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Legal Disclaimers- I do NOT own anything from the Dragon Age Franchise, or any of the songs used in future posts, if I did my life would be very different, I earn nothing from this except getting to play with a sexy but seriously scary former Bard turned Spymaster.

Massive Author's notes contained in this "chapter"

Firstly I'd like to thank everyone for stopping by my attempt to play in Thedas. I just want to throw out there that if Leliana was a real person I'd gladly become a Grey Warden for a chance with her. Then again I wish she had been a romanceable character in Inquisition. That's what this is. I'm not writing this like a story, I'm writing this as though it was a play through of the game. In some chapters I will be relying heavily on in game dialogue, cause quite frankly...If it ain't broke don't fix it. In others I'll be using game dialogue, just not in the same order as the published game. Those chapters will be named after inner circle and Inquisitor's path quests. Others are completely out of my own twisted little mind, full of "what if", "if only" and straight up "I wish" moments, as well as missing scenes or scene expansions of things I felt could have gone in another direction. I even have a few chapters inspired by song lyrics which I will splice in and rework to fit my outline and story flow.

Next, this is a M!Trevelyan/Leliana endgame fic and a slow burn because if you've ever played the game you know romance achievements aren't just handed out. you have to earn those suckers gradually.

Special Thanks-

First and foremost Bioware for creating Dragon Age. The last 9yrs have been amazing can't wait to see what's next, and major props for your constant support of the LGBTQIA+ community.

Next I'd like to thank the writer behind the Dragon Age Transcripts tumbler account, that was a huge help.

Also special thanks to fellow fanfic writers MarkRulez711 for his article on the Dragon Age Wiki (Josephine's Birthday)

PrettyFrog (Age of Dragons: Inquisition) FanFiction.net story with excellent use of in game dialogue that has become an invaluable resource for me

Those song lyric inspired chapters I mentioned? So far I'd like to thank:

Florida Georgia Line,
Nickelback,
KT Tunstall,
Get Set Go,
and Ellie Goulding.

If anymore pop up beyond later I'll add a quick thanks in that chapter.

Bare your Blade and Raise it High!

Thanks for reading!

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The Dragon Age, 9th age of Thedas. Our story begins as most do, with a secret plot. Several actually.

Dragon Age Origins-

9:30 Dragon- The 5th blight has begun. Duncan, Commander of the Grey Wardens in the Kingdom of Ferelden, conscripts a young noble named Aedan Cousland after the Cousland estate in Highever is attacked, leaving Aedan's family murdered by Arl Rendon Howe of Amaranthine.
Duncan takes Cousland to Ostagar. There our second plot comes to light. Loghain Mac Tir, the father of the Queen, betrays her husband the King and withdraws his army from the battle field, leaving the King and several good soldiers to die.Barely surviving the field were Garrett Hawke and his brother Carver, who returned to their home in the village of Lothering back to their loving mother Leandra and sister, Carver's twin Bethany.
Back in Ostagar, Cousland and the only other living Grey Warden, Alistair, are aided by the Witch of the Wild, Flemeth, and her daughter Morrigan.
The Wardens set off on a quest to end the blight before it consumes the whole of the world, joined in their journeys by Morrigan, Senior Enchanter Wynne from the circle of Magi, Zevran, a member of the Famed Antivan Crows, a disgraced drunken dwarf , a lost warrior called Sten, Cousland's faithful war dog and a bright young former Bard turned Chantry sister.
The group uncovers a series of evil turns headed by the Queen's father, discovers the find of an age and ends the Archdemon, ending the blight before it had a chance to even truly begin.

9:31 Dragon- Now called the Hero of Ferelden, Aedan Cousland is named Commander of the Grey, and gifted the Arling of Amaranthine by the new King, as a place for the Grey Wardens to grow and prosper, but all is not well.
The Chant teaches that the Maker turned his back on man after seven Magisters from Tevinter entered the Golden City over one thousand years ago, becoming the physical embodiment of sin- the first darkspawn and the cause of the blights.
One of those seven, calling himself "The Architect" plans to awaken the last of the old Gods. The Warden and his new companions stop this ancient being but was it worth the costs? In his new journeys Cousland gets word of the location of the witch, Morrigan.
Now he must choose between the two women that love him, his decisions being felt for years after.

Dragon Age II-

9:30 Dragon- Brothers Garrett and Carver Hawke return from war to the village of Lothering in time to gather their mother and sister to flee before the blight takes their home. Escaping South, the family meets fellow survivor of Ostagar, Aveline Vallen and her husband, Templar Knight Wesley, who sadly doesn't make it out of Ferelden with them. Nor it seems does young Carver Hawke, sacrificing himself to save his family from a darkspawn ambush.
With the aide of Flemeth the small band make their way north to the Free Marches and the city of Kirkwall, where Leandra is from. Leandra's brother gambled away the family home so Hawke and his sister work for a mercenary band for a year to repay the loan used to get them into the city. Aveline works her way up the ranks of the city guard, eventually remarrying several years after Wesley's passing.

9:31 Dragon- The Hawke siblings befriend surface dwarf and businessman Varric Tethras and help him and his brother Bartrand fund an expedition to the deep roads after meeting former Grey Warden and fugitive Mage, Anders. During the expedition Bartrand is overcome by greed and double crosses the Hawkes and his own brother, locking them in an ancient dwarven vault. Left to find their own way back to the surface, they are attacked by darkspawn and Bethany contracts the very fatal 'Blight Sickness'. Luckily Anders knows of some nearby Grey Wardens who are able to save her life. She joins their ranks, going on to serve with distinction in the coming years. Reaching the surface, the tales of their exploits makes Hawke a very wealthy man. He buys back his mother's childhood home. Sadly a blood mage uses her in a sick ritual, leaving Hawke alone.

9:34 Dragon- Hawke quells the attempted Qunari invasion of Kirkwall, earning the title "Champion of Kirkwall". Anders, while pleased for his friend, starts acting strangely.

9:37 Dragon- The reason for Anders' odd behavior comes to light after he blows up the Kirkwall Chantry, killing Grand Cleric Elthina and several others. This leads to the fall of the Kirkwall Circle and the beginning of the Mage rebellion. Hawke takes Anders' justice into his own hands, ending his life after the discovery of his conspiracy. However, the damage has been done. Knight-Commander of Kirkwall orders the death of all the city's mages. Hawke learns that the Knight-Commander has been corrupted by the same substance that led Varric's brother to betray them. Challenging her to open combat, she is defeated and Ferelden survivor, Knight-Captain Cullen Rutherford is promoted to Knight-Commander while Hawke is elected Viscount of Kirkwall. He didn't even campaign for it.

9:40 Dragon- Three years of fighting between the Mages and Templars have led Divine Justina V to extreme measures. She sends Left and Right Hands to find either the Warden or the Champion, but the Warden has vanished. They go to Kirkwall in search of Hawke, finding only Varric. The Right Hand also recruits Knight-Commander Cullen, and seeing that their plans may well be the best chance for peace in Thedas, Cullen joins readily. The Left Hand goes to Orlais to recruit her dear friend and Ambassador from Antiva to the Imperial Court, Josephine Montilyet, who also joins, knowing the unrest in Orlais and Ferelden has the potential to take the world.

9:41 Dragon- Divine Justina V calls for an Exalted Conclave, a chance for peace. Leaders from the Templars and Mages as well as influential families from all regions flock to the small village of Haven, where during the blight ten years prior an Urn containing the ashes of the Blessed Prophet of Andraste was discovered in an ancient temple by the Warden and his party, which then included the King of Ferelden and The Left Hand of the Divine.

This is where our story begins, in a war torn land full of heroes long gone. Evil machinations of ambitious usurpers fueled by greed, and an unlikely hero who stands on the edge. He alone will become the last beacon of hope in a world gone mad......

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Ostwick - The Free Marches

Etrigan Trevelyan, the worst kept secret in the Marches. The youngest of the Bann's five children, Ety as his friends called him, had license to do virtually anything he wished. His eldest brother was the heir, his eldest sister was being courted by some high - born Ferelden noble, and the twins were well into their careers with the Chantry. Just what made Etrigan the "worst secret in the Marches"?

Well... many years ago the Bann was himself a Templar Knight. As the second born son, Victor Trevelyan was expected to serve, as was his only sister Seline. Their elder brother was taken by illness. Victor retired from the Templar Order and took his place as head of his family. Soon after he married a lovely young girl from Orlais and their union was of such joy that the Maker blessed them with four children.

Tragically, the Maker called Bann Victor's wife to his side shortly after the birth of their twins.

Many years went by and the Bann never remarried, but he did hire a tutor for his young children. He didn't mean for it to happen and he wasn't actively looking for it. Neither was she, but as things tend to go, Victor found comfort for a time in the arms of his children's tutor. He found that he loved her dearly, though he would not be ready to marry again soon.

Fate, it seemed, decided for him. Shortly after the twins' 12th birthday, the Bann's lover vanished. He spent a year searching for her, only to remain without the answers he desired. His children grown and living their lives now, the Bann fell into a deep depression.

Nine years after his lover vanished, the Bann was visited in the night by a strange woman, and with her was a small boy. The Bann knew him at once.

9:41 Dragon -
Ask anyone that met him. Commander Etrigan was simply the greatest ever. The young man had no regard for greed. He and his band of Rangers lived by meager means. All the coin they made went to funding Holy trips to the Grand Cathedral in Orlais or the Temple of Sacred Ashes in Haven. After using as little as possible to resupply themselves, the sell swords gave generously to charity.

That's how Etrigan was raised by his father. Since going to live with his father at only eight years old, he had been taught that the only way to be seen as a good and virtuous man was to be loyal first to the Chantry and second to his family. It worked out nicely if you asked him.
The most important people in his life were his father, Bann Victor and his aunt, Grand Cleric Seline. Next down his list were his brothers Max and Gabe, then his sister Evie and his best and oldest friend Josie. "Quality not quantity my boy", as his father used to tell him.

When Father asked him and his men to escort Aunt Seline to the Most Holy's Conclave in Haven, of course he agreed. Then Father pulled him aside and gave him a second task. With Max away helping with the rebuild in Kirkwall, someone needed to represent the interests of House Trevelyan. This war was simply very bad for business.

Now here he was standing in his best armor. It had become a game for him to mark the plating of his left arm with all the allegiances he had made. The engravings reached down almost to his elbow from the tip of his shoulder, including the great seal of the Chantry, The circle of Magi and the Templar order. He even managed an uneasy truce with the Dalish clans of the Marches and an accord with the Dwarves of Orzammar, each adding another stamped plate to his arm. The singe plate of his right shoulder was marked only with his rank of Commander of the Rangers and the seal of his father's house.

Tonight he was unarmed, accompanying Aunt Seline to the reception of The Most Holy Divine Justinia V. Etrigan had worked with her for years before she became the Divine, when Justinia was Grand Cleric Dorothea, Left Hand of the Divine. He had been gifting her with coded reports hidden in copies of the Chant since he founded the Rangers, a relationship he continued with the new Left Hand who he knew only as Sister Nightingale. He had been corresponding with her for five years now and still had no clue what the woman looked like. That is a mystery for another day however. His attention shifts when he hears Seline call his name.

"Most Holy, may I present Commander Etrigan of the Rangers of the Free Marches. It is my honor to bring this young man before you. He has dedicated his life and his blades to defending and guiding the faithful safely to their destinations during their pilgrimages."

Kneeling before the Divine, Etrigan flusters under his Aunt's praise. "You humble me with your kind words, Grand Cleric. My men and I simply follow our calls to do the Maker's work." Feeling a shadow behind the Most Holy, he chances a glance up as the Divine addresses him.

"Stand, child, for yours is a cause of the utmost virtue."

Rising to his feet, he watches the shadow while never taking his eye from the Divine, "It is our privilege to act in service to the Maker's will, Your Perfection."

The Divine smiles at him and recites a verse from the chant, "Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just. Blessed are the Righteous, the lights in the shadow," Laying her hand on Etrigan's head as he bowed it during her recitation, "You have ensured that the Maker's children arrive to their homes or to the Holy places we hold dear. I have heard of your deeds, often funding the journeys yourself, offering charity to those in need of it. On your next journey to Orlais, come before me at the Grand Cathedral and I will grant you official sanction to work as an agent of the Knights-Divine. That should allow you to expand your ventures while continuing your good works."

Etrigan couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Thank you Most Holy. I will strive to assure your faith in my men and the generosity you bestow upon us are not wasted."
At her nod he takes his leave, finding the cause of the shadow. A woman, in the armor of The Seekers of Truth, a tanned complexion and short dark hair with a single braid wrapped around her head like a crown. He knows her from his Aunt's descriptions...The Right Hand of The Divine. Bowing slightly to his future employer, he turns on his heel and begins to leave the hall. The next thing he sees makes his breathing stop and his heart race.

He catches himself as his steps falter, bowing low and looking up to a woman with the clearest eyes he has ever seen, the shade of blue the heavens took after a storm that belied the soul-consuming fire held within, and Maker preserve him he wished he were a bolder man because he wanted to play with it. As she inclines her head slightly in return of his bow he sees her hair that had been covered by her cowl. He thinks he's seen that vibrant a red before...Oh yes, the sunset in Bloomingtide held the same shine.

She passes him and their moment is over. He is almost to the door when he freezes at whispers of "Sister Nightingale." He spun around, trying to see if anyone responded to the name. Seeing no one, he left the hall to prepare for the evening meal with his Aunt. Hours later he excuses himself from the company of his relations and heads deeper into the temple, hoping to find the Left Hand or at least the woman from before. Nearing the room of the reception, he hears a woman calling out for help. There is a bright flash of strange light, a loud booming noise and searing pain in his left arm, then darkness and nothing.
Coming to his senses, he wakes in a nightmare. Pain, Maker's breath, the pain. "Where am I?"
A woman's voice haloed in light, "Quickly, run, the demons!"
He runs up a large stone staircase, a flood of shadows behind him. The woman is now behind him, and she pushes him through an odd green tear. He thinks he has entered another dream, one of death and ruin. The pain in his arm causes him to think his hand is glowing, and unable to stop the scream of agony, he falls to his knees before the blessed darkness takes him.

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Finally the gates of Haven come into view. Leliana remembers well the last time she walked the roads of this village eleven years ago during the blight, finding the Cult of Andraste. She and her companions fought against them to stop them from poisoning the Urn. They underwent the trials, being found worthy of receiving a pinch of ashes from the Maker's Bride. She often thought of those she traveled with back then. Alistair, the reluctant King- even he has had to admit to growing into his role as sovereign. The surrogate mother to all in their group, Senior Enchanter Wynne- one only knows where she has cloistered herself during this madness. Zeveran, the elven assassin- still her dear friend and often used ally.

She lost touch with those that sided with the Warden by default but she still missed them, especially Morrigan. That is the memory that wounds her. They had at first bonded over being the only women in the group, but when Wynne came, their bonds moved to commiserating over being used by those they trusted most. In the end however, their strongest bond was the one that destroyed them. The Honorable Arl of Amaranthine, Bann of South Reach, Commander of the Grey. The Hero of Ferelden, Aedan Cousland. Part of her is glad she and Cassandra couldn't find him, as the wounds are only just now healing.

He loved them both, she and Morrigan, and in turn they both loved him. Where Leliana tempered and soothed his broken soul, the Apostate stoked the fires of his rage and delighted in his darkness. After the blight's end he chose Leliana, or so everyone thought. They were together for five years, and 4 of those years he lied to her everyday. She wonders if she had known about Morrigan's ritual if she would have stayed.

Five years ago they were at his family's estate visiting his brother Fergus when rumors of an apostate woman matching Morrigan's features was spotted in the mountains. He ached to give chase and finally told Leliana everything- the ritual the night before the final battle, the child born of it. Leliana had warned him that no matter how much she loved him, if he left she could not be there if and when he came back. The next morning she woke in their chamber alone, a note on his cold pillow. She packed before even reading it, removing the engagement band he had gifted her only weeks before placing it next to his near perfect script 'I'm Sorry.' As a single tear found its way down her cheek she whispered, " Me too."
That was six years ago. She left for Val Royeaux that day and agreed to Justina's request as soon as she had arrived. Her former mentor had been hounding her to become her Left Hand.
Since that day she has watched out for signs of them. The Warden hasn't been seen in five years. Morrigan, however, appeared in the court of Empress Celene of Orlais four years ago, with a young boy. Seeing him, there was no denying his father. That didn't explain where the Warden was, however. She kept agents on the pair both as a precaution and as a courtesy though she was never sure which was the stronger reason.

Shaking herself from her memories as the carriage stops, she falls into step beside Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast, the Right Hand of The Divine to her own place as Left Hand. They make their way to the Temple of Sacred Ashes and Leliana is stopped by a Sister she knows of being in service to the Grand Cleric of Ostwick. The young woman hands her what appears to be a copy of the Chant and she smirks under her cowl. The cover looks to be from the Chantry in Rivain this time. Justinia had given her the cypher for the tomes when she accepted the position and took control of the Divine's network of spies and informants. It would seem a man calling himself 'Shadow Drake' had spent the better part of the last ten years freely offering information in the form of coded messages hidden in books made to look like various Chantry texts with the covers being a hint as to where the information was sourced from.
Cassandra stops when she no longer feels Leliana behind her. "Another one?"

Nodding, Leliana holds it up for the Seeker to see, "Copy of 'The Trials of Andraste' in Rivaini. It would seem my unofficial agent has recently returned from the east."
The Seeker waited for her counterpart to catch up. "Do you think your mystery source will be at the Conclave?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I would like him to be, if only for the sake of thanking him for all the very useful scandals he has sent my way."
Their conversation ended as they entered the reception hall, Leliana staying to the shadows as was her trade while Cassandra went to her customary place directly behind the Most Holy, stifling a chuckle. "She would use that one." Leliana didn't bother to mask her amusement at Justinia blessing a Ranger Commander and his men for protecting travelers to the Temple and to the Grand Cathedral. "Oh how she does love the Benedictions." Watching the exchange, she listens to the boy speak. She has heard of his band of fighters. Nobles pay for protection to holy sites, and the Rangers then invite the less fortunate on the next journey paid for by the nobles. Whatever is left is given to healers and orphanages.

As she watches Cassandra approach to inform the Divine of their arrival and the presence of their new Commander, she thinks back to the man that traveled with them from Kirkwall. Former Templar Knight-Commander Cullen Rutherford, she first met the man when he was being held prisoner by blood mages in the Ferelden Circle tower near Redcliff. The next time she met the man, he had been given command of Templars that had been kidnapped by mages and had taken over from a woman that had been corrupted by a strange strain of lyrium. She wondered if his luck would ever change. Her thoughts then shifted to their other traveling companion. Officially he is an apprehended witness of the Seeker. Merchant Guild Deshyr Varric Tethras.

Justinia has dismissed the Ranger so she makes her way forward. She arches a brow as the..young man, not a boy...nearly trips over himself in her presence. Always a way to make a lady feel better about herself when a man of such a young age is struck frozen by a woman's passing glance... Her smirk only grows as one of her agents approaches her and his head spins upon hearing the agent address her.

"Sister Nightingale."

She says nothing as the young man searches the room. She isn't sure why she hurts for him at the look of disappointment that crosses his features, but she nods to her agent when he leaves. "You've news?"

"Yes Mistress, from Ostwick. Neither Bann Victor nor his eldest son Maxwell are attending the Conclave. A young Trevelyan believed to be the Bann's bastard son has accompanied the Grand Cleric to Haven." The agent hands a stack of papers to Leliana.

"What is this?"

"Everything we have been able to acquire on the youngest Trevelyan."

"Well done, you may go." Looking at the rather small stack of information a name jumps at her- 'Josephine Montilyet' in his known associates. "Very interesting." She makes a mental note to speak with her old friend when she arrives. She quickly updates the Divine on the imminent arrival of their new ambassador, then heads back to the village with Cassandra to read the reports she knows have piled up in her absence.

Leliana ended up having her evening meal with Josephine who had arrived several weeks earlier than planned. Soon after they finished eating Leliana invited the young Antivan noble to share quarters with herself and Cassandra. The hands of the Divine helped the woman get settled and then offered her a quick tour of the village when the world turned on its axis with an ear shattering bang, followed by the very sky itself ripping open.

"Cassandra, the Temple..."

Tears staining the Right Hand's face, "Most Holy, the Grand Clerics..."

Their grief quickly turned to anger as Cullen came running to them. "Reports coming from the site of the blast.. a rip in the fade and a man falling from it, some are saying a woman was behind him but he emerged alone. He is alive but only just."

Soon after, Leliana is pulled away when guards inform her that an elven mage has turned himself in to Chantry forces and surrendered his staff.

