An: This is a crossover set after the Legion expansion. Wrathion and Anduin are an established couple. The fic will contain a polycule featuring them eventually. The fic will center around the qunari Inquisitor post her own story in DA Inquisition.

Varric Tethras was tired. He and Hawke had been up all night with an inconsolable Inquisitor. The qunari in question was currently leaned against him as he wrote the first draft of his newest serial. Hawke lounged on the Inquisitor's bed behind them, leafing through mounds of tomes on ancient elven magic; searching for an answer that might save their friend's life.

After an explosive final confrontation with Solas or Fen'Harel or whatever else he had called himself recently, the Inquisitor had told him to go fuck himself. She didn't take betrayals lightly, and as such didn't want her old friend's help, not even to save her life. Varric felt a familiar tightening in his chest as he recalled the look on Solas' face. The words he had uttered promised to haunt the dwarf for the of his days.

"My friend, if you do not take this offer from me you will certainly die before your time and in the deepest agony."

"Fuck you, Solas." She had spat with a great deal of venom. "I trusted you. I told you things no one else to this day knows. I bared my soul to you in ways qunari don't. Now I know why we don't typically do sibling like bonds. And after all that...you couldn't even be truthful with me about who you are. What you are. Get out of my life. I'd rather die screaming than let you cripple me."

Solas had given her a sad look and left as she said. Leliana's people were still looking for him, but Varric had a feeling they wouldn't come up with a damn thing. Meanwhile the Inquisition was slowly getting rid of lingering rifts and taking out isolated pockets of corrupted wardens, Venatori, and red templars; all the while judging any who needed judgement passed for crimes committed in the recent investigation period.

But it had been a couple months now and Kaari was weak enough whenever she actually had to do something to where she'd just stop moving sometimes. Her skin which was normally gray with warm brown undertones was often now just a pale, colorless gray.

The Iron Bull had stated that it seemed like she had developed asala-taar. When Varric questioned him what about what that meant, he said Varric should ask Kaari herself. Kaari had pressed her lips into a hard line when he did just that and from then on stopped showing her weakness and only doubled down on completing her duties, no matter how she felt. Varric told the Iron Bull this and he got a sad expression on his face. "She needs to either see the re-educators or let go of the Qun like I did and move on from our people."

So he and Hawke spent their free time searching for a cure in Solas' old things or anywhere elvhen had once walked. "Varric." Hawke finally said, about six hours into the dwarf pretending to write while he stared at Kaari, willing her to keep breathing. "I found something. Finally got to that crusty satchel we found shoved under the stone shelf of scrolls."

Varric gently laid down their friend in the balcony and moved to where Hawke was gingerly holding a scroll. He read the translated version through the magical lens he had been given earlier and felt his stomach sink further. "Hawke, we don't know where it would send Kaari."

"Yes we do. The spell is very clear about that. She'll go somewhere where someone who can help her lives." Hawke was grim. "I do not wish to let go of an old friend when she is so dearly sick, but this is to save her life. She will come back to us if she can. Until then, I will take care of what she leaves behind. Just like Cassandra wanted from the start."

"Well..." Varric was just as reluctant, but he also did not want to watch Kaari die. "Let's pack her things. Her armor and her weapons. She'll come back and kill us when she's better if we send her unarmed."

x

Ashkaari was sleeping. She knew she was, because she was in the face again. Wait...I'm no mage. I don't go the fade when I'm dreaming and I certainly don't remember it. She stopped floating and looked upon herself in the greenish water at her feet. Horns like a ram of glittering back ebony curled back from a bed of tousled white locks. They were sort of slick with sweat and glistened with the oil of unwashed hair. I've let myself go. I'm a disgrace to the Qun, letting an illness drive me this deep into the ground. Her lip curled and Kaari watched her green features distort as the water rippled at her displeasure. She could no longer even make out her reddish brown eyes.

Kaari floated on, aimlessly wandering the green hellscape. Why am I here? Perhaps I died in my sleep and the anchor took me. It was a sobering thought, but not one that held on for more than a few moments. No, I'm not dead. I'm still sick from the anchor's hold. Her mind was muddled and Kaari suddenly wished with absolute clarity she had not left Seheron. I cannot form a complete thought. This is how I die, isn't it? Trapped in senility and demented dreams. Will I ever get free? As she was thinking that last grim thought to herself, a warm light appeared not far from her. It was a different color, a vibrant red-orange flecked with hot black.

Lava. She sighed in relief and drifted toward it, noting the lovely smell the closer she got. Wait... that's a dragon. Kaari forced her eyes open flipping to her feet and snatching the daggers on her belt. She had herself backed to a wall before she could even fully wake up. At least part of my training remains fresh.

x

Anduin Wrynn felt the squeezing of his lover's hand mid-meeting and glanced at Wrathion. Wrathion mouthed at him that he'd wipe that worried look off Anduin's lips in front of everyone if he didn't smile right now. Anduin managed a smile. It was small, but Wrathion seemed to relax and let his hold loosen a little.

At once, all the mages in the room looked upward at the same time even as Wrathion pulled Anduin up and out of his seat, shoving him behind the dragon. In the space of half a heartbeat, a green slit wounded the air as it spilled open with a horrid cracking noise like shattering glass. Then a figure fell from it, clattering noisily onto the table which buckled from the weight, dropping the tall and muscular woman on the floor with her assorted daggers and compound bow.

Wrathion moved closer, his nostrils flaring. "At first glance she could be a draenei." He glanced toward Anduin just as she was moving. "She's got dragon blood in her, Anduin."

The woman had grabbed the nearest two daggers and done a back flip, disappearing into a puff of smoke and going invisible mid-air. To the right, Matthias Shaw did the same and then shouted, pointing her out. "By the doors!"

Jaina raised her hands, pulling together enough arcane magic in her fingers to slam the meeting room doors and windows shut. There came a quiet muttering from the corner and Wrathion frowned at the sound of what he recognized as draconic. "Everyone just stop for a moment!" He boomed, raising his voice above the din. Then he became to step toward the woman, following the strong smell of dragon, and said in draconic, "Who are you? Is there something you need? We're a little on edge, here."

The woman uncloaked, letting him get a good look at how sick she actually seemed up close. "I'm Ashkaari Adaar. Most just call me Kaari or seeker, as that is my role in the Qun."

"Seeker, huh?" He glanced at her weapons. "Any chance we might talk more with more civility?"

She was about to answer when all the light fled from her eyes and she pitched forward, unconscious in her mystery illness. "Oh dear-" He caught her. "I think we need a healer, Shaw."