Way Home, Anders, and The First Sacrifice

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The following day, Hawk, Aveline, Bethany, and Varric approached Kratos. They asked if he would be willing to accompany them to Mount Sundermount in order to fulfill a debt to the one who had saved them. Their task was to bring an amulet to the top of the mountain, where a Dalish clan resided.

Kratos, ever the loyal companion, agreed without hesitation. He had come to respect and appreciate his newfound friends, and he was more than willing to help them settle their debts and honor those who had helped them in the past.

Together, the group gathered their supplies and set off on their journey towards Mount Sundermount. The journey would be long and treacherous, but they knew that they could rely on one another to face whatever challenges awaited them. And with Kratos by their side, they were confident that they would succeed in their mission.

Upon arrival at the base of the mountain, Hawk spotted some elfroot and added it to the other alchemical ingredients he had collected along the way. As they ventured further, the group encountered a group of giant spiders. With teamwork and skill, they easily dispatched the creatures.

As they approached the Dalish camp, two elven guards stepped forward, eyeing the group cautiously, especially Kratos. Their expressions were a mix of surprise and suspicion. Hawk quickly explained their purpose, stating that they had come to deliver an amulet to their Keeper.

When Hawk pulled out the amulet, Kratos couldn't help but notice something both familiar and different about the energy emanating from it. It was an intriguing sensation, one that piqued his curiosity even more.

The elven guards exchanged glances before reluctantly allowing the group to enter the camp. They led them to the Keeper, who awaited their arrival with interest. The air was thick with anticipation as they approached, each of them aware that the delivery of the amulet could have significant consequences for both the Dalish and themselves.

As the group approached Keeper Marethari, they saw an elderly elf with silver hair and intricate tattoos. She greeted them, stating that she had been expecting their arrival. However, she paused for a moment as she looked at Kratos, as if sensing something about him and the weapons he carried, particularly the jagged Blades of Chaos on his back. After a brief moment, she continued and greeted him as well.

Keeper Marethari then explained that their task was not yet complete. They must take the amulet to an altar on the mountain. Her First, Merrill, would provide them access to the trail leading to the summit. As she spoke, Kratos and the others couldn't help but notice a hint of remorse in her voice. Although they were curious, they decided not to inquire further at this time.

The group followed the Keeper's instructions and sought out Merrill, who would assist them in reaching the mountain's summit. They were determined to see this task through, even as the sense of mystery surrounding the amulet and the Dalish clan continued to grow.

As they approached Merrill, they saw a young elven woman with black hair and beautiful features. Kratos couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, as he could almost hear something whispering to her. This made him wary and more alert than usual.

Merrill seemed to be engrossed in examining something, oblivious to the group's approach. As they got closer, Hawk greeted her with a warm smile, saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Merrill."

Merrill looked up, surprised and slightly flustered at not having noticed their approach. She blushed, her voice quivering slightly with nervousness as she replied, "Oh, um, thank you. It's nice to meet you too. I'm sorry, I didn't hear you coming."

She studied the group for a moment before agreeing to help them find the trail leading to the summit.

As they set off together, Kratos remained cautious, his instincts telling him that there was more to the situation than met the eye. However, he kept his concerns to himself for the time being, focusing on the task at hand and trusting in the abilities of his companions to handle any unforeseen dangers.

As they continued along the trail, Merrill spoke up, her voice tinged with concern. "The dead are restless here. Please, be cautious and show respect for their graves. It's only right that we do so."

No sooner had she uttered her warning than they encountered a group of undead shambling towards them on the path. Kratos, heeding Merrill's words, gripped his Leviathan Axe tightly and hurled it like a boomerang during the battle. The weapon cut through the air with deadly precision, striking multiple undead foes before returning to his outstretched hand.

Hawk, for his part, quickly threw a concussion grenade into the midst of the undead archers. The resulting blast stunned them, making it easier for the group to pick them off from a distance.

With a combination of tactical skill, teamwork, and powerful weaponry, the group managed to dispatch the undead while still maintaining a level of respect for their resting places.

As the group continued their journey, Merrill couldn't help but notice the unique properties of Kratos' Leviathan Axe. Her eyes widened in fascination as she watched the weapon return to his hand as if it had a will of its own.

"The magic within your axe," she said, turning to Kratos with a mixture of awe and curiosity, "it's unlike anything I've ever seen before. It seems to have a life of its own, and the energy it holds... it's simply fascinating."

Kratos acknowledged her observation with a nod, fully aware of the unique nature of his weapon. This exchange only piqued the interest of the others, and they found themselves paying closer attention to the mysterious and powerful artifacts that Kratos carried with him.

Merrill continued, her voice soft and almost dreamy, "I can almost hear... a woman singing from it. The melody is faint but enchanting."

Kratos paused at her words, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at his axe. He appeared to be remembering something, a distant memory that was both poignant and personal. He was genuinely impressed that Merrill could perceive such a subtle aspect of the weapon.

"You have a keen sense for magic, Merrill," Kratos acknowledged, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Not many can hear that. It is a melody tied to the axe and its history."

The others in the group exchanged curious glances, but no one pressed further. There was a sense that they were touching on something deeply significant to Kratos, and they respected his privacy. Nonetheless, they couldn't help but be intrigued by the depths of mystery that surrounded their powerful companion.