Cassandra,
I understand our first order of business must be to investigate this bizarre breach in the sky and protect people from the demons descending. While my search continues, I wish to draw your attention to a new arrival at our camp: an elven apostate calling himself Solas.
Solas entered the camp voluntarily, surrendering his staff to Chantry forces without protest. He is not Dalish and says that he has never been part of the Circle, claiming instead to have studied magic peacefully on his own... particularly magic tied to the Fade.
While I suspect you will be reluctant to accept the help of an apostate, Solas did come to us freely. Witnesses saw him in a nearby village at the time of the blast, so he was likely not responsible for what happened at the Conclave. However, he has described the effects of the Breach in enough detail to convince me that he knows more about the Fade than anyone else present.
Solas has requested permission to study the lone survivor and one of the smaller rifts, in hopes of finding a way to seal the Breach. He has correctly guessed that it is growing, and believes it will destroy the entire world unless we find a way to stop it. Unless you object, I will allow him his studies—under proper observation, of course.
Leliana

That was eleven days ago. No angry reply from Cassandra, so she decides to supervise the ordeal herself. Now as she comes to the bedside of the sole survivor, she notes that it's the young man from the reception. The reports say he wasn't wearing armor when he emerged from the fade. She watches as this Solas tries to stabilize the prone man, leaving Leliana to her thoughts. She wonders how this man survived a blast that annihilated the Temple, killing everyone inside. Memories of what remained there would haunt her the rest of her days. Her hands trembled as she again read the report on the elusive Trevelyan she now knew to be the man laying before her. As the door opens, she doesn't even look up as she extends her right hand to just above her shoulder, offering the report to Cassandra.
Before the Seeker reads the information she has to ask, "Do you believe he did this?"

Shaking her head, Leliana replied, "Truly I do not know, but no, I don't think he did. There is nothing for him to gain by causing such chaos."

Cassandra sighs deeply, "Unfortunate for him that he is our only lead, and for most in the village, the only suspect." The seeker sits at the table across from the former Bard and reads the report Leliana's people found..such as it is.

Etrigan Trevelyan Born 29th Haring 9:13 Dragon Location Unknown
Father- Bann Victor Trevelyan of Ostwick
Mother- Unknown, presumed dead
Brothers- Maxwell b.8:96 Blessed
Gabriel b 9:01 Dragon
Sisters- Evelyn b 8:98 Blessed
Aislyn b 9:01 Dragon
Notable relations- Grand Cleric Seline of Ostwick died at Conclave
Lucille Trevelyan
Lady Osher Lotharn Trevelyan Bayart
Lord Albrecht
Philliam Bernard Aloicius Travelyan- Orlisian Bard
Several familial connections to Chantry and Templar Order, cousins among ranks of Royal court of Nevarra
Known Acquaintances - Faren Thatchersen of Ansburg
Lady Josephine Montilyet, former Ambassador to the Imperial Court of
Orlais as ordered by His Grace, King of Antiva.

The report goes on to state that Lord Trevelyan simply appeared at his father's home shortly after his eighth birthday and a petition to have him legitimized by the Chantry was filed by his Aunt, then Revered Mother Seline, and was approved by Divine Beatrix III in early 9:26 Dragon. Also listed are the assignments of his brother, Knight-Captain Gabriel and his sister, Mother Aislyn.

Cassandra sets the report down and looks at Leliana, "There is no more?"

Leliana shakes her head, prompting the Seeker to continue. "He has remained hidden even after being recognized as a legitimate heir of his father. Where has he been for the last ten years?"
That Leliana can answer. "At seventeen he founded a band of Rangers that made a name for themselves offering protection to travelers on holy pilgrimages."

Cassandra abruptly stands and heads for the stairs, "I am going to train."

Leliana almost feels sorry for the poor training dummy that is about to be brutalized. She waits only a moment before following and catching the Seeker. "Cassie talk to me, if not now, soon. I know you are hurting. We have both lost too much, and I will NOT lose you as well. For the last six years we have worked together as two halves of the same being. In that time you have become a trusted ally and a dear friend, and I will fight to keep you with me, from external machinations or from your own darkness."

The Seeker could only nod, afraid that if she tried to speak the grief would follow and for the moment she needed to hold on to her anger as vehemently as she held her shield.

Leliana knew this and finished her thoughts. "Perhaps when we have a chance to breathe we will have our own service for Justinia, small and simple, private, no?" Again the seeker could only nod. Leliana hugged her friend tightly and let her go.

This seems to prompt Cassandra's voice. " Yes that will be lovely, but for now I must train." At Leliana's raised brow and amused smirk the warrior added, "It helps me think."

As they started to part a messenger came running to them. "Seeker Cassandra, Sister Leliana." The boy doubled over trying to catch his breath. "The prisoner, he stirs."

Cassandra's look becomes positively murderous and the boy visibly flinches under her gaze, but it is Leliana that speaks. "He is waking up."

The boy nods. "Yes my lady. The elven apostate says it will be anytime now."

The boy is dismissed and the hands of the Divine go back into the Chantry to tell the guards to alert them the moment the prisoner is awake. Leliana will let Cassandra lead the interrogation. Though she believes the survivor to be innocent, he is however their best chance of gaining any insights to what actually happened in the Temple the night of the explosion

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Etrigan wakes up lying on the ground. "Where am I?"

All around him, the air crackles with magic and danger. Standing up and looking left, he sees a long stone staircase, and at the top a figure bathed in pure light. He starts to make his way towards the stairs when he hears a sound behind him, giant spiders, running at him.

Etrigan starts sprinting up the stairs. He hears the figure calling to him, "Quickly, the demons!"

When he reaches the top he sees the figure is a woman. She pushes him towards a green light, but as he turns to reach for her she is overrun by the creatures and she pushes him through the tear. He leaps through and falls to his knees in agony before soldiers surround him and darkness takes him.

When next he wakes, he is on his knees, chained to the stone floor of a dungeon. Four guards stand ready, swords drawn and pointed at him. He is startled awake fully when his left hand pulses in pain with a strange green light.

A door opens and two women enter. Through the haze of his pain he can tell at least one of them wants his head. The other merely observes, and he knows that's the one he should fear.

Someone once told him that silent women were always the more dangerous...who was that...fairly certain he knows them from somewhere. He can't escape the fog in his mind long enough to recall where from.

The taller woman is wearing armor a shield strapped proudly to her back. With a death grip on her sword, she steps to him and grabs a fistful of the shirt he is wearing.

"Tell me why we shouldn't kill you now. The Conclave is destroyed. Everyone who attended is dead. Except for you."

Flashes of things come to his mind. He knows but says nothing. 'My name is Etrigan Trevelyan, my father sent me to Haven, with his sister the Grand Cleric of...Oh Maker Aunt Seline, wait did she say dead? But I'm here? The Divine? Andraste's Ass, The Right Hand of The Divine thinks I murdered Most Holy and my own kin, if she doesn't have me killed Father will.'

Having been taken by raiders before on his travels he remembers now...Max taught him never say anything first. Eventually your captors will get angry enough to tip their hands.

Use that to gather information and you'll live another day. He stays silent as the Seeker paces around him, her armored boots echoing on the stone floor.

He counts the moments and the Seeker does not disappoint, grabbing his manacled hands as the mark on his left flares, "Explain this!"

The prisoner shakes his head, "I..I Cant."

This only seems to anger her further, "What do you mean you can't?"

Finally he looks at her, trying to keep his face as neutral as possible. "I don't know what that is or how it got there."

She drops his arms and rears back, ready to strike him. "You're lying!"

Her arm is caught on the down swing by the hooded observer, "We need him, Cassandra."

The prisoner hangs his head, speaking softly to himself, though his unwilling savior hears him, "I cant believe it, all those people..dead."

Looking up he asks her, "So what happens now?"

Rather than answer his question, she asks her own. "Do you remember what happened? How this began?"

The prisoner closes his eyes tightly, trying to sort through the flashes of things invading his memories. "I remember running, things were chasing me..And Then...A woman?"

Having questioned the soldiers that found him, the hooded woman knew there had been reported sightings of a woman but, "A woman?"

She played her part well to hear this man's version of events. The prisoner shook his head and kept going, "She reached out to me, but then...."

The Seeker cut him off, "Go to the forward camp, Leliana. I will take him to the rift."

The Seeker he now knows beyond doubt is Cassandra Pentaghast, Right Hand of The Divine, hauls him to his feet. He chances a question, "What did happen?"

Cassandra removes the chains, binding his hands with rope, "It will be easier to show you."

She takes him down a dark hall and up a set of stairs. He had no idea that Chantries had dungeons in them..She leads him outside, as his eyes adjust to the change in light, he looks up to get an idea of what time it is, freezing when he sees the massive tear in the sky, the one that looks just like that strange mark on his hand, "Sweet Andraste..."

Cassandra places a guiding hand on his arm, "We call it 'The Breach'. It is a massive rift into the world of demons that grows larger with each passing hour. That is not the only such rift, just the largest. All were caused by the explosion at the Conclave."

The prisoner stared at her in shock, pointing towards the breach. "An explosion can do that?!"

"This one did. Unless we act the Breach may grow until it swallows the world." As if to illustrate her point the breach grows, sending the prisoner to his knees in pain as his mark flares.

Cassandra kneels in front of him and places a hand on his shoulder, "Each time the breach grows your mark spreads."

She waits until he looks up at her, "And it is killing you. It may be the key to ending this but there isn't much time."

The prisoner notices her hesitation. "You still think I did this? To myself?"

She glares back at him. "Not intentionally, something clearly went wrong."

The prisoner decides to match her defiance. "And if I'm not responsible?"

Cassandra pulls him up and starts leading him again. "Someone is and you are our only suspect."

She stops and answers him honestly, "You wish to prove your innocence? This is the only way."

The prisoner nods, "I understand."

"Then...?"

"I'll do what I can. Whatever it takes."

They start walking again and the prisoner notices the angry stares of the townspeople, as does the Seeker, "They have decided your guilt, they need it. The people of Haven mourn our Most Holy, Divine Justinia, Head of the Chantry. The Conclave was hers. It was a chance for peace between the Mages and Templars. She brought their leaders together. Now they are dead."

She nods to the guards at the gates, who move to open them. "We lash out, like the sky. But we must think beyond ourselves, as she did. Until the breach is sealed."

Cassandra turns and takes a step forward, pulling a small dagger from its place at her back. He is afraid only a moment before she steps back to him. "There will be a trial," she tells him and cuts his bindings, "I can promise no more."

The prisoner nods his understanding as he massages the feeling back into his hands. Cassandra motions behind her with her head. "Come, it is not far."

He follows. "Where are you taking me?"

She pauses only a moment, "Your mark must be tested on something smaller than the breach."

She continues and he quickly catches up, falling into step behind her as she leads him into the valley.

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Previously- "Come, it is not far." "Where are you taking me?"  "Your mark must be tested on something smaller than the breach."

Cassandra leads the prisoner through the village gate to a bridge. Though she would never admit it, it does soften her to him to see his reaction to the carnage. As they pass the gate guards, the prisoner immediately goes to help a wounded soldier carry his wounded companion to a small stack of crates, bearing most of the weight of both fighters as he helps to ease them down to sitting positions. Kneeling down, he tears strips of cloth from their torn uniforms to bind their injuries, asking if there is anything else he can do for them and promising to send a healer as soon as he can find one.


Cassandra watches him move forward to a gathering of commoners and nobles alike gathered around a Chantry brother, taking a knee and joining them in prayer for those lost. His next stop is to a Chantry Sister taking information of the dead wrapped in canvas, bound with ropes, not even trying to mask his tears and sorrow. The Seeker watches him as he speaks to the woman, "At the base of this ridge is a small villageand just outside is a camp. There a band of Rangers from the Free Marches can be found, four dozen stout men and their officers, they will come. Their commanders will insist that they offer their services to escort your fallen home safely."


The woman taking notes sends for a messenger, "Thank you, Messere."


Doubt of his guilt begins to creep into Cassandra's mind and she hopes for a chance to continue questioning him on the journey to the rift. They come to a second gate where more guards are standing sentry. "Open the gates, we are heading into the valley." The guards salute and head for the heavy wooden doors. Cassandra leads her prisoner through and turns left onto the path into what the chantry has called 'The Valley of Sorrows' leading to the Temple. Watching the prisoner as they go forward, she sees him take in the graduated barriers set up on the path requiring anyone wishing to pass them to weave through.


The only sounds are the clash of steel and the frightened screams of soldiers and innocents alike, a wounded soldier running past her holding his arm and shouting, "Maker, its the end of the world!"


Not hearing steps behind her, she turns to face the man whose guilt she doubts more with each passing second, standing, tears flowing freely from his face as his head hangs solemnly, she almost misses his whispered "How long?"


She walks back to him slowly, as one would approach a wounded animal, "What do you mean?"


He looks up and gestures towards the breach, "How long between that and.." motioning around them "..all of..this."


The Seeker sighs deeply, carefully considering her words before answering him. "Eleven days." What she sees next both cements his innocence in her eyes and breaks her heart.


"Why me?" He shouts to the heavens, "Maker, why me? All those people, and I'm the one that gets to live?" He turns to the nearest solid object and strikes it with his fists as quickly and as hard as his broken and battered body can, "How is this mercy? How is this just? There was no dignity in this, only chaos." He falls to his knees screaming out his rage and grief, and Cassandra has to catch herself from weeping for him as she remembers Leliana's report on the man. He lost at least a dozen of his kin in the blast.


As quickly as it began, she sees him pull himself together, though as they progress along their path up the hill she sees the fire in him, his rage simmering just below the surface as they pass more wounded and dead. His compassion is evident whether it be mage or Templar, his heart breaking for the innocents. They get to the crest of the hill and the breach expands once more, dropping him yet again to his knees in pain.


She helps him back up. "The pulses are coming faster now. The larger the breach grows, the more demons we face."


"How did I survive that?"

 
"They said you...stepped out of a rift, then fell unconscious. They say there was a woman behind you in the rift. No one knows who she was. Everything in the valley was laid to waste, including the Temple of Sacred Ashes. I suppose you'll see soon enough."


They come to another bridge with both a dead mage and a dead Templar. It is impossible to tell if they killed each other or if the breach claimed them. On the other side of the bridge is a small unit of forces with a wagon. As they get halfway across, a meteor falls from the breach, destroying the bridge and killing the soldiers, sending Cassandra and the prisoner to the frozen river below. A smaller meteor hits the river not too far in front of where the Seeker stands. A shade demon forms and charges her. Drawing her sword and shield, she yells to the man behind her, "Stay behind me!", surging ahead to fight the demon.


As she moves a second shade forms behind her, and looking to his left the prisoner sees a bow with a half-full quiver and a short sword. He grabs the lot and nocks three arrows, firing at the second demon. They make quick work of the demons. When the fight ends he has nocked another arrow as a precaution and approaches the Seeker, looking around to be sure. "Its over."


When he looks up to her, he finds himself staring down the business end of her very sharp long sword, her gaze pure fire, "Drop you weapon. NOW."


In an effort to stay alive a little longer, he makes a dramatic show of taking the arrow off the bow, "Alright, have it your way. I'll disarm." Moving slowly, he goes to set the bow and quiver down. Then, keeping his hands where she can see them, he moves to set the short sword down as well, until he hears her release a tired breath.


"Wait.." She rolls her neck to alleviate some of the tension threatening to over take her, "..I cannot protect you and I cannot expect you to be defenseless. Your life is in danger enough as it is and I should remember you came willingly."


He picks the bow and arrows up again and she hands him several small vials. He recognizes the red liquid in them as health poultices, "Here, take these potions. Maker knows what we will face."


He nods and pockets the vials. Cassandra then watches as he makes quick work of scavenging the area and the fallen soldiers near by, coming back with two full quivers, another short sword and a gear belt. After he has geared up, such as it is, he asks her, "Where are your soldiers?" Falling into step beside her.


"At the forward camp, or fighting. We are on our own for now." She notes he stops along their way to say a quick prayer for the fallen that they find their way to the Maker's side and scavenges armor from them, effectively making himself a set of sniper's armor, his left arm from shoulder to wrist now covered in steel plating. He also cuts wild herbs she recalls healers using. His last stop he found a steel bracer for his right hand and a pair of leather gloves which he proceeded to cut the fingers off of and cut a hole into the palm of the left hand.


At her questioning look he simply shrugs "Archery is as much about being able to feel the bow and the shaft of the arrow as it is about being able to line up a clear shot to your target." He gets an almost wistful smile. "Mother taught me that."


She wants to ask about that but as they reach the next hill he gets to prove his point. Three demons stand over the body of a dead noble. She watches as he nocks three arrows and tilts the bow's angle to better control the arrows, then lets go, an arrow hitting each demon. Drawing her sword, Cassandra begins her approach, "Watch out, if we flank them we may be able to gain the advantage."


He gives her a curt nod and fires one more arrow to the right, then moves left, drawing the short swords he now carries, leaving her to go center. She is impressed to see him handle the swords so well with the heavy armor on only one side, though her anger rises after the fight when he kneels to loot the body of the dead noble. He ignores her rage and continues, "For some, Seeker, a proper funeral is a luxury. All are equal under the Maker's gaze and welcome at His side. This man can afford in death to give to those he would not have helped in life."


They fight their way to a stone staircase through debris and demons. As they climb,sounds of battle get louder, and the Seeker picks up her speed. "We're getting close to the rift. You can hear the fighting."


He catches up to her, "Who is fighting?" 


"You'll see soon, we must help them."


They jump over a ruined wall and up a small slope. The Ranger rolls his shoulders as he draws the short swords and jumps into the fray, taking the head of a demon that almost had an Elven mage unawares. He feels the wind shift and takes a knee right as a crossbow bolt sails past where his left ear used to be, hitting the wraith that appeared behind him. He stands, turning to look behind him, and sees a dwarf with a double action crossbow with a wicked blade attached, obviously a custom piece he thinks. He gets to return the favor when the Ranger takes off in a sprint then slides under a shocked Seeker, spearing a demon that formed next to him. He makes his way back into the fight as the dwarf takes a sniping position.


As the last demon falls, the Mage grabs the Ranger's wrist, "Quickly, before more come through!"


The Ranger watches as the Mage aims his hand at the rift. A flash of green light erupts from his hand and into the rift, closing it with an audible pop. Wrenching his arm back from the slim elf's deceptively firm grip, he shakes the discomfort from his hand, "What did you do?"


The Mage smiles with a slight bow, "I did nothing. The credit is yours."


The Ranger shakes his hand out again, "I closed that thing? How?"


Picking up his staff, the Mage explains, "Whatever magic created the Breach, also placed that mark upon your hand. I theorized the mark may be able to close the rifts and it seems I was correct."


It's this statement that catches Cassandra's interest. "Meaning it could also close the breach?"


The elf nods. "Possibly," he turns back to the Ranger, "It seems you hold the key to our salvation."


A new voice, the dwarf with the crossbow, chimes in. "Good to know! Here I thought we'd be ass deep in demons forever."

Adjusting his coat as he approaches the Ranger, hand held out, "Varric Tethras, rogue, storyteller and..." he throws a wink at the Seeker, "occasionally unwelcome tagalong."


Cassandra rolls her eyes and makes a disgusted noise.


The Ranger shakes his hand, "Etrigan. Are you with the Chantry or....?"


This causes the mage to laugh slightly. "Was that a serious question?"


Varric smiles and shakes his head. "Technically, I'm a prisoner, just like you."


Still scowling, Cassandra shouts out, "I brought you here to tell your story to the Divine. Clearly that is no longer necessary."


Unmoved by her temper, the dwarf fires back, "Yet here I am, Seeker, lucky for you considering current events."


Etrigan nods. "Pleased to meet you, Varric."


The mage grins. "You may change that stance with time."


Feigning hurt, Varric looks to the elf. "Aw, I'm sure we'll become great friends in the valley, Chuckles."


Turning to Cassandra, the Ranger asks, "So I closed the rift. What now?"


She motions upriver, "Now we meet Leliana at the forward camp."


Varric reloads his crossbow, "What a great idea, Seeker." 


"Absolutely not. Your help was appreciated Varric but..."


Varric doesn't even let her finish, "Have you seen the valley lately, Seeker? Your men aren't in control anymore. You need me."


Cassandra makes another disgusted noise and storms off towards the camp. The elf bows slightly to Etrigan, "I am Solas, if there are to be introductions. I'm pleased to see you still live."


Varric laughs. "He means he kept that mark from killing you while you slept."


Etrigan returns the bow. "Etrigan, Commander of the Rangers of the Free Marches." Holding up his marked hand, "You seem to know a great deal about it all."


