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Soul of the Night Chapter 13Chapter 13 The Sister and the Sten
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 Aftermath
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 Ostagar
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
Soul of the Night Chapter 10Chapter 10 The Joining and A War Council
The group stumbled out of the wilds a number of hours later. Morrigan had taken them to her mother and she indeed had the scrolls. But that’s not what unnerved Erin. What unnerved her was that the woman seemed to know everything about her. Things she had never told the group. She shivered and gripped her sword’s hilt tightly.
One welcome sight was her brother standing near the Grey Warden tent. He was wearing a set of studded leather armor, much to Erin’s surprise. Conrķ smiled in relief when he saw her, but his brow quickly furrowed when he saw her walking gingerly. “Are you alright?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” Erin assured him. “Just a nasty run in with an Emissary.”
“Blast… I knew I should have gone with you…”
“It’s alright. Tristan patched me up. I’m just a little sore. Where’s your armor?”
“Ah, the quartermaster is replacing
Soul of the Night Chapter 9Chapter 9 Wolves, Darkspawn and Witches, Oh My
The group had barely gotten a mile into the forest before they were attacked. A pack of wolves, either starving or crazed by the Blight, charged from the underbrush but were quickly cut down by Daveth and Tira’s master archery and Tristan’s spells. Those that managed to avoid the deadly missiles were dispatched by Alistair, Jory, Erin, Garik, Serena and Blair.
Tira held up her hand as another wolf crept from the brush. “Wait…” The wolf eyed the group before loping forward. When the beast was within ten feet of Tira, it charged, leaping at the elf. Everyone seized their weapons… only to realize the wolf was licking Tira’s face happily. “Tsume! Oh it’s so good to see you, lethallan!”
“You… know this wolf, Tira?” Erin asked as she lowered her swords.
“Yes!” Tira laughed as she pushed the wolf off. “I found her as a cub a year ago. We think her m
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