As they approached the magical barrier, Merrill seemed uneasy. She explained that there was only one way to get through it. With a hint of reluctance, she took a small knife and made a cut on her hand, allowing the blood to flow freely.

As Merrill used her blood to open the barrier, Kratos noticed two distinct things. First, there were whispers – faint, seductive promises of power emanating from beyond the barrier. And secondly, he could sense Merrill's internal struggle against these whispers. It was apparent that she was trying to maintain her guard against them, resisting the allure of the power they offered.

The rest of the group could not sense the whispers, but they could see the conflict in Merrill's eyes. As the barrier dissipated, they exchanged concerned looks. It was clear that something dark and powerful lay ahead, and they would need to be on their guard to face whatever challenges awaited them on the path to the summit of Sundermount.

Bethany spoke up, her voice full of concern. "That was blood magic! A dangerous practice!"

Merrill replied, somewhat defensively, "Yes, but it was the only way to get through the door. And you have to admit, it helped."

Hawk chimed in, his tone serious, "Sure, demons are very helpful, up until they possess you and turn you into an abomination."

Merrill hesitated for a moment, then agreed. "Well... that is true."

She tried to regain her composure and changed the subject. "We're almost there. The altar is just up the hill."

The group continued cautiously, each member acutely aware of the potential dangers that lurked around them. The journey up the hill would be a test of their resolve and determination, but together, they pressed on.

Kratos silently observed Merrill as they continued up the hill. On one hand, she was playing with fire, dabbling in dangerous blood magic. Yet, he could also sense the inner turmoil inside of her, as if she were struggling to carry the burden of her choices.

So far, she seemed to be resisting the darkness that threatened to consume her. Kratos considered that perhaps Merrill's heart was pure and her intentions were truly for the greater good. He couldn't help but think about how she was able to hear his wife's singing emanating from the Leviathan Axe. In his experience, no one with ill intent had ever been able to hear that beautiful, haunting melody.

He decided to reserve judgment, at least for the time being, as they continued on their quest. It was clear that Merrill had her own demons to face, and only time would reveal whether she could conquer them or fall victim to their influence.

Kratos also noticed the worried expression on Hawk's face as they walked. He could sense that there was some kind of connection between Hawk and Merrill in the realm of mortals, as if their destinies were intertwined. It was as though the fates had drawn their paths together, binding them to one another through the choices they made and the struggles they faced.

This realization made Kratos more aware of the bonds and connections that were forming in this strange world. He couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards both Hawk and Merrill, as their lives and decisions seemed to have a profound impact on one another. As they continued on their journey, Kratos knew that he would do everything in his power to support them and ensure their safety, no matter the challenges they faced or the darkness that lurked within.

As Merrill completed the ritual, a powerful presence filled the area. The air seemed to hum with energy, and the very ground beneath them trembled. Kratos felt a familiar sensation, something akin to the presence of the gods he had known in his own world. Suddenly, a figure appeared before them, her form shrouded in shadows and mist. It was Flemeth, the legendary witch of the wilds.

Merrill immediately bowed her head in respect, recognizing the powerful being standing before them. Hawk and the others remained silent, unsure of what to expect from this mysterious entity. They watched as Flemeth regarded them all with an unnerving gaze, her eyes flickering with an ancient wisdom and cunning that sent shivers down their spines.

"Ah, you have brought me the amulet, as promised," Flemeth said, her voice like a whisper on the wind. "I see that you have encountered many challenges along the way. But you have persisted, and for that, I commend you."

She turned her attention to Kratos, her eyes narrowing as she studied him. "You... you are not of this world. Yet, you have forged bonds with those who are. Your path is intertwined with theirs, and you shall face great trials together. Remember, even in the darkest times, your connections to one another will be your greatest strength."

With that, Flemeth reached out and took the amulet from Merrill. As she did, a pulse of energy emanated from the artifact, and it seemed to resonate with the power that Kratos had sensed earlier. The group watched in awe as the witch completed the ritual, her words carrying a weight and purpose that they could not fully understand.

As the ritual concluded, Flemeth vanished as suddenly as she had appeared, leaving the group to ponder her words and the experience they had just shared. They knew that they were bound together by fate and

As the ritual concluded, Flemeth turned her gaze back to Kratos once more. "Before I leave you to your fates, I have one more thing to share with you, stranger. Your companion, the one you call Mimir, is somewhere in this region. He arrived a short time ago. I advise you to keep your eyes open for him, for his knowledge and guidance will prove invaluable to you and your newfound allies."

Kratos' eyes widened at the mention of Mimir, and a mix of relief and determination filled his heart. He nodded solemnly, grateful for the information that Flemeth had provided. With a final enigmatic smile, Flemeth vanished as suddenly as she had appeared, leaving the group to ponder her words and the experience they had just shared.

Merrill rose from her bow, and the group turned their attention to Kratos, their expressions filled with curiosity and disbelief. It seemed the time had come for Kratos to share his secret with them, as it could no longer be hidden.

"I come from another world," he began, his voice steady and strong. "I travel through realms and the worlds that inhabit them. And I am not like you... I am a god."

The others exchanged glances, trying to process what they had just heard. Kratos continued, "I am a God of War from a far-off land, and I have battled gods and monsters alike in the realms I've visited."