Cassandra notes he didn't claim his nobility. "Solas is an apostate, well versed in such matters."


Showing no offense to her comments, Solas continues, "Technically all mages are apostates now, Cassandra. My travels have allowed me to learn much of the fade, far beyond any circle mage. I came to offer what help I can give with the breach. If it is not closed, we are all doomed, regardless of origin."


Etrigan considers him a moment. Unlike any Dalish he has ever encountered before, his instincts tell him to be cautious. "That's a commendable attitude."


The elf tilts his head, "Merely a sensible one, although sense appears to be in short supply right now."


Cassandra watches as the gears move in Etrigan's mind, weighing every word carefully before engaging in further conversation. "And what will you do when this is over?"


"Like you Ranger, one hopes that those in power remember who has helped...And who did not." Turning to the Seeker, the mage gives her the results of his studies, "Cassandra, you should know, the magic involved here is unlike any I have ever seen. Your prisoner is no mage. Indeed, I find it difficult to imagine any mage having such power."


She nods curtly. "Understood. We must get to the forward camp, quickly."


The party sets out with Varric slapping Etrigan on the back. "Well, Bianca's excited.." giving his crossbow a loving pat.


Etrigan's brow shoots up in confusion, "You named your crossbow 'Bianca'?"


The dwarf smiles. "Yea..She's one of a kind."


Cassandra comes back and starts towards the river below, "This way down the bank, the way ahead is blocked."


The four make their way long the banks in silence, eyes and ears searching for dangers, Solas and Etrigan trading off on gathering herbs for the healers and scouting ahead, both being sure to stay in sight of the party. Solas sees them first. "We must move, demons ahead."


Varric readies his weapon. "Glad you brought me now, Seeker?"


Ending the wraiths quickly, the others can barely track Etrigan's movements as he scavenges several cabins along the banks. When he comes back he hands Solas and Varric both a few satchels containing herbs, potions and anything else of use he managed to find. The satchel he handed Cassandra was smaller, however she noticed its weight and looked inside. He had handed her whatever gold and valuables he had scavenged.


The silence gets to Varric first. "So Ranger, You're actually from the Free Marches?"


"What gave me away?"


"Accent. I'm from Kirkwall, but you...Farther east maybe?"


"You just..listening to me talk feels odd. Is this another kind of interrogation?" 


"Oh, I'm sure Cassandra has done plenty of that. So..Ansburg? Ostwick? This is going to bug the shit out of me."


Before Etrigan can answer, the mark flares, almost bringing him to his knees. Cassandra catches him as he tries to breathe through the pain, "Hold on. We haven't much further." Another sharp breath with a grunt of pain. "I know it is difficult but we must keep moving."


The party climbs a wide set of snow covered stone stairs and Varric just can't help himself. "So...Are you innocent?"


Etrigan bites back the sarcasm since the Seeker is listening. "I don't remember what happened."


"That'll get you every time. Should have spun a story."


Another scowl from Cassandra. "That's what you would have done."


Yet without missing a beat, "Its more believable, Seeker. And less prone to lead to premature execution." The group continues northwest along a winding path and at the top they are attacked by more demons.


"I hope Leliana made it through all this."
"Nightingale is resourceful, Seeker." The dwarf's comment got Etrigan's attention but he focused on the wraith in front of him.


Solas sends a blast of ice magic towards it, making it easier to kill. "We will see for ourselves at the forward camp," the elf motions to his left, "We're almost there."


Etrigan feels the mark on his hand start to spark up again and takes off in a sprint in the direction Solas just indicated.The others dash after, trying to keep up, Cassandra ready  to tackle him for a moment, believing he was trying to escape. At the top of a small hill, she stops and sees him vault over a smashed wagon and crumbling wall, "Another rift."


Solas stopped short to avoid crashing into her. "We must seal it, quickly."


By the time the others arrive, Etrigan has already pulled the injured soldiers away from the field when another calls out, "They keep coming! Help us!"


After two more waves of demons from the rift, Solas moves to aide the injured and throws back over his shoulder, " Hurry, close it, use the mark!"


Glancing at his hand, Etrigan thrusts his left arm up, mark facing the rift. He feels the energy ebb and flow between the mark and the rift until a flash of light and a loud crack signal the rift's close. Cassandra starts towards the guards, "The rift is closed, open the gates."


They both salute in the standard Ferelden manner, right hand fisted at their left shoulder, arm across their armor. "Right away, Lady Cassandra!"


Solas falls into step with Etrigan, "We are clear for the moment. Well done."


Varric comes up on his other side. "Whatever that thing on your hand is, its useful." Etrigan nods in agreement as the party walks through the gates and into the forward camp.

Chapter Text

Upon entering the forward camp, the first thing Etrigan does is take all the bags he gathered from his companions and head to the supply caches to start sorting his efforts into the appropriate piles. He quietly asks the man guarding supplies if there was an officer or anyone really taking up coin to help the families of the fallen, and after being directed to a nearby Chantry Sister, he unloaded the last of his bags. Heading back to the supply piles, he lingers only long enough to refill his borrowed quivers.

A glint of steel catches his eye, and following it, he sees his second, Stitch, and their men have arrived. After ten years of traveling and fighting together the two Ranger commanders have gotten very proficient at speaking to each other without saying a word. Seeing the other man's flinch towards him, Etrigan gives an almost imperceptible shake of his head, alerting his men not to approach him. A movement catches his eye, and glancing over he sees Sister Leliana watching him. Looking back at his second he effortlessly conveys to his men that they should ask the former Bard for orders for the time being.

Seeing a few bits of scratch parchment, Etrigan takes them and finds a decent piece of burnt wood. He quickly scribbles out a couple of coded notes, one to his second - She is the Nightingale. Follow her orders or escort the fallen home- and one to the Left Hand - Until I can lead them again, the Rangers are at your disposal, lest they escort your fallen to their final rest-

He marked both with his alias- when he started 'gifting' information to the Chantry, he adopted the name 'Shadow Drake' to distance what he was doing from his family as much as he could. Only his second knew about his essentially third life, as they never called each other by their given names in front of the men, only their codes. Eyes darting around quietly, Etrigan makes sure no one saw him pen the notes and heads to the table his men are crowded around, seeing his second has laid out his personal weapons. Slowing his pace by the table, Etrigan trades his scavenged weapons for his preferred pieces, all custom made for him by his second's mother and her brother's son. He chooses not to switch to his own armor, wanting to conceal his identity from the masses for as long as possible. He slips his second the orders for their men and, indicating Leliana again, palms the other note at the wrist of his gloved hand, suggesting that's where his second drop it for him. It was a tried and true method, one they had success with when the Divine herself had been the Left Hand.

Etrigan heads to join back up with Cassandra and overhears an argument between Leliana and a man in Chantry robes best described as a swollen horse's ass. Stitch has discreetly passed him his brother's dagger, now tucked into its usual home at his left wrist. His grip tightens on it, though his first thoughts of the hooded woman made him smile. 'If she is the Left Hand, we'll all be dead before I could even think to draw a blade.'

"We must prepare the soldiers." Anyone could hear the stress in Leliana's voice.

The Horse's ass, however, seemed to think he was the general of Andraste's armies. "We will do no such thing."

She replies, keeping her voice level, "The prisoner must get to the Temple of Sacred Ashes. It is our only chance."

"You have already caused enough trouble without resorting to this exercise in futility."

Leliana's eyes go wide in shock, the incredulity evident in her voice, "I have caused trouble?!?"

Etrigan was tempted to bag an arrow through the finger currently hanging in front of the woman as the man continued his tirade, "You, Cassandra, the Most Holy..Haven't you done enough already?"

Leliana's patience had run out, "You are not in charge here."

That point only seemed to anger him further. "Enough, I will not have it."

He turns his gaze to Etrigan and Cassandra as they approach, "Ah, here they come."

Relief floods Leliana's features as she sees her friend safe again, "Thank the Maker you made it. Chancellor Roderick this is..."

Now Etrigan really hates this guy when he rudely cuts off a lady. "I know who he is."

Leliana has to turn her head to fight her smile as she hears Etrigan mumble, "I seriously doubt that."

It doesn't go unnoticed that Roderick raises his voice to get more attention and seem more important as he points at Etrigan, "As Grand Chancellor of the Chantry, I hereby order you to take this criminal to Val Royeaux to face execution."

Cassandra is having none of his self aggrandizing, "You? Order me? Your are nothing more than a glorified clerk, a bureaucrat!"

Again the man tries to make himself bigger than he is. "And you are nothing more than a thug. But a thug that allegedly serves the Chantry."

Leliana steps in before Cassandra can use him as a new hilt for her sword, "We serve the Most Holy, Chancellor, as you well know."

The blustering fool loses his own argument with his next comment, "Justinia is dead! We must elect a new Divine and follow her orders on the matter."

After listening to the three of them argue back and forth, Etrigan decides to throw his coppers in, if anything just to shut the foul man up for a minute, "First, I have a name," he motions between the three of them, "So...No one is actually in charge here?"

Well, Etrigan thought as the Horse's ass starts yelling again, "You killed everyone who was in charge!" that didn't work. Roderick turned his attention back to Cassandra, "Call a retreat, Seeker. Our position here is hopeless."

Undeterred, Cassandra looks at a map of the valley located just of them, "We can stop this before its too late."

Shaking his head, Roderick continues his begging, "How? You won't survive long enough to reach the temple, even with all your soldiers."

Cassandra traces a path through the valley along the map in front of her, "We must get to the Temple. It's the quickest route."

"But not the safest," Leliana points towards the mountains, "Our forces can charge as a distraction while we go through the mountains."

The Seeker shakes her head, "We lost contact with an entire patrol along that path, its too risky."

Etrigan was following the debate and eyeing the map until the mark flares again, "Argh. Damn it!"

Roderick uses the moment to try his cowardice one last time, "Listen to me. Abandon this now, before more lives are lost."

The breach expands again as does the mark Etrigan bares, and as Leliana helps her bring him back to his feet, Cassandra asks him, "Ranger. How do you think we should proceed?"

Still reeling from the pain in his arm, his reply is a bit more sarcastic than he wanted, "Now what I have to say matters?"

With a knowing smirk, Leliana points out the obvious, "You have the mark."

Etrigan sees she is holding his note, but can't think on if she has read it yet as Cassandra requires his attention, "And you are the one we must keep alive."

The Seeker looks almost pained as she continues, "Since we cannot agree on our own..."

Etrigan runs the fingers of his right hand over the glowing mark in his left, weighing the severity of all the options, then softly but boldly, he tells them his choice. "I honestly don't give a damn as to what any of you do."

In his peripheral he sees Stitch and their men gathering close by, "I was hired to do a job. The explosion ensured my failure." Looking to Leliana, he holds up his marked hand, "This thing will kill me before I can be made to blame at any farce of a trial, so I'll take my chances with the soldiers. Whatever happens, happens now." He returns Roderick's sneer before addressing Leliana again, "Just make sure he sits before my father and brothers when you tell my family what happened to me."

He nods to Stitch and hears the rally call, "RANGERS! FORM UP!" Removing the scavenged armor pieces, he takes his own from his second, "If I am meant to die today, it will be as my Father's son." Slipping into his own armor is like adding a second skin for him, the colors of his house standing in contrast on the steel, the same material, though not enhanced with runes, as his blades. Stitch opens a small chest and holds it out to Etrigan, in it, a final gift from his aunt, Grand Cleric Seline-- a new archer's gauntlet, marking him as an agent of The Divine. It adds to his long list of allegiances, the pauldron on his right shoulder marked with his rank within the Rangers and his family crest. On his left arm from his pauldron to his elbow are hand-engraved marks noting his alliance with the royal courts of Nevarra, Orlais, Antiva and Ferelden. His right arm is mostly free of armor under the pauldron, save for a steel bracer to match his gauntlet, marked with the seal of the Chantry, the Circle of Magi and the Templar Order.

Stitch stands next to him holding his helmet, making sure their men didn't hear them but that the three Chantry members did, "Commander Trevelyan, the men are ready and waiting for your orders."

Motioning towards the map, Etrigan shares his plans, "Have two of our Captains take all but the scouts and head into the valley. Pull the wounded and dead off the field, try to save as many as possible, I'll be soon behind them. You take the other two captains and the scouts here," he points out Leliana's mountain path, "a small contingent of their forces have been cut off from communications. It's a search and rescue, possibly recovery. When you return any further instructions will come from Sister Leliana. She'll tell you where to go."

Letting out a shrill whistle, Etrigan calls his men to him. He looks around at his rangers, his second family. "If this is where we make our stand, I wanted you all to know, it has been an honor to fight at your sides, and never doubt for a moment that it has not been my highest privilege to be your Commander. You have your orders. MARCH!" Etrigan calmly walks back to the Hands of The Divine and the Chancellor, "Ready when you are Seeker."

Cassandra snaps from her stupor at the drastic change in the younger man, "Leliana, bring everyone left to the valley. Everyone."

Leliana nods and heads to her task, and Etrigan motions for his scouts to follow her. Roderick, leaning heavily on the map table, offers no comfort, only a parting shot at Cassandra, "On your head be the consequences, Seeker."

Walking past the final gate as Cassandra leads the way onto the field, Etrigan draws his short swords, the mark on his hand adding even more power to the already enchanted blades and attracting demons. Solas draws his staff, "Be ready, another rift!" and casts a barrier around them.

Varric loads his crossbow, "How many of these things are there?"

Before she can even hazard a guess, Cassandra's blood turns to ice in her veins as she sees Etrigan roll his shoulders, staring down the demons that have focused on him. She knows her fear stems from her realization that he knows the beasts can hear him say, "You want me you sodding bastards? Come and get me." The anger she saw in in his eyes before is now blazing like an inferno as he charges into the fray, heading straight for the rift, freeing the legs from two shades and liberating the head of a wraith as he passes in a single campaign.

Solas steps beside her casting another barrier on the Ranger to protect him from demons using spirit magic. "We must seal it if we are to get past!"

"Quickly then! Cover him so he can get to the rift!"

Solas moves to join Varric, providing ranged defense while Cassandra moves into step behind Etrigan to give close cover, and for his part Etrigan throws his hand towards the rift sealing it. "Sealed as before," Solas notes, "You're becoming quite proficient at this."

Varric nods as he comments, "Lets hope it works on the big one."

A clearly battle hardened man runs up to the party, "Lady Cassandra, you managed to close the rift? Well done."

Cassandra shakes her head. "Do not congratulate me, Commander. This was the prisoner's doing."

The Commander regards Etrigan closely. "Is it? I hope they're right about you. We've lost a lot of people to get you here."

The weight of the other man's words are not lost on the Ranger, "You're not the only one hoping that."

"We'll see soon enough won't we."

"I cant promise anything but I'll try."

"That's all we can ask." The Commander turns back to Cassandra, "The way to the Temple should be clear. Leliana will try to meet you there."

The Seeker nods, "Then we'd best move quickly. Give us time Commander."

"Maker watch over you," the Commander falls back, helping an injured soldier hobble away, "for all our sakes." With one last look at the path behind them, the party heads for the Temple.

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As the party climbs the stairs into the ruins, "The Temple of Sacred Ashes.." Solas breathes almost reverently.

Varric looks around, "Or whats left of it."

Cassandra points to the point with the most damage, "That is where you walked out of the fade and our soldiers found you. They said a woman was in the rift behind you. No one knows who she was or what became of her."

Etrigan walked to an area that had been another room before the blast, the very room he recalled escorting his Aunt to. Kneeling slowly, he began to sift through the ash and debris with his hands, not really looking for anything but hoping just the same. As he was getting ready to give up, a glint of metal caught his eye. Madly digging into the ash, he pulled a ring from the ground, and his heart dropped like the bone fragments that fell with the dirt. Aunt Seline's signet ring, he would know it anywhere. Before, he had hope she had gone to the village instead of lodging in the Temple with the other Clerics, but this- this find made it real. His family had just lost near two dozen of its members, "Well...Shit."

Hanging his head and releasing a deep sigh, he makes to stand when the light catches another glint. Etrigan grabs at his throat, "No, it couldn't be." There in the dust and rubble lay his mother's medallion, all he had left of her in the physical world. Picking it up and holding close to his finds, he stands, taking a moment to gently blow the ash off of them, feather light touches to his prize.

He never heard Cassandra come up behind him so he didn't think to hold his tongue. Mother's medallion gripped in his fist, he spoke to his aunt's ring as though her spirit could hear him, "Forgive me Aunt Seline," giving no care for the ash still on the jeweled band, he gently kissed it, "I am so sorry I failed you." Adjusting the clasp, he adds the ring to his chain, closing it once more and slipping it back home around his neck, tucking it lovingly into his shirt.

A sound behind him has Cassandra jumping from him as he spins, arrow drawn and nocked, breathing out his tension at the sight of Leliana jogging to the Seeker. "You're here!" She hugs her friend quickly, "Thank the Maker!"

Ever the pragmatic one, Cassandra begins handing out orders. "Leliana, have your men take position around the Temple." The former bard nods and heads to lead her men that now, Cassandra notes, contain several of Etrigan's rangers.

Varric looks up and lets out a long whistle, "The breach is a long way up."

The Seeker rolls her eyes at the dwarf, turning to face Etrigan, "This is your chance to end this. Are you ready?"

He nods, "I'm assuming you actually have a plan to get me up there?"

Solas, who until now had been quietly observing, which if anyone asked him made Etrigan's skin crawl but they didn't so..."No. This rift was the first and is the key. Seal it and perhaps we can seal the breach."

Cassandra nods, "Then lets find a way down. And be careful."

Etrigan and Leliana take point and scout positions, followed by Solas who is flanked on either side by Cassandra and Varric. As they circle the ruins to find the safest path down, Etrigan's mark flares and they hear an unknown voice, "Now is the hour of our Victory. Bring forth the sacrifice."

Cassandra tightens her grip on her sword, "What are we hearing?"

Solas pauses his steps, "At a guess, the person who created the breach." They pass a few of Etrigan's men along the way, and he taps each one quickly on the back as he passes.

Varric notices a mass of large glowing red rocks forming around the ruins, "You know this is red lyrium, Seeker."

"I see it Varric."

"Yeah, but what's it doing here?" Everyone else chose not to acknowledge the tremor in the rogue's voice.

Solas has a theory, "Magic could have drawn on lyrium beneath the temple, corrupted it..."

Varric cut him off, panic evident in his voice. "That shit is evil! Whatever you do, don't touch it!"

Another flash from Etrigan's mark and the voice begins again, "Keep the sacrifice still."

"Someone. Help me."

Unable to contain her shock, Cassandra blurts out, "That is Divine Justinia's voice!"

As the five make their way farther down into the ruins, the whispers get louder, "Someone help me!"

"Whats going on here?"

Cassandra turns on Etrigan, sword drawn, "That was your voice. Most Holy called out to you. But..." and the three most devout of the group will all later swear it was the work of the Maker, but the whispers they all heard collided into a single point, resulting in the purest light Cassandra had ever seen. Etrigan dropped to one knee, believing this to be a test of his faith. Leliana however, was brought back to her memories of her last trek through these halls, and the gauntlet of trials that deemed her among the worthy within the Warden's band of misfits, during the blight. Their thoughts ran wild until the light converged with the whispers and began to create coherent images. What they see will change everything....

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Divine Justinia is floating, being held captive by a strange red energy wrapped around her arms. A large dark figure comes into view, its features warped, eyes glowing with the same energy as the Most Holy's bindings, looming over her. Etrigan enters the room "Whats going on here?" The Divine turns as best she can while bound, "Run while you can! Warn them!" The dark figure turns its gaze to Etrigan, "We have an intruder. Kill him, Now!"
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Another flash of light and the echoes fade. Cassandra spins on Etrigan, grabbing him by the shoulders, slamming him into what was once a wall, "You were there. Who attacked? And the Divine, is she...? Are these visions true? What are we seeing?"

He offers no resistance to her assault, only hanging his head at his own failure, "I...I don't remember."

"Echoes of what happened here," Solas says as he moves towards the pair cautiously, "The fade bleeds into this place." The elven mage places one hand on Cassandra's arm and his other at Etrigan's back to pull him from the wall, keeping his voice level to attempt soothing the distraught Seeker, "The rift is not sealed, but it is closed, albeit temporarily. I believe with the mark, the rift can be opened, then sealed properly and safely." The mage notices Leliana step slightly in front of the Ranger to block him from the Seeker's rage, so he steps in front of them both and continues, "However, opening the rift will likely draw attention from the other side."

