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Chapter 2
Darkspawns were abhorrent creatures that dwelled deep beneath the earth's surface, shrouded in darkness, and often overlooked by the inhabitants of the world above. However, they occasionally emerge from their subterranean lairs to wreak havoc on the land and corrupt all that they touch. These occurrences typically coincide with the appearance of an Archdemon, a powerful Old God that, when discovered by the Darkspawn, becomes corrupted by them and serves as their unspoken leader. The Archdemon then commands hordes of those wretched beings to do its bidding without questioning or rest. The Darkspawn were just the perfect pawn, and as long as the Archdemon lived, the Darkspawn thrived.
Multiple times in the history of Thedas, the Archdemons emerged with an army of Darkspawn, and the people of Thedas called those times Blights—a fitting name for what they could do.
Still, despite the fact that approximately four Blights have occurred, with another currently underway, there remains a significant lack of knowledge regarding the Darkspawns and their true nature. There appears to be no consensus on their origins, what they actually are, or even where they originate from. This mysteriousness surrounding the Darkspawns has left many individuals in the dark and unable to comprehend just what they are.
Not even the Grey Wardens seemed to know, and they were the only ones who could kill an Archdemon and had been doing so for hundreds of years.
Darkspawns were such a mystery that one could only beg the question. Who would be the one to find all those answers? A particular Demon would love to be the first to find out.
"Intriguing species, aren't you?" The demon in question, Demiurge remarked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He stares at the Darkspawn, locked in a cell, lost and confused. "The smell is foul, but it had a lingering sense of strange magic. Interesting. I wonder if this is Necromancy."
Demiurge was deep in thought as he observed the Hurlock's erratic behaviour. The creature relentlessly pounded on the wall, seemingly desperate to escape and make its way towards the eastern lands of Ferelden.
"So, it is drawn to the East? He seems to not even pay attention to me," Demiurge entered the cell where the Hurlock was being kept. He noticed then that the Darkspawn seemed to be in a daze. The Darkspawn couldn't distinguish whether Demiurge was a foe, ally, or master. It was a peculiar reaction, no doubt. The Hurlock could only feel such a powerful aura emanating from the demon before him. So evil, dark, and heavy that it overshadowed the Archdemon itself. Yet the call remains. The Hurlock had no mind of his own. He just knew that he was being called to the East.
The Hurlock's persistent and unyielding efforts to escape his confinement were evident as he repeatedly banged his head and fist against the unyielding walls. With an inquisitive expression, Demiurge observed the Darkspawn's unusual behaviour with interest while scratching his chin thoughtfully.
"He is not attacking me. I wonder if he understands my nature and regards me as a formidable entity, making him realise the futility of confronting me. Alternatively, is it just his animalistic instinct at play? I can only wonder," Demiurge said, knowing that if he wished to learn more about this tainted creature, he would have to dwell deeply in the Deeproads. After all, that's where he found this Hurlock.
"It's impressive how the Dwarves have managed to construct such a vast underground metropolis in this world. Their craftsmanship and engineering skills are truly commendable."
Demiurge then left the cell before he ordered the Hurlock to be restrained. They needed the Darkspawn alive. Their experimentation was beginning.
"I'll need more Darkspawns, many more," he stated with a big smile on his face.
As Demiurge emerged from the newly constructed tower located near the entrance of Nazarick, he paused to take a moment to appreciate his surroundings. The vast expanse of land that lay before him was a perfect fit for their needs. He gazed out over the Sea of Ash, a sprawling, ominous plateau composed of barren, lifeless earth. The ground was as black as coal, and the sky was often ablaze with never-ending lightning storms. The lava rivers that snaked their way throughout the landscape only added to the overall sense of danger and foreboding. Nonetheless, Demiurge couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of what Nazarick could accomplish in this formidable environment.
A place where our lady empires will emerge.
"What an incredible place. It's good that Nazarick landed here," Demiurge chuckled. One could even say that such a land was a perfect fit for a demon like him. But Demiurge knew more than that. He was sure that his lady, the one who holds the title of Empress of all Demons, was the one who brought them to this world. Not that she would make such a claim. Demiurges' lady was humble.
It was their job to understand her words and obey them.
"I am still way behind. I must not disappoint our lady," Demiurge said, adjusting his glasses before noticing an Imp approaching him.
"Lord Demiurge," the Imp called. "We found a small human settlement not too far away from here."