The revelation hung in the air like a thick fog, the weight of the truth settling over the group. They looked at Kratos with a mix of awe and uncertainty, but also with a sense of understanding. Their recent experiences together and the incredible feats they had witnessed him perform seemed to lend credibility to his words.

"So, when Flemeth mentioned your companion Mimir, is he also from your world?" Hawk asked, his curiosity piqued by the prospect of meeting someone else from Kratos' realm.

"Yes," Kratos replied, nodding. "Mimir is a wise being and a trusted ally. He has provided me with guidance and counsel throughout my journeys, and his knowledge would be invaluable to us all."

As the group continued their descent from the mountain, their minds were filled with questions and wonder about Kratos' true nature and the extraordinary journey that lay ahead of them. But one thing was clear – they were bound together by fate and their shared purpose, and together they would face whatever challenges awaited them.

Kratos hesitated for a moment before adding, "There is one more thing I should mention. Mimir is... just a head. He was imprisoned in an unbreakable tree for about 800 winters while being tortured every day by a chief god called Odin."

The group looked even more astonished, but Kratos continued, "Odin, the Mad Raven King, was relentless in his pursuit of knowledge. His obsession drove him to madness, and he plunged all nine realms of his world into war."

As they processed this new information, the group realized that the worlds Kratos had traveled were fraught with chaos, conflict, and powerful beings that defied their understanding. The complexity and scale of these worlds were far beyond anything they had ever known, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

Despite the surreal nature of the revelation, the group continued to trust Kratos, as their shared experiences and his honesty had forged a strong bond between them. Together, they would navigate the challenges ahead, armed with the knowledge and power of both their world and Kratos' mysterious, distant realm.

Aveline spoke up next. "I assume him just being a head has something to do with his imprisonment….?"

Kratos nodded solemnly as he explained, "The only way to free Mimir from the tree was to cut off his head and then resurrect it. It was an act of mercy compared to the torture he faced every day at the hands of Odin."

The group exchanged uneasy glances, but they understood the gravity of Mimir's suffering and the difficult decision Kratos had been forced to make. Even though the concept of resurrection was foreign to them, they recognized that Kratos had done what he thought was best for Mimir, and his actions had ultimately saved Mimir from a fate worse than death.

They couldn't help but wonder about the world Kratos came from, where gods were at war and the line between life and death could be blurred. As they moved forward, they knew that the bonds they had formed and the challenges they had overcome together would carry them through whatever mysteries awaited them.

The group returned to Keeper Marethari, and after a brief conversation with Merrill, the Keeper addressed them all. "Merrill has chosen to help you on your journey," she said, her voice firm but tinged with sadness. "She is in your care now."

Hawke nodded, a serious expression on his face. He understood the weight of responsibility now placed upon him and his companions. They would do their best to protect and guide Merrill in this new chapter of her life.

With that, they left the Dalish camp and made their way back to Kirkwall, heading to the Elven Alienage where Merrill's house was located. They knew that Merrill's unique skills and knowledge would be a valuable asset in their ongoing quest, and they welcomed her into their close-knit group with open arms, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

Later at the elven alienage…

As Merrill settled into her new home, she turned to Hawke with a hopeful look in her eyes. "Will you come visit me sometime?" she asked shyly.

Hawke smiled warmly, touched by her request. "I would love that, Merrill," he replied, his words genuine.

Merrill's cheeks flushed slightly at his response, and she offered a grateful smile. "Thank you, Hawke," she said softly. It was clear that the support and friendship of Hawke and the others meant a great deal to her as she started this new chapter of her life in Kirkwall.

…

The following day, Hawke, Aveline, Merrill, and Kratos decided to pay Varric a visit at the Hanged Man. As they all gathered around a table, Varric leaned in and began to share some intriguing information.

"I've heard that there's a Grey Warden named Anders living in Darktown," Varric began, his voice hushed. "Word on the street is that he has a secret map, one that reveals a hidden passage in the Deep Roads. But he's not just going to give it away; he's willing to trade it for a favor."

Hawke and Kratos exchanged a glance, both understanding the potential value of such a map. Not only could it provide them with a strategic advantage in future endeavors, but it might also offer them further insights into the mysteries of the Deep Roads.

"Sounds like a good lead," Hawke said, his eyes locked on Varric. "What kind of favor does he need?"

Varric shrugged, a sly grin on his face. "I'm not exactly sure, but I think it's worth finding out. With a map like that, who knows what we could discover down there?"

Kratos nodded in agreement. "If this Grey Warden is indeed willing to trade, it might be wise to meet with him and learn more."

The group decided to follow up on the lead, making their way to Darktown in search of Anders and the mysterious map that could lead them to untold secrets within the Deep Roads.

Upon arriving in Darktown, Hawke made sure to stop by a small makeshift stall run by an elven boy named Tom. He was a resourceful kid, selling various potions and grenades in the impoverished area.

"Hey, Tom," Hawke greeted him with a friendly smile. "How's business?"

The elven boy looked up and smiled back. "It's been alright, Hawke. People need what I have, and I try my best to provide."

Hawke nodded and reached into his bag, pulling out some elfroot and other materials he had collected during his travels. "I'd like to donate these to help you out. Maybe you could trade them for some grenades and potions?"

