Find A Way

by Mazanti

Marisia Park was having a good day, until she got home and turned on the TV. She had to flee her new condo and found herself in a park. She came upon a lake. A swirling light at the bottom drew her to jump in the lake and swim to the swirl ... in a large mirror. She touched the mirror ... and ended up in Thedas ...

31. 31-Passing On The Warning

31-Passing On The Warning

It took over a week to make it to Ostagar. The road went right past the Tevinter encampment inside the walls of the fort. Dorian made a point to walk past it as if he didn't know about them. No one seemed to notice him, either.

En route to Ostagar, Anton and the Wardens determined that Dorian would be more valuable as a Warden … unless the Tevinter person recognized him and contacted him in a few days. It was fortunate that Dorian agreed. He was a very powerful mage in search of a life change. Andwn dangling the shapeshifting ability helped Dorian to agree. Mari really thought Dorian was going to kill darkspawn to avenge his friend's death, as well as show his father that he was doing something worthwhile in fighting the Venatori.

But, first, Duncan and Loghain would need to be brought up to speed.

So, that was everyone's first stop. They didn't even stable the horses or claim bunk space. The Ferelden soldiers and staff watched over their things while Maric and the Wardens went up the Tower of Ishal to the meeting room.

Good thing they didn't take the time to settle in.

After getting the report from Maric and the Wardens who returned from Redcliffe, Duncan leaned back in his chair and Loghain leaned forward with his arms on the table. Loghain spoke first. He glared at Dorian. "You actually think this … person … who has 'infiltrated' the Venatori, a group wanting to see the Grey Wardens fail … you actually think he would make a good Warden? I'm wondering if you're all in thrall to him right now."

"He bears no scars, Loghain," Anton said. "Andwn has searched his body."

"I knew a mage once who specialized in healing wounds, leaving no scars," Duncan added. "However, he was the only one I've heard of. He was a Warden in Ostwick."

"There was a Circle mage in Orlais who could do the same, Duncan," Bryant said. "She worked in the royal court her entire life. She was visited regularly by Seekers who would inspect her the same as Andwn did to Dorian. They never found reason to accuse her of blood magic. I believe her motivation was pretentiousness. The monarchs were most upset when she died from old age and the Chantry hadn't 'trained' another to take her place to hide their scars. The obvious ones, anyway."

Mari was amazed that Dorian actually kept his mouth shut. Of course, her glares across the table when it looked like he might say something may have helped keep the talkative mage quiet.

Before anyone could say anything else, Solas walked in. "Pardon my interruption, but I have serious news to report."

Duncan indicated that Solas should sit at an empty chair at the table. "Please join us."

When Mari saw that Solas noticed Dorian, she said, "Solas, this is Dorian …" Then, she got Solas up to date on Dorian, as well as the Venatori.

"There is another way to tell if a mage is practicing blood magic, Loghain," Solas said.

"What would that be … and how would you know about it?" Loghain asked.

Solas only gave his trademark half-smile. "It comes to tendencies more than physical indications. Blood magic is powerful … but limited. Practicing blood mages are never good at blood magic and other magic that relies on lyrium. They rely on their own or others' blood to power their target list of spells and, after a while, they become less effective with spells utilizing lyrium. The power becomes seductive, addicting … if not varied. If you notice a mage using less lyrium, it may be prudent to watch them for a while. Not a definite form of evidence, such as scars. However, they may be using another person's blood. These indications are more of a silent alarm to be on alert." He looked at Loghain. "I know about it because, if you recall, I lived during the time before the Veil. Have I used blood magic? Yes. I tried it. I found it powerful, but much too narrow in scope. I believe it is wiser to know a wide range of magical abilities. Makes it easier to find a solution to any problem." He took a deep breath. "And, I witnessed the result of the effect of the power of blood magic. From elves I had trusted all my life prior."

Anders noticed Dorian's look of surprise. "Yes, Solas is an ancient elf recently awakened from his uthenera," Anders said. "As for what Solas said about blood magic, I think that puts Dorian in the clear. His force magic should be taught to all Warden mages." After a brief chuckle, he added, "And, he downs lyrium like a baby on his mother's … well, you get the idea."

Suddenly, the levity was over.

They heard shouting from below. "Major attack heading this way!" As everyone was getting up from their chairs, a scout ran in. "Warden-Commander, Arisiel just arrived. She was exhausted and almost fell out of the air. Before she went unconscious, she told us that she and Morrigan witnessed the darkspawn spew up out of the ground about a day's run from here. Arisiel said that Morrigan left from there to warn her mother."

Loghain and Duncan shared a knowing look. Then, Duncan turned to the scout. "Alert the Command Council to meet here within the hour with all their updates. Initial plan is 'Corral, Surround, Close the Gate'." The scout saluted and left.

Duncan looked at the group around the table. "Leave now. Best speed back to Denerim." When it looked like Anton was going to argue, Duncan added, "See to it that the King gets back to Denerim safely. Take Dorian with you." He looked toward Solas. "I leave it up to you whether you stay or go."

Solas looked pensive a moment. "Del has given me a side mission, Duncan. Since no Warden can get close to Corypheus, the First Warden has asked me to dispatch him. Do you feel I should stay or go?" Solas decided that he wouldn't mention getting Carver's brother's blood to open the locks so they could get to it to kill it.

Duncan looked at Loghain. "A moment, Loghain." Then, he looked back at Solas. "I know you don't believe in the Maker, Solas … but I do. Maker guide your path." Solas only nodded and left the room.

Duncan looked to the others. "Corypheus is one of the Ancient Magisters, the High Priest of Dumat. Centuries ago, the Wardens trapped him in a tower in the Vimmark Mountains. However, his mind can and does invade the Wardens' minds of those sent there to keep others out. If Del thinks Solas is strong enough … the end of Corypheus will ultimately aid all of Thedas in the months and years to come." Duncan smiled at Anton. "Now go."

Mari didn't move. She closed her eyes for a moment, but didn't speak. She didn't get emotional either … surprisingly.

Duncan sighed. "Mari, you have your orders."

Andwn stepped back into the room and whispered to Mari, "You made a promise to the First Warden to obey orders."