Demiurge then took out a rather big parchment from his inventory—a map bought by Sebas on his reconnaissance mission on Val Royeaux—an excellent tool for them.
"Mont-de-glace, a small city port. How many humans are there?"
"Around two hundred," the Imp replied. "There could be more on the ships that come and go to the sea for fishing."
"I see," Demiurge nodded, thinking that it would prove an excellent opportunity to begin the first step of their lady's glorious plans. "I shall take care of it. We can't have humans so close to borders. Not yet."
"Understood, Lord Demiurge."
Demiurge smiled as he took another deep breath, inhaling the ashes and sulphur of the volcanic air.
"Truly, what a wonderful place to be."
The Circle Tower of Ferelden, a place of learning for every mage, was now a place of nightmares and endless death. The Wardens arrived with the hope of finding help in order to end the Blight. Yet, they only found madness and a Circle on the edge of collapse. Now, the party was sunk into despair as they were dragged to a dream world they couldn't escape.
A truly horrible experience for each one of them. Especially for the youngest member, who saw many friends dead on the ground.
Elia Amell, the young mage, struggled to hide her feelings, her sorrow, and her fear. Elia knew where she was. She was dreaming in the Fade, just like last time.
"I must find them... I need to wake up," Elia whispered, hearing her voice echoing into the vast nothingness of the Fade. That would never feel right. But she had to ignore such fear; demons were lurking and would use anything at their disposal to get her body. "Just remember what First Enchanter Irving taught me."
As Elia made her way into the vast expanse of the dream castle, she couldn't help but mutter to herself, her mind racing with thoughts of all the potential dangers that lay ahead. Despite her youth, Elia was a remarkably resourceful mage, and she knew that she wouldn't have made it this far if she hadn't been. She was acutely aware of the risks she faced, and she refused to let her guard down for even a moment. Thanks to her extensive training and her deep knowledge of the Fade, Elia had managed to navigate her way through countless challenges and obstacles, even when fear threatened to overwhelm her. She was determined to see this mission through to the end, no matter what it took.
Elia would find the rest and help them in any way possible. All of them would make it back to the waking world.
And Elia did just that: she found all her companions and helped them face their strange visions and dreams—she beat every challenge presented to her. All the demons who tried to possess her—Elia defeated them. Elia, the young mage, made sure to let the Fade know that she wouldn't be easily beaten.
Yet, while victory over the Fade was coming, Elia couldn't help but feel something odd in the Fade. A word lingered on her tongue as she tried to describe it. But Elia couldn't find it.
Elia could hear whispers in the dark, far away on the Fade, small discussions among entities she couldn't see. Yet she knew they were there. Maybe it was the Fade playing tricks on her mind. Elia wouldn't deny such a possibility. But whatever it was, those whispers made her anxious.
Demons and spirits, talking to each other... fighting? Discussing? Debating themselves? What could be going on in the darkest corners of the Fade? Elia felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Her thoughts were not always a good place for her to wonder.
Elia continued her travel to the middle of the dream, unlocking the possibility of finally being free by meeting the Sloth Demon that sealed them up in the Fade. However, the meeting was different from what she expected.
"Ah, what a joy to have you all here," the Sloth demon muttered lazily, looking at the champions that prevailed in his many challenges. "Congratulations to all of you. But especially you, little girl."
Elia gulped, holding her staff tightly. "It's over demon. You tried to keep us here. But you fail."
"Did I fail?" The Sloth demon replied with a loud, humming tone of voice.
"Enough. Your games won't work on us any longer."
With a resolute tone, Elia responded to the situation at hand. As she surveyed her surroundings, she couldn't help but feel a sense of empowerment standing amidst her fellow Grey Wardens.
Lyna, the Dalish Elf, stood beside Elia, not saying a word, just holding her bow and glaring at the demon with killer eyes. Elia would keep inside what she saw in the elf girls' dreams. But she could see a clear picture of why she was so standoffish and distant from other people. Lyna has been hurt deeply and carries a lot of guilt with her.
Kalian, for his part, was keeping his head high, trying to forget those dreams and those visions the Sloth demon gave him. It may look like a good memory, but it was nothing close to it. Kalia only saw what he had lost and nothing more.
Catherine kept muttering the Chant of Light under her breath, trying to keep thinking positive thoughts and hoping her father and mother found their way to the Maker. That was all she wanted, but a cruel sensation of vengeance emerged deep inside. Catherine wants to find out who betrayed her family, and when she does, she finds them. The Maker may forgive them because she won't.
