It took them five days to reach the Circle of Magi from Lothering. All of the group had held up quite well. Leliana had perhaps struggled the most, but she kept quiet and never slowed the group down. Every night before dinner, Olorin would practice his sword skills. William and Leliana normally went hunting meaning it was mainly down to Alistair to do the teaching. Though he lacked confidence, it was clear that Alistair was an extremely skilled swordsman and a good teacher to boot. Sten refused to help, stating that "a Saarebas is already dangerous enough without using a sword."
After dinner Olorin's time was typically spent with Morrigan. Though the first night he was unsuccessful in finding a wolf, the second night he managed to bring one back to Morrigan, after studying how it had walked he froze the wolfs heart in its chest and brought it back to Morrigan. That night he had the unpleasant task of cutting it open to learn the internal structure of the body. According to Morrigan he didn't need to understand how the insides worked, just the correct structure. As she pointed out it would be no good having the heart in the wrong place. After a couple of days Olorin had mastered making the transformation and returning at will. As Morrigan had told him, it wasn't too difficult. The part that was tricky was moving as a wolf. So used to walking on two was he, he found four nearly impossible.
William and Alistair had also struck up quite a friendship. The two warriors were often leading the group and could be heard by Morrigan and Olorin at the back laughing at various jokes. The one source of tension between the two of them was Duncan. Alistair idolised Duncan. William was still struggling to forgive him for tearing him away from his parents, though he knew logically it was the right choice.
Sten and Leliana had also fitted into the group reasonably well. The three Grey Wardens enjoyed her company immensely and she had a lovely singing voice. Olorin and William both felt however there was more to her then she was letting on.
Sten on the other hand was the strong silent type. He rarely said a word but every word he did say was thought out and spoken well, despite the common tongue not been his first language. He moved with the grace and precision of a seasoned warrior. It turned out that Bodhan had some armour and weapons for sale, and with the discount he gave the group for saving him, they soon had Sten outfitted in steel mail with a steel greatsword to match.
So it was that their crew of adventurers were stood outside the Spoiled Princess Inn, opposite the Circle of Magi. Bodhan had elected to stay at the inn while most of the group went across the lake. Morrigan was not going. As she was an Apostate, the group had decided it was not worth the risk of Knight-Commander Greagoir trying to keep her in the circle, or worse, make her tranquil or kill her. When Morrigan had pointed out she could likely flee before any of this could happen, Olorin pointed out they had few enough allies as it was without causing an enemy on the chantry.
It surprised Olorin to see the Templar Carroll at the end of the lake rather than the ferryman who normally allowed travellers to and from the circle. It took a while to convince him to let them across, but in end Olorin pointed out that Greagoir would likely want to make the decision himself on whether to see the group or not.
If Carroll at the docks surprised Olorin, it was nothing on the surprise he saw at the number of Templars at the entrance to the circle. Normally a visitor was greeted by a Tranquil who would summon either a senior mage, or senior templar, depending on the nature of the visitor. However there was at least two dozen templars in the entrance, all in armour and all shouting. At the doors opening Greagoir turned around to look at them, a look of surprise on his face.
"Greagoir, nice to see you again." Olorin greeted.
"Well look who's back, a proper Grey Warden now as well I assume? Glad you're not dead."
"In all honesty Greagoir, I'm surprised to hear that. I didn't think you'd much care what happened to me after I left."
"You were never much trouble here, until that incident with Jowan. If any mage was to leave the confines of the circle forever, I would rather it be one like you or Wynne rather than any of the militant libertarians."
Olorin just nodded, understanding Greagoir's reasoning. "What happened here?"
"I will speak plainly. We are no longer in control of the tower. Demons, Abominations and Maleficarum walk the tower."
"How did this happen?" Olorin asked, alarm in his voice, fearing for the people he knew in the tower.
"I don't know. A lot of the mages were in a meeting, discussing the events at Ostagar. Next moment blood mages and demons stalked the halls. I have had little choice but to send for the Right of Annulment."
Alistair and Olorin sucked in a breath at this, as did William once Alistair explained to him what it was.
"What about any survivors?" William asked.
"I can't see how there can be." Greagoir replied.
"Mages are not defenceless. Some may have made it to safety."
"But to hope for survivors and find none... it is too much. We must enact the right."