Tom's eyes widened, clearly grateful for the generous offer. "Of course, Hawke! I really appreciate it. I'll make sure these go to good use." He quickly sorted through his inventory and handed Hawke a selection of grenades and potions in exchange for the materials.

Hawke thanked him and, with the transaction complete, he rejoined Aveline, Merrill, and Kratos as they continued their search for the Grey Warden Anders, hoping to learn more about the secret map of the Deep Roads.

As the group, including Varric, walked through Darktown, they came across a woman begging for coin to feed her children. She looked desperate and weary, and it was clear she was struggling. Without hesitation, Hawke reached into his pouch and handed her a Sovereign, equivalent to at least a week's wages for the average person.

The woman's eyes widened in disbelief and gratitude as she took the coin, thanking Hawke profusely. "Thank you, sir. You have no idea how much this means to us," she said with a tearful smile.

Hawke nodded and gave her a reassuring smile. "Take care of yourself and your children," he said gently.

As they continued on their way, Kratos, Aveline, Merrill, and Varric couldn't help but admire the selfless act Hawke had just displayed. It was a reminder that, despite the hardships and the dangers they faced, there were still people willing to go out of their way to help others in need. It made the journey feel more worthwhile and strengthened their resolve to make a difference in the world.

As the group arrived at the clinic, they noticed a donation bin near the entrance. Hawke looked around at the refugees and the wounded who had come seeking help, and he knew he needed to do something. Without a second thought, he reached into his pouch and pulled out five Sovereigns, dropping them into the donation bin.

The desk clerk, who had been watching the scene unfold, approached Hawke with a grateful smile. "Thank you so much, Ser," he said sincerely. "Your generous donation will go a long way in helping those in need. It's not often we see someone give so freely."

Hawke nodded, feeling a warmth in his heart as he looked at the people his donation would be helping. "It's the least I can do. These people deserve a fighting chance."

Kratos, Aveline, Merrill, and Varric exchanged glances, once again impressed by Hawke's selflessness and kindness. His actions served as a reminder that even in the darkest times, there was still hope and goodness in the world, and they were determined to do their part to make a difference.

Hawke then turned to the clerk and asked, "Do you happen to know someone named Anders? We heard he's looking for help with something, and we're willing to offer our assistance."

The clerk eyed the group cautiously for a moment but, sensing they weren't Templars, he nodded and pointed towards the other side of the room. "Yes, Anders is here. You'll find him over there, using his healing magic to help one of our patients."

Hawke thanked the clerk and led the group towards the area the clerk had indicated. They found Anders focused on his work, his hands glowing with a soft blue light as he tended to a patient's injuries. His long blonde hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, and his robes, though slightly worn, were still in good condition.

As they approached, Anders glanced up from his work, his blue eyes taking in the group before him. "Can I help you?" he asked, his tone cautious but not unwelcoming.

Hawke stepped forward and introduced himself and his companions. "My name is Hawke, and these are my friends Aveline, Merrill, Varric, and Kratos. We heard you might have a map of a secret passage in the Deep Roads, and that you might be willing to trade it for a favor. We're here to offer our help."

Anders studied them for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright, I can use some help. But first, let me finish healing this patient. Then we can discuss the details." With that, Anders returned his focus to the injured person before him, his hands glowing with renewed intensity as he worked his healing magic.

Hawke and the others stepped back, giving Anders the space he needed to work. They waited patiently, understanding the importance of the healer's task. The group exchanged glances and small talk, careful not to disturb Anders as he continued his work.

After some time, Anders finished healing the patient, the blue glow of his magic fading away. The patient looked much better, and they offered their thanks before leaving the area.

Anders turned to Hawke and the others, wiping his hands on a nearby cloth. "Thank you for waiting," he said, his voice weary but appreciative. "Now, let's talk about that favor you mentioned. I do have a map of a secret passage in the Deep Roads, but in exchange for it, I need your help with a personal matter. There's someone I need to find, and I believe your unique skill set can help me with that. Are you willing to assist me?"

Hawke exchanged glances with his companions, sensing no deception in Anders' words. He nodded in agreement. "Yes, we'll help you. Just tell us what we need to do."

Anders let out a small sigh of relief, clearly grateful for their willingness to aid him. "Very well, let's discuss the details of what we need to do, and then we can set out on our mission." The group gathered around Anders, listening intently as he shared the information he had and the plan he had in mind.

As they made their way to the Circle of Magi, Anders couldn't help but steal occasional glances at Kratos, intrigued by the enigmatic man. Kratos was unlike anyone he had ever seen before – a towering, ashen-skinned figure clad in what appeared to be barbarian leather armor. And his weapons were equally mystifying – a strange axe, a gauntlet with an unknown function, and those vivid-looking, menacing blades.

Justice, the spirit residing within Anders, silently warned him to be wary of Kratos and his weapons, especially the blades. They gave Justice an uneasy feeling, as if they held a dark and dangerous power within them.

Despite Justice's warning, Anders couldn't shake his curiosity about Kratos, wondering who he was, where he came from, and what his story might be. Nevertheless, Anders focused on their mission to find Karl and ensure his safety, trusting in Hawke and his companions to work together as a team.