Lofrag had a stoic demeanour, yet in that face of his. A dark frown showcases how utterly disgusted he was to have a demon lurk in his memories. If it weren't for Elia, he would've been stuck there, pretending to be something he failed to be: a good brother and protector. He would return the favour in time. But now, Lofrag wanted to destroy the Sloth demon and leave such a place of dreams and lies.
"You lose; now set us free," Elia declared once more as the rest of the Grey Wardens began walking slowly around the Sloth demon.
"It seems that is the case," the Sloth demon sighed deeply while still keeping an eye on each one of the Grey Wardens. "It's hard to comprehend why anyone would choose the harshness of reality over the bliss of a dream."
"You're a demon. You'll never understand it," Elia replied quickly.
Elia's eyes met with the intense gaze of the Sloth demon, and she couldn't help but feel a flicker of jealousy emanating from the powerful entity. It was as if her words had proven something to the demon that he could never achieve himself. Despite her fear, Elia couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for the demon's unattainable desires. Yet, one more time, the Sloth demon sighed deeply.
"I was trying to do everyone a favour. You'll return to a world of chaos and pain. I was trying to keep you happy here."
"I'd rather stay alive and breathing, thank you," Alistar muttered, as the rest just nodded and replied in their own ways, especially after dreaming such a bizarre dream.
"Drop this pathetic try, demon. You are not fooling anyone," Morrigan hissed, her cheek still bearing the mark of a slap delivered by the demon who had taken the form of her dear mother. Perhaps the only realistic thing in her dreams was that the real Flemeth would've done the same.
"The lies are shrugged away by the truth we know. The Maker's light will banish you and set us free," Leliana added. As she recently joined to the group, she had a lot to prove, yet she knew that the Maker sent them there with them. That Andraste truly came and was guiding her to a destiny yet to come.
"I hate to be the one saying this, but... nothing is happening to our bodies, yes? I'll hate dying so young and beautiful," Zevran muttered, giving a glance to Elia, who blushed slightly, remembering the assassin's compromise pose he had when she found him.
"The less time we spend in this place, the better. We shouldn't give this demon the satisfaction of making us lose more time," Sten stated, and while the Qunari's voice was as usual, nervousness could be heard in his voice.
The Sloth scoffed at the party of brave companions. It was a waste of time trying to do what he wanted. They would no longer fall under his spell, and he knew as much. But as he debated himself about what he could do, more whispers could be heard from the edges of the Fade. The Sloth demon hummed in response to so many whispers while the Grey Wardens looked around in confusion.
"Ah, you heard it? That is the sound of a new age, a new song," the Sloth demon muttered before cackling maniacally. "Something is approaching—beings that are not limited to the waking world or the Fade."
Morrigan frowned, unsure if she should trust the words or not, but she was eager to learn more. "What do you mean? What beings?" She demanded as the Sloth demon shrugged.
"I don't know," the Sloth replied as he transformed into a grotesque form. "But one thing is clear. The world will face ruin."
Soon, a battle began. One that would leave more questions than answers.
The searing and oppressive heat that radiated from the scorching sun, high above in the vast blue sky, posed a constant threat to any living creature that dared to brave the arid terrain of the Western Approach. Yet, in this unforgiving and barren landscape, such treacherous weather was not only familiar but also mundane, as the unending expanse of rock and sand stretched out as far as the eye could see.
Despite the harsh and inhospitable nature of these regions, individuals often venture to these places in pursuit of uncovering the ancient ruins of the Dwarves, Elves, and the Tevinter Imperium of old. In addition, prospectors seek to extract the abundant wealth of valuable minerals, such as iron, that lie beneath the land's surface.
And while all of that was true, the Western Approach was still an unknown land, filled with mystery and deadly traps and beasts ready to tear any living being apart.
The place was hazardous for anyone who wasn't prepared. Even still, one's life was always in danger.
That was for most people, but for Galadriel, such a place was beautiful to look at and explore. She has never been to such a place. Galadriel's old world was pure toxicity and darkness, where the nuclear winter didn't allow the sun entry. Before coming to this world, Galadriel didn't even know what a star looked like or how it felt to be underneath the sun's rays. But now she does, and she was basking in that feeling.