It was then that Olorin realised something about Greagoir. He did care. Perhaps not about mages as a whole, but certainly individual mages. Looking back he had realised he had always seemed close to Wynne, Irving and Sweeny. And certainly he had always come down hard on Templars who had abused mages. Perhaps Greagoir wasn't as bad as Olorin thought he was.
"We will look for survivors." William declared. "That way you don't have to worry about not finding any. You will be forewarned about what you see."
Gragoir looked directly at Olorin.
"Are you sure about this? You're not long out of your harrowing and you know how dangerous abominations can be."
"I am sure. We know that as a Grey Warden it's difficult for me to be possessed, if not impossible. Alistair had finished Templar training and only needed to take vows before he was recruited. Sten is a fearsome warrior and I know William has said he was one of best swordsman out of the noble born. Until you get reinforcements from Denerim, we are your best hope."
"Very well. But I will only accept word that the tower is safe from a trusted senior enchanter. Torrin, Wynne, Sweeny or Irving will do."
Olorin nodded at that. All of those had been enchanters for at least a decade. Irving, Sweeny and Wynne were senior enchanters when Greagoir was merely a Knight-Corporal. If there were any survivors, one of those three could do it. Sweeny was old and going blind, but he was still powerful.
The group discussed their tactics. At Williams request, Greagoir loaned himself and Alistair some Templar shields that were enchanted to repel spells, as well as swords that could help drain a Mages mana. It was agreed that William and Alistair would go first with their shields with Sten just behind them. Leliana and Olorin would be at the back, behind and either side of Sten. It was agreed that when they came into contact, Alistair would go ahead to deal with any blood mages, using his Templar abilities liberally. William and Sten would deal with any abominations or demons with Olorin providing ranged support to them with Leliana aiding Alistair with any blood mages.
Once in formation, the doors were opened for the group and they moved through them, shields raised and weapons ready. Room by room they cleared through the rooms of the apprentice quarters moving slowly and in a methodical manner. It was eerie for Olorin just how quiet the place was. He was used to a constant level of noise, whether it be in the day where apprentices were talking on their breaks, or at night with noises of snoring and people tossing and turning.
Room by room they cleared until they came to one place Olorin was dreading to end up at again. It was the space where young apprentices were first taken for practical spells. While more experienced mages practiced in the library, the very young children would practice here, where there was nothing but stone to damage. However this space also led to the repository and this was the place where Jowan had revealed himself as a blood mage.
However this time the group quickly swung into action. There was a group of people in here. A few children were huddled in a corner, protected by a Mage and two older apprentices. A Senior Enchanter Olorin recognised as Wynne faced down a demon of rage. Olorin, recognising the best way to face a demon of rage was with cold rather than weapons, sprang into action before William could announce a plan.
"Melee fighters protect the children, Leliana help me against the demon." Olorin said as he drew his staff ready to launch various spells of cold at the demon.
However it all proved rather unnecessary. Wynne with a practiced eased swung her arms out wide and launch a 'Winters Grasp' at the Demon, killing it instantly.
"Impressive Wynne. I always thought your skills more suited to healing than combat." Olorin commented.
"You're not wrong Olorin. However I think getting through the barrier I have erected weakened the demon, making it easier."
"Yes that is possible. Greagoir warned me there were demons. I hope rage demons are the worst we have to deal with."
"I think that is rather unlikely unfortunately. Why did Greagoir let you in?"
"We have offered to search for survivors. Greagoir has said he will accept the tower is safe on guarantee of yourself, Irving, Sweeney or Torrin."
"Then our path is clear. I will join you to assist in clearing the tower. I could not in good conscience say the tower is safe when it is not."
"Are you sure Wynne?" the harrowed mage that Olorin recognised as Petra asked. "You were hurt earlier."
"You were injured?" Olorin asked.
"Yes a rage demon knocked me unconscious for a few seconds. I am fine now."
Olorin, knowing he had no great skill at healing had little choice to take Wynne at her word. It was decided Wynne would be behind Leliana and himself. She would focus mainly on casting spells on the team that reduce fatigue and heal any injuries they sustained in battle. With the barrier collapsed, the team moved through the hallway and entered the library where they came up against their first real opposition.
Three creatures ran towards them. The two mages and Alistair immediately recognised them as abominations. The group sprang into action, each of the melee warriors taking on one of the abominations, each also supported by a one of the ranged fighters. The fight was soon over, despite the creatures being somewhat resistant to swords due to their hard skin. Moving through the library they encountered more abominations and a rage demon, though none provided too tough of an opposition. That soon changed once they reached the part of the library that was off limits for the junior apprentices nowhere near their harrowing, apart from for checking the indexes to find a volume.