After Mari just turned and glared at Andwn, Dorian finally spoke. "Maker, that glare could take out three ranks of darkspawn at a time." When she turned the glare on Dorian, he put his hand on his chest. "I actually felt that one."

Anton had started to leave, but stopped when Mari did. He stood in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest. It was obvious that he didn't want to follow that order, either. After Duncan gave him a nod, Anton sighed and walked up to Mari. "We'll get ready to ride. Don't take too long." He turned to the others leaving Ostagar. "Let's get ready to move out. She'll be along in a moment."

Maric also stayed in the room. "Please see to my horse, as well, Anton."

Duncan raised an eyebrow at Mari. So did Loghain … only to Maric. It brought a smile to Mari's face. "I really don't want this to be a bad memory," she said. Then, she got emotional. "You know how I feel about both of you. Really, we've only known each other a short time in the long march of life … even a Warden's life, but I've grown to count on you both so much." She took out her handkerchief as Maric stepped up and put his arm around her shoulder. "I only offer … a strongly-worded suggestion: be careful, thoughtful, aware. Try to stay alive, if not for me and Maric, for Ferelden and Thedas." She crossed her chest with a salute. "If the worst comes to pass, I shall always remember you."

Loghain looked at Maric. "Nothing to add?"

"No, that pretty much covers it," Maric said as he squeezed Mari's shoulders. "Let's go meet up with the others."

Duncan had a certain shine in his eyes. "Mari, if the worst does come to pass to any of us … even knowing this may be naive … I believe the living will always remember."

"Permission to hug the Commander and General before anyone gets up here to witness it?" Mari asked. No one answered her except with a round of brief hugs by everyone. Then, Maric and Mari walked out the door … to begin a journey, to pause recruitment, to plan for possibilities and pitfalls.

One of those pitfalls being never to see Duncan and Loghain again.

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Flemeth and Morrigan caught Solas' attention as he stepped out the door to the tower. "That didn't take long. I thought they'd take hours ranting about blood magic. Have you already spoken with that dwarf?"

Solas looked around at the frenzied camp preparing for warfare and Anton's group getting ready to ride by to Denerim. He motioned to go further into the shadows. "Yes, I have several barrier runes that should prevent anyone from running across key bridges that surround the tower. Duncan and Loghain are making action plans on your sightings, Morrigan. Arisiel only just returned. Some of the Wardens and the King are heading to Denerim immediately. Sandal and Bodahn are heading back to Denerim with them."

Morrigan said, "Arisiel said she was going to scout a bit more to the west before reporting to camp. I doubt I'll get much rest, but I'm going to go to sleep now." She looked at Flemeth. "Take care, Mother." Then she nodded to them both. "Good luck with Corypheus."

Flemeth embraced Morrigan. The daughter paused and hugged her mother back before breaking the hug and explaining, "Enough of that. I'm exhausted and may become unduly emotional. Anyway, I know your capabilities and I pity this darkspawn. Introduce Corypheus to dragon Flemeth." Then, she turned and walked toward the barracks cabins.

"Inferring from what Morrigan said at the hut, you've set up the ritual with Mythal, haven't you," Solas said.

"Yes, if something happens to me, Mythal will seek out Morrigan and request to bond with her," Flemeth replied. "As you heard, Morrigan knows it's set."

"Then, I need to make certain nothing happens to you," Solas said. "Morrigan is too valuable here to be distracted."

They both found a dark copse of trees and changed into eagles, heading north.

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Days later, as they left Lothering, Dorian rode up next to Mari on his new horse which he just purchased. Mari was in her usual riding position next to the Wardens wagon. The Feddics were following with Maric's Shield. Anton was holding the reins of the wagon, at that time.

Apparently, being an Altus in Tevinter paid well.

"I suppose sounding sympathetic and curious about your feelings would annoy you?" Dorian asked.

Mari gave him a side glance. "Depends. Is the sympathy and curiosity sincere?"

Dorian sighed mightily. "I apologize. I know I sometimes talk instead of thinking."

Anton laughed. "Sometimes?"

Mari smiled at Anton and Dorian. "I get it. You're nervous. I'm new here, too."

"You are?" Dorian was surprised by the revelation.

"Should I tell him?" she asked Anton.

"Your decision," was all Anton said, putting his attention on the road ahead.

"Stone's Balls, tell the lad, already. If we're serious about makin' him a Warden, he should know," Makis said as he slipped down off the bench in the wagon to the bedroll in the wagon bed.

Mari told him the entire story … including the bits about her heritage and Solas' interaction with her ancestors all those years ago. At the end, she pulled out her necklace. "My father died from a very contagious disease before he could tell me much, but he entrusted me with this …"

Dorian turned his head and stared at the necklace. Then, he looked forward. "I should have known you were one of those."

"One of those?" she asked.

"Originators. I've met one or two in Tevinter," he explained. "Both were in the Venatori."

"What?!" Mari, Anton, and Dugan said at the same time.

"I'm told they're all over," he continued. "At least, that's what the two in the Venatori told me. They weren't nice people. For what it's worth, you are completely different. I guess you come from the good side of the cult."

From the wagon, Makis said, "Maybe they're spies like ye tried tae be."

"That could be, I suppose," Dorian said quietly. "Still not nice people."

Mari put the necklace back inside her breastplate. "Or, they think they can 'originate' a new world? And, now I find out they're … we're … everywhere. Shit."

"Move over Makis," Gorim said. "I'm going to get some sleep, too. This is all getting a little confusing right now. I gotta sleep on it."

Mari turned in the saddle to look around the area. She spied a giant reddish-black fog or clouds to the south. She stopped and turned Rosy to the south. "What's that?!"

Anton pulled the horse to stop and looked. He quietly sighed and said, "The darkspawn are more accustomed to the underground, the Deep Roads. Bands of darkspawn can operate in the daylight, but a large horde can cause what we're seeing. It's the Blight."

Both Gorim and Makis sat up. Gorim said, "Ancestors help us."

"And, we're riding the other way," Mari said quietly as she reached for her handkerchief to dry the tears running down her cheeks.

Anton waited a while. No doubt allowing everyone a few moments with their own thoughts. It looked like he was about to speak … until he jerked his head around to the west. A dragon was flying due north. All the Wardens knew which dragon it was. "The Archdemon."