As they continued their journey, Justice spoke to Anders internally, a sense of unease apparent in its voice. "Those blades fill me with... fear," it admitted reluctantly, "something I never thought I would feel."

Anders couldn't help but be concerned by Justice's admission. If a spirit – particularly one that embodied the concept of justice – felt fear, then there must be something truly ominous about Kratos and his weapons. The revelation only served to heighten Anders' curiosity and wariness towards the enigmatic man.

However, despite the foreboding sense they felt, Anders and Justice knew they had a mission to focus on. They had to find and help Karl, and that meant relying on the strength and cooperation of Hawke, Kratos, and their other companions. Trust would need to be placed in their hands for now, but Anders resolved to keep a close eye on Kratos, searching for any signs that might reveal more about his true nature.

As Hawke, Aveline, Anders, Merrill, and Kratos arrived at the Chantry at nighttime, they immediately sensed that something was off. The streets were too quiet, and the door to the Chantry was unlocked. The atmosphere was eerie and unsettling, causing a shiver to run down their spines.

Once inside, they found Karl, who had already been made Tranquil. Kratos, unfamiliar with the term, asked what it meant. Anders explained that the Tranquil had their connection to the Fade severed, rendering them emotionless and compliant. Furthermore, he added that the condition was incurable without death.

The group stood in somber silence, taking in the gravity of Karl's situation. The harsh reality of what the Templars were capable of was all too apparent, and it fueled their determination to do what they could to help those suffering under the oppressive system. With heavy hearts, they pressed onward, prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead in their quest for justice and freedom.

As they discussed Karl's fate, a Templar appeared and praised Karl for a job well done. Karl, void of emotion, apologized to Anders, revealing that he had informed the Templars of their arrival. They had walked straight into a trap.

Overwhelmed by anger and a burning desire for justice, Anders was overtaken by the spirit of Justice, his form glowing blue as he roared, "You will never do this to another innocent!" Prepared for battle, Kratos, Hawke, Aveline, and Merrill braced themselves for the imminent fight.

As the skirmish began, Kratos cleaved a Templar down the chest, starting at the shoulder. He noticed that the Templars seemed to be focusing on him for some reason, as if they had recognized him as a major threat. Undeterred, Kratos continued to fight, lending his strength to his newfound allies as they pushed back against the Templars, determined to overcome the trap they had set for them.

Hawke swiftly executed a backstab and hurled a concussion grenade at a group of Templars. In response, Kratos, who had just recalled his Leviathan Axe, unfolded his shield and slammed it into the ground, sending a shockwave through the air. The force of the shockwave knocked the Templars off their feet, their helmets ringing from the impact.

The Templar commander's face paled as he observed Kratos and his abilities. He couldn't possibly be a mage since he didn't wield a staff, but the way his axe returned to his hand and the unfolding shield seemed unnatural and defied explanation. The commander couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease as he faced this formidable warrior, uncertain of what other abilities he might possess.

As the battle continued, Kratos and his allies pressed the advantage, demonstrating their determination to protect their own and expose the injustice inflicted upon Karl and countless others by the Templars.

There were only three Templars left, including the Templar commander. As Kratos and his allies stared them down, the Templar recruits laid down their arms and got on their knees, surrendering. The Templar commander straightened his sword, ready to continue the fight, but Hawke threw a concussion grenade at his head, knocking him unconscious.

In that moment, Karl spoke Anders' name with recognition in his voice, allowing Anders to regain control. Karl explained that he had brought a piece of the Fade into the world, but it wouldn't last long. He pleaded with Anders to end his life, unable to bear the prospect of returning to the emotionless state of Tranquility.

Anders didn't know what to do. Hawke looked at him and said, "My sister says being Tranquil is a fate worse than death. Whatever you decide, I'll stand by you." With a heavy heart, Anders made the difficult decision to end his friend's suffering. He pulled out a knife and, with tears in his eyes, granted Karl the release he had asked for.

As Anders ended Karl's suffering, Aveline pulled the Templar commander to his feet and locked him in shackles. With a stern expression, she told him, "You will face justice for this. Not only did you carry out these cruel acts inside a Chantry, but you also attacked the Captain of the Guard."

The Templar commander's face paled further as he realized the severity of his actions and the consequences that awaited him. Aveline was determined to ensure that he paid for the cruelty he had shown towards Karl and the other mages, as well as his blatant disregard for the authority of the city's guards.

With the commander in custody, the group left the Chantry, their resolve to fight injustice stronger than ever. They knew that this would not be the last time they faced the dark side of Kirkwall's political landscape, but they were ready to stand up for those in need, no matter the cost.

…

Aveline led the group, along with the shackled Templar commander, to the Viscount's Keep. Upon arrival, they were granted an audience with the Viscount himself. They explained the entire situation to him, detailing the cruel treatment of Karl and the other mages, the trap set for Anders, and the ensuing battle within the Chantry.

The Viscount listened intently to their account, his expression growing increasingly troubled as the details unfolded. Once they finished, he expressed his gratitude to Hawk, Aveline, Anders, Merrill, and Kratos for their bravery and for bringing this matter to his attention.

He assured them that the Templar commander would face the full extent of the law for his actions and that an investigation would be launched into the matter to ensure that such incidents did not occur again.

