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The Calm
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Birds sang a soft melody within the hidden grove while other forest life grazed about. Her foot steps were silent but Miara felt all eyes of the Spriggans upon her as said nature spirits soon appeared. The ancient matron once more rose from the lake water as she gazed down at the Dragonborn. She took note of the object held with reverence in the elf's hands.
No words were spoken but immense grief could be felt throughout the grove as Miara gave the lady's heart to the matron. The dunmer's ears perked at the sound of a mournful hymn soon filled the area as the other spriggans soon came to the matron.
The towering Spriggan gave a bowed head to the gray elf who did the same before she turned on her heels to leave. Outside the grove Serana waited with Neria.
"Now the forest can heal;" The Nordic vampire murmured with her lover soon coming to their side and begun to leave.
The young elven mage gazed back at the grove; "That hymn sounded so sad." And beautiful, but she felt it would be inappropriate to say.
"Even spirits can mourn," Miara addressed; "But let's return to the camp."
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Cries of tear-filled joy echoed throughout the Dalish camps as their elven kin who were turned had returned to them free from the curse. Thanks to the Wardens and their comrades. Sofie and Sten were ensuring Swiftrunner and the other humans were safely taken out of the forest.
But not all news was joyful as Theron came to Lanaya.
"So... that's it?"
"I'm sorry"
Lanaya, 'Keeper' Lanaya now, let out a wary sigh as she leaned back against the cold and hard bark of the tree. She blinked quickly a few times, most likely trying to hold back her tears. Theron had just finished recounting the tale of what went down in the ruins, with Witherfang and Zathrian.
At least, the version he decided to tell her.
He didn't have the heart to destroy her clan's image of the man, regardless of what happened. Dalish had so few heroes as it were...
"He gave everything to save us all" That much was true.
Lanaya remained silent for what felt like a long moment, but couldn't have been more than a few seconds. Finally her eyes snapped back to his, "Thank you for telling me this, Theron. Zathrian... he meant too much to his clan. I will tell the others. We'll need to prepare rites for him and..." She paused.
"Of course" Theron softly said, neither of them wanting to drag out the conversation.
With a small nod, she departed to hold council with her clan, stopping momentarily, her fists clenching and unclenching as she gave him a look over her shoulder. "Zathrian... did he say if he had any regrets?"
Theron considered his next words carefully, "I doubt anyone can live as long as he did and not have them"
"True enough" She conceded, "Maybe giving his life for the clan, he thought he was making amends for the mistakes he committed"
The hunter of the Sabrae clan felt the hairs on his neck stand on edge at the look she was giving him, the tone of her voice, implying she knew far more than she was letting on, her words carrying a hidden meaning that only he would understand.
The former First did not believe Zathrian had nothing to do with the curse, it did not necessarily mean he told her, but she knew him far too well to not piece things together. And the evident pain in her eyes told him she was hurting about knowing the truth far more than anyone else ever could.
"...He died for his clan" Theron finally said.
She no longer met his gaze, "Maybe that has to be enough" Without another word, she left at last.
Theron turned as his Keeper came to him with a grim and mournful gaze; "Falon'Din enasal enaste." She bowed her head as she spoke a small elven prayer. "We have lost one of our best." The Dalish warrior said nothing before Marethari peered out at the camp; "But many of our people were saved and brought home. For that we can be grateful."
"The Wardens were true to their word"
"Do not undersell your role in all this, Theron" She replied, "You are a Warden, you are called to a higher purpose to stop the Blight"
"It's not what I wanted" He admitted, "But their... our cause is just"
"You are a very welcomed addition to our ranks" The jovial voice of Alistair spoke as he and Marcus approached the elves, "Wish we could have given you more of a choice, but our circumstances are rather dire at the moment"
"And I was dying" The hunter replied.
"Well that was implied" Alistair smirked in that fashion the elf was beginning to think was usual for him.
"Can the elves spare warriors to fight the Blight?" Marcus asked, shifting the conversation. "I mean no offense, but your numbers are not very promising, and I've seen the horde at Ostagar..."
Marethari actually smiled coyly, "The are many other clans in Ferelden, we won't match the size of a large army, but you'll many experienced and talented elven bows at your service"
A grateful bow came to Alistair; "Thank you keeper." The former Templar sighed scratching the back of his head; "Well this has been a long day."
"I suggest a day's rest for all of you." Marethari remarked back; "You're more than welcomed to stay with us given all you've done."
"We gladly accept serjo." Eyes turned to see Miara having had entered the camp with Serana and Neria. "I'm not leaving until Sarya wakes up anyway."
Marethari cocked her head inquisitively; "And where were you three off at?"
"Wanted to retrieve these. Just took time to roam back around the ruins." The group having decided to keep the grove and Spriggans a secret. The gray elf held up the armor and weapon of the ancient arcane warrior.
They had also run into that crazy hermit mage they were warned about, and the man was utterly and absolutely out of his mind. And after implying he had killed dalish who had wandered in too closely to his territory, Miara was swift to kill him. Ugh, she was just sure Sheo would pick him up along the way to the Isles, her mentor always kept an eye to any crazies she met.
If the Keeper's eyes grew any wider Serana wondered if they would have fallen out. The elderly woman came close as her hand traced over the chest plate; "Sulahn'nehn. Ilen and Varathorn will be most grateful. This armor and weapon were mentioned in many of the lost books and scrolls our clans have found. But never in my life did I think to see the Dirth'ena Enasalin's armor."
"We could have had the power of the Arcane Warrior if not her shortsightedness." Theron quipped curtly making Neria wince under his glare.
"Telanadas." The keeper reproached making the young warrior bow his head. Her gaze turned to Neria who shifted nervously; "While reckless in your actions, I am grateful an Elvhen claimed the power. But be mindful from now on Da'len." Marethari spoke in a stern but maternal manner.
"Yes Keeper." The young elven mage bowed.
"Now that you have the skills of the Arcane Warrior, Dirthara. That is my wisdom to you."
"I honestly had no intention to use this power" Neria confessed, "I just wanted to return it to the dalish... but now I realized I have no way of doing so" The meekly admitted, "Should I... write it down for you or-?"
"Oh that won't do at all!" A very peppy voice called out, making Theron let out a sound of exasperation. Looking like she just woke up, which was a given by the state of her hair and her hastily thrown over new set of clothes that was most likely the case, a young elven woman with familiar gray skin like her fellow gray skinned mother. "Taking stuff that doesn't belong to you? Well one thing is to plunder ruins, I mean mom does it all the time, but knowledge with no way pass it down?" She clicked her tongue a few times. "Now that won't do at all"
Upon giving the elf a closer look, having lacked the chance to see Miara and Serana's younger daughter before, Neria paled considerable. "Oh Maker she's real..." The Circle mage muttered in disbelief.
"How can you be this energetic?" Miara questioned with a drawl to her words, "I can't get up from bed without jolting myself with lightning"
"Sleeping is a waste of time; you could be using the rest of the day more productively!" Sarya rapidly spoke before waving the still stunned dark tanned elf, "Hi Neria!"
She wasn't a spirit or demon... By Andraste that creature was actually real.