Leliana, eyes wide as she realizes the implications of the elf's words, turns to address the soldiers as she draws her bow, "That means demons. Stand ready." The archers draw, taking aim under the rift, while the ground troops ready their shield. Varric has taken up position with the archers, 'Bianca' ready for her dance. Cassandra lashes her shield to her arm as Solas casts a barrier on Etrigan, who is standing directly under the rift. Leliana has chosen to stay with him. Tactically its his best chance, giving him time to focus. The part of her that helped to end the blight ten years ago figures it also doesn't hurt that he is deceptively armed quite well for wearing such light armor, so if need be she can always borrow a few of his arrows, or maybe a blade, she's counted at least four.

Looking to Cassandra, Leliana nods her ready, and when the Seeker returns it, she taps Etrigan lightly twice at the base of his neck with her bow. The Ranger takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, and lifts his left arm towards the rift, palm out. When he feel the spark of energy, he pours all of his will into demanding the mark to open the rift. He doesn't open them again or lower his arm until he feels the shift in the air and the crackle of raw power around him.

Cassandra shouts, "Now!"

As he glances around quickly he sees the archers and Varric taking on the wraiths and the soldiers going two against one on the shades. Drawing his short swords, he flanks behind Leliana to give her easier access to his quivers, a silent thanks for her protection till this point. A loud crash catches his attention and he finds himself facing the largest pride demon he has ever seen. His shock ends quickly as the beast roars, showing rows of teeth, sharp as blades, the light glittering off of them just the same. Etrigan had to dive into a roll as the demon raised one of its massive spiked legs and slammed it back down. He feels it connect where his side meets his lower back regardless, thanking the Maker 'That would have ended me had I been closer to it.'

Glancing back, he sees the blighted thing is chasing him, "No! Absolutely not! I refuse to die being flattened by a creature that looks suspiciously like my siblings' Aunt Agatha!" He hadn't realized he had spoken aloud until he heard Leliana's chuckle. He flashes her a small smile in spite of himself, regaining his focus quickly upon hearing Cassandra shouting orders, "We must strip its defenses. Wear it down!"

Leliana takes a chance to glance back at Etrigan, hand out for one of his quivers, and as he hands it to her she yells back to him, "Quickly, disrupt the rift!" taking the arrows and adding another volley into the fight. He flanks back behind her for better cover and shoots his hand up, willing the flow of power from the rift to break if even for a moment. The pride demon drops to a knee, and Cassandra notices the weakness, "The demon is vulnerable. Now!" The archers take out the smaller demons while those with blades focus their energy on the massive beast.

Etrigan darts around the fighting in case he needs to disrupt the rift again, attracting attention from overwhelmed soldiers where he can. Behind him, Varric yells out a warning for the archers in sniper positions, "More coming through!" as half a dozen shades come out of the rift, but the archers were ready and ended the lesser demons before they could attack the others. Etrigan has moved back to the rift, and a slight pressure at his back has him turning. His impression of Leliana decidedly higher as she took his short swords from his back, he's sure now the slight pressure was her giving him notice.

He draws his bow and stands ready as the former Bard makes her way to the Seeker and watches in awe as the Hands of The Divine work flawlessly to end the pride demon. He turns to do a fast head count and scout for any lingering danger. The pressure just as light as before, he knows his swords are back. Closing himself off from any other thoughts, he aims the mark back at the rift as Leliana's voice with its light Orlesian accent floats up to just behind his right ear, "Now Etrigan! Seal the rift!"

He has to use his right hand to help keep his left steady as he feels more power flow between the mark and the rift than any of the others he's been able to dispatch so far. Feeling himself falter, something is at his back, solid yet it gives way a bit. A small smile graces his lips as he looks to Leliana and hears Cassandra yell from somewhere else, "Do it!"

His vision clouded, he can't help a poor excuse at flirting, "This is twice now, Nightingale, that you've caught me and I've not yet managed once."

Back in Haven, another loud crash in as many days terrifies the townspeople as they look to the sky, but the doom never comes. Instead they see only a flash of light where the Temple used to stand. In the temple however, the flash is near blinding. Etrigan tries to ask Leliana if she is hurt when he hears her call to Cassandra for help. At least he's pretty sure he heard her, and he thinks he tried to ask, but no words come. Leliana's hands are at his back under his arms and Cassandra's at his chest as his world spins. They only just catch him and lower him gently to the ground as Varric says his name. His last thought as the pain dies, "Maker, not again," and darkness claims him once more.

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Temple Ruins

Leliana moves to the Ranger and slides his unique and clearly well-loved blades back to their sheaths at his back, leaning in, her head almost resting on his right shoulder. "Now, Etrigan! Seal the rift!"

His hand is held up, his mark flaming to life with magic of unknown source pouring both out of and into him. She sees him stagger and grab his arm with his free hand, and braces herself against him to help hold him up and smirks at his terrible pickup line, "This is twice now, Nightingale, that you've caught me and I've not yet managed once."

'Cheeky boy..' She shields her eyes from the flash of light that erupts when the rift seals, just in time it would seem as he is no longer staggering but falling forward. She grabs at the gap in his armor under his arms, calling out to the Seeker. "Cassandra, quickly!" Looking back at him, she sees a look of confusion and concern on his face. As Cassandra catches him and braces his chest to keep him from lurching forward, it looks like he's attempting to speak. Leliana does her best to soothe his worry, "Shh, it's alright. It's over for now. Just rest."

They lower him to the ground and Leliana moves around Cassandra, starting to remove his armor as soon as possible. She felt the dent in his lower right flank, and thinking back to when he dove and rolled under the pride demon, she knows how he was injured. Once his chest plate is off, his breathing is no longer as labored.

Cassandra takes her dagger and cuts through his shirt to check for wounds. What the women see stalls their motions a moment. They know his age, yet his scars tell a much different story- the worst of which is a long and jagged monstrosity that starts at his right shoulder just above his bicep, slicing across and down his chest, almost reaching his left hip. Both can tell this was his first. All his other scars layer upon this one.

Cassandra has gathered his armor, and she wonders if their blacksmith can repair the damaged plate without destroying them. Truly, she wonders what type of material the armor is even made of. It's some of the finest work she has ever seen. Perhaps she can look into recruiting the original craftsman to make pieces for the senior members of their endeavor. She hears Leliana call out to the only mage they have with them, "Solas, quickly, he lives!"

The elf moves swiftly. "My knowledge of healing magic is limited, but I will do what I can."

Leliana removes Etrigan's helmet, then tears material from her cowl to clean the wounds on his head, where the large gashes from the explosion have reopened. "We have healers and surgeons at Haven. We just need him stable enough to make the journey." She raises her head, turning her gaze to call for a stretcher, but sees the rangers all dumping their packs and beginning to tie their bows together. Four of them soon come in, each hauling a stout tree limb. The Hands of The Divine watch in fasination as the rangers lay out the tree limbs with practiced precision, then tie on the planks made of bows, followed by several tents folded just so, and finally a dozen bed rolls, the last open and waiting for its cargo.

Leliana looks back down at the Ranger Commander and stares at the ring and medallion as they rise and fall in a subtle fashion on his chest. She can't help the flood of memories that take her back to another man facing insurmountable odds, death at hand as his head lays cradled in her lap.

Solas gives the OK and the rangers gently move their leader to the stretcher. Leliana bolts up and in her rush to leave Cassandra almost misses her parting words, "I will make for Haven to alert the healers to be ready."

The Seeker knows the other woman heard her reply though, "Have accomodations prepared. Etrigan Trevelyan is no longer our prisoner."

Haven

Cassandra was tired. That was the simple version, but the honest version was she was so exhausted that it seeped into her very core. It was night fall when they made it back to the village. If anyone ever asks her opinion of the Rangers of the Free Marches, she will gladly tell them she has never had the honor of meeting a finer company. Her own soldiers, she decided, were also of superior stock. She had dismissed them at the Temple but was pleased to see they instead surrounded the Rangers, taking Honor Guard positions as they offered several times to give respite to the battle weary Marchers, but their reply was always the same- a polite refusal, offering only, "Our Brother, our Commander, our burden to bare."

Waiting for them at the gate was an impeccably dressed woman holding a note board with a lit candle and ink pot at its top and several pieces of parchment attached. No introductions were made, but the woman started directing the flow as soon as she saw the weary travelers. "All arrangements have been made for Lord Trevelyan. Commander Cullen offered the bed from his quarters and has returned to the tent barracks with the soldiers. Sister Leliana has asked that nothing be sent to his family until more is known of his condition," turning to the rangers, "The cabins on either side have been set aside for your use. It was assumed you would wish to stay near your Commander."

Stitch stepped up to speak for the Rangers, "2nd Commander Faren Thatchersen mi'Lady," introducing himself with a slight bow, "We'll hold up well enough, worry not on us." A soft groan had him looking at his long time friend, "We are in service to Lady Nightingale. Should the worst befall him, I would ask her leave to notify his Father personally."

Cassandra takes her leave, needing to remove the day from her person. As much as she despises Roderick, he is in fact right. If Etrigan takes a turn, his death is on her head. She cannot allow herself to dwell on these things. Heading into the Chantry, she takes a knee at the statue of Andraste, sending up a soft prayer for Etrigan's hasty recovery. As she stands, she notices that the chamber Cullen used to sleep in has been converted into an office, most likely for the ambassador that Leliana has recruited. Turning right, she enters the room she shares with the former Bard, seeing a third bed has been brought in, presumably for the ambassador as well. As she removes her armor and changes into her night clothes she watches Leliana's bed. She knows that's where her friend is, and she knows she isn't really sleeping, but just as Leliana didnt push her to talk after the explosion, she will not push now. They will speak to each other when they are ready. Once she is ready she digs through her things to find the book she has been trying to read for months now, and settles into her bed. Opening the book, she flips through until she finds the last part she remembers reading, willing herself to get lost in the story, hoping that the morning will have brought her rest and good news.

There is something to be said for a good night's rest. Leliana however couldn't say one way or the other about that. She is fairly certain she hasn't had a full night of restful sleep since before she left the Lothering Cloister eleven years ago. She feigned sleep when Cassandra came in. She knew the Seeker could see through it, but loved her dearly for not attempting to speak. A few hours later, Josephine came in and quietly cried herself to sleep. Leliana hated having to tell her friend about Etrigan getting hurt. At this point in her life though, it's just one more regret added to a list of many. Getting out of her bed, Leliana decided against her light armor for now lest she wake the other two women up.

She silently crept from the room and out of the Chantry, needing the cold night air to clear her mind. She had no real plan as she wandered the village, but she isnt really that surprised when she ends up at Etrigan's cabin and she sneaks past his guard. The healers removed the shreds of his shirt and while she saw his scars at the Temple, it's the tattoos on his arms that grab her attention. His left bicep has a particular design belonging to a Dalish clan that was near Ostagar during the blight. Then again, she had heard one of their number was currently living in Kirkwall's alienage so... His right forearm has the markings of a clan of surface Dwarves that fled Lothering the same time she did.

Her years of working with Cassandra have taught her a lot about learning people just from observing them. The prone man's skin tone tells her he is only half Marcher- too tanned to be from Kirkwall like Varric, not tanned enough to be Antivan or farther west. Even his name sounds like it should be a clue to his origins. The medallion he wears has a sword etched into it that she is fairly certain is the exact weapon she used to tell the children of Lothering stories about. Still though, it's the scars that capture her interest above all else. She too has more than her fair share, but being set up as a traitor and left for dead will do that. The largest of his scars she knows beyond reason was his first. She knew that in the Temple. It's jagged in places as though the person that inflicted it upon him had no knowledge of how to hold a blade. If Leliana had to guess, judging by the deep groove, she would say it was a great sword that had caused it. Her report places his age at 27, her own range in age from her 19th yr to the blight. This massive wound looks roughly the same age as her oldest scars, but who would dare to take a great sword to the chest of a small boy? And a Noble's son at that?

She wonders if he possesses the same shame she does in anyone seeing them. Even when she was with the Warden, she never let her former lover see the scars. Once she knows Josephine is calmer she will have to ask about his family. She remembers seeing him at Justinia's reception the evening of the explosion. Then, he was clean shaven and his face didn't have the wounds it does now. She smiles slightly at the memory of feeling flattered by his tripping over himself because he was watching her instead of where he was going. She thought he was just a boy then, but now, a fortnight later, he looks his age with the day's stubble growth and the inevitable scarring. Her more fashionable side notes he needs a haircut, and from more than a hand mirror and dagger with awkward angles.

On her wandering she had stopped at the Quartermaster and snagged a few armfuls of arrows, so she begins to busy herself by refilling his quivers. That done, she used the scraps of his shirt and the water basin next to him and cleaned his blades. Her next task was to find some parchment to make a list of things he would need when he woke up. She spoke out loud as she made her list. It was a bad habit she picked up while with the Warden, trying and often failing to get him to talk with her. The older she gets, the more she wonders what she ever saw in him...

"A new shirt is a definite must," She looks to the unconcious man, "We'll get Josie to tell us your required measurements,no?" Shaking her head with a chuckle, "At least you have a reason to ignore my attempts at conversation." Seeing his breeches laying near the fireplace, "Might as well get a new pair as well, and perhaps a new coat since your Rangers shredded yours to make your stretcher." She makes a few more notes on her list, then as quietly as she got in she leaves, taking the excess arrows with her and back to the Quartermaster.

Her next stop is to the Blacksmith where Cassandra dropped Etrigan's armor off to be repaired. Finding the unique armor on a stand, she shrugs and takes both back to his cabin, setting it all up between the bed and the fireplace. As the sun started to rise, she made one more trip out of the cabin, this time to the Chantry kitchens. She made two plates of warm sweet breads and fresh fruits, leaving a note asking the kitchen staff to deliver a pot of tea to the Ambassador's office, where she dropped off one of the plates. The other she took back to Etrigan's cabin, leaving it at the small table along with a note for Cassandra, knowing the other woman would be coming here rather than to any form of morning meal. Hearing the door start to open, she shimmied out the window, leaving no trace of her presence. She stayed to the early morning shadows to get to the tent she had claimed as her work space, sorting through the messages left overnight into the piles of who they are most useful to and distributing them accordingly.

Cassandra wakes to an empty room. Dressing in training leathers rather than her full armor, she goes to the chamber they have been using as their war room and gathers piles of messages Leliana has left for her, along with requisition forms and various other reports that need her attention. She also grabs a sealed ink pot and a quill and heads for Etrigan's cabin so that his defenders can get some much needed rest and a hot meal. Taking the long way around, she stops at the tavern where a variety of breads have just come out of the oven. The Seeker gathers a few loaves and some dried meats, pulling some coins from her coat to pay for the foods she was getting for the Rangers. The barmaid refused to accept payment telling Cassandra, "Its my honor to feed the defenders of the Herald of Andraste."

Knowing that could be useful to them, she thanked the girl and went on her way. Along the path she was relieved of her burden by one of the Rangers, the unit grateful for her efforts. She enters the cabin and has to laugh. "Of course she was here."

The Ranger Commander's armor is on a stand near his bed, repaired and shined. His weapons are hanging from a chair, cleaned, and his quivers refilled. But the thing that made her laugh was the small table set under the one window in the cabin, with a plate of sweet breads and fruits along with a note from Leliana.

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You will need to eat if you plan to keep vigil

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Cassandra got her work set up at the table, leaving for a moment to get some tea for herself. After she sets to work her vigil is only interrupted once, by the woman from last night, who she learns is Lady Josephine Montilyet, their new Ambassador and childhood friend of Etrigan.

Josephine shares that the two met at her 9th birthday party and again at his, and had been friends ever since. They had not seen much of each other since she left for for school in Orlais at 15, but they stayed in touch as best they could by writing letters, often just missing actually being able to see each other by hours.

Cassandra tells the younger woman the story of how her opinion of his guilt changed, sharing that he scavenged herbs for healers and stopped to either pray with the wounded and scared or for the dead. "He stopped to ask absolutely everyone we passed if there was anything he could help with."

Josephine smiled, "That does sound like the sweet boy I knew. As I recall, one year, he talked his two elder brothers into giving up their birthday celebrations and petitioning their guests to aide the local farmers whose lands had been ravaged by drought and fires. Max and Gabe thought it was a wonderful idea and I had never seen Bann Victor so proud of his boys."

Cassandra could only imagine. "His Aunt was among those lost at the Conclave." She adds solemly.

The ambasador sighs, "Yes, Grand Cleric Seline, Bann Victor's only sister. When her duties allowed for it, she was like another mother to Ety. His passed when he was very young, and he once told me he has no memory of her, just her voice singing him to sleep. Seline on the other hand was a force of nature. She used to teach him lessons hidden in stories of the Chantry's history, and he hung on her every word. The clan Trevelyan has always been very connected in the Chantry. Several of his relations were among the lost as well."

Josephine stands and goes to her friend's side, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. "Maker guide you home, Ety, wherever that may be." Releasing a deep and weary sigh, the Ambassador leans in and brushes a kiss to his brow, "I lied, please be well my friend." Bidding the Seeker a peaceful day, Josephine leaves to finish writing letters to the families of their fallen soldiers.

A short while after the younger woman's departure, Cassandra is reading Leliana's report on him. She knows in her heart that her understanding of the man has changed. From what she has seen of him and what she has learned from one that has known him most of his days, there is no doubt in her mind that he is simply not capable of being her villian. She walks over to his bedside and gently lifts the Chantry ring that bears his family's crest, offering both her own prayer and a promise to his fallen kin, "This young man has devoted his life to Your work since childhood, risking death near daily for the last ten years. If this is Your will, If you have sent him to us in our darkest hour, I will be his shield. Your purpose for this man will be protected as long as I draw breath."

What Cassandra doesn't know is outside the window, another prayer is being sent up as well as another vow, this one far darker than any the Seeker would like to be aware of. She goes and rebuilds the fire, gathering her completed work, and heads out, patting Stitch on the shoulder as he passes, the rest making him look much better.

At the window, Leliana had listened to Cassandra's plea and offered her own. "Maker, you gave me visions of the blight ten years ago, and those sights led me on the path to this point. I have done dark things in your name. I will not allow harm to come to him. If Cassandra is his shield I will be his blade."

Letting herself back in through the window, she watches him sleep. She had spent the day researching that medallion. The last writings of the medallion were rumored to be owned by Andraste's daughter, Vivial, but the Chantry has no records of her. Andraste herself destroyed them. It's entirely possible it's just a symbol of his faith that he had made after listening to his Aunt's stories like Josie had said. Another bad habit of hers, nature of her job really, always looking for secrets where none lie. For now all there is to do is wait. She's already ordered the clothing items for him. She has had her agents start to encourage the 'Herald of Andraste' rumors. It may make a few people angry, but all the better to draw out the conspirators of the explosion.

She leans over Etrigan's prone form, just as Josephine did earlier, "Worry not, Ranger. Cassandra will keep you from harm, and I will bring the wrath of heaven upon any who try." She found herself wondering if he had a lover somewhere that was worried about him. Sadly for her, thoughts like that led to memories she didn't want anymore, taking her back to the worst nights of her life.

Denerim 9:35 Dragon

Leliana had been reunited with her love for days now. She had joined him in Amaranthine and they traveled to the capital to see their dear friend and Ferelden's KIng, Alistair Therin. He said he had an urgent matter for Aedan, she wanted to see Wynne again as well, and if she was perfectly honest she wanted to show off her engagement ring a little. In her bags were a collection of letters from the recently elected Divine Justinia V, the woman who saved her when she was a Bard rotting in an Orlesian prison and helped her find her faith, which led her to her Warden.

She just couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong with her love. He always walked as though the weight of all of Thedas was on his shoulders alone. Truly, this was the worst she had ever seen him. He went to the King as soon as they arrived at the palace. On her own way out to visit Wynne, she heard shouting coming from the throne room, though she couldn't make out what was being said. Walking through the Market district, she stopped by to see Arl Eamon and offer her condolences on the passsing of his wife and their infant daughter, also inquiring on his son and his studies at the Circle. Their visit brief, she promised to stop by again next she was in the city.

Meeting up with Wynne, they had tea at a lovely new cafe. Wynne, being in service to the King as Arcane Advisor, had known only that letters between the Wardens had of late been very angry, telling the younger woman, "Alistair actually yelled at Aedan last time he was here recruiting for the Wardens. I didn't hear what they were fighting about, but Alistair informed him 'if you dont speak the truth, you sodding cowardly bastard, I will.' Aedan left that night and is only here because as Chancellor of Denerim, if he is beckoned by the King he cannot refuse."

That did nothing to ease Leliana's mind, other than to tell her that this was not a recent argument, and Alistair never yells. She wasn't even sure he knew how to raise his voice.

Returning to the castle, she saw Aedan heading towards their rooms. She followed him and when they entered she stood at the door, knowing he could move her but wouldn't lest she be hurt. "Something troubles you, my Love, it pains me that I cannot help you. But I cannot try to help you unless you tell me, No?"