"Why north?" Dorian said.

"Highever, Amaranthine, Kirkwall …" Anton began.

"Tevinter," Dorian said quietly.

"The rest of Thedas. Weisshaupt is a bit more west, but it's in the north." Anton snapped the reigns on the wagon team and said, "Ardoc Travel Protocol to Denerim!"

Mari explained to Maric and Dorian as they rode to catch up with the wagon. "Two hours, full speed. People in the wagon, sleep two hours, trade around while the horses rest. Two hours full speed. Over and over. No stopping for camping."

Maric nodded and waited for the back of the caravan so he could pass the word to the Ferelden soldiers. Sandal made room in the back of their wagon for a couple of Maric's Shield to bed down as well.

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Two eagles were soaring past Lothering when they decided to take a break, maybe sleep for a few hours, on a tall hillock about an hour north of the village. Just after they landed and shifted into Solas and Flemeth, they saw a large dragon fly overhead.

"The Archdemon seems to have gotten the hang of flying," Flemeth said.

Solas spun and looked south toward the Korcari. He whispered, "No."

Flemeth looked. "The Blight." She grabbed Solas' arm. "We can't leave now, Solas."

Solas didn't respond right away. He pulled out a Ferelden map that Anton had made for him and pointed to a landmark on it. "This plateau called The Maker's Table is due north from here. We need to scout it out. The increased elevation, as well as the desolation, would give the Archdemon a huge advantage." He looked at Flemeth. "You're right, but I'll need to go on to Drake's Fall and get the First Warden." He took a deep breath. "King Maric and the Wardens are returning to Denerim along the West Road. Maric and Mari know you."

Flemeth smirked. "You know how I hate to drop in unannounced."

"That's not what I've heard," Solas replied with his half-smile.

"Very well, but let's get some rest first," Flemeth said. "Then, I'd like to go as far as this Maker's Table with you. I can tell them about that as well, if necessary."

Solas only nodded, set his wards and rolled out his bedroll.

When they got to the place, they found out the worst when they flew over The Maker's Table. It was a fairly desolate place. Gnarled trees, scattered boulders, pools of water with streams falling down the side. The Archdemon was, indeed, atop the plateau … and it was awake and pacing. It's home base was on the southwestern side next to a lake-sized pool of water.

Solas and Flemeth landed on the other side of the plateau from the lake and the Archdemon. They reformed into themselves, hiding behind some large boulders. "Things must be going well for the Wardens in Ostagar perhaps?" Solas ask quietly. "Go as quickly as you can, my friend. Rest when you need it. I'm heading directly to Drake's Fall to pick up the First Warden."

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The days on the road were exhausting for the Wardens and soldiers. Anton decided to stop at the way-station that was in sight, for an entire night's rest for everyone. They would reach Denerim in a few days and it would be best if they could be a bit fresher when they got back.

"Ardoc is going to be so proud of us," Andwn said. "I think we cut at least four days off the journey."

That caused smiles on the weary faces, but before anyone could say anything, a beautiful eagle flew down to the seat next to Anton on the wagon. It changed into Flemeth. "You thought I was Solas, didn't you," she said. "I'm friendly … at least for today." She chuckled at her own joke.

Anton wasn't very amused.

Mari had dropped back to speak with Maric about plans, when she noticed Flemeth seem to appear next to Anton. "Flemeth?!"

Maric cantered up to the wagon. "What's happened?" he said.

Mari was right behind him.

"That way-station is not occupied at the moment," Flemeth replied. "Let's get there first. Then, I can say this once."

It didn't take long before the horses were stabled and fed with what looked to be fresh oats. Whoever was the caretaker for this waystation earned their pay. Rosy was already getting cookies made by Warden Rashida in Ostagar. So, the wonderful mare was happy to be able to eat well and rest for an extended time. Then, everyone crowded into the large round building that surprisingly had adequate bunks for everyone around the walls. There was no table for eating, so they sat on the bunks awaiting the report from Flemeth.

"I guess you know that Ostagar is busy holding back the darkspawn," Flemeth began. "And, no doubt you felt the Archdemon fly overhead. Solas and I scouted it out and the Archdemon's pacing on that Maker's Table plateau. Solas flew on to Drake's Fall to go to Weisshaupt and get the First Warden. When they get back to Ferelden, he'll use his griffon form to fly Kankut over the plateau and go to Denerim to report. We decided to pause the Corypheus encounter for the immediate future."

"I've heard that it's very difficult to scale The Maker's Table," Andwn commented.

Bodahn stood. "You can rig up a lift, but it'll take a bit … and with an Archdemon already up there, it'll be mighty dangerous."

Sandal pointed toward Flemeth. "Fly dragon."

That caused Flemeth to narrow her eyes. "How do you know that's one of my forms?"

The dwarf only clapped his hands and said, "Morrigan said."

Andwn chuckled. "It's not easy to ride a dragon, Sandal … or so I'm told. However, we have many mages in the Wardens now who can shapeshift. Ariannas went up to Soldier's Peak to learn the griffon form. As Flemeth said, Solas already knows it well enough to carry Del. It'll take a while for more to learn forms that can be ridden. In the meantime, perhaps we can figure out a way to fly rope up, tie it off and drop it down for builders to scale the side, pull up lift materials and so forth." He smiled at Mari. "Ahlnac sonde mak."

Mari smiled back at her friend and then turned to Flemeth. "One question, that I realize is rhetorical for the moment: Is the Archdemon just resting before heading on further north, or is it going to use the plateau as its base to attack all of Ferelden?"

Flemeth shrugged, "No idea right now. However, the Archdemon was pacing and did not notice when Solas and I flew fairly close to her. Just a guess, Ferelden first and then Weisshaupt … with all the places in between."

"So, the Grey Wardens are keeping the majority of her darkspawn at bay," Maric said quietly.

"Need to use Dworkin bombs," Sandal said while holding his hands out as if he were holding a ball. "Boom! Close holes." Sandal looked at Flemeth. "You go back to Ostagar and tell? Morrigan knows. Busy. May not remember."

Flemeth narrowed her eyes at the dwarf. She ignored that Bodahn was sidling up closer to Sandal. "Very well. Seems I have my orders."