"Well, I suppose I can train Neria in combat." Mused Miara crossing her arms. That garnered a squawk from the circle mage; "Would be a waste not using something as unique." She held the sword hilt once more as a silver blade of magical energy rose once more. "And you can use this! This is badass!"
"Oh that is pretty!" Sarya went beside her elven mother staring at the blade; "I want to know how this works! Now I got to know more about this Dirth'ena Enasalin. Let me see that please!" The magical blade faded as Miara handed it to her daughter and gave a small explanation of how to make a blade; "OH let's see!" Channeling her arcane energies soon a 'purple' blade rose up. "Now that is brilliant! We are learning everything about this!"
Miara nodded; "Yes we are." Both dunmeri women giggled like children.
A low groan came from Serana; "Oh now both are enthusiastic about it." She patted the young elf's shoulder; "You no longer have a say in this." A long whimpered moan came from the elven girl.
"Well," Alistair shrugged; "It will keep you busy on the road."
"Oh but first we have to share the knowledge you learn, no biggie I'll just delve into your mind so you can share it with the mages here!"
"Eeep" Neria let out a sad frightened little noise.
"It'll be just like when I taught you Aedric Spear!"
Miara and Serana deadpanned, "Of course it was you"
"Oh I just realized!" Sarya was pretty much hopping from one foot to the other, "Theron, we'll be traveling buddies!" The dalish warrior suddenly looked several shades paler, his eyes going wide, looking very reminiscent of aged soldiers who had been left scarred by the atrocities they had witnessed in war. "We'll get to know each other better now! Ohhhh we're going to be the best team ever! Don't worry I'll be correcting you on every single thing you do wrong so you can keep up with me"
"...I hate you, I hate you so much" Theron pointedly said. To Alistair.
"What did I do?"
"You let me live!"
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The arrow found its way to the middle of the bullseye in the tree, inspiring a round of awed sounds from the group of children surrounding the bard. Leliana smiled amusedly as they all proceeded to gush about it in true child fashion.
"Where you learn to shoot?!"
"Didn't know Shems could use a bow like that"
"How come your hair's so red?"
It had been less than an hour since Sofie and Sten had returned after escorting Swiftrunner and the rest of the human out. After being told they be staying till tomorrow they all took time to find something to keep busy.
The former Bard decided on working on her archery to make certain she wasn't too out of practice. Her talent at the bow drew quite a few Dalish to observe. "I learnt how to use a bow when I was a girl. It took a lot of practice."
"You use a bow almost as good as an elf."
Leli smiled at the compliment; "Thank you." She took note of a few older children were blushing at her, heh, she still got it.
"Are we having fun?" Heads turned to Sofie who grinned; "Leli showing off?"
A cute pout came from the redhead; "I'm not showing off, I'm practicing."
"With a small crowd of easily impressed children" Said children in question proceeded to surrounded Sofie, clinging to her, asking a hundred questions a minute, and overall being very excitable and curious. Much more so to the people who had saved their clans. Sofie laughed as she lifted her arms, two children laughing merrily as they hanged from her limbs, causing Leliana to smile warmly at how good the nord was with them.
Still, she was a bard, she couldn't let Sofie have the last word. "'Easily impressed'? I hope you're not implying my marksmanship skills are subpar"
"Don't get me wrong, you're good" To make the children give them some privacy, Sofie pulled out a trick that never failed. She whistled sharply and sounds of paws against the ground were soon upon them. Loke and Bran barked happily, causing the children to immediately forget them and ran off to play with the mabari. Sofie smiled softly at them before approaching Leliana, her gesture turning coy. "But I've seen better, my mom Miara can shoot the SUN and unleash its fury"
Leliana rolled her eyes, "And here I thought waxing poetic was my thing"
"It's cute you think I'm being rhetoric" Before the redhead could ask her what she meant by that, the nord quickly changed the subject. "So uh listen. On the way back I found this and, well, thought of you" She awkwardly said as she reached into her satchel and pulled out a flower. A very recognizable flower.
Leliana's pink lips parted slightly, "That's..."
"An Andraste's Grace right? Checked a botany book twice to see if I got the right one" Sofie admitted with that endearing smile of hers.
Ever so gently did the former bard take the flower into her hands. Her gaze took in every detail as memories flooded her mind. Her mother's smile as she sat on terrace of Lady Cecilie's while watching her as a child trying to sing as she played. Sofie wasn't really sure if she was blushing or not at the sight of the redhead giving the most beautiful smile she had ever seen.
"I can't recall when I've last seen one of these." Leliana muttered as she drew the flower close and smelled its scent. "Mother always had these in her room, so much so all her clothes smelled like them. You remembered... thank you"
"Of course I did" The nord smiled gently. "It was important to you"
Leliana held the flower close to her face, almost touching her lips and slightly tickling her nose, in a futile attempt to hide the overjoyed smile. Her cheeks blushed with such a gentle color that it was hard for Sofie to not just sweep her off her feet and give the strongest hug she could.
The bard fidgeted slightly, as if unsure of what to do, before standing on the tips of her toes, reaching close to Sofie's face and planting a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Thank you..." Leliana once more said in gratitude, feeling like a complete fool acting like an inexperienced maiden. But Sofie always did get that reaction out of her.
The warrior remained so still she might as well be a statue, her face slowly morphing through a multitude of emotions, mostly happiness and embarrassment, her lips struggling to let out even the simplest of words, "You're welcome" She just wished she didn't sound so husky while doing so.
"Sofie" Her vampire mother called out to her, carrying a box of ores easily under her arm with her supernatural strength.
The nord looked confused; "Who? ...I mean, yes! Me, that's... that's me right?"
Ugh, where was a hole in the ground when you needed one?
Serana gave her a strange look, "Um, your mom is making a schematic out of that armor we found, and you know how she gets. She's gonna need these metal to test the right materials for it"
"Right! Uh, coming!" The vampire rolled her eyes and walked off to where her lover was working. "So uh, gotta, help my mom with... stuff" The nord awkwardly said, rubbing her neck as walked away, in the complete opposite direction where Serana had gone to. Leliana just smiled gently and a bit humored as Sofie soon walked back in front of her. "That way" Sofie mumbled out.
Leliana's blue eyes only observed the Nordic woman walk away with her vampiric mother. "Si doux(So sweet)," she muttered dreamily in Orlesian.
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Varathorn and Ilen gazed at the ancient Elvhen armor in awe. Both having only seen another like it from Clan Lavellan during one of the gatherings. Sentinel armor being its proper name Ilen informed Miara who was busy sketching down every detail down on parchment. "To think, old friend, we gaze at another such remarkable armor of our people." Varathorn murmured breathlessly.
"Indeed..." Ilen held up the sword hilt. He soon took note of Serana and Sofie bringing raw veridium ore; Miara had explained she found while in the forest along with more Ironbark; "Ma serannas, now we can make proper gear for everyone."
Serana put down the crates of ore with Sofie; "And Miara will make least three copies of those schematics. That way the rest of the Dalish can make their own while she has one."
In that Theron, who stood close was beyond grateful to hear. But one detail did bother him; "Are you sure letting her take the sword hilt is wise?" He asked in a hushed tone to Ilen and Varathorn.