What he would say to her next would destroy everything she thought knew about the world, "You wanted to know how I survived the Blight. When a Grey Warden kills the Archdemon, it's meant to kill us both. The taint will kill me, unless I find the cure I seek. The night before Fort Drakkon, I was presented with another option. I had lost my family, I didn't know Fergus was alive. I sacrificed everything, Liana, every fucking thing that made me Aedan Cousland, all to die in a single campaign. It wasn't fair."

Leliana went to sit next to him on the bed,"Love, I don't understand. What are you saying?"

When he looked up her heart broke. He was crying, "I've lied to you by ommission every day since the blight ended. I was selfish because I wanted to stay with you. My actions will cost me regardless."

Confused, Leliana wondered what had he lied about. "Aedan, what are you...?" "

Morrigan offered a way out and I took it, Maker forgive me, I took it." He stands and begins pacing, "The night before the final battle you were in the library with Wynne and Zev. Alistair and I had our metting with Riordan. Duncan never told us how the Wardens end the blight, just that we are the only ones who can. Riordan told us that when the Archdemon is slain, it just jumps into the closest darkspawn and starts over. The beast can do this because darkspawn have no souls, if a Grey Warden does it, well then the Archdemon soul enters the Warden's body instead. A body can only house one soul, so both are destroyed...That's why she came with us. She and her witch of a mother knew what we faced, but I was so desperate I agreed. She proposed a ritual that would create a vessel for the Old God soul, allowing the Warden that took the killing blow to live." "

Ritual? What ritual? Will she try to harm you? Has she come back?" "

The damage is already done. Her ritual required a Grey Warden to lie with her. The union would produce a child and a beacon for the Archdemon's soul..."

I t was Leliana's turn to pace now, "Please, Aedan, tell me you didn't."

He at least had the decency to look apologetic, "Riordan wouldn't hear it, and I just made Alistair King. It had to be me. There was no other way."

She would be hurt later. Now she was just angry, "Why? Why wait five years to tell me? Did you ever plan on telling me?"

He shook his head, "No, I didn't. Alistair forced my hand. Whispers in the Frostbacks of a woman matching Morrigan's description have been floating around for months. With her is a small child, a son. My son. I mean to go after her, and take the boy. Even tainted as I am, I'd be better for him than her. I mean to depart tonight."

Anger gave way to rage. "Are you honestly listening to what you say? I look at you and I no longer see the man I love. If you had told me from the beginning...Well I can't say, because you didn't. But I can say this, If you leave tonight and go traipsing after that Witch, Aedan Cousland, I will not be here if or when you should return. I cannot continue to share you with her Aedan. I have done so for far longer than I thought I had already endured. I want to be married to you, even if the taint will claim you. I want the time we have to mean something, but now.."

She sits back on the bed before she can fall. Where her Warden would have run to her side to offer comfort, this strange man in her Love's skin just left her alone in the room, crying out the pieces of her broken heart. She is unsure when she fell asleep, but the next morning when she woke her world ended. Aedan never came to bed. Where his head should have been was only a bit of parchment. She wrote to Justinia that moment, telling her that plans had changed and she would be in Val Royeaux within the month. Next was a letter to Aedan's brother, asking if she could visit for a few days as her business in Denerim would be done by week's end. She moved her things from their room...his room in the palace and back to the rooms she took after Alistair's coronation.

As a Cleric of the Chantry, she had access to a lock box in any city she desired. Most of her travels had been in Ferelden as of late so she kept hers here in Denerim. Retrieving her box, she took the entire contents to Master Wade. He was the first to know of her new appointment. He melted down everything she gave him, fashioning a new bow and matching daggers from the drakescale armor she had not worn since the blight. He wouldn't let her pay him for his masterworks, saying it was his honor to be the blacksmith that armed the sword of The Divine. Once the weapons were done, she went back to the palace, to his room, leaving the ring he gave her next to his scripted 'I'm sorry' on his pillow. Leaving the room for the last time he would never hear her reply, "Me too."

Haven 9:41 Dragon

Shaking the memories away. She recalls he either failed or found the witch and abandoned her, too. Three years ago, Morrigan appeared as the new Arcane Advisor to the Empress of Orlais, and Leliana kept tabs on her and the boy. Aedan had become a decent Bard, even taking the name 'Dark Wolf' so she knows he found out she went to Orlais, but there have been no sightings of him in over a year.

Looking at the man on the bed as he lets out another soft groan, she recalls the stories Josie told her of her dear childhood friend that loved books, languages, and histories. Josie had said he always wrote her, even when he had to travel for his work. He made sure to write her just to let her know he was alive and well, that he missed his friend and thought of her often. Raised by a pious father and Grand Cleric Aunt.. "You wouldn't lie with another woman would you? If you hold my dear Josie's heart and you hurt her, I will kill you myself."

She shook herself out. Bitterness towards the Warden was effecting her temper. She needed to go..Now! Back out the window and to her workspace, tonight she will work until thoughts of sodding coward Wardens no longer plagued her mind. Almost to her space, she changed her mind.. She needed Cassandra. She turned, heading for the training yard, feeling bad for the poor training dummy that bore the brunt of the Seeker's ire.

Cassandra looks up, seeing Leliana waiting. Sheathing her sword, she nods, and Leliana begins walking, knowing that Cassandra will follow. She leads into the Chantry and down to the dungeons, knowing that since there was no longer a prisoner, there would be no guards and they could speak in peace. As soon as Cassandra shuts the door she starts, knowing from where Leliana came, "The healers say he will live, though they cannot say when he will wake."

Even with her forehead against the door, Cassandra knows the face Leliana is making. "You should be resting, Cassie."

The Seeker nods. "The same could be said for you Leli." Only when it's the two of them do they resort to the shortened names, a sign of trust between them. Cassandra moves to sit on a small bench. Leliana goes to sit next to her and Cassandra lays her head on the other woman's shoulder. "There are too many questions and no answers to be found."

Leliana gave her friend a small hug, kissing the top of her head and chuckling darkly. "I'll see your crisis of faith and raise you, the broken hearted memories of a woman I'm not sure I know how to be anymore. In the Temple I saw so many similiarities I could hardly breathe from it. For a moment I almost thought it was him."

Cassandra looks up in confusion, so Leliana decides to tell her a story. "Did I ever tell you I was here in Haven during the blight?" At Cassandra's shocked look she nods, "Oh yes, I was part of the misfit band of travel companions that journeyed with the Hero of Ferelden, before he was the Hero,even before being named Warden-Commander." She smiles, "Back then he was just 'My Aedan' and the King of Ferelden was just another Grey Warden named Alistair. We traveled here at the request of Arl Teagan, who was then Bann Teagan, younger brother of Arl Eamon. The Temple hadn't been discovered yet, it was only a myth. But still we came, if the Temple really did exist then the Urn of Sacred Ashes did as well."

"Our party had a Senior Enchanter from the Ferelden Circle, a drunken dwarf warrior, who is now a Lieutenant in the Grey Wardens, a disgraced Qunari who had lost his sword trying to find answers... I heard rumors he is the Arishok now, an elven assassin who wanted a new life and an apostate from the Kocari Wilds. Only then, Haven was inhabited by a cult that believed Andraste had returned, as a High Dragon no less. After we dispatched the cult, a few of our number wanted to kill the dragon as 'practice' for the Archdemon but Aedan as our leader put it to a vote. We did not kill the dragon, instead we crept past her sliently with a Chantry scholar named Brother Genitivi. We found him in a secret room of the Chantry being held prisoner by the cult. Once we got to the Temple we again voted as to who would go through the Temple trials. It was an easy choice- Aedan, Alistair, Wynne and...Me."

Leliana closed her eyes, smiling at the memories of a better time, even in the midst of a civil war and a blight. "We were after all the only ones in our group that even believed in the Maker and Andraste. We stepped foot in every part of the Temple. There was a spirit guardian. He was the last of a contingent of knights sworn to protect the Holy Andraste in both life and death. I'll not tell you the trials, only that at the end of it, if I had ever doubted my faith before there was no doubt when we saw the Urn."

Leliana pulled a small leather pouch from her tunic, "In this pouch is an actual part of the Blessed Prophet. We were each granted a single pinch, as a reward for our faith."

Cassandra could hardly believe it, but Leliana had never lied to her. "The Temple of Sacred Ashes," she whispered, "you are actually among those responsible for discovering Andraste's final rest?"

Leliana nods as she tucks the pouch away again, "We voted again and decided not to tell Genitivi that part, and the guardian thanked us. It ended up not mattering anyway. Once the blight was over the Urn disappeared, guarded by a league of soldiers, and she was gone. Wynne once told me that she believed the Prophet's true defenders moved her, lest others learn about us taking a piece of her with us. I went back once and asked the Guardian. He would only tell me to have faith that the Bride of the Maker was safe."

She shrugged, "Perhaps we were allowed our boon because we did not want to gain fame through her discovery. Alistair used his to bring Arl Eamon back from the edge of death, and Aedan gave his to Alistair. Wynne and I, however, kept ours, as a reminder that no matter what comes we once held tangible truth that all we believe in is true. It's a physical reminder that our faith may bend, but it will never break." Looking at Cassandra, she gives a sad smile, " but please, can we change to happier topics?"

The Seeker nods. "Perhaps it is time to discuss our private service for the Divine..." The pair spend the next several hours into dawn making plans, going to bed just after daybreak, hearts feeling lighter.

They had agreed to meet after the evening meal in the war room. Cassandra had invited Cullen as the Divine had met the man and was fond of his dedication even after all he had suffered. Leliana invited Josephine, having introduced her to Justinia a multitude of times. The four each lit a candle and recited a verse from the Chant for the departed, each offering a silent prayer for something on the turmoil to come. Cassandra prayed for guidance, Cullen, a miracle, Josephine prayed for peace and Leliana prayed for hope...Maybe this night the Maker once again listened to his children, without them knowing in a few short hours, for good or ill, their prayers had been answered.

Chapter Text

Etrigan tried to open his eyes and pain shot through his entire body. 'If this is death, then Aunt Seline lied. Everything fucking hurts!' That thought triggered one of his brother Max's lessons in his mind.

"Pain is how you know you're alive, Little Brother, now get up and try again."

"But Max it hurts."

" Of course it hurts, Ety, failure and sometimes even success ends in pain. Now. Get. Up. And. Try. Again!"

This time when he tries to open his eyes it works and he slams them shut again, groaning at the bright light. A startled gasp has him sitting up and coming face to face with a young elven woman, who has dropped the box she was carrying. "Oh! I didnt know you were awake I swear."

The woman dropped to her knees, making him feel really weird. "Dont worry about it. I only..."

The woman bowed, her head touching the floor, "I beg your forgiveness and your blessing. I am but a humble servant."

Etrigan was confused. "Is this this another prison?"

Sadly, so was the elven woman "I...No? I mean I don't think so."

He was starting to get a headache, "Then where am I?"

Poor thing started to ramble. "You're back in Haven, my Lord. They say you saved us. The breach stopped growing, just like the mark on your hand. It's all anyone has talked about for the last three days!"

Now Etrigan was really confused, "So you're saying...They're happy with me?"

"I'm only saying what I heard. I don't mean anything by it." The elven woman slowly stood and backed towards the door, clearly afraid she had done something wrong. "I'm sure Lady Cassandra will want to know you've wakened. She said 'At once.'"

He tried talking slowly, as one would a wounded animal, "And where is she?"

"In the Chantry with the Lord Chancellor.' At once' she said." She quickly turns and flees the cabin as Etrigan swings his legs over the bedside.

"Oh ow, OK not so fast." He warns himself while looking down to take stock of his injuries. Reaching a hand up to run through his hair, he feels a bandage wrapped around his head. "Well that explains the dizziness." Slowly he starts to look for his clothes, or at least his pants since the healers left him in only his small clothes.

As he begins his search in earnest, the door to the cabin opens, and Stitch walks in laughing at him, "Maker Ety, you terrified that poor elven girl." He says as he tosses a satchel at his friend.

"I wasn't trying to, I only asked what happened." Etrigan opens the satchel and reaches in, finding clothes, but raises a brow at the other man who holds his hands up in surrender.

"Don't look at me, Sister Leliana delivered the bag yesterday, said it was things you would need when you woke up, all I did was agree to make sure you got it."

Sitting on the bed, Etrigan scratches the back of his neck and yawns several times, "Only man on Thedas that can apparently sleep for three days and still be tired." Looking around the cabin, he sees his armor has been cleaned and the dent from the pride demon fixed, as well as a couple of new additions-- a new cloak with a latch made to look like the same seal Sister Leliana wears on hers, and on his left arm plate the seal of the Seekers of Truth. He pulls the clothing from the bag to get dressed, throwing the black tunic over his head, then slipping his legs into breeches made of what has to be the most sinfully soft leather he has ever felt he thinks 'Leliana has fines tastes, definitely Orlesian,' greatful for the soft material as he stands to pull the waist over his very bruised hips. He adjusts the tunic to get his arms in the sleeves and notes it's loose but fits his build. Reaching into the bag again, he finds a pair of woolen socks and new boots, as well as a sleeveless leather Rangers coat in the same shade of green as his father's crest.

Seeing the coat, Stitch let out a low whistle, "Figures the Sister has seen battle, that looks like its been made to fit over armor."

Ety nodded, "It is, my brother once told me that sneak thieves prefer the sleeveless versions for better range of movement in their arms and," he opened the coat to show the multitude of interior pockets, "twice as many pockets."

Stitch nods with a small hum of agreement, "Speaking of Sister Leliana, she forbid any communication with your family until you woke."

Confusion was still evident on Etrigan's face. "So...Three days?" he asked, rubbing his chin, thinking someone did a fine job cleaning him up, "What happened while I was gone?"

Stitch smiles and regales his friend with a tale, starting the moment he passed out at the Temple ruins, sparing no detail in the Chancellor's seething over Seeker Cassandra 'releasing' him as a prisoner, or how both the Seeker and the Sister took turns spending hours watching over him as well as some Antivan woman he thought the others called their Ambassador. Reaching into his own coat, he gave Etrigan a small leather book and a piece of graphite wrapped in twine.

While Stitch told his tale, Etrigan took notes in the journal. Afterwards he had to ask, "So how many did I add to my collection?"

Stitch laughed, "Three, and all on your face, but don't worry it adds to that whole 'Tortured Rogue Noble' thing you have going for you," his tone turning serious, "there's something else, Ety, me and the boys have been keeping the locals at bay. The soldiers with us at the Temple were the same ones that found you after the explosion. They watched you live when you should have died. Twice. Between that and the mark, there have been whispers about you being chosen by the Maker himself to right the world, and that maybe the woman behind you in the rift was Andraste, blessing you and protecting you from harm, choosing you to be her champion."

"What?"

"They are calling you the Herald of Andraste."

Etrigan rubs his temples 'yea, definietly getting a headache.' Thinking a moment, he pulls his Aunt's ring from his shirt, "If Father were here, he would tell me 'It's not ours to question the will of the Maker, if this is His demand, you are honor bound to see it through'. If Aunt Seline were here she'd say it was the most blasphemous thing she had ever heard." Pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath to center himself, "So I hear the Seeker is in the Chantry. Father did teach me to never keep a Lady waiting."

As the pair exit the cabin, Stitch takes point while two of their captains flank Etrigan. He recognizes the pattern for protecting high profile targets, and when he looks up he sees why. Soldiers line either side of the path leading to or from the cabin, all standing at full attention, saluting when they see him. Moving deeper into the village, there are more people lining the paths, soldiers saluting, citizens dropping to their knees and clergy praying, but its the faceless whispers that reach him, the echoing voices that give him pause.

"That's him, that's the Herald of Andraste. They say when he came out of the fade Andraste herself was guiding him."

"Hush! We shouldn't disturb him."

"Why did Lady Cassandra have him in chains? I thought the Seekers knew everything."

"It's complicated. We were all frightened after the explosion."

"It's not complicated. The Maker chose him. Maker be with you Herald."

"Blessing upon you, Herald of Andraste."

"Walk safely Herald of Andraste."

His mind spinning and headache in full force, he doesn't think to stop the Chantry Sisters from taking his hands and leading him inside, instead giving into muscle memory and dropping to one knee and bowing his head before the statue of Andraste holding the eternal flame as they pray over him. He hears his Mother's voice. "Hope is the most dangerous weapon in all the world, my little love, and only the strongest may wield it."

Then he is sure he suffered a head injury because for a moment he's pretty sure he just saw his Mother, calmly leaning against the base of the statue, smiling at him. Standing, he asks where he can find the Seeker. The Sisters sigh and point him down the great hall, so he asks a couple of guards nearby. Laughing, they tell him to "follow the yelling." He does and soon is standing before a large door guarded by two sentries in blue steel armor. He kneels before them and announces himself, "Forgive my intrusion Knights-Divine, but I believe Seeker Cassandra is expecting me." He stands as they lead him to an ante chamber where he overhears a discussion between a few clerics.

"Chancellor Roderick says the Chantry wants nothing to do with us."

"That's not his decision Sister."

"Most of the Grand Clerics died at the Conclave, who will lead us now?"

"Andraste was alone and she did just fine."

"You expect us to be like Andraste?"

"Someone must, go in peace Herald."

"Maker guide you."

Another deep breath and Etrigan recalls one of his Aunt's favorite lessons. "Symbols are but the foundation, Child, the book of the Chant? A symbol, these staues? A symbol, even the very Chantry itself is a symbol of past changes. It's the men and women that built them that were the tools of the change they represent, Boy. The Maker will show you the way, that is the precipice of change. Your actions to do his work, that is how the change happens."

The Knights-Divine lead him to another door where he does indeed hear raucous yelling, "Have you gone completely mad? He should be taken to Val Royeaux immediately to be tried by whoever becomes Divine!"

'Ah the pompous ass is here.' he thinks darkly.

Then he hears the Seeker, "I do not believe he is guilty."

"The prisoner failed, Seeker. The breach remains, for all you know, he intended it this way."

"I do not believe that."

"That's not for you to decide. Your duty is to the Chantry."

"My duty is to serve the principles on which the Chantry was founded, Chancellor. As is yours."

Hearing enough, Etrigan opens the doors, the Knights guarding while Roderick and Cassandra argue. Upon seeing him enter, the Chancellor changes tactics. "Chain him. I want him prepared for travel to the capitol for trial."

Etrigan wasn't sure if he was going to hit him or just mouth off until another voice chimed in, "Disregard that and leave us." His head shoots to the shadows, 'I didn't know she was here, then again of course I wouldn't.' The guards salute and leave.

Roderick turns his ire back on Cassandra, "You walk a dangerous line Seeker."

"The breach is stable but it is still a threat and I will not ignore it."

Etrigan steps up, "I did everything I could to close it. It almost killed me."

Roderick crosses his arms over his chest, puffing up in his smugness, "Yet you live. Rather convienent, in sofar as you're concerned."

Cassandra's voice takes a dark edge as the two men continue to stare each other down, "Have a care Chancellor, the breach isn't the only threat we face."

Etrigan seriously considers punching that rather pleased smirk off Roderick's face before looking at the Seeker, "So I'm still your suspect? Even after what we saw?"

Roderick jumps at the opening. "You absolutely are."

Cassandra confronts the Chancellor, leaving no room for debate. "No. He is not."

Leliana comes to stand next to Etrigan, and he fights to school his features. 'Now is not the time for this battle.' He focuses instead on his distaste for a man his Aunt often described as "a professional bootlicker" when Leliana speaks, "Someone was behind the explosion at the Conclave. Someone Most Holy did not expect. Perhaps they died with the others, or have allies that yet live."

Etrigan almost laughs at the offended shock on Roderick's face when he addresses Leliana, "I am a suspect?"

"You and many others."

"But not the prisoner."

Leliana takes a slight step forward. "I heard the voices at the the Temple. The Divine called to him for help."

Wisely, Roderick took a step back, "So his survival? That thing on his hand? All coincidence?"

Cassandra, who had been silent, steps in, "Providence. The Maker sent him to us in our darkest hour."

Etrigan doesn't bother to hide his shock, "So you've changed your mind about me?"

"I was wrong. Perhaps I still am. I will not however pretend you were not exactly what we needed when we needed it."

Etrigan closes his eyes, "Though all before me is shadow, yet shall the Maker be my guide."

Cassandra finishes her explanation, "We lost everything, then out of nowhere, you came."

Leliana places a hand on Etrigan's shoulder to get his attention, "The breach remains and your mark is our only hope of closing it."

Roderick chose that moment to remind them he was in fact still there, "This is not for you to decide."