Here there were more abominations, but this time there were three rage demons. Two of them were of a lesser nature, clearly weak and fell quickly to ice spells from Wynne and Olorin. The final one however was at the upper echelon of rage demons. There was a perception amongst the less knowledgeable mages that the hierarchy of demons as set out in Brahm's Scale was firm. That a rage demon was the weakest and pride demons were the strongest. However this was not the case. A rage demon that focused on a more complex part of anger, such as retribution would be stronger than one that focused on anger derived from jealousy. A rage demon that focused on retribution, could be more powerful than a lower order desire demon who only focused on sexual desire. It was this type of rage demon the party now faced.
After the two lesser wage demons had fallen, Olorin ordered William, Leliana and Sten to focus on the abominations that were also closing in; Alistair, Olorin and Wynne focused on the remaining rage demon. Alistair used his templar powers to channel energy through his blade as he slashed at the demon. It caused little more than a slight wound to the demon. The cold spells Wynne and Olorin were sending were doing little and the demon was now firmly focused on Alistair who as forced to use shield to defend himself. Then Olorin had an idea.
"Alistair, if Wynne and I send an ice spell at the same time and manage to freeze it for a second, would you be able call down a Wrath of Heaven on it?"
Alistair thought for a moment before nodding. Templars had two abilities that could really turn the tide of a battle. A Holy Smite would drain mages of their mana at a distance and hurt them quite badly. Olorin had never been smited, but it was rumoured to feel like someone had dropped a rather large piece of rock in your head. The Wrath of Heaven called on similar abilities from the Templar but was designed for use against demons rather than mages. This ability would damage and stun a demon. Olorin was hoping if it didn't kill the demon it would at least weaken it enough for it to be finished off.
On Olorins count of three Wynne and himself summoned up the strongest 'Winters Grasp' they could and let loose on the demon. While it wasn't enough to freeze the demon, it staggered which was all Alistair needed to swing his arms out and call the Wrath of Heaven down on the demon, which immediately disappeared back into the fade in a burst of flame, finally defeated.
Looking around the group saw that Sten was just finishing the last of the abominations so they moved back into their previous formation and moved up the stairs where they immediately saw a figure. Getting closer they saw it was Owain one of the Tranquil.
The Tranquil had always slightly freaked Olorin out, ever since he got to the circle. It wasn't just the vacant eyes or the monotone voice, or the lack of emotions. For Olorin it was the fear that if he ever stepped out of line that's what would happen to him. He knew some Templars had itched to use the Right of Tranquillity on him due to his status of a dreamer.
With Owain happy to stay where he was the group moved forward, slaughtering all before them. Olorin lost count of how many demons he slew, possessed corpses William decapitated or blood mages Alistair hit with Holy Smites. That was not to count the damage the others in the group were doing as well, which was not an inconsiderable amount.
Their only challenge came when they moved into the Circle Chantry. There the temperature immediately seemed to drop, and William seemed to be drawn towards a small black vial, the likes of which Olorin had never seen before. Wynne however had and screamed and urgent warning to William not to touch the vial. But alas it was too late. The vial shattered and whatever was on it glided quickly towards a corpse, despite Wynne's best efforts at trapping it into a containment spell. Once it reached the corpse, the corpse shuddered, transformed and rose to its feet, a huge sword in one hand and a large shield in the other. This Olorin did recognise from books. And he gulped. It was a Revenant.
Revenants were corpses possessed by powerful demons, typically either Pride of Desire demons. They were virtually immune to nature and cold spells and their skin was extremely strong meaning blades struggled to penetrate it. The element that generally did them the most damage was the same as the other undead, fire. With that in mind, Olorin immediately lit the warriors swords on fire as Wynne sent a fireball towards the demon.
Leliana was pretty ineffective against the Revenant, the arrows not able to penetrate to it. It was certainly a tough fight, but their sheer numbers were starting to get on top of the undead. That was until it pulled an unexpected move. It extended its arm and pulled Wynne in before attempting to slash down with its sword and cleave her in two. William and Alistair had other ideas however. William blocked the downward swing his shield, absorbing most of the blow, as Alistair hit the undead with a Wrath of Heaven, causing the demon inside the corpse some discomfort. This was enough discomfort for Sten to swing his sword in a giant arch and cut off the head of the corpse, sending the demon back to the Fade in the process.