"We do not part with such a relic lightly, Theron" Master Ilen evenly replied, "But sadly, we lack the sufficient knowledge to replicate such blades. If we want to recover the ways of the Dirth'ena Enasalin we must ensure that all of its aspects are whole, including that of the weaponry"
"Armor, we can replicate" Varathorn added, "But how to make a blade of pure arcane energy? That is beyond our grasp. So, after consulting with the Keeper Marethari and Lana- Keeper Lanaya" He corrected himself at the last moment, a passing look of sadness in his eye evident as he clearly had thought of Zathrian. And just as fast as it appeared, it was gone "We felt it was better to lend it to someone who can uncover its secrets, someone whose knowledge integrates both smithing and magic"
"You've fought alongside her Theron, to save our clans" The Sabrae Keeper said, "You know we can trust her"
"I know it's just" He sighed, "It is not easy, giving pieces of our past to outsiders"
"We understand" The smith replied with sympathy, patting his shoulder, "Believe me, it's a wound to our pride as the clans' craftsmen that we can't actually do anything regarding that blade"
Miara paused from her work to peer over to the young Dalish warrior; "I'll bring the hilt back and in one piece after I figure it out. A weapon like this is a once in a lifetime find. I'm proud the Mer of these lands had advanced so much." She winced realizing what she had said before thinking; "Sorry."
"It is fine," Ilen grinned; "These small discoveries can help in the long run for all Elvhen of Thedas. And thanks to Sarya the arts of the Arcane Warrior are being passed to us."
Theron had to hold the bile in his throat. As much as he despised Sarya, she was doing a great boon for them. Transferring knowledge of the Dirth'ena Enasalin skills to their mages. His eyes went over said Telvanni mage in question. In front of her were Aneirin and Neria, her hands on their foreheads. His eye cocked seeing Mithra by the Dunmer's side casually speaking.
When did they get this friendly?
It almost looked like it caused little strain to the dunmer, or that she required next to no concentration, to transfer knowledge from one mind to another. Theron was no mage, but this seemed like the sort of thing that shouldn't easy to do.
She let go of their foreheads, both backing away with wobbly steps.
"Did it work?" Neria asked, gaze unfocused as she rubbed her temples.
Aneirin groaned, running a hand over his head. "I... I know it" He muttered, eyes growing is disbelief. "Barriers designed for close quarter combat. Offensive spells. Spells to enhance the body's physical prowess. Sword techniques!" He laughed out loud in joy. "I know the craft!"
"Wonderful!" The young dunmer mage clapped her hands repeatedly. "Do you think you'll be able to teach others?"
"I think I'll first need to practice myself" The dalish mage smiled, "I never thought about wielding a sword before but now... now the thought is too tempting"
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Stars glimmered in the heavens above with brilliant moonlight shining over a large lake near the Dalish camps. The illumination made it easy for a now at least partially rested Merrill to venture there. She smiled as she saw the reason she came here; "Theron."
"Merrill;" Though he returned her smile, his heart thundered within his chest. "How are you feeling?"
"Much better after some rest." She hurried over engulfing him in a hug; "I'm so glad you're alright." She mumbled meekly as the warrior wrapped his arms around her in return.
Theron didn't want to do this, but this was a conversation they needed to have. "You know I have to leave the clan" he felt her stiffen in his arms, "I am to fight against the Blight, so... I case I-"
"You'll come back" She said defiantly and without hesitation, like it was a certainty.
The hunter sighed softly, "Merrill, even if we win you know the duty of the Wardens requires me to-"
"You'll come back" Merrill repeated, pulling away from him a bit, her arms still wrapped around him. Her wide green eyes looking at with immeasurable love and adoration. "I know it, because whenever I need you, you're always there" One hand slowly went up to cup his face, he leaned forward into her palm, enjoying the tender warm that came from it. "Whenever I scrapped my knees or messed things up, or when I needed someone to talk to someone, you were always there"
Theron's lips parted softly but no words came out, unsure on how to respond.
"And now, you're part of my heart" The hand went to her own chest, right above the organ in question. "So I know you'll come back because my heart will always need its missing piece"
This amazing creature in front of him never failed to bring joy even to his darkest days, just knowing Merrill cared for him so much was enough for him to endure whatever hardship, whatever challenge or tragedy, the world threw at him. He would fight the Blight, for his people, for Merrill. Though his hands could never reach the stars and plug them from the sky to give them to Merrill as she rightfully deserved, he could settle for making sure this world was save for her.
Theron did not hesitate to pull out his necklace of many carved animal figures and place it on her hand, much to her growing surprise.
"Oh Theron, oh no, no" She softly replied, "I can't, this was your-"
"It's yours now" The hunter smiled, "So you I can always with you"
Merrill relented, slowly opening her palm and letting him place his beloved necklace on it, promising to never let it go.
"You already are" The dainty mage whispered, "Ma vhenan"
They kissed, desperately, fearing it might be the last time they would ever taste each other's lips. But beyond that fear was joy, passion, sincere love between the two. The sincere promise that they would always be together no matter how much distance was between them. And so as their bodies settled on the ground, underneath a tree and before the waves of the lake, their clothing soon to be discarded, their bodies intertwined in the lustful dance of their love making. Holding unto his strong back, Merrill moaned out in ecstasy as his hips met hers in a rhythmic thrust. The sweet nothings they whispered into each other's ears and their oaths of love were like prayers to be heard by the fates and the stars.
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Before dawn's light the Dalish hunters were awake and traversing the forest for game. They were joined by Sofie and Miara as they took down several decent sized rams which could be used for all kinds of benefits for the clans. Returning home with their catch the sun had finally begun to rise with everyone waking for the day.
"Would have been nice to brought home a nice big boar or bear," The Nordic woman who carried most of the morning hunt received odd looks from the Dalish hunters. "You get a good fight and good meat, fur, and leather."
Pol did not share her enthusiasm; "I'd rather not fight a bear thank you." A few of the other hunters shared his sentiment with nods.
"Fought a large pack of wolves with Theron once," Fenarel grunted as he carried a ram; "Rather not press my luck."
"Ah you lot would get a good exercise from it!"
Her elven mother rolled her eyes; "This is what I get for having Aela take you out on her monthly hunts when you were younger."
"Lucia, Ylva, and I turned out alright from her training. Least we're not as crazy as Sarya."
Thank all the gods for small miracles...
Over at Varathorn's and Ilen's area, Gin observed the Sabrea's clan smith fine tuning his crossbow. "Sorry for hassle."
"It's no trouble lad, you all stopped the werewolves. It's the least I can do." Ilen quipped as he removed worn parts and replaced with Ironbark; "I'll make sure the sights are set properly before you leave."
"Appreciated." Gin glanced over at the sight of the Dalish hunters coming back with fresh game; "Glad Pol is doing good here."
"He is becoming a fine hunter." Ilen grinned as he worked.
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"Are we ready to leave?" Marcus asked the group as he surveyed the last of their preparations.
Serana turned a side glace at the figures of Theron and Merrill, who were both saying goodbyes to each other without actually saying anything, merely gently resting their foreheads against each other. Very reluctantly they both let go.