Cassandra steps away and comes back, slamming a large latched book on the table. Laying her hand on the book, she glares at Roderick, "Do you know what this is, Chancellor? A writ from the Divine, granting us the authority to act. As of this moment, I declare the Inquisition reborn." She backs him into a wall, poking him as she continues, "We will close the breach. We will find those responsible. And we will restore order. With or without your approval."

Roderick raises his hands in resignation, storming out of the room, leaving Cassandra to pace. Leliana lays her hand on the tome, "This is the Divine's directive. Rebuild the Inquisition of old, find those who will stand against the chaos." She turns to Cassandra, "We aren't ready. We have no leader, no numbers and now, no Chantry support."

"But we must act now," Cassandra stops pacing and turns to Etrigan, "With you at our side."

He looks at the book, then at Leliana, "When I woke up, I certainly didn't picture this."

Leliana gives him a small grin, "Neither did we."

"If you are truly trying to restore order..."

"That is the plan."

Cassandra steps towards him, arm outstretched, "Help us fix this before it's too late."

He looks at both women and hesitates only a moment, again recalling his Aunt's lessons on change, before grabbing Cassandra's hand and shaking it. "Alright, Seeker, you've got me. By week's end you'll have the whole of the Rangers of the Free Marches."

The next several hours went by in a blur. Etrigan went and briefed Stitch on their new job and the Commanders wrote letters to all in their company, giving each man a choice to join the Inquisition or go home with no ill will should they chose to leave. If they chose to stay on, then their orders were to report to Haven as soon as possible. By first light, they had all the replies and Etrigan prepared a roster list for Cassandra compiling names, ranks, field names and specializations of every member of the Rangers. The officers were all in Haven already with about a dozen soldiers that signed up readily, but they had a few reserve units in Ferelden and Orlais to hear back from, all totaled, two Commanders, four Captains and forty-eight soldiers.

In the Chantry while the Rangers made their lists, Cassandra and Leliana brought Cullen and Josephine up to speed on what had happened. Together the four penned the official proclamations declaring the Inquisition. Leliana left to send messages to the leaders of both the Mages and the Templars, offering the Inquisition as a neutral party should they want to try peace talks again. Josephine leapt into her role as Ambassador, feverishly writing to potential allies all over Thedas. Cullen went to post the proclamations around the village and even a copy on the Chantry doors. Cassandra walked the village after watching training drills that now included the Rangers as they arrived, soldiers stopping their tasks to salute as she passed on her way to the Chantry. At the steps were assembled the ranking officers that would make the War Council of the Inquisition. As the banner dropped over the Chantry, they made sure everyone could see them, then broke to get some much needed rest. In the coming days the real work would begin

Since coming to Haven, just saying his dreams were strange would be a vast understatement for Etrigan, so he was actually quite relieved to be woken up at first light by a messenger with a stack of letters for him. Having only just returned himself from seeking out the Ranger reserves, Stitch stayed behind offering the maps Rangers used and possible contacts. He was quite pleased with his results. Of his four dozen members only eight declined the offer to join up. He wished them well and good fortune in their endeavors, then headed back. Pulling his lists out, he updated the recruits and declines, still smiling through his yawns as he thought back to his return to the village two day prior.

Riding up on his borrowed horse, Etrigan sees Leliana and Cassandra waiting for him, "If both of you are here, then I must have done something really bad."

The Seeker scared him when she actually laughed, "Normally I'd agree with you, but no, we have a bit of a surprise for you."

"For me? You shouldn't have."

Leliana grinned at him, and he really didn't want to think about the knots in his chest that happened every time she did, "Well it's just something we had lying around in the Ambassador's office."

The Ladies walk him to his cabin and point to the door. He gives them a look but goes in anyway. His shock staggers him into dropping his bags, "Josie? Maker's breath girl what are you doing here?"

"It seems we finally caught each other, Ety."

A few long strides across the room and the childhood friends are reunited, Josephine screaming as Etrigan picks her up and spins her, "Put me down you brute!"

He puts her back on her feet but hugs her tighter, "You wound with your words but you're still my best friend so I forgive you."

The four had their evening meal in his cabin that night, sharing stories of their travels and intrigues after explaining exactly how Joesphine and Etrigan met and how they were almost related.

Spending all day yesterday catching up with Josie was exactly what he needed. He truly loved her as his sister, even though she teased him mercilessly when he admitted to finding Leliana both captivating and terrifying. While he traveled he had written to everyone in his family except his father about the explosion. Telling them he was deeply sorry for the loss, and vowing to stay with the Inquisition and until answers and justice were found. For his brothers and eldest sister he included a small personal note, for his youngest sister he offered nothing, instead asking Josie to write it or have someone else do it, leaving the room soon after. Once Josephine explained that there was a great deal of animosity between the siblings, though she didnt know the cause, only that neither would discuss it, Leliana offered to write the letter for him. Also waiting for him was more of the clothing Leliana had gotten him when he first woke up after the Temple. He had mentioned off handedly that he liked it, only wishing it came in sleeveless as well. After his first trip out a box with several colors, both with and without sleeves, was sitting on his bed. Sadly, as he got dressed for the day, he realized it was the first time in his life he could honestly say he had more than two friends. Kicking Stitch as he went about getting ready, the other man got up and around as well. This morning was going to be their first war council. They had to wait until replies to their many letters and recruitment trips came back before they could begin to proceed with making any plans.

Etrigan left for the Chantry early, as was his habit since age 12. He wanted a few moments of peace before his day really began. As he had done every morning since writing to his family, he stepped into the Chantry, moving to one of the smaller statues. The Sisters called it 'his statue' and no longer removed the candles, one for every memeber of his family lost at the Conclave, and every day he came in at dawn and lit all twenty one candles. When he was finished he turned to head for the war room and saw Leliana waiting for him. His new habit, however, is either touching or staring at the mark on his hand.

"Does it trouble you?"

He shrugs, "If it wasn't enough to close the breach what use is it?"

"You did everything we asked of you."

"And it didn't work."

"What's important is that your mark is stable, as is the breach. You've given us time and Solas believes that a second attempt might succeed..provided the mark has more power. The same level used to open it in the first place. That is not easy to come by."

"What harm could there possibly be in powering up something we barely understand?"

Leliana chuckles lightly, "And to think, I call Cassandra a pessimist."

They both smile and head into the war room. Cassandra is already there, "Leliana had briefed you?"

Etrigan nods, "Oh yea, we're at war with forces unknown and you clearly have something in mind."

"We do."

He waits until she looks up at him so she can see he's only half serious, "Yes, I've seen the plans, piss off the big bad while dangling me as bait and hope it doesn't eat me. Sounds like fun."

The Seeker laughs at him, "Hold on to that sense of humor."

Stitch comes in with Josephine and a man Etrigan remembers from the valley. They all take a place around a large table where a map has been set up with several key points marked. Etrigan is in the center with his back to the door, Cassandra is to his left, Stitch to his right. Across from him is the warrior from the valley. Leliana is across from Cassandra and Josephine, holding her ever present note board, is opposite Stitch, who is also acting as scribe for the council sessions. Etrigan pulls out his pocket journal, and now that everyone is here Cassandra starts, "We've all met informally but may I present Cullen Rutherford, Commander of the Inquisition's forces."

Cullen bows his head slightly and offers his report, "Such as they are, we've lost a great deal in the valley and I fear we will lose many more before this is over."

Etrigan scribbled a few notes into his journal, then looked to Cassandra again, "Lady Joesphine Montilyet, our Ambassador and Chief Diplomat," Josephine gave a quick nod and Cassandra continued,

"And of course you know Sister Leliana."

The woman in question offers a slight bow, "My position here requires a certain degree of..."

She is cut off by the Seeker, "She is our Spymaster."

"Yes," Leliana rolls her eyes, "tactfully put, Cassandra. It's been mentioned that the mark needs more power," Leliana points to Redcliffe on the map, "Which is why we must approach the rebel mages for help."

Cullen chooses Therinfall Redoubt on the map, "I disagree, the Templars could serve just as well."

"We need power Commander. Enough magic poured into that mark-"

"Could destroy us all. The Templars could suppress the breach, weaken it so-"

"Pure speculation."

"I was a Templar. I know what they're capable of."

Josephine diffuses the moment by voicing the real issue, "Unfortunately, neither group will even speak to us yet. The Chantry has denounced the Inquisition, you specifically Etrigan."
He leans against the table, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Well that was fast, from mass murderer to heretic in less than a month."

Cullen's grip on his sword tightens, "Shouldnt they be arguing over who will be the next divine?"

Ignoring him, Josephine continues, "Some are calling you the Herald of Andraste and that frightens the Chantry. The remaining Clerics have decreed it blasphemy and we heretics for harboring you."

Etrigan is pretty sure he's going to punch a certain boot licking, pompous, self-important horse's ass but Cassandra givies it voice, "Roderick's doing no doubt."

Josephine nods," It limits our options. Approaching the mages or the templars for help is currently out of the question."

Knowing he'll be expected to make a contribution soon but wanting to review his options, Etrigan makes a suggestion, "Why don't we break here for now, so that cooler heads may yet prevail?" With a playful smirk he adds, "and as I've only eaten a handful of times in the last few weeks, this map and the Commander's sword are looking like quite the snack."

Everyone laughed, then Leliana asks when they should reconvene. "Why not for the evening meal? That way we can all complete our tasks for the day and we can reassess our emergent needs?" With everyone in agreement, the council splits to complete their duties and make notes for their working meal later.

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Just after sundown, Etrigan had received word that the working meal with the council would be held in the tavern at nightfall. He was quite pleased with himself for his progress for the day. He had spent time in the Chantry library researching what they knew so far about the conflicts they planned to take on, and had made notes in his journal on various points he wanted to bring up or questions he wanted to ask, as well as assignment recommendations for the Rangers. Finally, he made his way back to the cabin to make another futile attempt to write his father.

 A knock at his door, "Come." Thinking it was either Stitch or Josie, he bawled up another piece of parchment and threw it in the general direction of the fire.

"What is all this?"

He froze at the melodious Orlesian accent and looked into the eyes that haunt his dreams of late. "A spoiled Lordling's poor attempt at writing a letter. "Father sorry your only sister and I were blown up. She died but bright side I'm still alive and you've twenty-one less birthdays to remember.' " He shook his head, "I apologize, that was uncalled for. After I was sent to live with my father, he and I have always enjoyed a close relationship built on blunt honesty, shared faith and mutual interests."He sighs, "For the first time ever, I'm finding writing him difficult."

Leliana had busied herself cleaning up a bit of his fire hazard, "It's all right, your troubles are quite understandable. Perhaps you should stop for now and let things happen naturally. The words will come to you when you are ready."

Tossing his quill on the table and capping the ink "What an excellent suggestion," he runs a tired hand through his hair, making a mental note to get it cut, "to what do I owe the pleasure of you company thins evening, Spymaster?"

Leliana gives him a playful glare at his use title, "I wondered if you would care to walk with me to our meeting? Josie always spoke fondly of you, and while I know of the deeds of 'Ranger Commander Etrigan', I find I know precious little of the man behind him, and wish to correct that mistake in a non professional capacity."

Standing to stretch the kinks from his back, he flashed her his boyish grin, "Why mi'Lady, it would be my honor." He finishes with a purposely dramatic low bow, gaining him a giggle from the Spymaster, grabbing his coat a thought comes to him, "I've meant to say thank you."

"Oh, whatever for?" "Josie informs me I have you to thank for, as she calls it 'the drastic improvement' to my wardrobe."

That got him a full laugh, "I highly doubt your choices were ever poorly made."

Shaking his head he laughs, "Josie has tried to get me to be a 'proper high born lord' since we were children, it hasn't worked. I travel often so prefer function to fashion."

"Well, in any case, you are most welcome, I am pleased you enjoy them."

As they exit the cabin, Leliana starts to turn left towards the Chantry instead of forward towards the tavern and says, "If its alright with you, I thought we might take the longer route."

With a shrug and years of etiquette training, Etrigan offers her his arm, "A star lit walk through a quaint village with a lovely lady? Only a fool would say no."

During their walk, Leliana learned that everyone close to Etrigan called him 'Ety' except his youngest sister Aislyn, a Chantry Sister in Amaranthine, formerly of Ansburg, who prefered to not speak to him at all. She knew he had other siblings and when asked he had only complimentary things to say about all of them, even Aislyn who ran an orphanage. He mentioned his eldest brother, Max, was his hero and the one he wanted to emulate most.

As much as Leliana wanted to push and ask questions, she didn't when Etrigan said his first adventure was a hunting trip with his mother the winter before her death, then quickly changed the subject.

She did ask about his relationship to Josephine though, he said they were just really close friends and that he knew she was related to his elder siblings but he wasnt quite sure how, but he could recal vividly the first time her met her at her 9th birthday celebration then when they were actually introduced at his a few months later.

He told Leliana about how he had been accepted to the University in Orlais at the same time as Josie but couldn't stand the thought of leaving his father all alone at the family estate, so he stayed behind, instead becoming a squire for his brother Gabe, while he was stationed with the Templar unit in Ostwick, which is how he learned his combat skills.

He met Stitch while traveling with his brother between Highever and Antiva, he and his brother had found the remains of Stitch's father and returned his personal effects to his family, soon after the two formed the Rangers, gifted with their armor and weapons, all crafted by Stitch's mother, who he was pretty sure was the only person in the whole of Thedas that still called her son 'Faren'.

Leliana for her part shared she was raised by the Orlisian noblewoman her mother had worked for after her passing but her mother was Fereldan so she considered herself Fereldan as well, she trained as a within the Imperial Court, later being betrayed by her Bardmaster, she admitted to traveling with the Wardens during the blight but glossed over most of her relationship with the Hero of Ferelden, who she learned Etrigan didn't care for much at all after he cost the younger man's brother a marriage among other things.

Their walk while very brief felt like hours , Leliana knew the younger man so much better now by her estimation so she took a chance "Forgive my boldness, but why do you journal everything during important meetings?"

"I don't mind. Riding accident when I was 10," he answered happily, "Max is 17 yrs older than me and Evie is 15 yrs older. They were trying to teach me to ride and I wanted to show that I could do everything they could, instead I spooked the horse and got thrown into a rock bed."

"Oh"

"The notes are a habit, I suffer short-term memory loss, Josie knows so I suspect she or Stitch will take notes when I cant do it myself."

As they get to the tavern, Etrigan dashes forward to get the door for Leliana, pausing before he opened it, "What I said before, about people calling me 'Ety', I hope to someday count you among them."

Before she could replay he opened the door with a small flourish, not daring to voice his internal struggle in her closeness. Walking in behind her, Etrigan notices no one else is there yet, instead Leliana leads him to a staircase hidden behind the bar,inclining her head, "This way."

"Clever" They climb down into the room and he sees they are in fact the last to arrive, Stitch ready with quill and parchment in hand so that he can focus on the meeting.

Etrigan sits next to Josephine and is pleased to see Leliana sit across from him, he pulls his journal from his pocket flipping through the pages until he finds his notes and questions, then leans over to place a chaste kiss to Josie's cheek and speaking to her in Antivan "You look lovely this evening, Sister. My soul sings to see you for I have missed you terribly , Old Friend."

She happily returned his affectionate greeting "Indeed Brother, our letters were never quite enough to explain the ache in my heart for you"

Leliana only picked up a few words of their conversation, she would have to ask Josie later, no matter what he said their relationship was, that sounded deeper than 'just friends' and Herald or no, if this boy hurt her friend she would end him, her musings cost her though, because she missed Etrigan asking Josephine in flawless Orlisian "Is Leliana spoken for by anyone?"

The Antivan woman could only shrug and he switched back to the common tongue "Damn," he sighed, "Oh well, to business then." Sadly for him, that was an admission, so his first and oldest friend was already plotting.

"Is there anything I can help with, Josephine?"

"Yes actually, your father, I'd like to dispatch a courier to ask the Banns of House Trevelyan to align with us. What are your thoughts? Should we approach your family for their formal support of the Inquisition?"

"Wow, pardon my speech," Etrigan looked around the room, "way to start with the ball buster there, Josephine, but sure, they're all very devout, if they believe me truly touched by Andraste, you'll have to beg them to stop sending money. However, I'll ask my Father, its my duty and he'll respect the request more if it comes from me."

Flashing his boyish grin again, "Now about this 'Herald of Andraste' business?"

Cassandra sees the statement for what it is and helps the subject change, "People saw what you did at the Temple, how you stopped the breach from growing. Then there is the tale of the woman in the rift where you were first found, the faithful believe her to be Andraste."

Leliana took a sip of her wine and added , "Even if we tried to stop that view from spreading..."

"Which we are not."

Glaring playfully at Cassandra, Leliana continues, "The point is, everyone is talking about you."

Cullen grins "Its quite the title isn't it? How do you feel about that?"

Etrigan takes a long draw from his drink before answering, "Its..A little unsettling actually, I'm not sure how I should feel about it."

"Sadly, The Chantry has decided that for you, its seems"

Leliana adds her opinion to the Commander's, "People are desperate for a sign of hope. For some you are that sign."

Josephine lays her hand on her friend's hand resting on the table, "And to others, a symbol of everything that's gone wrong."

Etrigan turns his hand over, giving hers a gentle squeeze, before asking the commander, "Will the Chantry attack us?"

"With what? They have only words at their disposal."

Josephine counters, "And yet, they may bury us with them."

Etrigan weighs their words, "So if I wasnt with the Inquisition?"

Cullen rolls his eyes, "Lets be honest, they would have censured us no matter what."

Leliana waits until Etrigan is looking at her "And you not being here isn't an option."

He nods giving her a grateful smile, then checks his notes for his next question, "Arent they more concerned with the breach? The actual threat?"

Cullen fields this one, "They do know that it is a threat, they just don't think we can stop it."

Josephine sighs "The Chantry is telling everyone that you'll make it worse."

Leliana sees that Etrigan has crossed off all of his questions and started a new page, "There is something you can do. A Chantry Cleric named Mother Giselle has asked to speak with you. She is not far and knows those involved far better than I. Her assistance could be invaluable"

Scribbling quickly in his book Etrigan looks up, "She asked for me? What would someone from the Chantry help a declared heretic?"

"I understand she is a reasonable sort. From what I know of her, she is a kind soul and not the sort to involve herself in violence. Perhaps she does not agree with her Sisters?"

"Alright, I'll go hear what she has to say"

"You'll find her tending to the wounded in the Hinterlands near Redcliff."

As Etrigan makes writes his notes Cullen makes a suggestion, "While you're there, looks other opportunities to expand the Inquisition's influence."

Josephine nods adding, "We need agents to extend our reach beyond this valley and you're better suited than anyone to recruit them."

Cassandra decides that is too much for only one man, "In the mean time, let's think of other options. I wont leave this all to the Herald."

Etrigan gives her a dirty look, then smiles. The rest of their evening is spent planning scouting missions, sorting requisition orders, personnel training, scheduling and making arrangements for potential allies. Etrigan made sure to plot Honor guard routes to safely guid the rest of the fallen home.

In the end it was decided that Cassandra, Stitch, Varric and Solas would go with Etrigan to the Hinterlands to seek Mother Giselle as well as any chances to prove they weren't the band of monstrous heathens the Chantry was branding them as. When the council broke for the night they had all agreed that they stood on the brink of the Holiest of wars, with the very soul of Thedas at risk. Only history would show if they became saviors or savages.

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Two days after plans were set, Leliana sent her forward scouts to the Hinterlands to assess the situation for meeting Mother Giselle. Etrigan sent Stitch along with one of their Captains, code-named 'Ghost', and the bulk of their scavengers. The Council agreed with Etrigan's terms of communication, anything written to or by him would use his Ranger code 'Hunter', whereas if it was about him or the breach 'Herald' was fine, simply to keep the risk to potential allies and refugees contained by not announcing that the Herald had left Haven or if it did get out, where he was at any given time. Leliana was currently reading the list of code names Etrigan had written for everyone involved with this trip and has to laugh at Cassandra's..she was going to hate it.

Leliana - Nightingale
Etrigan - Hunter
Cassandra - Princess
Solas - Dreamer
Varric - Storyteller
Mother Giselle - Cleric
Scout Harding - Stonedotten
Faren - Stitch
Thom - Ghost

She had asked about Ghost, all Etrigan would say is that he was a good man that had been an orphan and he would prove himself quite useful. Cassandra and Etrigan were set to leave at first light the next day. He and Stitch decided to use the staggered arrival to hunt game to feed the refugees and gather as many useful supplies as possible, hopefully endearing themselves and the Inquisistion to the people. Currently, Leliana was alone in the tent she had claimed as her work space, just outside the Chantry, when one of her ravens landed on her shoulder, "Good evening, Your Grace." She said without even looking at him. Her agents hated this particular bird, but Baron Plucky was her fastest. Etrigan and Stitch seemed to get on just fine with him though, if the message she recieved from the Rangers' advance party was any clue.