Anton explained, "King Endrin has told us that the Legion reported darkspawn streaming north past Bownamar. No idea as to the destination. Both Kal Sharok and Weisshaupt are in that potential pathway."

"I can't wait to learn shapeshifting," Dorian said.

Anders explained, "It takes a pretty long time, though. I've only learned a cat so far." He sighed. "It may turn out that a Warden mage with shapeshifting will be the one to make the sacrifice and kill the Archdemon."

"Sacrifice?" Dorian asked.

Mari laughed when everyone looked at her. "Well, I suppose it's been a while since some of you have heard my recruitment talk." She told the entire story, including the bits that Del included about the origins of the Grey Wardens and the Warden sacrifice required to make certain the Archdemon stayed dead.

The entire room was completely silent when she finished. Until Maric asked, "So, if Alistair is the one to kill the Archdemon … he will … die?" He dropped back on his bunk.

"Yes," Mari said, not even trying to stop the tears. "If that wonderful, stubborn, brave man is the one to be conscious at the end, and makes the killing blow … he will give his life so that the Archdemon will never rise again." She glanced at Flemeth who looked like there was something she thought about saying … but decided not to. Mari decided not to mention the ritual that Urthemiel mentioned … yet. Too many "civilians" in the room.

Anton cleared his throat. "There's no way to know which of us will be the one. The tradition is that the Grey Warden nearest their Calling will be the one to make the killing blow."

"That is quite possibly the worst recruitment talk I've ever heard," Dorian said quietly. He seemed surprised that Mari laughed at him when everyone else glared.

"It is, Dorian," Mari explained. "But, we feel it's necessary to lay out the bad with the good."

"Good? I didn't hear any 'good'," Dorian said.

"Glory. True righteousness. Doing the right thing. The Warden to kill the Archdemon is immortalized in story and lore," Mari said. "He or she will be remembered by all of Thedas. Surely, you've heard the tales of Garahel, the Hero of the Fourth Blight. There's a wall of remembrance in Denerim. The Hero who ends the Fifth Blight will have statues all over, never forgotten for the heroic deed that ended the Fifth Blight."

Maric sniffed and wiped his face. "The Hero of Ferelden will never be forgotten here, the memory living on long past kings."

"Even if it is a mage?" Dorian asked.

"Even then," Anton said. "Now, everyone grab some cold rations and get to sleep. I'll take first watch. I'll wake up someone next. Short watches. We'll head out with the dawn."

As Dorian opened his bedroll and slipped into it, he mumbled, "Thank the Maker I'll be the least senior Warden."

Mari and Maric walked up to Flemeth. Mari asked, "Will you stay with us tonight and head out in the morning?"

Flemeth looked surprised. "It is warmer in here, and I do see a couple empty bunks, so, yes. That's what I'll do."

"Thank you, Flemeth," Maric said. "I know you don't have to help, but you are. That deserves gratitude."

Flemeth looked surprised again. "You are welcome." She looked around. "We'll see how much gratitude comes if a mage is the one to brave the end." She turned and headed toward one of the empty bunks.

"We'll just have to see to it," Maric said quietly. He smiled at Mari. "One thing that I want to get said now. You know, I would gladly welcome you into the family, Mari. I know now isn't the time. I just wanted you to know."

Mari said. "Thank you." She nodded to him and went to her bunk. She'd already had a ration bar on the road, so she just laid down and, surprisingly quickly, went to sleep.

Sometime during the night, Mari had a dream … sitting behind a stone pillar next to a small lake. The Archdemon was pacing nearby. In her mind, Mari heard, "It's going to attack from here to destroy Ferelden. Then, head to Weisshaupt. Kill it here. Darkspawn spread thin. Farewell."

It was beautiful there. There were insects and noises of the night. She didn't see any large animals in the area. Few trees. Only the flying creatures were able to make it up there. It must be the top of The Maker's Table. She knew it was just the Fade, but she quietly stood and carefully made her way from boulder to boulder to the other side of the plateau from the Archdemon and the larger lake. She looked around. Both moons were setting and the sky was full of stars. She thought she recognized familiar constellations. The startling thought that she saw the Little Dipper constellation woke her up. She sat up in bed with a quick intake of air.

Anton was just walking into the room. He came over and sat on her bed. "Archdemon?"

"Yes and no. I saw the Archdemon pacing on top of The Maker's Table," Mari replied quietly. "But, it was Urthemiel who pulled me into the dream. She briefly reached out to tell me that the Archdemon planned to lead her darkspawn from there to destroy Ferelden. Then, the plan was to go to Weisshaupt. Urthemiel said to kill it here. Darkspawn were spread thin. That was as much time as she dared to use."

Anton looked over to Flemeth who just sat up in bed. She pulled on her boots and walked over. "I heard. I'll go down to Ostagar and tell Duncan. Loghain might pitch a fit, but then maybe he'll see the sense."

"Be careful," Mari said. "Morrigan will find me and kill me if anything happens to you."

It looked like it hurt to swallow the laugh Flemeth wanted to set free. Then, she sobered quickly and said, "I shall be, girl." She put her hand on Mari's shoulder. "And, you be careful with your heart. Theirins have a reputation for being very difficult to be around in their later years." She glanced at Maric who was blissfully snoring. "Although, I credit the younger Theirin for saving Maric's sanity. Possibly his life, as it turns out." She stretched. "I need to go. I'll head back to Denerim after Ostagar and wait for Solas to get back with the First Warden. Likely, they will already be back by then."

Mari took Flemeth's hand. "Flemeth, my heart will be just fine. But, thank you for caring."

"We'll have a room ready for you, Flemeth," Anton said. "Just ask for me or Mari when you arrive."

"Thank you," she said. Then, she smiled at Mari. "I also need to be careful. All this gratitude will go to my head." She walked over, got her things and left.

Mari took a deep breath. "I'm up. I'll take the next watch. Who do I ask next?"

Anton looked around. "Doesn't matter. If someone's already awake, that would be best. I just walked the perimeter and checked on the horses, so just watch on the porch for a while. There's a dark corner you can sit in and no one can see you unless they try to come in unannounced. Don't take too long a watch. There are plenty of soldiers and Wardens here to take a turn. Have the next watch walk the area and check on the horses when they start their watch."