The Viscount looked at Aveline and her companions with admiration. "I must express my gratitude and commend you all for your continued efforts in preventing political disasters in our city. Your vigilance and dedication have not gone unnoticed," he said sincerely.

Turning to Anders, the Viscount offered his apologies. "I am truly sorry for what you have had to endure, and for the loss of your friend. I cannot undo what has happened, but I promise you that I will personally speak with the Grand Cleric at the Chantry to ensure that she is informed of the circumstances surrounding these events."

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "As a leader, it is my responsibility to protect the people of Kirkwall, including its mages. I will do everything in my power to prevent further tragedies like this from happening in the future."

Anders nodded, appreciating the Viscount's sincerity and commitment. As the group left the Viscount's Keep, they felt reassured that their efforts had made a real difference in the lives of the mages and the city.

Back at the clinic, Anders presented the map to Hawke and Kratos, expressing his gratitude for their help. "I cannot thank you enough for your assistance," he said sincerely. "Without your intervention, I dread to think what might have happened to Karl, and the consequences for the mages of Kirkwall."

Anders took a deep breath and looked at them earnestly. "If you will have me, I would like to join you on future missions. I believe that we can accomplish more together than apart, and I hope to help protect the innocent and bring justice where it's needed."

Hawke and Kratos exchanged glances, weighing Anders' offer. After a brief moment of consideration, they both nodded in agreement, welcoming Anders to their team.

With Anders now a part of their group, they were even better prepared to face the challenges ahead and bring justice to the people of Kirkwall.

…

While exploring the town square, Hawke, Kratos, Aveline, Anders, and Merrill encounter Sandal and his father. Kratos is particularly interested in runes, examining the various ones on display. Meanwhile, Sandal stares eerily at Kratos' weapons and gauntlet.

Sandal's father explains the power of runes and how they can be used to enhance weapons and armor. He also mentions that his son has a unique talent for enchantment. While the others listen attentively, Sandal continues to observe Kratos, seemingly captivated by his extraordinary equipment.

As kratos examines his new rune and feels the power inside of it...sandals father approaches hawk and asks if they can come work for them in their home as they need a benefactor...?

Hawk considers the offer for a moment before agreeing, understanding the value Sandal and his father could bring to their team. "Of course," Hawk replies, "We'd be happy to have you work with us at our home. Your skills will be of great help."

Sandal's face lights up with excitement, and he exclaims, "Lots of enchantments!" His enthusiasm is contagious, and the group can't help but share in his excitement for the potential that their collaboration holds.

Sandal's father expresses his gratitude to Hawk and the rest of the group, promising to do their best to support their endeavors with enchantments and rune work. Kratos, Aveline, Anders, and Merrill all see the value in having such skilled artisans working with them and look forward to the enhancements that Sandal and his father can provide to their weapons and armor.

As the group finished their business in the Hightown market, Hawk spotted a "help wanted" poster on a nearby wall. It seemed that someone was seeking assistance in locating a missing person. Intrigued, they decided to investigate further and climbed the stairs to the location indicated on the poster.

Upon arriving, they met a man named Ghyslain. As they spoke with him, it quickly became apparent that he was a lousy husband. He seemed indifferent and uncaring about his missing spouse, providing only vague and dismissive answers to their questions.

Despite Ghyslain's unsympathetic demeanor, the group decided to take on the task of finding his missing spouse. They believed that everyone deserved help, even if the person asking

Before they agreed to help, Hawk asked Ghyslain if he truly wanted his wife back, his voice filled with disapproval. Ghyslain made a dismissive remark, saying that, regardless of anything else, his wife took care of the house and cooked dinner. The comment caused Kratos and the others to frown, their disdain for the man growing.

Hawk stared at Ghyslain incredulously, replying, "And you wonder why she's gone...?"

Hawk looked Ghyslain in the eye and said firmly, "We'll find your wife, but whether or not she wishes to return will be up to her. We will respect her choice."

Ghyslain's face showed a mix of irritation and defeat, but he knew he had no other choice. He begrudgingly agreed to the terms set by Hawk.

With that, the group set out to investigate the disappearance of Ghyslain's wife, determined to ensure her safety and respect her wishes, regardless of her husband's questionable character.

Hawk looked Ghyslain in the eye and said firmly, "We'll find your wife, but whether or not she wishes to return will be up to her. We will respect her choice."

Ghyslain's face showed a mix of irritation and defeat, but he knew he had no other choice. He begrudgingly agreed to the terms set by Hawk.

With that, the group set out to investigate the disappearance of Ghyslain's wife, determined to ensure her safety and respect her wishes, regardless of her husband's questionable character.

As they walked away, Ghyslain told them to speak with Jethann at the Blooming Rose. Aveline turned to Hawk and said, "I appreciate your decision to let the wife decide if she wants to return or not. It's the right thing to do, especially given her husband's attitude."

Hawk nodded in agreement, and the others in the group shared similar sentiments. They knew that their priority was to ensure the missing woman's safety and well-being, rather than blindly following the wishes of her callous husband.

With their resolve strengthened, the group made their way to the Blooming Rose to speak with Jethann and gather more information on the whereabouts of Ghyslain's missing wife.