"I think we are now" The vampire commented.
"We cannot thank you enough, Wardens" Keeper Marethari said with immense gratitude as she and Lanaya walked up to them. "Know that you will always be friends to the clan" She gave curt bow to Miara's youngest, "And thank you Sarya, for sharing with us knowledge of our kin across the sea."
"It was my pleasure" The Telvanni mage replied graciously with a wide smile.
Alistair looked at Theron as he joined them, his weaponry on his person with the rest of his items stored in a leather sack over his shoulder, "Ready?"
The dalish casted one last look at his Clan, Keeper Marethari, his beloved, all watching him with pride and sadness. His guardian walked up to him, the woman who had helped in raising him, it was clear this pained her as much as it did any of them.
"You will always be with us" Ashalle spoke in a soft motherly tone, "The spirit of the dalish go with you, no matter where your path leads you"
Theron accepted her words into her head, before giving one last longing glance at Merrill, everything that needed to be said between them was spoken that beautiful night. There were no words left to say.
And so the Wardens and their allies marched off, their spirits high knowing they had not only save those clans, but gained a valuable ally in their fight against the Blight. Though not everyone was happy, even in victory.
"Cheer up Theron" Sarya said brightly, "You're gonna have tons of adventures with us!"
The dalish grunted.
"Think of it as a learning experience." Miara remarked beside Serana and Sarya; "It's becoming that way for these three." She pointed over to Gin, Neria, and Brianna.
This was true considering all the Tabris had known was Denerim and their mages the Circle. It was a lot for them to take in now roaming Ferelden. But another matter was more pressing for the Dalish warrior.
"Odahviing." Theron spoke, bringing up the ruby dragon as they cleared the camp.
At that Serana grunted; "Oh this will be a fun few days to Ferelden's capitol."
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"As queen I believe it is my duty to lead the Landsmeet in times like these" Anora dressed in her usual garments walked beside her father who was still in his armor.
"None of the training you had could have prepared you for something like this. I am just doing my duty to the nation"
Anora took a few steps faster, stepping right before her father with an outraged look in her eyes. "By declaring yourself Regent?!"
Loghain stopped, the hall they had been walking through to get to the Landsmeet had become deathly quiet, so much one could hear a pin falling to the floor. The general sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his gauntleted hand.
"Anora, we talked about this. Orlais is clearly preparing to act against us as while we are dealing with the Darkspawn. It's already suspicious enough that the aid they promised Cailan never arrived, and now the evidence given to me by Howe-"
"Is weak at best and ludicrous at worst!" The queen snapped. Howe had been spreading such outlandish tale about the Cousland's supposed betrayal, how they were making preparations to help Orlais land in troops near Highever's coast, securing advanced posts and other strategically viable areas around Highever to create an optimal staging area from which to begin an invasion. "The Couslands have always been devoted to the crown and kingdom; you can't honestly believe what he's telling you"
"What I can't do is deny the facts while they're right before me" Loghain staunchly replied. "My dear, the Couslands have always pushed for more 'diplomatic' actions whenever issues with Orlais arise, they've been too apologetic to their actions against Ferelden. Orlais' lack of support and now this is too convenient to ignore"
Anora wanted to point out that the Couslands have also fought AGAINST Orlais to reclaim their nation's independence, but now her father seemed to refuse listening to logic, it was always like that whenever Orlais was involved...
"And what of Ostagar?" She muttered with a pleading look in her eyes, "Do you really believe you were justified, doing what you did?"
Loghain gave her a pained and apologetic look, "You weren't there, my dear. I just..." He sighed, "Look, I'll address this concerns to the Landsmeet. Come"
The Ferelden throne room, an enormous stone and wooden hall with balconies on either side. Heraldry and drapes of fine but modest design that held Ferelden sigils hung proudly on the walls. Large wooden carved hounds were placed all around the room with seats, benches, and tables.
At one end were large wooden doors with two guards at either side. At the other end sat the two thrones of the Ferelden king and queen near a massive fireplace. Both finely cut from the best wood of the nation with canine engravings. Close by the said thrones Ser Cauthrien took in all the nobility gathered by the emergency landsmeet.
Majority being present were the Bannorn and at least several Arls. Currently two were yelling at one another with fiery intensity. "You, the man who has been friends with Bryce for over thirty years, dare call him a traitor to Ferelden!?" A man closing his winter years bellowed as he glared at the Arl of Amaranthine who wore finely regal garbs.
"Must I spell it out to you Eamon or has your age finally caught up with you?!" Rendon fired back with equal anger.
The arl of Redcliffe, Eamon Guerrin, veteran of the war against Orlais war stood a foot taller than Arl Howe with a full grey beard and hair, dressed in simple but regal clothes "I think you decided to finally show the real person you have always been."
"Do I hear an accusation in your tone? Why don't you speak plainly, subtlety was never your strength!"
Close by, Bann Alfstanna Eremon observed along with the other nobles the shouting match between the two Arls. She was in her mid-thirties with fair skin and shirt brunette hair with some braiding. Unlike her many of her peers she wore hard leathers, with her hold being a harbor, she and her people were not ones for refinement.
"Look at him, claiming to innocence when the truth is obvious" The person at her side spoke with spite in his voice. A man closing his fifties, long braided brunette, thick eyebrows and a stubble jawline, wearing plated armor of dark coloration, Arl Leonas Brynland could only look upon Howe with disdain. "Waving webs of lies like the spider he is"
"Hard words for a family member, Arl Brynland" The bann of the Waking Sea muttered as she watched the debacle go on.
He made a sound of disgust, "As far as I'm concerned, Howe's only relation to me is that he is the father of my niece and nephews"
To say the history between Howe and Brynland was complicated was an understatement. Once upon a time they shared a strong friendship, having battled together against Orlais. But somewhere along the time when Rendon had married Leonas' sister Eliane their relationship had deteriorated to the point neither man could stand the sight of the other.
And given what Howe had done that eventful night at Highever, the atrocities his men had committed, the pain and hate in Eleanor's face, did the bann truly discover what kind of man he was. Alfstanna did not doubt that whatever happened between Howe and Leonas was entirely the former's fault.
"Where is this 'proof' you found about the Cousland's betrayal?" Demanded another of the nobility, a woman who did not really represent the modern image of a court lady. Tall, imposing, the seams of her dress straining against her muscular body. Bann Lanya's squarish and scarred face was locked in her usual frown, glaring at the Arl of Amaranthine. "The fact that you've shared this with no one is very suspicious"
Eamon gave her a grateful nod for her support. It eased his fears that despite the woman's known hatred for Orlais, not all of the Orlais-scorning nobility were quick to believe Howe's words.
"The evidence he has shared" A new, commanding voice, entered the throne room, one many were very much familiar with. "Is safe with me"
Loghain entered the court; standing on the right balcony, next to him was his daughter the queen.
All the nobles grew silent as the hero of River Dane continued; "The death of his majesty at Ostagar has left our nation weak both within and without. Something Orlais will no doubt see as an opportunity since they were able to bribe the traitor Bryce Cousland, who gave strategic information for Empress Celine and her forces to invade in key points of Ferelden."