"Hope I don't fall asleep," Mari said with a smile as she put on her cloak and weapons. It was cloudy and cold outside, but not storming. She'd have to wait to look at the stars to see if they were the same here as on Earth. Likely, it was only because it was her dream. Maybe mixing settings and all. Still, it was a bit unsettling.

Out of the corner of her eye, Mari saw a shadow of someone or something heading toward the waystation. She pulled her daggers, took a deep breath, stepped off the porch and said loudly, "Halt! Who goes there?" At least watching all those cop shows paid off, after all … she hoped.

The shadow held their hands to the side to show they were unarmed. "I am Leliana, Seeker Leliana. As you can see, I am not … Mari?!"

Mari sheathed her daggers and went up to Leliana. "It's good to see you. You're pretty good at that sneaking stuff." They heard movement inside the building. "I guess I just woke everyone up."

"I would have to disagree with your complement of my sneaking since you handily caught me!" Leliana replied. "I'm in Ferelden to find out what is going on with the Blight. Cassandra told me that she met you. She's also trying to make her way here." Her look became serious. "My contacts have sent me word that the Venatori is trying to prevent the Grey Wardens from ending the Blight."

Mari sighed. "We know. We have a new Warden recruit who was trying to infiltrate the Venatori … before he was caught by them."

Just then, Dorian and Andwn rushed out the door, glowing spells ready to launch. Mari spun. "It's a friendly. This is Seeker Leliana."

Bryant came out next and grinned. "Leliana!" He sighed as he put away his sword and shield. "Of course, you're out here by yourself."

Mari frowned. "Are you traveling by yourself?"

The new Seeker chuckled. "I prefer it. Companions always cause trouble."

"What's your plan?" Mari asked.

"Are you on the recruitment run for the Grey Wardens?" Leliana answered Mari's question with a question.

However, Mari just decided to overlook the deflection. "Sadly, recruitment is on hold. Ostagar is being attacked by a darkspawn horde. Maker watch over them. We're on our way back to Denerim. We've just gotten confirmation that the Archdemon has staked out The Maker's Table to run her offensive in Ferelden. That's why we'll be in a rush to get back over the next couple of days." She put her hand on Leliana's arm. "Why don't you come back with us? Traveling alone, even if preferred, isn't very safe right now."

"Let me get my horse and stable him," Leliana said. "I'll think about it and let you know in the morning."

Mari was a little surprised when Leliana actually got her horse and did what she said. Mari suspected she would just sneak away.

In the morning, Leliana was welcomed into the group heading back to Denerim. After a day on the road, and a thwarted darkspawn attack with no blood magic shown, she whispered to Mari that she agreed that Dorian was not a Venatori. Leliana also giggled and said, "It's a good thing you found him. He would be a terrible spy."

"Or, a very good one," Mari whispered back with a wink.

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Flemeth flew to Ostagar as an eagle. Not the fastest bird, but it could last the longest. It took a few days with stops for rest, but when she got there, no battles were underway. She flew over the fort. There were quite a few injured either lying on open air cots or limping around. She was about to head to the Tower of Ishal when she spied a group of mages doing something in a small section inside the walls, hidden from most of the rest of the fort. Flemeth didn't need to get too close to tell they were performing a magic ritual that was dangerous. She couldn't let them complete that particular ritual. It was the ritual that Morrigan was going to do before that final battle with the Archdemon.

There were patrols, but … Flemeth surmised … it was dark and they'd likely think the Archdemon was attacking the fort. She set down outside the walls and reformed into her dragon. It only took one pass to destroy the mage group in the small encampment. Their attention was on the ritual. As she flew away, she heard a guard on the ramparts yell, "Archdemon got the Tevinter camp!" Then, she re-shifted into her raven and flew toward the Tower of Ishal."

She had no idea where to find Duncan or Loghain, landing on an old stump near the tower. Fortunately, someone else found her first. Some who could sense her forms and that she was a mage.

"Mother?! What are you doing here?" Morrigan said to the raven.

The raven squawked to her and flew to the dark side of the Tower, becoming Flemeth once again. Morrigan followed. "What's happened? Where's Solas? Make it quick. They've summoned me to the Tevinter camp."

"Mari was contacted by Urthemiel that the Archdemon went to The Maker's Table. We had already scouted it out and that's true. Solas is going to get the First Warden and return." She stepped closer to her daughter. "The Tevinter blood mages were doing the ritual you were prepared to perform soon."

Morrigan arched an eyebrow. "Your dragon killed them?"

When Flemeth nodded, Morrigan smiled, "Good. I think they've been affecting Loghain and Duncan. They've been at each other's throats for over a week. The Venatori ritual wouldn't have mattered. I've performed the ritual for Urthemiel's essence with a new Grey Warden that was once one of the Ferelden soldiers." She smiled. "He quite enjoyed it, I believe. I told him it was a ritual to enhance his experience since it wasn't a ritual that needed approval."

"That was a good move. It should last a month or so. Tell him to try to get to Denerim. He doesn't really need to be very near, but it wouldn't hurt in case you need to repeat it. Sounds like that new Grey Warden won't mind if you have to repeat it. Where do I find Loghain and Duncan?" Flemeth asked.

"Likely on the way to the Tevinter camp," Morrigan said. "Follow me, but stay in the shadows if you can. I'll identify the ritual and blame it for everyone's unease lately. Then, I'll try to get them to the side to speak with you."

"My smart girl," Flemeth said quietly and shifted into her mabari, a new form that had been quite useful. Her mabari was far superior to Solas'. When they got to the camp, Flemeth found a shadowy place by several tall evergreen trees where she could watch and listen.

Morrigan met up with Duncan and went to investigate along with Arisiel. They conferred and both confirmed that the Tevinter mages had been performing "some kind of ritual". Unrehearsed, Arisiel came up with the very reason Morrigan wanted: it must have been some kind of influence ritual like had happened with the Chantry.

As Loghain walked up, Morrigan turned to him and Duncan. "Do you … both … feel any better? As in … able to speak to each other without yelling about something trivial?"

Flemeth's mabari gave a wide doggie smile as the others standing around just tried to look anywhere but at Loghain and Duncan.

Loghain took a deep breath. "I suppose we have been a bit testy lately."