"My lady, is something wrong?" Narberal asked, noticing how Galadriel seemed to take deep breaths at every turn. It worried the Pleiades' maids. But it was nothing to be concerned about. Galadriel was enjoying what it was like to breathe fresh and natural air, even though she was wearing a helmet.
"Nothing, Narberal; it's just enjoying the beauty of this place," Galadriel stated, smiling brightly at the wasteland before her. "This dessert has a charm to it that I can't deny."
Narberal only tilted her head, quite confused and not knowing how to reply, so she only nodded slowly. "I see, charming dessert," Narberal replied with an unsure tone of voice.
Galadriel shook her head in amusement. "Now, Narberal, remember, what is our goal?"
"To investigate this world, my lady," Narberal replied quickly.
"True, but why are we taking on the role of two adventurers?"
Narberal frowned, deep in thought. "To camouflage ourselves among those filthy humans and... learn more?"
Galadriel had to give it to Narberal, which was quite close to their purpose.
Galadriel and Narberal have embarked on an undercover mission to learn more about the world and precisely how the magic works. There was a lot to cover and a lot to learn. Galadriel's paranoia wouldn't let any little piece of information slip through her fingers, especially when there were rumours of a powerful Archdemon lurking around in the form of a dragon, commanding an army of monsters called Darkspawns. Galadriel had yet to learn what being an Archdemon truly entails in this world.
Back in Yggdrasil, Archdemon was a Racial class of sorts. There were many variations of an Archdemon. But to reach that, one must first be of the Heteromorphic race—a Demon, to be specific. One would then need to begin as Devil Child, Haileen, Pit, Goliath Fiend, or the most famous and easiest to start, an Imp, and then level up from there. Galadriel, for example, had the title of Demon Empress because she went the most arduous path, which was considered the most annoying thing to do since it was slow to level up, and she was incredibly weak early on. It was called the True Demonic Route—Devilkin instead of Imp, Demonic Entity rather than Arch-Devil. After choosing two of those, True Demon Lord was obtained. Finally, Lucifiend was the last Racial Class one could obtain before receiving a unique quest. The Title Demon Emperor, or in her case, Demon Empress, was only given after doing a sort of Race Quest, a very annoying, long and challenging quest. Galadriel truly suffered while doing that mission. But she obtained before the tile of Demon Empress was given, which concluded her character progression level.
Galadriel remembered reading the forums about the Demon Race's many strange and unique "End Game" Racial Classes. The special Titles one could get if one followed a certain level path and secret quest. Although she didn't want to admit it, there were many others who had achieved the titles of Demon Empress or Emperor. A small minority among the Demon Race players, but they were more like her around Yggdrasil. They even had the same emote.
However, she discovered that some races didn't need to complete quests to earn their titles. In contrast, some titles were given over time or by following a specific path in their build, and others were impossible to attain or too secretive.
Galadriel does recall meeting an Undead with the Racial Class of Overlord who loved to roleplay and a fairy with the title of Neverland Fary Queen. Also, a Demon with the Racial Class of Morningstar Child. Very peculiar and strange one to see.
Regardless, Galadriel doubted that this so-called Archdemon was the same as the one on Yggdrasil. In fact, so far, Galadriel hasn't found anything that could link both. She has no idea how this world operates. Sebas' books were a good source of information, but nothing compares to actually learning firsthand.
"I need to learn more about the so-called Veil and this Fade," Galadriel nodded quietly before glancing at Narberal. "This is my objective, Narberal. We are simply adventurers; your name is Nabe, and mine is... uh, Gali...?"
Galadriel muttered softly, a bit unsure of that made-up name, especially how lazy it was. But for Narberal, it was the best name ever in the history of names.
"Understood, Lady Gali!"
Galadriel groaned slightly. "Just Gali, drop the Lady."
"Understood! Lad-!"
Narberal squealed cutely as Galadriel pulled the Pleiades maid's cheek. "Drop it!"
"Yes!"
Galadriel coughed and stared into the emptiness of the desert, watching the vast sand dunes, distant mountains, and crimson canyons.
She took out the map that Sebas had brought for her and studied it for a while.
"Well, as long as we are going this way, we should arrive at one of the Orlais cities. We are going to start from the bottom. Slowly building our name as nameless warriors. Until we gain some recognition."
Narberal initially nodded her head in agreement but then tilted it in confusion. "My lady, if I could ask something."
"Go on, Narberal."
"Why don't we go and face this so-called Archdemon if we wish to get recognition?"