"What was that doing in the Circle Tower?" Olorin asked Wynne, wondering if she knew as a Senior Enchanter.
"It is said several ages ago a Senior Enchanter planned rebellion against the Templars here. Over several years she hid Pride Demons in black vials. Some were found and destroyed, others taken out into Ferelden and some remain in the tower. Hopefully that is the last of them. A Revenant is a formidable foe."
The group moved out of the Chantry and eventually moved into the First Enchanters office. Olorin was disappointed, but not surprised to find that Irving wasn't here, nor did a quick look through his notes help discern his location. Seeing no other recourse, the group moved up, into what was for Olorin mostly unfamiliar territory. The only time he had been through these doors were for his Harrowing. This was where the Templars spent most of their time when not on duty, and only the Senior Enchanters were allowed up here without supervision from a Templar.
Still, they moved through the tower, dispatching any enemies they came across in as efficient manner that they could. This included possessed corpses, manipulated Templars and demons. However, this plan fell apart when the party came across a demon of sloth. Recognising the danger, Olorin immediately tried to cast a sleeping spell on the demon and ordered the others to charge. It was about the only plan that had any chance of success. But it didn't work. The demon put them all to sleep before they could carry out their plan.
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Olorin awoke and immediately knew what he was experiencing wasn't real. One of the benefits of being a dreamer was the fact that he could instantly recognise when he was in the fade, was able to move through the fade at will and alter the dreams of other people. He had a feeling this ability would be useful. He immediately used his power to wipe away the dream the sloth demon had prepared for him, one about him becoming a Knight-Enchanter. He was surprised the sloth demon had even bothered but theorised that with so many people to prey upon, he hadn't noticed that Olorin was a dreamer.
Systematically he moved through the fade, finding each of his companions and freeing them from their dreams. With his dreamer abilities it was easy to tear apart the dreams and then defeat the lower order demons in it. Easy that was, apart from for Sten's. As Sten knew it was a dream, but was content with that knowledge, Olorin knew that banishing the dream would accomplish nothing. So he appealed to the sense of duty of Sten before defeating the demons.
It wasn't long until they came to the sloth demon, who offered to send them all back. It would have been easy to accept, but all knew that without them, Ferelden would have no chance against the Blight, and so began the toughest fight the group had been in so far.
It was immediately obvious to both Olorin and Wynne that this was a powerful sloth demon. They were throwing spell after spell after it, long after a weaker sloth demon would have been killed but it was still going. That was not the only clue that it was an extremely strong demon. It also managed to change forms whenever it was near defeat. Finally, after what felt like hours, the demon went down and stayed down after William had took its head off after Wynne stunned it with a stone first. Not a second later, the group woke up.
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The first thing Olorin did when he woke up was search the body of a mage he recognised as Niall. He knew Niall was not the type of person to go forward without a plan. And sure enough, he found the Litany of Adralla on his body. This was a vital spell. Used by a mage or Templar it could stun demons and halt the mind controlling aspect of blood magic. Olorin picked it up, glad to have the spell. It was quite long, so very few mages mastered it without the chant in front of them.
Moving through the tower the enemies became lesser but more powerful. Olorin was surprised to see Drakes amongst them, not knowing the circle kept them. He knew Irving would be too sensible to keep female dragons though, even if Greagoir would let him.
They finally came to a room with a Templar imprisoned in a magical cage. Olorin and Wynne recognised the Templar immediately as one called Cullen. It was clear to both that his ordeal had changed him however. He was now no longer the shy and moderate Templar they once knew. He had been turned against Mages by his experiences at the hands of the blood mages. Though Olorin deeply regretted the fact, and hoped it wasn't permanent, he found the reaction understandable.
Ascending the steps to the Harrowing Chamber, all were nervous. The nerves weren't helped by the horrible stench coming from the chamber. And they definitely increased whey they opened the door. Inside they saw a mage whom Olorin and Wynne recognised as Uldred and two abominations. They surrounded a mage who it seemed had finally succumbed to torture and accepted a demon inside of him, becoming another abomination. Olorin, Wynne and Alistair immediately recognised Uldred was possessed. It would have been impossible for any mage or templar to miss it. It was an extremely powerful demon he was being possessed by.