Upon entering the Blooming Rose, they spoke with the manager and explained their concern for Ghyslain's wife, Ninette. They wanted to find her to ensure her safety. Understanding the urgency of the situation, the manager led them to a back room where an elf wearing lipstick and makeup was seated. Though taken aback by his appearance, the group remained focused on their mission and asked him questions about Ninette.

The elf, Jethann, revealed that Ninette had left her husband and was potentially in danger. He also mentioned that a Templar named Emeric was looking for her and could be found in Darktown. He suggested that they might want to check the underground passageways, as they could be a possible meeting place for Ninette or anyone she may be in contact with.

With this new information in mind, the group thanked Jethann for his help and left the Blooming Rose, heading towards Darktown to follow the lead on Emeric and the underground passageways. The priority remained ensuring Ninette's safety and supporting her right to choose her own path.

Upon arriving at the southeast part of Darktown, the group entered the underground passageway. Hawk noticed some Deathroot and quickly picked it up, as he always did when encountering useful resources. As they ventured further into the passageway, they discovered Emeric being assaulted by a group of thugs.

The thugs were about to launch an attack on Emeric when they noticed Kratos, Hawk, and Aveline approaching. The trio had a fierce reputation in Kirkwall, known for their efficiency in getting things done and handling troublemakers. Recognizing the potential danger they posed, the thugs hesitated, which gave Hawk and his companions the opportunity to intervene and defend Emeric.

Together, Hawk, Kratos, and Aveline quickly dispatched the thugs, showing off their combat prowess and teamwork. The defeated thugs fled the scene, realizing they were outmatched. With the immediate threat neutralized, the group turned their attention to Emeric, hoping he could provide more information about Ninette's whereabouts and whether she was safe.

With the situation now under control, Hawk, Aveline, Kratos, Merrill, and Anders turned their attention to Emeric, hoping he could provide more information about Ninette's whereabouts and whether she was safe.

Emeric, visibly grateful for the group's timely intervention, caught his breath and thanked them for saving him. He explained that he had been investigating Ninette's disappearance and had uncovered some leads that led him to the underground passageways. He was following a potential suspect when the thugs ambushed him, likely to deter him from his investigation.

Hawk, understanding the gravity of the situation, offered his assistance to Emeric without hesitation. He realized that if Ninette's disappearance was not an isolated incident, there could be a more sinister force at play, and it was their duty to protect the people of Kirkwall.

Emeric gratefully accepted Hawk's help, sharing more information about the other disappearances that had taken place. Many of them were young women who had vanished without a trace, and despite his best efforts, Emeric had struggled to find any substantial leads. He hoped that working together with Hawk, Aveline, Kratos, Merrill, and Anders would yield better results.

The group proceeded with a newfound determination to unravel the mystery behind these disappearances and bring those responsible to justice. They carefully combed the underground passageways, searching for any clues that might lead them to Ninette and the other missing women. The more they investigated, the clearer it became that they were dealing with something far more dangerous than a simple kidnapping case.

They decided to revisit the Lowtown dark foundry where Mharen's trail ended to look for clues. Upon entering, Kratos could tell something was wrong; there was a darkness here. As they ventured further, they were ambushed by a desire demon and shades.

During the fight, Kratos ripped the shades in half with ease, and the remaining shades backed up in fear. Then, he pulled out his Blades of Chaos and charged at the desire demon, crashing her into the wall. The blades stabbed into the demon, making everyone pause as she let out a scream, saying, "I... CANNOT... DIE... IT'S... IMPOSSIBLE...!" Before long, she was reduced to ashes on the ground, ceasing to exist.

Kratos stood over the ashes as he pulled the Blades of Chaos from the wall. For once, even Justice, the spirit inside Anders, could not explain what had just happened. That demon didn't return to the Fade like they usually do; it had simply died. The sight was unnerving and left the group in a state of shock, as they tried to understand the implications of what they had just witnessed.

Everyone else stared in shock at the remains of the demon, trying to make sense of what they had just witnessed. Aveline and Merrill exchanged concerned glances, while Hawk looked at Kratos with a mix of awe and apprehension. Anders, feeling Justice's confusion and fear, couldn't help but shudder.

The shades that were left seemed to sense the change in the atmosphere. They hesitated for a moment before they slowly started backing away in fear, evidently realizing that they were facing a force unlike anything they had ever encountered before. The power and finality of Kratos' actions had made an undeniable impact on both his companions and their enemies.

The shades, seemingly understanding the gravity of Kratos' threat, quivered with fear. Sensing that they were outmatched and facing a fate far worse than returning to the Fade, the shades didn't hesitate any further. In an instant, they dispersed, vanishing from sight and leaving the group standing in the now-empty foundry.

The air was thick with tension as the reality of what had just occurred settled in. Despite the numerous battles they had faced, none of the companions had ever seen a demon truly perish in such a manner before. Kratos' power was unlike anything they had ever encountered, and it both amazed and frightened them.

Cassandra looked at varric in disbelief. "...You cant be serious! he destroyed a demon...not returned it to the fade...just killed it?! that's impossible!"

Varric nodded solemnly, his eyes focused on Cassandra as he confirmed the tale. "I know it's hard to believe, but it's true.

Cassandra's eyes widened, and Varric continued, "I wasn't there for that particular kill, but I saw him do it on other occasions later on. It's a sight you won't forget, believe me. He can destroy demons in a way none of us have ever seen before. It's like I said, Cassandra, seeing is believing."