Several roars of outrage ensued from some nobles while the new Regent continued; "Thanks to Rendon Howe's efforts and the evidence shown to me. As regent I stripped the Couslands of their holdings and titles which shall be given to Teyrn Rendon Howe as reward for his service to Ferelden."
Not even Anora could hide her shock at the words her father just spoke. Emotions shared by half of the nobility as anger rose once more into shouting. The Arl of Redcliffe's being the loudest; "The Cousland family has been loyal to Ferelden since their uplifting to nobility! Both Bryce and Eleanor fought the Orlesians thirty years ago beside Arl Leonas Bryland and yourself Howe!"
"Enough coin and political influences can sway any man Arl Eamon," Rendon rebuked sharply.
"Not Bryce Cousland!" Arl Bryland having heard enough addressed in anger.
"What about the Darkspawn horde?" Arl Wulff brought up the other subject of greater importance. "Now that the army has broken they are marching unopposed. West Hills is next on their path. How am I supposed to protect my lands?!"
"We heard from soldiers about the signal being lit too late" Eamon spoke, barely containing the anger in him, the knowledge that his nephew had fallen in battle. That Loghain had just abandoned him. "But you did nothing to get the king of out the battle once this one proved lost!"
Loghain rested his armored hands upon the wooden railing. "The darkspawn had completely overwhelmed our ranks, mounting a rescue would have been impossible!"
More shouts and exclamations of outrage, too much chaos for Anora to properly hear what everyone was saying. But from the confrontational looks of the nobles, it was clear that half the court believed Loghain's claims, while others did not put any faith in his words.
"Survivors report the battlefield was a massacre!" Bann Parth managed to shout over the chaos, bringing a momentary silence so his voice could be heard. "The Wardens failed to light the signal in time!"
"Ahhh yes, the Grey Wardens" Loghain spat in disdain. "Am I only one who finds it convenient that the Wardens, in charge of calling for reinforcements, failed to do their only crucial task assigned to them?"
Confused whispers took root.
"What are you claiming, Loghain?" One of the banns demanded.
"Orlais did not send the promised reinforcements. The Couslands conspired with them to harm our nation as we are dealing with the Darkspawn. And now the Grey Wardens, who lest we forgot once tried to usurp the Ferelden Crown, failed their assigned task!" The teyrn paced as his voice resonated through the court. "And it is no secret the Orlesian Wardens hold close ties to the Orlesian Empire. To me it is clear what happened" The general paused, "The Wardens conspired with Orlais to let our king die"
More shouts, more outrage. Half of the nobility, who still held to their old hatred for Orlais, sided with her father. The other half opposed him all the way.
Anora could only stare dumbfounded at her father for coming up with that ridiculous conclusion. She realized he didn't have to believe his own words; he only needed the nobility fragmented for his own position to be secure.
And all the while she had remained quiet. Her famed decisive demeanor forgotten in the wake of grief she felt for Cailan's death, she couldn't muster the strength to go against the words of her own father, the man who had sacrificed so much for their nation, who had lost so much and only wanted to do right by their kingdom. So quiet she remained, for she did not know what course of action was best for her people, she had never faced something like this before, not like her father.
Her silence did not go unnoticed, as Eamon called out to her. "Your majesty, please!" He begged of her, "You cannot believe what your father is saying!"
His words were met with a gaze not from a strong hearted Queen. But a visibly shook young woman who did not know what to do in a situation like this. For a moment his stern eyes softened before returning with fervor at her father; "This hypocrisy will not stand Loghain! Your paranoia and hate for Orlais will bring Ferelden to ruin when the darkspawn rip it apart!" With that he sharply turned to leave; "The truth will be revealed, and this madness will be shown for the farce that it is!"
With those final words the Arl of Redcliffe left the hall. He was joined by other nobles who shared his sentiment while the remaining highborn was still arguing. Disbelief shone in the eyes of Arl Brynland who soon shook his head in utter disgust as he soon followed Eamon; "Madness..." He muttered.
Throughout the entire landsmeet, only Bann Alfstanna remained silent as she simply watched on with pure anger and befuddlement. Her gaze never left Howe as she observed the man leave the hall into the palace. Likely following Loghain who left moments after Eamon's last words.
Bryce and Eleanor traitors?! If she did not have the restraint Alfstanna would have beaten Rendon to death. But that would not help her friends...
She needed to speak with Mother Mallol.
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Loghain was silent as he paced down the hall with Ser Cauthrien at his shoulder. "They looked ready to kill each other in there." The female knight murmured quietly.
"The truth is hardest to accept at times." The new regent remarked in a stony tone.
A sharp gaze came from the woman; "But the Couslands?!"
"I'm just as shocked as you are with their betrayal."
"Oh we all are my liege" Cauthrien suppressed her disgust as Howe's fake regret and melancholy reached her ears. The now proclaimed teyrn approached the regent, no doubt to further lick his boots and further his own agenda. "I took no pleasure in what I did; Bryce had been my friend... It shook me to my core he would sell out his country like that"
The knight refused to believe Loghain would actually buy that man's words... and yet, he had given the Cousland's holdings to him. Howe had the general's ear. Even if she found herself doubting her mentor's choices, she knew he only had Ferelden's best interests in mind, for that, she would continue to faithfully serve him in these trying times.
"Half the nobility sides against me" Loghain grunted in frustration, "They will challenge my authority every step of the way"
"Eamon has the ears of many banns and arls" Howe pointed out, "His influence is the greatest threat to you right now, sire"
"Yes..." The general acknowledged. "We must deal with him"
"As it so happens, my liege" Howe smiled, far too cheerfully for Cauthrien's liking. "My agents have found certain information we can use against him"
Loghain raised a brow, "And that is?"
The arl of Amaranthine gave Cauthrien a side glance, "Something best disclosed to your ears only"
Cauthrien's eyes widened, looking at liege as he actually seemed to consider his words. That was nonsense; she had always been a peerless confidant regarding state secrets. If there was something Loghain needed to know then was more than capable of-
"Why don't you go oversee the soldier's training, Cauthrien" The teyrn softly spoke. "Make sure they're not getting rusty"
His aide gave him a somewhat pained look, but obeyed all the same. "As you command" She left without another word.
He sighed, shaking his head; he wanted to trust her with this. But right now he was in a position where he couldn't afford sharing secrets, not even with his most trusted soldiers.
"What have you learned Rendon," Loghain repressed a small growl.
A smile graced the new Teyrn's lips; "Do you recall Eamon's son?" Howe making a gesture to the Teyrn to follow him.
"Connor?" The general recalled the young lad during his trips to Redcliffe. "What of him?"
As they passed a corner nearing the prison, two of Howe's men stood at the door; "Turns out the boy is a mage."
"What?!" A shocked hiss came from the general.
"I was the same my lord, as it turns out both Eamon and Isolde have been keeping the boy's talents hidden." He remarked as his men opened the door. Both descended downwards. "As you know mages have neither official rights nor claim to nobility."
"Which would leave him without an heir" Loghain remarked, seeing what the newly appointed teyrn was getting at. "That information could be useful to blackmail him" He briefly wondered why they were going to the dungeons.