"Ah look who we have here. Irving's star pupil. Uldred didn't think much of you then, and I certainly don't see the appeal now."
"Sorry to disappoint." Olorin said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I'm actually quite impressed you're still alive. Unfortunately, that must mean you have killed my servants. Oh well…" Uldred started saying, before a Stone First was sent flying towards him by Olorin. It was unwise to let powerful demons speak for too long.
"Wynne take the Litany and chant it if they try and control anyone. Sten and Leliana, focus on the abominations, William and Alistair, focus on Uldred." Olorin commanded. However, dealing with Uldred suddenly got a lot more complicated.
Instead of the man in front of them stood a twelve-foot creature. Horns adorned its head and its skin was purple with spikes coming out of it. Olorin immediately felt a sense of dread and he saw Wynne and Alistair go pale. They were dealing with a Pride Demon.
Olorin immediately discharged the lightning spell he had been charging, knowing it was nearly useless against a Pride Demon. Instead he launched a large blast of cold at the thing as Wynne sent a Stone Fist at the creature. Neither seemed to harm the creature. Nor did William or Alistairs strikes seem to harm it, despite the Blessed Blades technique Alistair had used. Indeed, the demon just swatted them away like flies. From the impact, Alistair and William would have a few bruises in the morning but they just seemed slightly dazed rather than seriously injured.
Olorin gulped as the demon turned to face him. Wynne was busy using the Litany to prevent one of the abominations from turning Irving. Sten was still fighting two of them as Leliana offered support, having forgone her bow and picked up a sword and a dagger. Olorin realised he was alone. The demon knew it was well and laughed as it launched two whips of lightning at Olorin, who quickly raised a shield. He had no idea if his shield was capable of holding back such an attack, but he knew he had to try.
He recoiled as the lightning hit his shield. The shield flickered for a second but held. The demon charged another lightning strike, but this time Wynne was able to distract him, having finished using the Litany on another abomination. She tried to capture the demon in a Crushing Prison spell, to little success. However, Olorin had an idea.
"Wynne, can you cast a grease spell at it? And make sure you hit in the face."
Wynne immediately did so, the demon not trying to avoid the attack seeing little harm in such a minor spell. However for Olorin his trap was set. Immediately after Wynne's spell connected, he launched a small ball of fire at the demon. Small enough to not cause the demon alarm, but big enough for his purpose.
The grease on the demons face caught alight, causing the demon to scream in agony. The demons agony allowed Alistair to hit it with a Wrath of Heaven, further weakening it. William got the killer blow however, thrusting his sword through the demons neck from behind, causing it drop dead.
Olorin and Wynne immediately moved to the captured mages, as Alistair and William moved downstairs to check on Cullen, all extremely tired from the fight.
"Maker I'm too old for this." Was the first thing Irving said after stretching.
"Irving, are you all right?" Wynne asked, her staff ready to cast healing spells at Irving.
"I am fine Wynne, though I suppose its thanks to you and Olorin."
"Not just us, we had great help. Indeed I doubt we could have rescued you if not for one of our companions, Alistair being a former Templar trainee."
"Yes, I can see how it would be useful. But come we must inform Greagoir the tower is safe. Curse whoever decided to build the circle in a tower. Stairs are no good once you reach my age."
Olorin just laughed at his mentors0- favourite complaint.
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The group were joined by Alistair and William, both of whom Irving passed on his thanks to. Cullen came along at the back, his eyes never leaving a mage as if one was going to turn into an abomination that very second. The truth was there wasn't many mages left. Olorin estimated there had been around one hundred mages in the tower when he left, apprentices included. He thought around two thirds of the tower was now dead. Add the dozen or so mages who had been away from the tower when the fighting happened, he thought Ferelden had around fifty mages attached to its main circle. The smaller circle at Jainen only housed a couple of dozen mages at the best of times, generally those focused mainly on botany.
His heart wept for the mages lost for Uldreds' folly. Especially for Alim. He had been close to the elf and had hoped that he would be with the First Enchanter. But there was no such luck. Olorin could only conclude he was amongst those killed by the blood mages. He knew Alim would never turn to blood magic himself, and plenty of corpses had been left unidentifiable.
"Irving is that you? Makers breath I never expected to see you alive." Greagoir said, relief present in every syllable.
"It is over Greagoir, Uldred is dead."