That made Duncan laugh. "I know I have, Loghain." He looked at Morrigan. "Venatori influence through blood magic?"

"I really hate branding any mages, but I do believe these mages were, at least, blood mages with deadly intent," Morrigan said. Everyone around … even the other Tevinter Wardens … were nodding in agreement. She turned to Duncan and quietly asked, "If you and Loghain have a few minutes, Mother and I would like to speak to you."

Loghain nodded at Duncan who said, "Very well, meet us in the Tower of Ishal in my office."

Morrigan nodded also. "We'll wait for you there."

Duncan and Loghain gave cleanup orders to those standing nearby, asking to have the Chantry perform a private service and send them to the Maker for judgement.

Flemeth stayed in her mabari form and followed Morrigan into the Tower to an office on the second floor. While Flemeth changed into herself, Morrigan looked around outside and then put a silence rune on the doorframe. "There, none of the busybodies around can hear our conversation." She grinned at her mother. "I quite like that form, too. I've recently learned it."

Flemeth laughed. "So you can get access to all those conversations that the busybodies cannot?"

"They don't even know I'm lying in that corner, feigning sleep on one of those pallets Duncan put there for tired mabari," Morrigan said. "And, no, nothing really useful has come up." She paused. "Except they made a plan to have me and Arisiel fly out to the sinkholes spewing darkspawn and drop bombs from that crazy Dworkin."

"Did it work?" Flemeth asked.

"Quite, quite effective," Morrigan replied. "If you need anything blown up, that dwarf is definitely the one to ask. Of course, working out the right time to drop it took a few passes."

"Well, that's one suggestion I won't have to bother with, then," Flemeth said. "You recall that dwarf in the Crossroads that you run into from time to time? He made the same suggestion."

Duncan and Loghain walked in while Flemeth was speaking. Loghain frowned. "I should have known you were Morrigan's mother. So, I'm guessing you also ran across Maric and the Wardens heading back to Denerim?"

Duncan only smiled at Flemeth when she nodded to Loghain. "Thank you, Flemeth. Was everyone all right?"

"First, Solas and I scouted out the northern route the Archdemon took from Ostagar. It has claimed the high ground. The Maker's Table. It was awake and pacing when Solas and I flew by. Then, I caught up to the Wardens and soldiers heading to Denerim while Solas headed directly to Weisshaupt to pick up the First Warden." She glanced at her daughter. "Morrigan tells me you effectively slowed the attack here by using explosives. Could be why the Archdemon was awake and upset. Maric and the Wardens were at that waystation close to Denerim and I stayed the night with them before I flew the rest of the way down here to tell you that Mari had another contact with Urthemiel. She said, 'It's going to lead the attack from The Maker's Table to destroy Ferelden. Then, head to Weisshaupt. Kill it here. Darkspawn spread thin.' Warden Anton bid me to come down here. I did not hear their plans for the future."

Leciah knocked on the door and entered the room. "It seems we've dealt a blow to the darkspawn. Scouts have returned with reports of the area with sparse darkspawn." She smiled at Morrigan. "Good job, Morrigan." Then, she noticed Flemeth sitting there. "Forgive my poor manners." Leciah bowed. "Nice to meet you at last, Flemeth."

Flemeth gave Morrigan a look. Morrigan sighed. "The Warden Captain and I have been here for a long time, Mother. I slipped up one evening. She has promised to keep it a secret … but, since you are all here …"

Flemeth chuckled. "I'm not angry, girl. Now's not the time for an old woman to hide away in the Wilds if she can help to save Thedas."

Loghain frowned. "That's not how you sounded during the rebellion."

"If you recall, I did save you and Maric," Flemeth said. "I suppose you're surliness has grown on me."

"Two of a kind," Morrigan said under her breath. "Mari likes him, Mother. I like Mari. Good enough of a recommendation for me."

Duncan updated Leciah on Flemeth's report and ended … "With The Maker's Table proximity to the capitol, I believe Loghain and I need to head to Denerim, Leciah, unless you feel a need for us to stay longer."

Leciah thought about it a moment and then, said, "What? You're still here?"

Flemeth laughed. "I'll rest tonight and then fly back to Denerim to let them know of your plans."

Loghain actually gave a little smile. "Thank you, Flemeth. I shall endeavor to be a little less surly."

"Well, I suppose endeavoring really isn't making a promise you cannot keep," Flemeth replied with a small smile. "I still have some time until I tire, so I'll head out." She looked at Morrigan. "If you can spare her, I'd like Morrigan to go with me. If the Archdemon attacks Denerim, her aid might be vital."

Leciah spoke while Duncan and Loghain were looking at each other. "I think a better plan would be for Morrigan to travel with them, Flemeth. They might need magic en route." She smiled at Morrigan. "Losing your skills here might be a mistake, but all the other mages here combined might match up."

Flemeth grinned at Duncan. "Very good choice for Second, Duncan. I agree that would a better idea."

"A day does not go by when I do not agree with you, Flemeth," Duncan said. "Safe journey. Take care. I'm sure they will need your help as well."

"Well, may we meet again in Denerim." Flemeth nodded her head and walked out of the Tower, shifted into her eagle and headed back to Denerim. She had a thought as the lights of Ostagar faded behind her: allowing her daughter to make friends at Ostagar was quite possibly one of Flemeth's better decisions. Morrigan shall make a Flemeth worthy of Mythal.

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When they got to the rise where they would see the tallest towers of Denerim, Mari heard, "It comes for your king."

She looked around and asked, "Did anyone else hear that?"

Anton was on his usual wagon duty. He also looked around. "No, only Anders' snoring in the wagon. What did you hear?"

"I'm not sure," she said. Hesitantly, she continued, "It might have been Urthemiel. She said, 'It comes for your king.'"

Anton stopped the wagon and stood. "Pass the word we need to speak with King Maric. Right now."

Leliana was riding next to Mari. "The Old God speaks to you, Mari! That's dangerous."

Mari turned to Leliana and gave her a small smile. "Believe me, I know that. But, so far, she's been spot on."

Leliana quickly turned and looked around. Dorian was on the other side of the wagon. "I'm right here, Seeker. It was nothing I did."

Maric rode up quickly. "What's wrong!?"

