Abadir

X: I Am The One Ewan The recruits. Duncan told me about all of them. All the people Duncan wished to join the Wardens before Ostagar. My almost-brothers. Daveth, the pickpocket he saved from the gallows. He died during the Joining as he couldn't bear the Taint. Jory, the knight of Redcliffe. Had a sudden change of mind and drew his weapon against Duncan, forcing him to kill him. Dalen Mahariel, the Dalish hunter. He refused to leave his clan and his missing friend. Died for the taint. Prince Salman Aeducan. He was framed for the murder of his brother, and was exiled in the Deep Roads. He was never found. Brand Brosca, the castless who manage

IX: Sins of the Mother Jowan “Are we there yet?” “Just shut up.” Eloise growled. I sighed: for being our first experience in the Deep Roads -at least for three of us- we were holding it together well, but sometimes I felt the need to joke a bit, to loosen up... a need Eloise and Cullen did not share. “That's weird.” Carver said, “I don't sense any darkspawn.” “These are the roads, how can you possibly not sense any darkspawn?” Cullen asked with a frown. “Creepy isn't it?” Anders joined in, “I sense something, but it's not a Darkspawn it's more like... a warden

VIII: The Shadows Where We Stand Eloise “Ok, now let me get this straight...” I breathed, trying to remain calm, “We learned from that creepy son of yours that one of Flemet's daughters – Flemeth, the Witch of the Wilds from the legends who is apparently also your son's grandmother – is a two-ages old sentient broodmother abomination, who has produced an army of shape-shifting emissaries (including one in dragon form) to lure you into the Deep Roads, Maker knows why. And you want to actually go there? Alone?” I sighed shaking my head: “That lyrium wound must have burned your brain worse than we assu

VII: All Fade Break Loose Ewan “Very well, Mouse... do you really want to fight all four of us?” The expressionless demon’s mug seemed to smirk... that brought the creep to a brand new level. DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU HAVE ANY CHANCE? “We can’t use magic here.” Jowan muttered, “The risk of breaking the Veil...” “There's a demon here: the Veil is already broken.” Maker bless practical Eloise. “You suck anyway.” “Cullen, that’s not helping.” I grunted, “The Veil is so thin we’re practically in the Fade... so I guess our best chance is to a

VI: Through the Mirror Ewan Valegathe is the second biggest island of the Waking Sea Bannorn. When the Tevinter Imperium ruled this land, this was the location some of the most important places for magic research. Here stands one of the last Tevinter fortress that were preserved through the centuries that today hosts one of the less known Circle of Magi: Jainen. The architecture of the fortress is very similar to Ostagar: the architectural elements, the materials, the decorations... the similarities end here, though: as Ostagar was abandoned and half-ruined even before the Darkspawn horde swarmed on it from the Korcari Wilds, Jainen is almost

V: Keepers of Secrets Ewan We reached the camp we were setting and gathered our gear and supplies: despite being already dark we needed to move our camp into an area that was more safe, more distant from those... “Morrilocks”. We didn’t get far when we heard someone approaching from the woods. We all readied our weapons when I heard a familiar voice calling out to us: “Who are you? Identify yourselves!” “Grey Wardens.” I declared. I couldn’t quite place that voice until I spotted the man who had talked emerging from the shadows: there was only one man I knew with that shade of red in the hair an

IV: Promises of Pride Ewan “I’m dead.” Wynne said, “And you almost were too. We had only this chance to talk, and I couldn’t miss it.” I shook my head confused while I stood up. Wynne... dead? Why was her spirit lingering in the Fade? We already had our farewell when she left for Orlais a couple of months before, what could she have to tell me that was so important as to keep her from reaching the Maker’s side and basking in the light and peace she so strongly believed in? “I’m glad to see you again, Wynne.” I told her with a smile, “Though I wish we could have met under differ

 III: An Archdemon Short of a Blight Cullen Before that day in Dragon’s Claw, I’d never thought I would have ended up like I did, traveling with a Grey Warden. Ah, the Grey Wardens, the great heroes of the legends... and not the average Grey Warden, mind you, but the mighty Hero of Ferelden himself! That's right, the Grey Warden who ended the Fifth Blight and lived to tell the tale, the filthy son of a bitch who vouched for the mages who needed to be Annulled for breaking all the Circle laws - how Greagoir allowed that is still a mystery to me, perhaps he was mind-controlled by blood magic... I was traveling with him and his fri

II. Blood and Bound Jowan. The bannorn of Dragon's Peak is quite the place in late spring, when the green of the fields starts turning gold, and a warm breeze makes you forget we’re so south that we get stuck in the snow every other winter’s day. That's why I chose Dragon's Claw to settle down: it’s a small village near the bigger cities, the perfect place to hide in plain sight. It is true, I'm a blood mage, a maleficar, but now I can finally tell I’m doing something good with my life. My name is Jowan, but everyone here knows me as... “Master Lewyn! Good morning!” Devin’s voice startled me. He̵