Nightingale/Hunter
Thank His Lordship for the speedy delivery. Rangers and forward scouts have secured area to best of our abilities, it's worse than our original intelligence reported. No longer Mages against Templars. It's apostate against rogue templar against whatever poor sod gets stuck in the scuffle. Scavengers set loose to gather desperately needed supplies for refugees, already exhausted what we carried with us. Cleric is alive and safe, snipers in place to keep it that way until Herald arrives. Permission to break off and lead hunting party when soldiers arrive? If we can spare it, blankets and tent materials would be much appreciated in the area and would do well to win hearts in our favor here. Maker guide you
Respectfully
Stitch

She heads into the Chantry to show the message to Cassandra and coordinate with Josephine and Cullen for more supplies if possible, when she is stopped just inside the door by the Seeker. She opens her mouth to ask why when Cassandra shakes her head and points to the statue of Andraste that Etrigan has visited everyday since the Temple. What they witness next reaffirms their choice to work with the young man whose faith could well rival their own.

Etrigan has placed a wood block at the base of the statue, placing both of his short swords and his dagger, blade down into the wood. His bow hangs from the hilt of his swords. He is wearing his coat but his arms are bare. The Hands of The Divine watch him remove his boots and lower himself to his knees, touching his head to the base of the statue for a moment. He then rises up, still kneeling, and removes his coat, leaving his feet and torso bare, clad only in simple black linen breeches. He begins his prayer barely above a whisper but they hear him in the echoes of the empty hall, "Andraste, Blessed Prophet, Maker's Bride. I come to you, a humble man laid bare. If it was your grace that spared me, then I am thankful and I swear to do my best to be worthy of your faith in me to carry out the Maker's will."

He bows his head and says no more, taking comfort from quiet meditation before what is sure to be a trying journey. Leliana goes back to her work space long enough to add a note to Stitch's report to find her with Josephine, silently slipping back in and placing the report on his coat. Etrigan makes no movement or sign that he noticed her there so she slips away, taking Cassandra with her to the Ambassador's office to update them both.

As Etrigan finishes his plea, a scent comes to him on the breeze, rose oil and well loved leather, the Hands of The Divine. He decides to finish his prayers silently, not wanting them to hear his doubts given voice. Rose oil right behind him now and ink. Then the scents are gone, and all that remains is the insence and wax that permeate every Chantry he has ever been in.

Finishing his prayers, he stands and puts his boots back on. Pulling a shirt from one of his coat pockets, he finishes dressing and straps his gear back on, heading to Josie's office while reading the report from Stitch. Tapping on the door twice, he lets himself in without waiting for a reply, purposely sitting on Josie's desk, in her way to stop her from working. In the weeks since the Inquisition's declaration, he's found his friend asleep at her desk at least three times a week, so he had a cot brought in to goad her into sleeping like a normal person and when that doesn't work, he acts like the brother she claims him to be and simply annoys her.

He smiles at her when she tries and fails to shove him off of her desk, then holds the report up to Leliana before handing it to Josie to read, "His Lordship is a perfectly lovely bird, I don't know why your people are afraid of him."

Cassandra makes a disgusted noise, "Because the three of you are the only people that beast has yet to attack."

Etrigan smiles when Leliana laughs, "Ready to depart at daybreak, Seeker?"

"Yes, half the soldiers will leave with us and the rest will leave the next day with relief supplies for the refugees."

"Good. What exactly is our goal with the Cleric? Are we wanting solely information or another agent?"

Leliana considers his questions a moment, "Why not both? I see no reason why we could not broker an alliance of sorts with her. We aid her relief efforts and she tells us what she knows of the players."

Josephine had been writing a reply to Stitch for them, but paused to add," Additionally our aid to her cause will help to spread good will towards our own."

"Well then, Ladies, I shall take my leave of you. Seeker, I'll see you at first light," Etrigan hops off Josephine's desk and heads for the door, pausing, he turns back to the room, "And Leliana, please see that Josie doesn't work the whole time I'm gone? I mean since I won't be here to annoy her...Or pick her up and force her to eat."

He leaves when Josephine throws a balled up piece of parchment at him, his laughter echoing down the hall after she swears and calls him a 'vile brat' in Antivan. Cassandra can see Leliana's envy rolling off her in waves though she is unsure of who it is directed at. Still, she asks the Ambassador the question that has been on her mind for days now, "Lady Josephine, how well do you know the Herald?"

"We met as children, I am actually related to his elder siblings through our mothers. Our fathers arranged many visits since we are so close in age and after they saw how well we got on, I adore him as dearly as either of my brothers."

"So the two of you never.."

"Lady Cassandra, did you not hear me say he is a brother to me? Ety was always a sweet boy but neither the Free Marches or Antiva are large enough to contain his potential, even if he himself cannot see it. I only hope he one day finds balance between his heart and his duty." At the confused looks of the other two, she continues, "His family is very connected within the Chantry, and has instilled a very deep sense of duty to it into him. But when he loves he loves completely, so any woman that wished to have his heart would have to understand that she would need to share him with his family and his faith. Such a woman would also have to share his passion. I give him books about either history or languages for his birthday every year, and everywhere he has journeyed has been for the protection of those that wished to enrich their faith. His band uses the coin they charge the nobles to fund trips for the less fortunate or to make sure those who hunger are fed. If my dear friend were to find a woman that believes as he does, for her he would capture stars and conquer kingdoms."

Cassandra changed the subject and soon after excused herself when the topics turned to gossip and fashion. On her way to bed she decided that Etrigan Trevelyan was a man she would be proud to call her friend and she would attempt to know him better while they traveled.

Just after first light, the second wave for the Inquisition gather at the gates of Haven to begin the two day journey to the Hinterlands. Solas had admitted to being a poor rider so he would be riding in a wagon with Varric and the supplies. Cassandra was already geared up and on her mount when Etrigan, still yawning and with his hair wrecked, stumbled over and placed his armor in the wagon behind Varric, covering it with a tent.

For the trip he was dressed as a scout, wearing the cloak Leliana had gifted him. Just as they had planned, no one outside the council or those recruited by Etrigan or the council would know who the Herald was, the exception being Leliana's contact in camp. A surface dwarf and Redcliffe native, Scout Harding was made aware of the plan while in the field so she knew who to look for.

After they set out, he tried to keep his promise to stick close to the Seeker but he got restless and darted off a few times to scout ahead and get some hunting done. Having a lot on his mind to work through, a letter to his father to still write and feelings he really didn't want to deal with because nothing good could come of them, he needed to do something. Tracking helped him think so he went tracking game.

Just before nightfall they stopped for the day and made camp. Etrigan was rather pleased with himself- for only a few hours' effort he bagged several large rams and enough rabbit and fennec for the entire travel group to have their own. Nothing wasted, he showed the soldiers how to get the most out of every kill, save some fat for traps, smaller bones for arrows, larger ones for bows and sword grips, fur and skin for clothing and blankets. With watch rotation set everyone settled in for the night, full bellied and a little wiser.

Cassandra sat next to Etrigan by the fire as he made notes in his journals about the game trails he found for future use, "Useful skills you taught the men today."

Without even looking up from the map he was sketching, he answered her, "Good if it helps them to survive, better if it helps them save someone else."

She had in fact learned a few things from his lessons, "If I might, who taught you?"

Looking up he smiles, "My father, I was sent to live with him after my 8th birthday. A few months later he and my brother Max took me 'camping.' We never left the estate gardens but I was in awe," chuckling, he continues, "Max promised me a proper camping trip when I was older, that ended up being the Solace after I turned 13 and a proper hunting trip as well. Father, Max, Gabe and me. Plus Josie's father and her brothers. While Father , Uncle Yves and Gabe tracked and hunted the large game, Max taught us boys to snare the smaller game and to fish. As the oldest of the boys and his brother, Max taught me to start fires with curved glass, in case my flint got wet."

"Impressive."

"Life saving and invaluable when trekking through mountains and harsh climates for a living." Focusing on the Seeker gave him a better chance to read her. He props his arm on his leg, resting his head on his fist, using his free hand to scratch his stubble, his facial wounds still too new to attempt shaving, "So when do you intend to ask me what you really want to know, Seeker? Promise the worst that will happen is I decline to answer." At her shocked look he laughs, "I read people and my surroundings for threats as a living, to me you're about as subtle as a bronto."

"It occurs to me I don't know much about you, I could ask for the full report from Leliana but I'd rather hear it from you."

"So what do you want to know?"

"Where are you from?"

"Honestly? I don't know. I don't know where I was born. My mother died when I was 5. I stayed with a guardian in Starkhaven until First Day, just after I turned 8. She took me to Ostwick where my Father lived, where I met him for the first time. The guardian gave him a sealed letter from my mother and stayed until he read it. Father dropped to his knees, hugging me and saying 'Welcome home son' and when I turned around my guardian was gone. That night Father wrote to my siblings to recall them home. At first all four hated me, to them I was living proof of his shame, though their mother had passed twelve years before I was even born. My eldest sister, Evie, warmed up to me first, then my brothers. My youngest sister tolerates me, but only just, and only to keep the peace for our Father. What of your family Seeker?"

Cassandra sighs, "I am a Pentaghast, the royal family of Nevarra. My parents died when I was very young, leaving my elder brother to the care of our uncle. My brother was killed by apostates while hunting a dragon. I went to the Chantry, begging to become a Templar, and instead they gave me to the Seekers. It was there I found purpose, and reaffirmed my faith."

Etrigan leans farther into the log he had been sitting against, "Aren't we a pair? Just a couple of Noble born orphans, refusing our blood claims to answer the Maker's call."

"There are worse ways to live."

"Fair enough, but for now enough dark and depressing. My whole life I've only ever had two friends and I'm currently half way between them, let's change that. What does Lady Pentaghast do when Seeker Cassandra isn't around?"

"I read."

"Truly?" She nods so he keeps going, "Any favorites?"

A wistful sigh, "Too many to choose only one."

"I prefer languages, I wanted to learn Antivan as a boy to further befriend Josie, so she gifted me a children's book that she had translated for my birthday that year to help me learn."

"Do you speak any others?"

He nods, "My work requires it. I'm fluent in Antivan, Orlesian and Rivaini and conversationally proficient in Elven and Dwarven, at least the Marcher dialects."

Cassandra feigns offense, "No Nevarran?"

"Sadly," he laughs, "No, I've not traveled there nearly as much as I'd have liked, someday though. When Max takes over for Father, he and I plan to travel the whole of Thedas. We share a love of history and want to see all the places we've only read about in books, together as scholars."

Cassandra smiles, "That sounds wonderful."

So does Etrigan, "It will be."

The pair lapse into a comfortable silence until, "Did you ever wish to court Lady Montilyet?"

Etrigan couldnt stop the bark of laughter that escaped him, "Oh Maker, no! Our fathers did try to work something out but her mother put a stop to that pretty quickly because noble blood or not I'm, in her words, 'still just a bastard'. It wouldn't have worked anyhow, my love for her is brotherly, she is my oldest and closest friend. Truly, I cling to her as I do because she was my first friend. Before living with father and meeting her, I had never been around other children."

Cassandra was quick to offer, "I apologize then."

He waved her off. "No need, though that does explain the nasty looks I get from Leliana, guess I'll have to prove Josie isn't my type."

Cassandra gapes at him. "You have a type? Josephine made it seem as though you are a monk."

He levels his gaze at the Seeker, "In a way I am, I won't say I've never had a lover, because I'd be lying, but I was young- well, younger- and it was a mistake and we both knew it. No, I want the dream I cannot have, a woman to know my past, my beginnings, and to want me because of it, not in spite of it. She would also have to possess a very dry wit, or in the presence of my Father and eldest brother she would be easily offended, and maybe willing to live more than a little dangerously. And Maker challenge me, I'm not perfect, I know I'm wrong sometimes, tell me. Accepting weird pets is a good thing too. I once tried to keep a Drake as a pet, until he set fire to Father's study. Find me that woman and I will stand on top of the Grand Cathedral and profess my love."

Cassandra doesn't say it but she is certain he unknowingly just described Leliana to her. They spent the night making idle chatter and by the time they were both ready to get some sleep she was on the list of people that could call him 'Ety'.

With the dawn and the breaking of camp, the playful boy Cassandra had befriended last night was replaced with the task-oriented man. The route the Ranger scouted for them had the party arriving at the Inquisition outpost several hours ahead of schedule.

Corporal Vale took over keeping the area secure and Stitch took the scavengers out on other paths to hunt and gather more aide suppilies for the refugees.

Off to the side was a dwarven woman holding a longbow, waiting for Cassandra and Etrigan to drop their gear, "Seeker, Inquisition Scout Harding," she nods at Etrigan, "pleased to meet you, Hunter."

Etrigan steps into a nearby tent to change into his armor but is still within earshot of the Scout, "Welcome to the Hinterlands, we've located and made contact with Redcliffe castle's former horse master, Dennet. He offered us a few mounts to aide in your travels but won't officially offer support unless we can offer a few assurances of our own."

A Ranger walked into the tent, the Herald walked out, brow furrowed. He had an idea but needed to run it by Cassandra since they had agreed in Council she is the field Commander, "Seeker, why not split up to better our chances of success? You go be your 'charming' self with the horse master and I'll go deal with our new 'friend' the cleric. I mean ideally we'd like to help everyone but with limited resources at the moment we can't expend them playing politics. Unfortunately, we have to pick and choose."

Cassandra had also switched into her armor, "True, very well, I'll go to Dennet. And as you say 'charm' him."

Scout Harding hands Etrigan a map, "When you're ready, Mother Giselle is roughly two leagues northwest of us in an area known as 'The Crossroads." She hands a map to Cassandra, "Dennet is roughly two leagues east. Stitch and the Rangers have been clearing up the problems plaguing the farms so he might be a bit more willing to listen this time." Turning back to the Herald she offers one more piece of intel, "On a personal note, I grew up around here, most of these folks are good people and they're trapped, cold and hungry. Thanks for bringing the supplies Herald."

Etrigan nods and places a hand on her shoulder, "Is your family safe?"

"Yes, I begged them to go to Denerim back when the fighting first broke out."

"Good." She notices his coat, "And nice coat, its appears to be one of my Mother's better pieces."

"Nightingale gifted it to me when mine was destroyed at the Temple. I plan to order a few more for my 2nd and our Captains."

"Mother would love that."

Etrigan turns to the rest of the party, "Rangers with me, Varric you too, Solas the caves you were interested in are on Cassandra's path."

The elf and the dwarf both nodded and Cassandra gave orders to her unit as well, they had the longer journey and left soon after. Etrigan and his party left as soon as he sent a report to Leliana updating the others on the current situation.

Nightingale
Made contact with Stonedotten. Princess heading to old Horsemaster for accords, Rangers may have made him useful. Herald heading to meet Cleric. Hope all is well at the nest with few ruffled feathers. Will update after meetings. Please impart my gratitude and admiration to His Lordship
Maker watch you
Hunter

Etrigan watches the sky as Baron Plucky takes flight, putting his cloak back on he takes to his new horse 'this is truly a fine beast, good luck Cassandra' he saddles up. Taking point with Varric close behind in the first wagon and another behind him with all the supplies they've gathered, they set out down the path.

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While Cassandra and Etrigan were in the Hinterlands, Cullen planned to focus on establishing a better daily drill routine for the soldiers, Leliana and Josephine decided to combine their efforts and work from the war room since a lot of their daily tasks overlapped and it was just easier than sending messengers out to each other all day.

Of course if they were being perfectly honest, it had been some time since the old friends could just sit and chat while they worked so they wanted to take advantage ot the opportunity to catch up.

As they traded reports and couriered messages they held a lively debate on the latest fashions, filled each other in on all the newest scandals and gossip. Josephine even updated Leliana on all the goings on of her family, the most telling, was when Leliana asked simple questions about Etrigan's family.

The Ambassador herself a former Bard knew what her friend was doing though, seemingly innocent questions, meant to seem like idle chatter, but to someone who dealt in secrets and politics like they did, there was no such thing as an innocent question in the Grand Game.

While they were in Orlais, Leliana had always been open with her, then the blight came and slowly her dear friend changed, became more closed off and didn't smile as often. While she didn't know details, Josie knew the Warden was behind it, Leliana was happy with him, then completely heartbroken. If she were a lesser woman she would send Ety after the bastard, but that life was behind her now.

Now she decided she wasnt going to let Leli hide from her anymore, "Leli, you have always been a true friend and never held back with me. I think I would be offended if you were to start now. Why not just ask what you want to ask and say your true thoughts.?"

Not really shocked at being caught, Leliana leaned her head on the war table a moment to collect her thoughts, "Even after so short a time," she sighed, "I consider Etrigan a good friend. I worry for him, Josie. I've seen events such as these break the strongest of men. It would pain me to see him lost to us from this darkness that he must face. And I fear I owe him an apology, our first conversations was not pleasant, he saw me in a moment of weakness and I was unkind to him. Still has born me no ill will and I will try to be a better advisor and friend to him."

Josephine asked what Leliana was talking about and Leliana described a scene where her faith wavered and she like the villagers had lashed out at Etrigan.

Etrigan has a question to ask Leliana but it is forgotten as he hears the sorrow in her prayers " 'Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just. Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow. In their blood the Maker's will is written.' Is that what you want from us? Blood? To die so that you will is done? Is death your only blessing?"

Noticing Etrigan is with her, "You speak for Andraste, no? What does the Maker's prophet have to say about all of this? Whats his game?" "

How is this a game?"

She stands and cannot hold back her anger "Do you see the sky? What about the Temple ruins? The bones lying in the dust? Even if you didn't support the Divine's peace you wouldn't call this right. Who could? So many innocent lives...The faithful murdered where the Holiest of Holies once stood. If the Maker willed this, what is it if not a game or a cruel joke?"

He did not rise to her anger but nor did his reply calm her, "Don't ask me! I'm as baffled as you are. I speak for no one but myself , and I have no answers for you."

Sighing sadly Leliana continues, "Then we can only guess at what He wants. The Chantry teaches that the Maker abandoned us. He demands repentance for our sins. He demands it all. Our lives. Our deaths. Justinia gave Him everything she had and He let her die."

She almost wanted to hit him hearing the sympathy in his voice, "I'm sorry. Her death has clearly hit you hard."

She spun on him, "Not just me. All if us. She was the Divine. She led the faithful. She was their heart! If the Maker does not intervene to save the best of His servants, what good is He? I used to believe I was chosen, just as some say you are. I thought I was fulfilling His purpose for me, working with the Divine, helping people. But now she's dead. It was all for nothing. Serving the Maker meant nothing."

Etrigan's heart broke for the woman, "Maybe you have another purpose. I could help you find it." "

No, this is my burden. I regret that I even let you see me like this. It was a moment of weakness. It wont happen again. Come. To work then. We will speak later."

Leliana turned her back to Etrigan leaving no room for further conversation, he regarded her for a moment before turning and leaving her as she so clearly wanted to be. Alone.

Josephine considered her words and decided that Leliana could help her, "I have known Etrigan Trevelyan since we were 9 years old, even with distance and duty, our bond has not faltered. Truly, I most likely know him better than he knows himself. His single greatest adversary is his own doubt."

She waited until Leliana was looking at her, "I meant it when I said there was nothing but sibling affection between us, though our fathers did try to create a betrothal, my mother ended the talks before they began. It is her words that haunt him."

Curious, Leliana asked her, "What did your mother say?"

Josephine sighed, "Mother adores Ety, really she does, but the old ways stick with her. Nobles in our circles call him the 'worst kept secret in Ostwick' and that concerned Mother, so she wouldn't allow the talks to happen because she would not allow any of her children to 'marry a bastard even is he was of noble blood'. We were 12 when she said that, he said nothing but I saw his pain, that was the moment he realized that no matter what he did with his life, all anyone will ever see is Bann Victor's motherless bastard."

She thought back to her letters and her life with the Herald, "Did you know you and Cassandra missed meeting him in Kirkwall by only a day?"

Leliana was shocked, "Truly?"

"Oh, yes," Josie explained, "The Prince of Starkhaven and The King of Antiva hired the Rangers to evacuate the remaining clerics from the Kirkwall Chantry after the explosion and get them safely to Orlais, I received a letter from him , thanking me for his birthday gift and telling me where he had left mine in my residence in Orlais, then I had seven pages of complaints about how he missed getting a chance to possibly meet and work with the Hands of The Divine."

Leliana shook her head, "We do what must be done. Our work is not that exciting."