Cassandra struggled to process the information, realizing that there was much more to Kratos than she initially thought. The notion that he could permanently destroy demons was beyond anything she had ever heard of, and it left her wondering what other secrets this mysterious warrior held.

Cassandra gestured for Varric to continue, eager to hear more about the aftermath of the demon's destruction.

Varric obliged, "After Kratos annihilated the demon, everyone was left in shock. Aveline and Anders walked over to the spot where the ashes lay, staring at the remains. Aveline whispered, 'Maker...' as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. Anders, on the other hand, used his magic to examine the ashes more closely. After a moment, he looked up at the others with a mixture of awe and disbelief in his eyes. 'There's nothing left,' he said. 'No essence, no power... Just ashes.'"

Cassandra couldn't help but be impressed by the sheer finality of Kratos' actions. His power was undoubtedly extraordinary, and it seemed to defy all conventional understanding.

Hawk and the others explain to Emeric that they encountered a desire demon in the foundry and that Kratos destroyed it permanently, showing him the bag of ashes they collected as proof. Emeric looks at them in disbelief, not quite sure how to process the information.

"I've never heard of such a thing," he says. "A demon being destroyed permanently? It's...unheard of."

Kratos simply nods, his face impassive as he sheathes the Blades of Chaos. "It's not a common occurrence," he says. "But it's possible."

Emeric seems to consider this for a moment before turning back to the matter at hand. "And what about the bones with the ring?" he asks.

Hawk hands over the bones with the ring and Emeric examines them closely. "It's her," he says, his voice heavy with sadness. "Ninette's bones."

The group shares a somber moment before Emeric speaks up again. "We need to find out who's behind this," he says. "And bring them to justice. Thank you for your help in this matter."

Hawk nods in agreement before they all turn to leave, the weight of the situation heavy on their hearts.

…

Later

Ghyslain's shoulders slump in defeat as he takes the ring from Hawk. "I should have been a better husband," he mutters, his voice low and heavy with regret. "Maybe then she wouldn't have left."

Hawk adds that it's important to honor Ninette's memory by making amends and becoming a better person. Aveline also chimes in, saying that she knows what it's like to lose a spouse, and that it's never easy, but that it's important to try to find meaning in their memory and carry it forward in a positive way. Finally, Kratos speaks up, saying that everyone has the capacity for change, and that it's never too late to start making a difference in the world. With those words of encouragement, they leave Ghyslain to his thoughts, hoping that he will take their words to heart.

Ghyslain thinks on that for a moment before closing his hand over the ring and promises himself to do better...for her sake...

The group nods in approval and then starts to make their way out of Lowtown. As they walk through the streets, Anders turns to Hawk and says, "You know, I was thinking. We've been through a lot together. Maybe it's time we gave ourselves a name."

Kratos grunts in agreement, and Aveline raises an eyebrow. "A name? For what purpose?" she asks.

Hawk smiles. "For fun. For recognition. For when we become legends."

Merrill giggles, and even Justice seems amused by the idea. "I think it's a great idea," she says.

After some discussion, the group agrees to call themselves the "Blades of Order," as they strive to bring order and balance to the world. With their new name, they continue on their journey, ready to face whatever challenges come their way.

…

As Emeric presents the ashes to Knight Commander Meredith, he couldn't help but notice how her once composed and confident demeanor is now replaced with a sense of restlessness and anger. She dismisses the slaver boss and turns to Emeric and the templar lieutenant, her eyes blazing with fury.

"You have failed me yet again," she hisses at the lieutenant. "Your incompetence and recklessness are making a mockery of the Order. You are hereby stripped of your rank and will be sent to the Chantry for reassignment."

The lieutenant tries to protest, but Knight Commander Meredith cuts him off, "Silence! Your actions have already caused enough damage to the Order's reputation. Your punishment is a mercy compared to what you deserve."

Emeric notices that the Knight Commander seems to be more agitated than usual. He suspects that the recent events are taking a toll on her. He decides to speak up, "Knight Commander, with all due respect, the people are starting to question the Order's actions. We must be careful not to lose their trust."

Meredith's eyes snap to Emeric, and he can feel the weight of her gaze. "You question my methods, Emeric?" she says, her voice cold.

Emeric stands his ground. "No, Knight Commander. I question the consequences of our actions. We must maintain the people's trust if we are to succeed in our duty."

Meredith stares at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she nods. "You have a point, Emeric. We must be vigilant in our duty to the people. But make no mistake, our mission is paramount. We cannot allow the mages to threaten the safety of the realm."

Meredith orders Emeric to gather all possible information on Kratos and the blades he wields, as she senses a great danger in them. She tells Emeric that if this Kratos and his companions are left unchecked, they could potentially pose a threat to the entire continent.

Emeric nods, understanding the seriousness of the situation, and leaves her office to carry out her orders. Meredith, on the other hand, sits back in her chair, deep in thought about the looming threat that she believes Kratos and his group could bring.

She knows that she must act quickly and decisively to neutralize this threat before it's too late, but she's also aware that she must tread carefully, as the public opinion is already turning against her.

With that, she dismisses the meeting, leaving Emeric with a sense of unease. He can't shake the feeling that the Knight Commander's dedication to the cause is turning into an obsession.