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Soul of the Night Chapter 13Chapter 13 The Sister and the StenSoul of the Night Chapter 13 by ~WulfOfTheSouth
Landsmeet Chamber, Royal Palace, Denerim
“And I expect each of you to supply these men; we must rebuild what was lost at Ostagar, and quickly!” Loghain cried to the assembled listeners. “There are those who would take advantage of our weakened state if we let them; we must defeat this darkspawn incursion, but we must do so sensibly and without hesitation!”
Suddenly, a rich, firm voice called out from the crowd below. “Your Lordship, if I might speak?”
Anora looked down at the speaker simultaneously with her father; it was a man in his early thirties, with shoulder-length reddish-brown hair, a long braid of which curled around his left brow and rested behind his ear, with a short beard and piercing brown eyes. Unlike the other men and women in the hall, who were dressed in robes, tunics and dresses of finely cut silks in a variety of colors, this lord was clad in functional heavy chainmail forged of red steel, with a
Soul of the Night Chapter 12Chapter 12 AftermathSoul of the Night Chapter 12 by ~WulfOfTheSouth
Deep in the Wilds
Conrí struck his flints against each other over a pile of kindling, trying to light a fire. The group had gotten deep into the Wilds, managing to avoid the darkspawn with Conrí’s help. Tristan was laying off to the side, exhausted and on the verge of passing out. Tira was looking over Tsume for any wounds she might have missed. The wolf had sustained her share of injuries during the battle and afterwards.
Serena however was pacing just outside the main camp, growling and swearing to herself. “Sodding old bastard… picked the perfect time to retreat, right when we needed him!” she lashed out, kicking a rusted helmet deeper into the forest.
“Enough!” Conrí barked. “You need to calm down.”
“Calm down?!” Serena snarled. “In case you haven’t noticed, Lieutenant, we’re the last Wardens in this Stone forsaken country! And the man who was supposed to answer
Soul of the Night Chapter 11Chapter 11 War at OstagarSoul of the Night Chapter 11 by ~WulfOfTheSouth
Alistair’s group moved quickly across to bridge as the army took their positions. Archers stood in a long line in front of the infantry with ballistae to their right, and the crowd of mabari stood to the left. Duncan and Conrí flanked Cailan as they made their way to the field. “The plan will work, your Majesty,” Duncan rumbled.
“Of course it will,” Cailan answered firmly. “The Blight ends here.”
“I hope you’re right, Cailan,” Conrí muttered as he and Koun took their places
Thunder cracked and it began to rain. Hundreds of darkspawn stalked out of the forest amidst a heavy mist. At the centre of the horde’s front line a massive Hurlock, clad in fine, ornate plate armor that looked like it had once belonged to a Ferelden captain, now stained with dried blood and carved with obscene runes and sigils. Its bald skull was covered by a horned helm like the Alphas, though its helm was muc