"That's a good question, my dear Narberal," Galadriel replied. "It's easy to understand why. We have no idea of this being's origin or strength. We can't just up and move into the great unknown without first knowing who our potential foes are. We need to gather more information before making any decisions."
Narberal took her lady's word to heart as if it were gospel itself.
"There is a possibility the Archdemon is not as strong as us, or maybe it could be more powerful than we imagine. Nevertheless, we must think carefully about how the world would react if a being capable of destroying an archdemon appeared. It could put a cross on our backs. Also, we need to find out if there is another Player around. I would like to avoid any open confrontation until I know more."
Paranoia may be Galadriel's biggest adversary, but it's important to see things from her perspective. It was unknown to Galadriel whether or not adversaries strong enough to wipe them out could lurk in the shadows of this new world. She also didn't know if any other players from Yggdrasil were there too. Galadriel had good reason to play it safe for now, especially when the world had magic that was not the same as the one back on Yggdrasil.
"You understand, Narberal? We must be careful and think about each step we take."
"Yes!" Narberal nodded quickly as Galadriel hummed, content with the maid's reaction.
"Also, I have Albedo and Demiurge keeping an eye out for this, Archdemon to learn more about the Blight and the Darkspawn. I trust, in no time, they'll come with knowledge about them."
"As expected of my lady," Narberal replied, nodding sagely.
"Now, let's move, Nabe," Galadriel said before noticing, far away, a raging fire and screaming, which prompted her to smile. "We start our journey here."
"Yes, my lady!"
A forest sometimes serves as a living reminder of an old world forgotten by many, even time. But inside, where no mortal had entered before, were endless branches of high trees hiding ancient elven ruins. But they also hid a lot of secrets. Still, a certain Dark Elf cared too little about whatever those elves left behind. Aura's job was to explore and investigate the forest under the name Tirashan—an appointment with endless entertainment for her.
Many creatures for her to collect, investigate, and capture. A vast playground just for her.
For Aura, hunting strange and unique creatures was what made it all so entertaining. Still, she couldn't help but notice that one of the old ruins she discovered had a peculiar smell.
"Mmhm, very, very interesting," Aura whispered as she stood up on one of the branches of a large tree. "Fenrir, Itzamna, do you sense something?"
Aura's pets began to use their skill to feel any magical trap. Of course, not that someone like Aura needed it, but she was being careful. Clearly taking the words of her lady to be confident. They could sense many magic traps ahead, but nothing that Aura should be concerned about.
Fenrir then nudged Aura's hand as the young Dark Elf hummed, watching the ruins with peculiar intrigue. "[Hunter's All-Seeing Eye]" Aura's eyes could then see everything so clearly and vividly from such a long distance. She saw magical traps or strange figures of magic lurking around the temple. Clearly, this particular elven ruin was different from the one Aura found a while ago. But whatever magic lay dormant there, its dangers weren't a threat to her.
"Ah, I think I should ask Mare," Aura muttered to herself. "My lady told me not to risk myself unnecessarily."
Aura sighed dreamily, thinking of her beautiful lady. She wanted to please the Supreme Being and not disappoint her because if she did. Dead would be the only way for her to repent for her failures. That's why Aura decided to follow Galadriel's introduction and not be too cocky while travelling in this strange new world.
Because, just like her wise lady told them: Even if we are more powerful than the inhabitants of this world. We can't let our potential enemies know all we can do. All we are. We must also be wary and think that someone is watching our every move!
Aura remembered her lady's comments from one of the several meetings the Guardians of Nazarick held with her. Aura, just like the rest, would always pay attention to their lady's proclamations, not even if they were derived from casual conversation. Aura found nothing boring in her lady's explanation.
With that in mind, Aura went ahead and took a more careful approach.
"Alright!" Aura smiled before contacting her brother. "{Mare! Mare! Are you there?!}"
Soon the tired and groaning voice of Mare was heard through [Message] as Aura groaned loudly. "{Are you asleep?!}"
Soon, Mare whined. "{Sister? What is it?}"
Aura gritted her teeth at her young brother's lazy behaviour. "{Mare! Wake up! I found some ruins! I need you here! I can't bother Lady Galadriel by asking her advice! She is busy!}"
Mare seemed to wake up as he simply sighed finally. "{I get it, sister...}"
"{Hurry up! Ask for [Gate] to be opened! Now!}"
"{Yes...}"
Aura scowled as she impatiently began to use her foot to count the seconds she had to wait for Mare. It took around 40 seconds for Mare to arrive finally, and as he came out of [Gate] Aura jumped and began to squeeze Mare's cheek.