"I was actually thinking of using another approach with that knowledge" Howe said ominously. "Isolde has been trying to keep it quiet, but I know for a fact she's been looking for someone to tutor the boy as to avoid sending him to the Circle"
"She would need to hire an apostate" The regent pointed out. Hedge mages or runaway Circle mages were the only choice for human mages to learn how to control their magic outside the Circle.
"Indeed" Howe smiled, "What if we send one her way, one that would answer directly to us and follow our commands?"
Loghain stopped walking, "You have one under your employ?"
"Ah, not exactly, not yet at least" Rendon stopped before one of the cells, crossing his arms behind his back as he thrust his chin towards the cell's occupant.
The regent approached, and saw behind the bars a disheveled young man with long dark hair and torn robes. He looked like he hadn't bathed in days. His eyes frantically shifted between the two men before him. Maker, he couldn't be older than twenty winters. This... boy was supposed to be their agent?
It's not what he would have preferred, but Eamon was forcing his hand, in the future he'd have to take many drastic measures.
"Hmph" Loghain's brow furrowed, examining the scared apostate from head to toe. "I've worked with less, he will have to do"
"Young man" Rendon smiled, his voice sweet like honey. "How would you like to serve your nation?"
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Alfstanna was grateful there were several wooden benches around the chantry. By the time she had informed Mallol of what transpired in the landsmeet the poor woman had to sit down. Utter consternation glowed in the priestess's normally calm and wise eyes. The Cousland family traitors... Bought by Orlesian coin and status from Empress Celine?!
Outrageous!
Never in all of her years has the Chantry mother felt such rage and fury burn so brightly within her heart. Rendon Howe truly was a monster. Petty, power hungry, vindictive... All those decades of friendship meant completely nothing to the man as he spat on Bryce's good name!
The Bann of the Waking Sea let the older woman calm herself before finally speaking once more; "Unless we retrieve these documents of 'supposed' tracery our hands are tied." She ran her hand through her hair; "Eleanor will be beyond livid." If Howe wanted to reawaken the 'Sea wolf' he will succeed. However another thought quelled her own rage as her gaze became sullen; "Marcus and Fergus..."
"Are alive." The Chantry mother addressed with certainty.
Alfstanna quietly hissed "Mallol, Ostagar was a massacre. Only a miracle could have saved them."
"Then have faith in the Maker, Bann Alfstanna, those boys are far too stubborn and resourceful to die by Darkspawn."
The two ladies stared at another before the noble huffed with her hands on her hips; "It's all we can do. I'll return home and tell Eleanor. Maker that will be an ordeal..."
"If Lady Eleanor needs to send me information for Marcus or Fergus, tell her to send any letter discreetly through the Chantry." Mallol rose from the bench adjusting her robes.
Alfstanna nodded but did not voice her low hopes on either lad being alive. If they were, Andraste herself was protecting them.
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The children whispered and pointed, marveled at the great stone creature before them. Tall and bulky with crystals adorning its frame, it remained perfectly still like a statue, staring into the air. Just standing there in front of the general store. It had suddenly appeared one day, accompanying a knight and two dwarves, causing no end of gossip from the adults. And it was hard for them not to be drawn to it, how often did one get to see a real life golem?
"Come on Jeanne, touch it!" One of the boys edged a girl to do it.
"You touch it!" The girl hissed in reply.
"If you don't you'll be a chicken" The boy grinned, a tooth missing in his row of teeth. "Buck, buck, buck!" He cackled, imitating the animal to annoy the girl.
It had the desired effect, "Cut it out!"
Unfortunately for them, it also caught the great stone being's attention. Its head snapping to their direction, glowing eyes furrowed in a glare. "I hear birds in need of squishing"
The kids cried out and ran away terrified.
Faren chuckled to himself, and peaked his head from Shale's other side as he stared at the little runts run for their dear lives. "Heh, this bunch got closer than the last"
They heard the door to the store open, "Oh for- What did you do to those poor kids?" Sereda demanded as she and Oryrn walked out, holding bags of supplies.
"Oh nothing our dear lady Sereda." Faren smiled not so innocently; "Simply enjoying the gloriously beautiful day!" He patted Shale's side; "Haven't we Shale?"
"I have not killed any avian yet today."
Oryrn deadpanned along with Sereda; "Just please don't smash the people's livestock. Again..." The Dunmer implored. Having spoken to Ser Perth for a seventh time already about a golem crushing the farmer's chickens was bad enough as it is. Multiple times he had to compensate the families' with his coin.
The last few weeks had been an interesting one for the four. There had been quite a few stirs of about a tall elf in black armor alongside two strange dwarfs and a golem helping out the Redcliffe guards with bandits, wild beasts, and bounties.
The four even brought down a group of Qunari Tal-Vashoth raiders in the Hinterlands. That had earned them the friendship of the people and soldiers after the fierce battle was won.
These people needed any good news they could receive, even more so any help he could provide. Redcliffe had been shaken by the news of Ostagar's fall, the army decimated and their king slain. There was a terrible air of dread hanging over the villages under the arl's territory, especially here in Redcliffe, a place that had seen many battles on the past and would not doubt see more.
But Arl Eamon had managed to ease their fears if only temporarily. Oryrn had only seen the man from a distance, but could tell he was an experienced orator from the way he addressed his people. Now the villagers went about their business after he had departed for Denerim to take part of the landsmeet, leaving his younger brother Bann Teagan in charge.
He had not directly met the bann, but it seemed the nobleman was aware of the elf and company at least. Having messengers or soldiers hand over bounty contracts or quests to him. The bann wouldn't say no to an efficient mercenary like him, especially after he already done many jobs for Redcliffe already.
Sereda placed her supplies bag on the ground next to him outside the store. "What's next on the agenda?"
"Go to the tavern and flirt with that cute human waitress?" Faren received a dry glare from the Tamriel Templar and fellow dwarf; "What? She is beautiful, and she has been flirting with me and our 'Black knight'."
A low groan came from the dunmer, he wasn't sure who gave him that title but it stuck with him after the first few days here. Honestly it didn't bother him, he had several back home. But Black Knight didn't really fit someone who fought with holy magic.
"Likely do what we have been doing since coming here," Sereda quipped as they sorted out their supplies. "Check the chantry board and the guards at Fort Connor for any trouble going around and get some coin."
"My excitement is bursting," Shale remarked with dry snarky monotone. Something its three companions had become accustom to. Quicker for Oryrn given his Nordic mother's usual wit being the same.
"Lady Sereda!" A young voice called out garnering their attention. Running up to the four was a young dwarven child in simple clothes with red hair and bright green eyes; she held a bow fit for her size. "You going to teach more?!" The young lass jumped on the balls of her feet with a smile.
Faren chuckled; "Ah, our future hero of Thedas in training has returned! How goes practice little Lace?" The roguish laughed once more being cutely glared at by the girl.
"It's Harding!"
"Because that is SO much better" The dwarven rogue replied sarcastically with his usual smirk.
"Ignore him" The dwarven warrior, "Come on, let's get to the shooting range, see what you can do" Oryrn smiled softly at the child bouncing on her feet.