"Uldred tortured these mages and attempted to turn them into abominations. We don't know how many of them have turned." Cullen spoke. Irving looked angry at the accusation, but Olorin was resigned. It seemed another Templar had become suspicious of mages, though Olorin could hardly blame him. Before Irving could retort, Olorin spoke, having anticipated this.
"The solution to that is simple. Wynne still has the Litany of Adralla on her."
"Of course." Greagoir said, realising what Olorin planned. "Any demons possessing mages will recoil at the Litany. It is a simple way for us to test for possession.
Wynne immediately used the spell the Litany contained on Irving, and nothing happened. Cullen nodded, satisfied that the First Enchanter was not possessed as Wynne moved off to test the mother mages, escorted by some senior Templars.
"Now tell me what happened." Greagoir commanded. He was very attentive as William described what had happened. He was quite impressed at how Alistair had used the Wrath of Heaven in co-operation with Olorin and Wynne, and said he would pass that strategy onto the Knight-Enchanters, who occasionally operated with Templars or Seekers. Greagoir did however splutter when William described the demon they had faced in the Harrowing chamber.
"Uldred was possessed by a Pride Demon and we missed it?" He asked weakly.
"If I may, Knight Commander?" Olorin answered. "Though I have no doubt Uldred had been in contact with the demon for some time, I don't think he had been possessed for very long. I find it difficult to believe a Pride Demon could remain hidden with a circle. Their very nature means they believe they could not be stopped by you, so there would be no need to hide. I don't think Uldred became possessed until the Blood Mages started to seize control of the tower."
Greagoir nodded in satisfaction and seemed to be impressed the group had managed to survive an encounter with a Pride Demon.
"Well you have cleared the tower and I am confident that once Wynne has tested all those with the Litany that I will be able to cancel the Rite of Annulment." He declared to much relief. "As thanks for the service you have provided I can offer you two things. First, any mage in your service will not be hunted until after the Blight unless they attack innocents."
Olorin smiled at that, he knew that would be useful. And if Morrigan tried to hurt innocents, he'd fight her himself anyway.
"Second, you may keep the swords and shields you have used in the tower. They will come of use against the Darkspawn magic."
"Thank you Greagoir. Will the Templars come and aid us against the Darkspawn?"
Greagoir shook his head.
"We can not do so. We must guard the mages." Then he smirked. "However if the mages go into battle we must guard them. And that would include defending them against the Darkspawn."
Olorin joined Greagoir in smirking before heading off to see Irving.
"You have done the circle proud young one." Irving stated.
"Young one? Not child anymore?"
Irving laughed.
"While you may still be young enough to climb the stairs with little issue, your actions today show of a powerful mage and good young man. You are a child no longer."
"Thank you First Enchanter. Will the circle help the Grey Wardens against The Blight?"
"We will Olorin. We may not have much, but the full force of what we have will be thrown against the Darkspawn. You merely have to send word where you want us."
Olorin thanked the man and turned to join the others and leave. Before he could get far a voice stopped him.
"Wait. Irving, if he allows, can I go with Olorin?"
"But the Circle needs help Wynne, We need to rebuild."
"Please Irving. You know how Olorin is at healing, and we can be damn sure he will need a healer sooner rather than later."
Irving turned to Olorin.
"What do you think?"
"It would be an honour for Wynne to join us, and she is right on the healing."
Irving sighed. "Very well Wynne. You was never one to stay in the tower anyway."
Olorin moved away to give Irving and Wynne some privacy. Though he knew the rumours of them being lovers were false, he knew they were great friends and deserved private goodbyes.
"Very well. I am ready to join you." Wynne spoke as she approached the group. Alistair, Leliana and William all greeted her fondly. Sten just mentioned something about more saarebas.
"Just so you know Wynne, we do have another mage in the group. Unsure of Greagoirs reaction, she stayed at the docks."
"That is understandable. I presume she is an apostate?"
"Yes. She was educated by her mother, who claimed the name Flemeth. Whether the legends are true and she is THE Flemeth, I am unsure."
"Very well. What is her name?"
"She is called Morrigan. She is especially skilled in entropy and spirit, and competent and both primal and creationism. A comptent healer, but not on your level."
"Anything else I should know?" Wynne asked.
"She hates the Chantry and The Circle and if sarcasm was a school of magic she would be the most powerful mage in Thedas."
Wynne just sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She had no doubt her and Morrigan would not get along.