"Slow! You're very slow!"
Mare began to whine loudly as he couldn't stop his sister's punishment. "Please! Aura! It hurts!" Not really, but the feeling of being reprimanded helped.
As Mare rubbed his rosy cheeks, Aura scoffed. "Now, we can finally see these ruins."
"Oh, yes, Albedo told me to search for any potential magical item," Mare replied quickly.
"Last time, we found only garbage, but this place seems to be holding up a lot better than those ruins we discovered a while ago. Hopefully, we'll find something worthwhile."
Aura then looked at Mare with a sombre gaze. "Remember, Mare. We must be careful! We can't be overconfident!"
Mare nodded quickly. "Yes!" But soon, the Dark Elf tilted his head, remembering the few occasions they had to defend themselves. "Although everyone we have met has been fragile and pathetic."
Mare mumbled, charmingly scratching his ears, but looking into those eyes revealed a complete lack of empathy for anyone not from Nazarick.
"Those things that called themselves Warlocks were supposed to be powerful... but were truly weak. I didn't pay attention when one of them attacked me. I later realised that this Warlock died when my passive skill [Magic Counter Offensive] activated. Very sad."
Mare muttered as Aura sighed deeply. It was their first meeting with the inhabitants of this world. Their lady sent them West, and they followed a strange path, where they discovered a city ruled by some sort of powerful group of Undead. They looked like Elder Linch but were less powerful than the ones working in Nazarick's library. Still, they ended up killing them and "saving" the city.
After that, Galadriel established a foothold there to gather intelligence about Voshai and the dangers that may yet lurk in the West. According to her scouts, there was a continent over there, and they called it Amaranth. Shalltear, Cocytus, and some powerful summons were already there, searching and getting more information. Both keep a World Item on hand, just in case.
Mare and Aura each had one too. In fact, all Floor Guardians were giving one everything they left Nazarick for a mission. That may be true—an overkill. But Galadriel wanted to leave nothing to luck.
Aura then used an invisibility spell, and they both walked towards the ruin.
As Aura and Mare reached the ruins, they noticed that the old architecture made them think of a temple. A skyscraper's hallmarks include its massive foyer and twisting towers. Even though the forest has consumed it, the scene is stunning and still has its original charm. Soon enough, both twins stared at the entrance.
"Mm, some magic traps are these," Aura sort of scoffed as they ignored whatever those circles were trying to do to them. The magic was ancient but not strong enough to do anything at all. Perhaps they were traps for something else. Regardless, they didn't have an effect on Aura and Mare. For his part, Mare simply tilted his head.
"There are people inside...?" Mare asked as Aura sniffed the air.
"Yeah, I detected it a while ago. But they don't seem to know we are here."
"Truly...? They can't detect a simple invisibility spell?"
"It seems to be," Aura replied with an amused smile on her face. "Still, we should enter and look for any item for our lady. As well, she told me she wanted to learn more about the elves in this world. We should try to speak with them."
"I see no problem with trying to interact with them. But what if these elves don't want to interact with us? Nor give any interesting item to us?" Mare asked curiously.
"We can just kill them or take them to Demiurge and Neuronist."
"Okay."
Aura then waved her hand, realising the invisibility spell. Even then, it took such a long time for whatever being was inside the temple to detect them that Aura and Mare almost explored the entire place without being detected. Aura would blame it on their passive skills. Finally, as Mare and Aura approached the temple's centre, they were surrounded by a group of cloaked individuals. And while Mare and Aura couldn't see their faces immediately, it was clear they were somewhat shocked to see them there.
Aura tilted her head at them as they spoke in a strange way before one of them, who looked to be their leader, walked towards them and spoke.
"Stop there, intruder," the ancient Elf said with a strange accent. "I don't know how you entered this sacred place or where you came from. But you should return now!"
Mare glanced at her sister and waited for her to speak. Aura simply shrugged at her.
"Hello!" Aura said, deciding to take a political approach. "My name is Aura Bella Fiora! And this is my little brother, Mare Bello Fiora. We are... uh, ah! Ambassadors of the Supreme Being, Galadriel Melkor!"
The ancient elves stared at each other, confused. Their leader frowned, peering into the eyes of the two little elves before him. They looked like them. But something was missing. First of all, they had Vallaslin on their faces, meaning they were not slaves. Also, their eyes were so unique. Regardless, the Elf had to stop these children from lingering in that place. No one was allowed there.