"Forgive me for interrupting" Her plans were put on hold as a courier had strolled up to them, tall and lean, dressed in simple clothes. The man looked like he was ready to spring into a run at any moment, which given the man's occupation that was a strong possibility. Lots of messages to be delivered after all. "But bann Teagan has requested your presence in his office"
"The bann?" Oryrn questioned, "What does he want with us?"
"I believe he wishes to offer you an assignment. He can tell you more" He left without even saying goodbye, holding unto a satchel on his waist tightly, making sure none of the contents inside would fall off.
Harding let out a sound of disappointment, but Sereda was quick to lift her chin. "Hey don't worry, I'll take care of whatever he needs of us and we can practice again, promise"
At that the dwarven girl smiled before running off. Sereda only smiled before finishing up with the others getting supplies sorted and left for Fort Connor. "Passionate one that little deshyr." Faren chuckled as they walked through Redcliffe village.
"She'll be good at the bow and maybe daggers. I'll make sure she has the basics so she can grow on that." Sereda mused.
"She's been nearly attached to you since we came here." Faren remarked with levity.
Oryrn let out a soft laugh, "Well, I believe you're the first dwarven warrior woman she's met. She's quite in awe with the figure you present"
"Oh please" She waved it off, "You make it sound like I'm one of those storybooks protagonist"
"They all start somewhere don't they?"
"You got the tragic backstory down" Faren quipped, which earned him half-angry glare from the dwarven lass. "Sorry"
Oryrn resisted the urge to rub his eyes. Faren did remind him of some of his mother's friends, the ones with a less than stellar reputation. As such, he was not one to mince his words. And that was without going into the rogue's sticky fingers, more than once he had to stop him from.
Now, Oryrn wasn't unfamiliar with acts of thievery considering who his dunmer mother was, but at least his mother had taken upon a very important personal oath, a code to guide her actions lest she falls to depravity. Which involved never stealing from those who didn't deserve it, or if there wasn't any other choice. She strived to hold herself up to a higher standard, which had left an impression on him in his early childhood. As such, Oryrn tried to emulate those same standards his mother set for herself.
He was no moral absolutist mind you; he knew when certain 'illicit' actions were called for.
Sereda though, his other dwarven companion, couldn't be more different than Faren if she tried. Strong willed, with an equally strong moral compass. The fact that said compass had to be compromised to survive ever since she escaped the Deep Roads was a point of contention to her. Letting Faren steal food so they could eat, it wasn't until they managed to earn some money on their own that they steered away from such activities.
At least Faren seemed to be on board with only taking from people who deserved it or had too much, so long as a part of it would be given to those in need.
Faren was good, his mother would approve.
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Fort Connor... Named after Arl Eamon and Bann Teagan's father. Built after the Orlesian Empire was driven out of Ferelden. An impressive structure with large impenetrable walls, two small towers and a large main tower. Oryrn gave Eamon credit on where he placed his fort, being on a decent sized hill to overlook the highway and houses around the fort.
Guards roamed within and outside the impressive structure while a lone knight in heavy volcanic plate armor stood at the gate. A man Oryrn and the others had gotten know; Ser Perth. A formal but polite man around Oryrn's age, fair skinned with long red hair and goatee. "Well met Ser Oryrn!" The human knight stuck out his hand which the dunmer took and shook for a moment before releasing; "Bann Teagan is waiting in the main tower."
"Well met Ser Perth. Any reason for this meeting?" The Tamriel Templar questioned as they strolled beside the Redcliffe knight into the fort.
"Well people do notice when good deeds are done. Arl Eamon had wanted to meet with you, but after what happened at Ostagar he felt he had to go to Denerim post haste."
A grim nod came from Oryrn as he greeted a few guardsmen who came up to him.
"So for all our good deeds are we getting that huge castle out in the Hinterlands?" Faren questioned enthusiastically which garnered dry stares from the others.
Ser Perth bit back a groan; "You are not getting Winterwatch Tower, dwarf..." At that a whining groan came from said dwarf before Sereda smacked him on the back of the head.
As the knight lead them through the fort, various guards kept giving a strange look at the uncommon party. Mostly Shale, the golem did have the talent of drawing attention, to which he ignored without a care about what the fleshlings thought.
Reaching into the inner areas of the fort, on the second floor, they were lead into Bann Teagan's office. "My lord" Ser Perth announced respectfully as he opened the door, "The visitors as you requested"
Standing behind a desk overlooking various documents, a red-haired man with a goatee dressed in fine clothes looked up, his eyes staring for a long while at the golem. "Ah yes, thank you Ser Perth. That will be all" The knight saluted, and left them to conduct their business. "So, you're the adventurers who have been the talk of the town for a while now"
Faren smirked, "I'm sure they all comment on my handsome rugged looks"
Sereda was about to smack him when the bann laughed good naturedly, standing up and walking around his desk to see them closer. "Indeed, though now I see they're tall tales"
"Hah!" The rogue barked a laugh, "Short jokes, okay I like you"
The dwarven warrior sighed, smacking her own face.
"So by your witty tongue you must be Faren" The bann said with a polite nod, "That must make you Sereda and Oryrn" He greeted the other two respectively, "And..." He paused upon looking at Shale once more, "your golem"
A furious frown formed on Shale's stony features, "Call me someone's possession again and I will-"
"Not threaten the bann" Oryrn finished with a warning glare at the golem's direction. "That's Shale, forgive us. He's not kind on people viewing him like something that can be owned"
At that the Bann peered at the golem before giving a small head bow; "Apologizes master Shale." A grunt came from the golem before the noble turned back to Oryrn and Sereda; "I thank you all for coming."
"I gather this is something important if you wanted to meet us directly." Oryrn remarked in an honest tone. "Never thought I meet a Ferelden noble." The hidden dunmer paused; "Though I had figured the fact my being a foreigner had garnered attention."
Teagan nodded; "It did. My brother had the historians read every historical tome Redcliffe had of this Tamriel."
"You find anything?" Sereda asked out of her own curiosity.
"Sadly no, our countries seemed to have never encountered each other till now. Naturally it made us a bit wary of you."
Oryrn could understand that given the Orlesian occupation. "I had hoped my deeds would prove neither myself or my nation has any ill intent."
"They have proved you're a man of honor, but of course that could be a front to get a noble to loosen their guard." Teagan remarked as he went back to his desk. "I'll be honest, I do not believe you are a spy. But still, we choose to be cautious till today."
"It's always smart to think everyone will stab you in the back" Faren nodded.
Teagan tactfully said, "I wouldn't put it like that, but... it's not wrong either"
Never hurt to be cautious, that much Oryrn agreed with.