Anton … then commanded the King, "I need you to ride hard for Denerim, Your Majesty. Mari has gotten a warning from Urthemiel that the Archdemon is coming for you." He turned to Mari. "I need you and Leliana to go with him. Take the Feddics with you. Seeker, do your best to camouflage your approach to Denerim. I hear you're good at that."

Everyone waited to see how Maric was going to take that particular order. He didn't look happy, but he took off his opulent cloak, got off his horse and changed out the fancy saddle blanket and tack … all the while giving orders to the Maric's Shield soldiers to see to the rest of the caravan en route to Denerim … obviously hoping nothing would approach them before they all returned to Denerim.

Anton looked at Mari. "I'm sending you because a Warden can sense whether the Archdemon is following you or not."

Mari nodded. "I understand. King Maric will return to Denerim safely."

"I know a side road that has almost complete cover from the thick tree branches," Leliana explained. "We can make our way to the gates quickly from the end of that road. The wagon might slow us down, but not much."

Everyone then felt a faint stirring of their darkspawn senses. "Go now. Maker watch over you," Anton said.

Maric, Leliana, Mari and the Feddics quickly found the side road and hurried toward Denerim. The road was barely wide enough for the wagon, but they advanced as quickly as they could until Mari slowed and stopped. She didn't need darkspawn senses to know that the darkspawn led by the Archdemon were attacking the people left behind. Then, she said, "Maker, please help them. Let's go quickly to get the Wardens and soldiers to send reinforcements."

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Alistair finished his mug of ale and got up from the outdoor table the Wardens put on the roof. It even had a sturdy roof and walls built around it, leaving one end open to the view of Fort Drakon. Pleasant even in Ferelden's weather. So, it could be used almost anytime. So far, the open-ended building hadn't blown off. Some of the herb planters had crashed in a storm, but they were rebuilt and fortified. Alistair didn't think anything was going to smash those things in the future.

He walked to the edge of the roof and looked down into the courtyard of the Palace. Things were busy. People were leaving. He'd just been to a dinner of nearby nobles that Anora insisted he attend as Warden-in-charge. It was an update meeting to go over Blight plans.

Everything went well until the matter of both Loghain and Maric being out of the city during such a time … thanks to Bann Franderel standing and yelling. Alistair reported to them that they'd gotten a messenger bird that Maric was on his way back. Then, he had to field outrage that Loghain wasn't in the capital to protect … their property. Why did the Wardens need Loghain to make their decisions for them? Surprisingly, Arl Kendalls and Lord Vaughan tried to shut Franderel down, but even they were at a loss at how to make him listen.

Alistair wondered how Duncan kept his humor all the time. Alistair's trick was to imagine a particular scene. It worked for him.

Varric walked out of the stairwell and handed Alistair a fresh mug of ale. "Thought you might be ready for another."

Alistair smiled at the dwarf who was becoming one of his best friends. "Did I look that bad when I got back?"

That made Varric laugh. "Well, let's just say that even Matis had no words to describe your look as you stormed through the door. Typical noble shit or something worse?"

Alistair sighed and downed almost half his ale. "Eh, it was typical noble shit, but even that gets hard to take after a while."

A surprise then walked through the door. Cailan had carried a very pregnant Anora up the stairs. After he set her down lightly, he said, "I thought you handled that nonsense rather well, Alistair."

Anora straightened her skirt and waddled … eh, walked like a graceful Princess. "I agree."

"Can I get you guys anything to drink?" Varric asked.

Cailan and Anora looked at each other. "No, we only wanted to come up and tell you that," Anora said while squeezing Alistair's upper arm. She smiled. "So, what were you thinking of while they were going on and on? You would seem unfocused from time to time."

The question made everyone laugh. Alistair replied, "Throwing them all off The Maker's Table." The answer made them laugh harder.

"I'd never thought of that one," Cailan chuckled.

Alistair walked over and gave a quick, manly hug to Cailan. "You know, you also did rather well, tonight, Brother."

"I was very proud of him," Anora said quietly. "If those rowdies would have stopped talking for just a moment and listened, they would have realized that Cailan is every bit the king his father wa… is." She put her hand on her chest. "Maker, I almost said was."

Varric cleared his throat. "Sounds like Maric has raised a man who can take over the kingdom when he departs. Isn't that the entire point to an heir?"

"Good way to put things aright, Varric. Thank you," Anora said. "Let's sit a few minutes." Everyone went into the room that covered the table and Alistair lit the sconces from a closed stove kept in the room with a few embers in it.

Cailan helped Anora to sit and then sat next to her. He asked, "Do you know if it's just Maric or is Mari coming back as well?"

"The note was from Duncan," Alistair said as he took it out of his pocket and gave it to Cailan. "It just says the Wardens and Maric, so I don't know. The date indicates, unless they have trouble along the way, they should be here any day now. I was going to mention that at dinner, but I didn't get the chance."

"Sounds like it would have just started another round of griping," Varric said.

"Likely … then I might start thinking about throwing them off something closer … like Fort Drakon," Alistair grumbled.

Varric leaned forward and said conspiratorially, "I sure hope Mari's in the group coming back for Mr. Grumpy here's sake." Then, Varric laughed. "Bullshit, you wanted them to stew in their whining." He looked at Anora. "I'm sorry for that, Your Highness. I don't know if you realize the Warden Compound tends toward the coarse."

"Honorable souls, risking their lives to save my country can speak any bullshit they wish, Varric," Anora said with a smile. "You can, as well."

"You might be sorry you gave him permission, Anora," Alistair said.

Anora touched her middle. "I hope Mari is returning. I'd like her here for the birth."

"I hope she is, too, although she'll be upset about leaving Duncan and Loghain behind." Alistair took a deep breath. "Did you need to talk about anything else?"

Cailan and Anora looked at each other. "You once admonished Eamon to get the line of succession in writing before anything happened … and he is working on it with Father and other nobles that Father trusts." Cailan looked fondly at Anora's middle and touched it lightly. "Is there a way … do you think …," Cailan ended with a sigh.