"You may call Enasalin the protector of this place and its secrets. It's quite strange that you are here. But how? This place should be under a powerful illusion. Or maybe it has grown weaker?" Enasalin muttered to himself.
"Mmhm, secrets?" Aura hummed, watching around her. "Is this place really that important?"
"It is; this is one of the last strongholds for our people—a temple to those who fought for the freedom of Elvhenan against the Evanuris. We are bound to protect it until the day of our calling begins, " Enasalin replied, unsure of why the tiny Elf was asking such questions.
"Mm, well, I don't care who this Mythal is," Aura scratched her head, a bit baffled by those names. "I just want to know if there is any important item for our lady."
"Can you give it to us?" Mare added cutely as if he were asking for toys.
Enasalin responded with a sneer, feeling extremely offended by the words. "It is evident that you fail to grasp the crucial importance of this location to the Elvhenan. And while we may share certain similarities, you are not my people."
Aura took offence to those types of words, not because he called her an outsider of the Elf race, but because the sneer on the Elf's face pissed her off.
"I am not," Aura quickly replied with a scoff. "I am neither like you nor part of your people. I am a Dark Elf, created by the Supreme Being Bukubukuchagama. We share nothing in common but these pointy ears."
Enasalin ceased hearing the terms "created" and "Dark Elf".
"Dark Elf? Created? I have never heard of such a thing, not of these... Supreme Beings."
Aura then smugly looked at him. "We serve the Supreme One. The leader of the 41 Supreme Beings that created our home, beings who created us!"
Mare nodded fervently with a big smile on his face, hearing the words from his big sister.
Yet, for Enasalin, it was different. "A blind child you are," he said. "A tool, a slave, that's all you will be for those who called themselves gods and tossed once they are done with you."
Aura's eyebrows twitched as she clenched her fist tightly. "What did you say?"
Enasalin looked at the young elf girl with pity and indifference.
"You are blinded by them. You're just a tool for your gods, just like we were to our gods in the past. You'll soon face the same consequences. Din'anshiral that would be your end. This lady of yours? She is not different, and her lies will soon appear, for no God is beyond madness and greed."
Aura chuckled, but there was a sense of anger behind her eyes. "The Supreme Beings, the ones who created us and our lady who brought us to this world, are not gods. They are not bound by anything, nor are they restricted by rules or limitations! They are above such things, above the constraints of godhood; that's why they are Supreme Beings. And our lady was the strongest of them all! Their leader! The one they all follow! And will eventually claim ownership of this world."
Aura was furious at the fact that this lesser being talked in such a way about her lady. The one who spent an entire day with them, eating, talking, and recounting histories of Bukubukuchagama. They were insulting her, and that was a sin.
Enasalin then frowned, wondering if that was true. "So you're the reason why the Beyond trembled? Why were we awakened so suddenly?"
Enasalin asked, but Aura and Mare were done talking.
"It doesn't matter now," Aura replied. "You'll come with us... Fenris, Itzamna, kill the rest... We are taking everything."
Enasalin tried to move, just like everyone else, but they couldn't do so. They were all stopped. Soon enough, the ancient elves saw a powerful aura emanating from the two younglings. Power beyond imagination. It was at that moment that Enasalin began to wonder if they were monsters.
And perhaps they were. But it doesn't matter now.
The temple and its secrets belong to Nazarick now.
Authors note!
-I'll keep the focus on Nazarick and Galadriel more than the other characters. I want to sort of keep the Blight and the events of Kirkwall (Dragon Age II) as a subplot. I mean, the Blight only lasted a year in canon, so... and the events of Dragon Age II are sort of mundane, well, "Some". But those who know Dragon Age know what I am talking about. There will be interactions between Nazarick, the main history of the Dragon Age, and big Sasuga Galadriel-Sama moments if you catch my drift!
I want to focus more on the building of Nazarick's dark empire, like this evil thing that comes from the far West that no one knows what it is. Very like, The Reapers on Mass Effect or something like that.
-Nazarick will make a sort of Mordor in the Sea of Ashes. And will slowly creep into the world after the Blight, but will start as rumours of dark entities arriving at the Western Approach and the Tirashan before creeping the Neck of Orlais. But I won't say much more!
That would be spoilers! Also, having the map of Thedas would work.