"Now, as to why I called you here" The bann walked to towards a large map of the Hinterlands hanged on the wall. "With the defeat at Ostagar, we are worried about the Darkspawn advance. Given they are known to use the Deep Roads to their advantage me and my brother are worried they might eventually emerge from this area." He tapped his finger at the lower end of a lake that wasn't far from Fort Connor, "Upon the cliff here there is an entrance to a dwarven thaig"
"A thaig?" Sereda suddenly exclaimed in surprise. "Give the location that must be..." She took a moment to recall, "Valammar I believe"
"That is correct" Teagan confirmed, "Shouldn't be surprised a dwarf knows about the thaig"
"You want us to scout the thaig then" Oryrn said, deducing what he wanted them to do. "Make sure there isn't Darkspawn activity entering from the Deep Roads there"
"Indeed" The bann nodded with a serious expression in his eyes. "We are taking measures to defend ourselves in case the Darkspawn advance from the south. But if they emerge from a location so close to Redcliffe I fear they'd overwhelm us quickly"
Oryrn crossed his arms; "If we find any we will eliminate them and seal any passages they're using."
"I don't have to remind you how dangerous this could be?"
Sereda remarked; "If it means getting a thaig back from those blighters I'm all for it. They took away enough from my people."
Teagan gave a nod of understanding. "Very well, if you need any supplies Ser Perth will help you. May the Maker keep you all safe."
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Oryrn had already gotten a taste of dwarven culture from his companion's stories about Orzammar. But seeing it for himself was something else entirely.
Although it was foolish to expect it, a tiny part of him thought he'd witnessed something like the dwemer ruins in Tamriel (ignoring the fact that dwemer were elves and the dwarves of Thedas certainly were not). That perhaps underground people developed in a very similar way. After all, both dwemer and dwarves conveniently shared the trait of being master smiths and builders of great ingenuity. So he expected to see an old city made plenty of metal and artificial constructs.
Gods, he was wrong.
What he found was nothing resembling the dwemer from home, but it did not disappoint him. Massive structures carved purely out of stone in intricate rectangular shapes, that if not for the passage of time having worn them down he suspected would put any human structure in Tamriel to shame, and even rival the creations of the ancient elves. Buildings that traversed down through the ever falling chasm through intricate tunnels of caves, a great stone bridge connecting to the other side, flanked by enormous status of dwarven warriors holding their mighty hammers aloft.
He could only speculate the history this place held, if walls could talk...
For all his wonderment at the sights, Faren could only whistle and say a small; "Nice." While Shale remained uncaring.
Sereda on the other hand, looked very melancholic at the sight. "Look at this thaig, so well preserved..." She muttered softly. "It almost feels like I'm back at Orzammar..."
Oryrn could see the pain in her eyes "You going to be alright?"
In the few weeks since their little group formed the dwarven warrior maiden and Templar had become strong friends. Enough so that she told him of why she was no longer welcomed in Orzammar. Framed for murdering her older brother by the younger brother. Stripped of her royal title as princess and even her own last name. It was a lot to take in for the dunmer, more so keeping his anger and outrage in check.
Betrayed by your own family... While it was not uncommon in Tamriel either, the thought of such an act made Oryrn sick. For Sereda it hurt even worse given how close she was to her younger brother Bhelen.
Or so she thought she was. As for Trian, those two had been arguing since they could speak. As much as they loathed one another she never wanted her older brother dead. Worst of all was how heartbroken her father was during all of this. It ached her heart that her family was broken in such a way.
Sereda let out a low sigh; "Still hurts, but I'll survive. You going to keep that look up? We are out of the village you know."
Since becoming friends Oryrn had told her a great deal, even what Dunmer really looked like.
"It's not really necessary, no" He said, letting his natural pigmentation return. "But it doesn't strain me either"
"Then why drop it all?" Faren drawled, leaning against a broken down statue.
"Think it's only polite amongst friends"
At that, Sereda couldn't help but give a small sincere smile. Friends... yeah, she did see these two as her friends. Casted out as she was, she could at least take comfort in knowing she wasn't alone in the world.
But that didn't change the fact she was homeless, directionless. She looked at the great things her people had built and all she could see was that which was forever denied to her. As far as they were concerned, Sereda was not one of them anymore, this thaig, what it represented. She was not welcome in dwarven lands anymore, only ghosts remained here, and even then who had joined the Stone would be looking down on her for daring to enter this place.
As she walked up towards one of the massive statues, solemnly looking at it as she placed her hand upon it, as if trying to connect to this place, Oryrn offered her a few words of comfort. "Orzammar, your culture, they will always be a part of you"
"But it doesn't want anything to do with me" She muttered, "Being exiled like this... it means you're not even alive to them anymore. You're a non-person, you don't exist in the eyes of the Ancestors, and you will never join the Stone."
"But you're innocent"
"And with no way to prove it" She sounded hopeless, "Because I can't go back"
The dunmer warrior wished there was something he could say to her. Tell her that she could find a new place to call home, even if it would never be the same. That it was-
"Ohhh suck it up already" Faren's exasperated voice droned.
Oryrn bit back a curse as Sereda turned to glare at him. "What did you just say?"
"I said suck it up" He shrugged, like it was no big deal. "Simple"
"Simple?!" Her shout echoed throughout the thaig. "No, no it's not fucking 'simple'! I was casted out, you have no idea what-!"
"Oh I know it far well than you can imagine" The rogue smirked, his finger tracing the simple mark on his cheek. "You were thrown out of your casts? Well I was born without one. From the day I came to the world this one already decided I was nothing. Just like it decided you are nothing either"
The former princess remained silent.
"Sure, it sucks balls what was done to you, but to just keep wailing on it like you've been doing?" Faren clicked his tongue, "Now that ain't no way to live. Look at it this way, you're nothing, the whole dwarven people thinks you're nothing just like me!" He spread his arms wide.
"...How is that meant to comfort me?" She muttered.
"Because it means you can be anything you want" His smile showed nearly all his teeth, "Orzammar threw you away? Well fuck them. The world treats you like you don't exist? Well prove it wrong by being whatever the hell you want to be"
Crass, as always but the man did have a point in his vulgar remarks. And Oryrn did know the man cared in his own weird way. His red eyes casted over to Shale that had remain silent and still like a statue. "You have any thoughts on this?"
"Should I concern myself with the emotions of fleshlings?"
That got a deadpan from the trio; "Your all heart Shale." Faren quipped with a snort; "Anyways, let's get going. Imagine you want to get back to Redcliffe to get that armor Owen is working on for you." He smirked over to Sereda.
It was sheer luck they found an experienced enough smith to craft the Bownammer armor from the schematics Oryrn had bought. Owen's way of thanking them for keeping the village and Hinterlands safe. The old smith had quite the time going over Oryrn's armor, shield and sword.
"Have to get this work done and speak with Teagan before anything," Sereda mused with a snort. Though she'd be lying if she did not say she was excited to get some REAL armor on.
As the continued forth, Oryrn hunched over to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, "As long as you're with us, you will have a home" He promised.
Sereda tried very hard to fight down the tears, grasping his armored hand with his own tightly, letting him know how grateful she was.
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No doubt some of you are wondering on the chances we made to the timetable here, Eamon being present at the Landsmeet and all.
Well when you remove the gameplay elements and focus on the timing, it's bizarrely convenient that Loghain had captured Jowan and poisoned Eamon by the time the group reached Lothering right after Ostagar.
For that to have happened he'd have to have set it all in motion BEFORE the battle at Ostagar even happened. And it's stated that his decision to abandon Cailan was a split second one.
So this is us trying to make sense of the convoluted time table and very convenient chain of events.