Alistair stood and walked to the open end of the room. After several long minutes, he turned back. "My initial reply to what I think you're trying to get around to … to serve as Regent, if the worst should happen … was to give a long-winded speech about being a Grey Warden now." He smiled at Anora. "I'm more honored than you realize. However, it's something I can't even think about right now." He came and leaned his hands on the table. "But, the honest truth is that I am a Grey Warden now. In the Fifth Blight. I may not even survive to see the end of it."

Anora put her hand over one of Alistair's. "We understand all that, Alistair, but we didn't want to let it go until we were certain there was no other way."

"You could, at least, mention it to Del, Alistair," Varric said. "He might have some ideas." The dwarf shrugged. "But, what do I know."

Alistair took Anora's hand and brushed his lips across her knuckles in a chase kiss. "I will bring it up with Del and see what he thinks. But, please, if someone else comes up, please follow that." He grinned at Cailan. "We'll just have to put the both of you in a locked iron room until after the Blight."

Cailan barked a laugh. "Anora's already thought of doing that."

"Thank you, Alistair," Anora replied. She grinned at Cailan. "I'll get started with workmen on that room tomorrow."

Any further discussion was cut short by the sound of a horn from the south. Since everyone stayed inside at night during the Blight, it was easily heard even at the Palace. Cailan confirmed what they heard. "That's Father's horn. They must be back."

Anora faced the others. "We need to get to the Palace." When Cailan reached for her, she added, "Do you think that will really be faster than me walking down slowly on my own?" Cailan's incredulous look and cocked eyebrow told her his answer.

Varric said, "I'll run down and see what's going on. Alistair can go down the stairs right in front of Cailan carrying Anora to act as protection if there's any misstep on those Maker-Awful narrow stairs."

"Good idea," Cailan said as he lifted his wife.

As it turned out, the King wasn't the one waiting for them at the entry to the Warden's Compound. Del and Solas ran up to Alistair.

"The Archdemon has taken over The Maker's Table," Del said before anything else. After Alistair caught Del and Solas up on what he knew which was that Maric was on his way back, another interruption ran through the front door. Mari and Maric.

Anora and Cailan stood to the side and listened.

Mari looked at Del and Solas. "Good. You're back."

Maric explained what was going on, ending with, "…and Mari just heard that the Archdemon was looking for me. Anton and the rest are acting as decoy. I commanded the guards to get with Maric's Shield to send reinforcements. Do you have any Wardens you can send?"

All the excitement had already brought out the twenty or so Wardens in the Compound. Ardoc replied first, "We're ready at your command, Alistair."

Alistair took a moment and then said, "We can't leave Denerim unprotected. Has Ariannas made it back yet?"

The elf ran down the stairs, buckling her potion belt. "Got here a few hours ago when you were at the dinner. What do you need me to do?"

Alistair held her shoulders. "Use your fastest shifted form. I want you to fly to the south. The Archdemon has engaged some Grey Wardens and Maric's Shield. Find out the status of what's happening there. If the Archdemon is down, fly back quickly and we'll send most of our Grey Wardens. If the Archdemon has flown away, we'll likely need you back here quickly." She saluted and left and Alistair turned to Ardoc. "Pick a squad to get ready to either spread out in the city or rush to where the King's retinue and the Wardens with him are fighting the Archdemon." After Ardoc saluted and left, he made a somewhat sour face and looked at Del. "Staying behind is bad. I hate it."

That made Del smile. "It is. Come Solas, let's go check it out."

Mari quickly interrupted. "Wait. I'm an archer." She looked at Solas. "Wouldn't it be better for an archer to go with you, Solas?"

Alistair turned to Del. "She has a point, First Warden. You get to stay here with me."

Solas sighed. "You do make a good point, but … you've never ridden a griffon and fired a bow. Until we can practice, I believe it best if you remain here to aid Alistair." He looked at Del. "I know you are also able to use a bow, but you aren't proficient at it; however, you have had practice in the saddle. We will fly over the situation and report back to Alistair … or, we can wait for Ariannas' report, which shouldn't take long."

"You're talking about your griffon form, right?" Alistair asked.

"I am," Solas replied.

Alistair put his hands on his hips. "Long claws?"

Solas seemed to get what Alistair was getting to. "Indeed, they are deadly. I've never seen an Archdemon, but I have seen dragons. Unless becoming the Archdemon hardens the wings, the griffon claws should rip a wing … if the griffon can get close enough."

Alistair nodded. "Grounding the beast so we can kill it. We stay put until we hear from Ariannas. We might need those claws in a hurry to down the Archdemon before it sets the city afire. Solas, get whatever rest you can while we wait." He motioned toward the couch by one of the large fireplaces in the library. "It's comfortable enough for a short rest." He turned to the rest. "Let's go to the dining room and wait."

"There's one more thing I need to tell you," Solas said. When everyone turned back, he continued, "When I was at Ostagar, I purchased some barrier runes from Bodahn Feddic. They have multiple uses and are attuned to me. If darkspawn try to approach to help the Archdemon, I can … perhaps … block off the area so the battle can be limited to the Archdemon alone. I won't know that definitely until I see just how big the Archdemon is."

From the hallway to the front door, Sandal spoke, "Archdemon bigger." He walked up to Solas and handed him a sack. "More runes. No charge."

Solas looked almost shaken. "That's very generous, Sandal. Please thank your father for us."

Maric stepped up. "Are you and your father waiting in the courtyard?" When Sandal nodded, he added, "Follow me. We can secure your wagon in the royal barn and then find you rooms … and sovereigns … for your generosity."

The dwarf grinned. "Bodahn happy is good," he said while clapping.

"We'll head back with them," Cailan said.

That's when Mari noticed Anora. "A happy thing in all this stress and uncertainty!" She gently side-hugged Anora and asked, "When?"

"Any time, now, Mari," Anora replied. She pulled out of the hug and everyone could see that both women had tears in their eyes. "I'm glad to see you well and returned, but we need to get to the Palace and let you Wardens do your very important work."

When Cailan, Anora, Sandal and Maric left, Alistair took a deep breath. "Let's hope the nobility doesn't get wind of the Feddics' generosity," he said quietly. "Then, he took Mari's hand and turned to walk to the dining room. "I smell the aroma of Analesse's cinnamon rolls."

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AN: Thanks for the increasing story stats! Hope you are all still enjoying this tale. Next time, we touch base with a few distant areas.