Josie laughed, "It was to him, 'The Hero of Orlais' and "The Bard of the 5th Blight' , especially you, Leli"

Josie decided to give a little push, though he gave it no name, she knew Etrigan was well on his way to being in love with the Spymaster,she placed a small stack of parchment on the table knowing Leli saw it, at worst he would have another very dear friend, at best she had a wedding to plan. "As someone who fought beside people of all stations, yours is the voice that can sway him. Of course he listens to me about matters of diplomacy and he respects Cassandra and the Commander as military tacticians, but on matters that give him pause, he understands you will not speak falsehoods, knows your words will be measured on the issues."

To say she was stunned would be far less than Leliana actually felt, "Thank you, Josie. I will be sure to have a care with my words."

The pair fell into silence until Baron Plucky arrived bringing a report from the Hinterlands, reading the message, "Your work is most appreciated, Your Grace."

Leliana chuckles while handing the note to Josie, grinning when she hears the younger woman's disgruntled huff and pens her reply

Hunter
The nest is well, though Quill's feathers are in fact ruffled. Excellent find for Stonedotten and good travels for Princess. We wish the Herald luck in his endeavors and safe journeys to you all. His Lordship thanks you for your praise.
Go in peace
Nightingale

"Josie, I'm off to send the reply. I'll see you in the morning. Please don't work too hard."

Josephine nods but doesn't look up from the letter she is writing, though she does see Leliana take the stack of parchment she had planted.

Outside the Chantry, the Spymaster sends Baron Plucky on his way, then heads to Etrigan's cabin to read the notes she borrowed from Josephine without interuption.

At first glance she sees two separate sets of handwriting creating several silent conversations between the childhood friends, some of which Leliana herself seems to be the focus of

Have I done something to make Lady Leliana cross with me?
I am not aware of such an offense, why?
In as many days since our reunion, I've noticed dark looks from her
You are aware she does not speak Antivan?
Oh then I am being rude? I shall endeavor to speak Orlisian, though I find I am want for practice.
I'll find you a book to translate
Thank You

Leliana remembered watching the exchange and being quite cross but it wasn't about their reunion though she cant say why the thought of them being lovers vexed her so, honestly the little she knows of him and the stories she had seen of the Herald, she believed him to be a fine man.

Her cross feelings came from him stopping the death of a traitor that cost her one of her best agents.

Hours after her emotional outburst Etrigan had remembered what he wanted to ask her and thought to try again..Not this time either, an agent had arrived just before him and gave Leliana a troubling report, "So its true. Butler has turned on us. I hoped my hunch was wrong."

The agent nodded, "You knew him well?"

"Not as well as I thought. Show me the report."

After she reads it she hands the report to Etrigan who leans against a post as he reads it, being on the Council makes him a ranking member of the Inquisition and he would have seen the report soon anyway, she continues before he can ask questions, "There were so many questions surrounding Farrier's death. Did he think we wouldn't notice? He's killed Farrier. One of my best agents. And he knows where the others are." she turns to her agent, "You know what must be done. Make it clean. Painless, if you can. We were friends once."

Etrigan interrupts, "Wait. What are you doing?"

She didn't bother to look at him when she answered "He betrayed us. He murdered my agent." "

And you'd kill him? Just like that?"

Finally turning to face him "You find fault with my decision?"

He has stopped leaning against the post in the center of her tent "We cant solve our problems with murder"

" And what do you suggest? Leave him be? Butler's betrayal put our agents in danger. I condemn one man to save dozens. I may not like what I do, but it must be done. I cannot afford the luxury of ideals at a time like this."

Etrigan gives her a bitter smile, "Now is precisely the time for ideals."

Leliana narrows her eyes as she regards the young man, "You feel very strongly about this," it wasn't a question but he nods anyway she sighs, "Very well, I will think of another way to deal with this man."

Turning back to her agent, "Apprehend Butler, but see that he lives." Glancing over her shoulder at Etrigan, "Now if you're happy. I have more work to do."

She kept reading when she found another missive that featured herself

Feel free to kick me again, but what is that wonderful aroma coming from the Spymaster?
Well since you offered. Its rose oil and...You know I'm honestly not sure I've never asked.

'That explains his yelp of pain during Council sessions but why did she kick him the first time' Leliana laughs as she reads his reply

Firstly..OW! Do you have the Seeker's armor on under that skirt? Secondly, if one were to wager a guess, perhaps rose oil with undertones of beautiful Orlisian?
You think her beautiful?

"He thinks I'm beautiful?!" Luckily Leliana was alone, she could not contain her shock. Yet another difference between the Warden and the Herald. Etrigan was quiet, reserved and seemingly quite shy, Aedan was bold, direct and often very forward. Still though, her breath caught in her chest at his reply

I have sight, Josie. I see as she speaks with passion in her eyes and conviction in her heart. I have ears to capture the glorious melody that is her laugh, rare though it may be. Most importantly I possess sense enough to realize hers is one of the sharpest minds I have ever encountered.
You should tell her these things, even if nothing comes from it, Ladies love compliments

Leliana's heart breaks for him as she reads the next part

I could never be so bold Why not? She is the Left Hand of The Divine, Josie, and a Courtier, where I am now and have always been a Marcher Noble's bastard.
You are more than your birth, Ety
I'm not but I'm glad you think that
You will find love one day I know it
I wont but thank you for believing in me
Why do you not believe it?
I am nothing, Josie, I am battle broken, no woman would want me, a Noble's scarred bastard offering no social standing or rank. This is my fate, I have accepted it.
Ety..
No, current scar count, 14 on my legs, 43 on my torso and now 4 on my face

Leliana sighed, if she was being honest with herself, she didn't find the Herald completely unattractive, quite the opposite really, even if he is 10yrs her junior. His lightly tanned complexion from years of travel, the deep russet hair he kept short but just long enough to run her fingers through, not that she has thought of doing such things. Only to herself would she admit to a fondness for his impish grin whenever he teased or annoyed Josephine. Maker she even found his scars appealing. His eyes though, that showed her his heart.

In his eyes, Leliana could see everything the battle tested Ranger felt. Merciful Andraste, not again. Leliana decided to fight her attraction to the Herald for as long as possible and hope it would just go away. She didn't think she could survive the joy finding and heartbreak of losing a love during a war again.

Gathering her things and heading to her work space, she could have kicked herself when she got there, another package, the rest of the shirts and several more pairs of the trousers she had ordered for him. How in the void was she supposed to fight her feelings for him if she kept ordering him clothing that accentuated everything she fancied of him?

Sighing in frustration she takes the package to her room and settles into bed trying desperately to will away thoughts of dark blue eyes full of mirth and misery.

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Etrigan and Varric made excellent time to the Crossroads, greeted by grateful refugess who eagerly helped to unload the supplies they had brought with them, a few even cried at the prospect of feeding their families that night.

This was what Etrigan lived for, helping people that truly needed it. The village elders pledged to the Inquisistion when they were told that more supplies were coming in the nest few days and soldiers were in place to help secure the area.

Varric stayed back to talk to the people and entertain the children with stories of his travels with the Champion of Kirkwall. Etrigan went looking for the Cleric, he had met her briefly a few times during stop overs in Jader so finding her was easy.

He stayed back as he watched her comfort a young man, soothing him enough to allow a nearby mage to use healing spells on the worst of his wounds. "Mother Giselle? I am told you sent for me."

An older woman in Chantry robes stands and regards him, "I did. I wished to offer my condolences to House Trevelyan on the passing of Grand Cleric Seline, and others lost during the Conclave."

"On behalf of my kin, I thank you and will send your regards to my Father. But we both know that isnt why you called me here at least not the main reason. Sister Leliana believes we may be able to help each other."

The Mother smiles, pleased to see the peoples faith not lost on a boy but instead placed in a man, "To business then. I know of the Chantry's denouncement and I am familiar with those behind it. I wont lie to you. Some are grandstanding hoping to increase their chances of being the new Divine. Some are simply terrified, so many good people taken from us."

Etrigan nodded, "Truly, what happened was horrible"

"Fear makes us desperate, but hopefully not beyond reason. Go to them, convince them you are not a demon to be feared. So far they have heard only frightful tales of you. Give them something else to believe."

Etrigan wasnt sure he heard her quite right, "You want me to appeal to them?"

"If I thought you incapable I would not have suggested it."

"Will they even listen to me?"

"You don't need to sway them all, just make some of them doubt. Their power is in their unity"

Etrigan takes a knee "Thank you for this Mother"

The Cleric places a hand in his head, "Whether you see it or not, you have the power to rally the people and they will heed your call. Your potential could either deliver us or destroy us." She places her hand on hsi shoulder encouraging him to stand, "I do not know if you are truly touched by the Maker but I hope." Her words shook the young man to his core, she offered him a small hug, "The chaos must end. I will go to Haven and give Sister Leliana a list naming those that may be willing to speak with you."

Etrigan said nothing but bowed his head as she walked away, oulling out his journal to make notes of key points to send back in his report. He decided to stick around a bit and see if he could help the village at all, he ended up playing hide and seek with the children and for several hours helping the villagers set up the tents sent by the Inquisition and getting fire going to stave off the bitter cold through the nights

Giving Varric the signal, they left the village heading back to their camp. Etrigan had a great deal on his mind and had aplogized for being poor company. When he joined the Inquisition it was to seek justice for his family and those killed at the Conclave, hearing the Mother's words, steeled his resolve, whether he wanted it or not, people saw him as a symbol. It was up to him if it was a symbol of hope or a symbol of hate.

During the trip back to camp he decided he needed to hold himself to a higher standard, help everyone he could even if it meant something as simple as speaking with them or teaching them a skill he possessed that would help them to survive until order was restored. As they got back to camp only one though prevailed in his mind, 'Oh Maker what'd I step in?' It made him think about his Mother and one of the walks they took before she died

Free Marches 9:19 Dragon

A beautiful blonde woman with piercing blue eyes is wearing dark scale armor walking next to a horse with a little boy riding it. Behind them the woman's protector is driving a horse drawn covered cart that acted as their tent as well through the heavy snow. The little boy is wide awake his mother knows soon he will start asking questions she cannot answer, simply because he is too young and will not understand the truth yet, she smiles in pure adoration when she hears his voice, "Mother why do we only travel at night?"

" Because my little love, You've a destiny to grow into, so I must keep you safe."

The little boy is obviously aggitated by this answer, "But what of you Mother, should you not be safe as well?"

She stops the horse, lifitng her son off the beast and carries him to the covered cart, tucking him gently into a bed roll within, "Listen to me my darling, I will sense the danger long before it comes, someday you will have a form of this sight as my gift to you, and when the time is right it will serve you well. Until then all little warriors must rest, so that they moy grow strong, I love you my precious boy. Sleep well."

"I love you, Mother" With a yawn the boy is fast asleep, the woman goes to her protector before mounting the horse her son was just riding, "No matter what happens to me, keep him safe. He is the key." "

Yes, Lady" Soon as her mistress has started to ride the guardian looks back to the sleeping boy, "Pleasent dreams Lord Etrigan"

Hinterlands 9:41 Dragon

Etrigan woke with a start, he had dozed off waiting for Cassandra to return so they could compare notes for the report to send back to Haven. Falling asleep wasnt what bothered him, dreaming of his mother did, it was dangerous. He had spent years perfecting the image that he didnt remember her, but he did. The skills her inherited from her had kept him alive on more than one occasion.

He was born with the ability to read people, a cousin at the Ostwick Circle told him he could sense their aura, whatever that meant, he just knew that like his mother he always seemed to know what was coming, at least as a child, thats how he got his first scar, he woke from a dead sleep as the sword his sister holding was about to liberate his head from his shoulders.

Father was so angry, but he left her punishment to Aunt Seline, who sent her to Amaranthine, since sending her to Ansburg seemed to only delay her attempts on him. He couldnt bring himself to hate Aislyn though, she was still his sister.

As he got older, Mother's gifts changed in him, now he could see great distances, even at night, hear almost half a league away and pinpoint smells down to the base layer, if two people wore the same scent he could say beyond doubt who was who.

Seeing Cassandra riding up he sets out to meet her half way so they could talk, when a sound catches him, he readies his bow and lets out a whistle, one of the soldiers with her readies theirs as well and Cassandra lights a torch, Scout Harding and Varric came running weapons ready at his signal, with the Seeker in the middle the four archers stood ready, Etrigan leading them to the source of the noise, wolves squaring off against a single wildcat cub, killing the wolves the party follow the cub back to its den where they see a demon controlling the wolf pack, they've killed the cubs mother and the rest of the litter.

Etrigan takes one of his rune enchanted short sword and hurls it like a spear at the demon killing it instantly, though Cassandra takes its head just to be sure.

The rest of wolves try to run but Varric and Harding fire off a few shots killing them.

Picking up the orphaned cub, Etrigan sees a strange glow around it and realizes its much larger than a normal cub, "Fade touched? Dont worry little one, I lost my mother as a cub too. You can stay with me, I'll keep you safe so you can grow, then when you're older you can return the favor, yea?"

The cub which the party determined was a boy, simply mewed and burrowed into his cloak. When they get back to camp they see Solas had returned. Etrigan places his new pet on his bedroll just ouside his tent when the elf approaches and confirms his guess, "Your new companion has been touched by the fade Herald."

Solas backs up quickly though when the cat bares his teeth and takes an attack stance, "Very well, I mean you no harm little one, good night Herald."

Etrigan absently pets the cat as he reads Varric and Cassandra's reports to short hand them in with his own back to Haven

Nightingale
Herald's meeting went well. Cleric coming to Nest. Princess was successful Horse master coming as well. Storyteller picked up new contacts. Party aquired three new agents. Stitch staying behind to guide Cleric. Personal note, made a new friend, scares Dreamer, bringing him back to nest, Quill will be cross.
My best to His Grace
Hunter

After sending the Baron off, Etrigan goes into his tent, the cub close behind, coming back out with a crude small game snare, he sets the snare just at the wood line of the camp hoping to catch a little breakfast for the cub over night, the dryed stuff they have in camp will do for now but he'll need fresh if he's going to survive.

Setting another trap near his tent he tells the cub, "If you hear it snap, grab it. Its your food, yea?"

Another mew from the cub, the Ranger gets his new furry friend set up on the bed roll with a couple extra bits of fur to keep him warm then takes off his chest plate and bracers, finally he crawls into the cot that was set up in his tent, instead of his mother, his head swan with thoughts of steel blue and shadows.

With the Dawn, Etrigan and Cassandra decided their work was done for now, and opted to go back to Haven, Solas found an old elven ruin he wanted to study so Cassandra had a few soldiers stay behind to guard him Varric detached the wagon from the horse he had been using so he could keep up with the Seeker and the Ranger.

The cub was secured into Etrigan's pack on the horse with him and the three were off deciding to ride straight through if they could but they had bed rolls just in case. They rode until sundown when they encountered a rift at the base of the mountain, two waves of demons later, Etrigan closed it and they decided to make camp, Varric got the fire going while Etrigan went to catch dinner for four and Cassandra gathered wood.

Varric had last watch so he went to grab some sleep, Cassandra dozed off with a purring Wild cat in her lap gently petting his head. Etrigan took the silence as an opportunity to write the letter he had been avoiding for weeks

Father
I am so deeply sorry it has taken me so long to write to you. There are no words to describe my sorrow at Aunt Seline's loss. Even now I struggle to believe any of the events have happened at all, much less that I was there. I have no recall of the explosion itself. I remember Aunt Seline presenting me to the Divine, the night before the Conclave was to begin, and dining with her and our kin soon after. My next memory is being questioned by the Right Hand of The Divine and being informed eleven days had passed. The Hands of The Divine do not believe me to be involved, however, the explosion left me marked, Father, my left hand has a mark that reacts to the tears in the sky caused by the explosion. Father, before her passing, Most Holy reformed the inquisition of old, The Right Hand means to use it to find those responsible for the murders at the Conclave. I have joined, Father. The rouge Templars and rebel Mages are no longer just attacking each other, they're hurting innocent people. I can help them, Father. Seeker Pentaghast has sworn to protect me from those that believe in my guilt simply because I survived. Evben if I were not under the protection of the Inquisition I would stay to kee Josie safe, she has joined as their Ambassador. Father I have recovered Aunt Seline's ring and with your blessing I would keep it with me, as I find myself missing her council. I will write as often as I am able. I am so sorry I failed you, Father. Please forgive me.
Your loving and dutiful son
Etrigan

Sealing his personal letter he then write a quick letter seeking formal support of the Inquisition from House Trevelyan. Once both are done, he makes a note to have Josie send them by courier to his father as soon as he gets back to Haven. With his heart no longer as heavy he wakes Varric and settles into his bed roll to get some sleep.

Several hours later, Etrigan cracks an eye, having the unmistakable feeling of being watched and finds himself nose to nose with the cub and a laughing Seeker, "There is a stream nearby, Varric has gone in search of our first meal . Solas has caught up to us and is out gathering herbs ."

Nodding, Etrigan lifts the cat off him yawning, "Get off me you brute. Wonderful, guess I'm up now" Varric came back soon after with several fish and a few extra for the cub, after breaking camp they got back on the trail, Solas riding with Varric, if they kept their pace they could be back in Haven before nightfall.

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The gates of Haven! Never in his almost 28 years has Etrigan ever been so happy to go back to one place, but the longer he stays and the more he allows himself to just be, he feels more at home here with the Inquisition than anywhere he has ever been.

He is more than a Mercenary protecting Holy Pilgrims. He feels purpose and he has friends and is on his way to more. Truthfully, he likes it, sure he misses his father, but here he isn't Victor's son or Maxwell's brother, he can be his own man.

Jumping from his horse he hands him off to a stable hand. Happy but tired beyond measure, he was thrilled when Cassandra told him to go sleep and she would update the Council. Getting to his cabin he sees a package sitting on the table with a note on it

Hunter
The rest of the clothing you asked for as well as some other things
Nightingale

He chose to skip opening the package for now, after all he and the cub needed food and sleep. Taking the cat from his pack he held him up to eye level, "We still need a name for you don't we little one?" He considered options for a moment before laughing at his own joke, "Well if I am to be the 'Herald of Andraste' you are to be my Aegis, I shall call you 'Havard', you my little friend are now named after the first disciple of the Blessed Prophet. Welcome to Haven, Havard." the young cat mewed his acceptance as he placed the floor before curling up on Etrigan's pack and falling asleep, "Very well then, stay here. I'll go set some traps and get us some food."

Luckily his cabin was at the wood line, he set six snare traps not expecting anything to trigger them until first light, then headed through the village. A quick trip to the tavern later and a really awkward discussion with the barmaid, who thought his request for raw meat was a solicitation for a bed fellow, he was back in the cabin, he had borrowed an extra wash basin and filled it just under half way with snow placing it near the fire along with the plate of raw meat, he used his dagger to stick the meat in the fire long enough to take the chill off, which woke Havard up from his nap, the cat happily gnawing on his prize.

Etrigan set up a pile of furs and his spare bed roll near the plate and basin, then went about taking off and hanging his armor preparing to pour himself into bed after eating his own food which was supposedly some kind of stew. Fed and thoroughly tired, he had changed into a pair of the simple linen breeches, Leliana and Josie got for him and was almost in the bed when a knock stopped him, with a groan he went and answered the door to find Josie standing there, "You could have at least said hello before locking yourself away."

He said nothing as she breezed past him in her tirade, instead he just closed the door and went to lay in the bed, he knew she wasn't really made just worried, so it was best to let her go, until she squealed, "Josie! Was that forsaken sound really needed?"

"You got a cat?"

She had placed Havard on the bed, "Yes, he's an orphan, his mother and litter mates were killed by a pack of wolves manipulated by a demon, I've named him Havard. And since your here, until he gets big enough to travel with me safely will you keep an eye on him for me?"

She had been petting the cub the whole time. "Of course, I'm sure Leliana will help me, she loves animals."

Nodding while his eye tried to close of their own will. "Good. Love you mean it, now will you please go so I can sleep? Or I can hug you and I'm pretty sure I smell."

Josephine wrinkles her nose, "Yes you do," she kisses the top of his head though, "Good Night Ety, I'm glad you're back safe."

Her only reply is his snoring.

Come morning Etrigan decided he had had enough of the new hair and scruff look he had going on and asked around to see who if anyone could be trusted with a razor, or at least he did until he heard a loud voice screaming around the village that she was looking for her boys. He knew that voice anywhere and if she was here, well, Maker help the blacksmith. He made himself comfortable on a wall looking out into the valley while Havard ran around. When the woman passed him he said nothing til she started scaring the soldiers.

"You know, I have it on good authority if you keep making the same face over and over again, it'll stick like that."

The woman looked up to his perch ready to rip him to shreds "Now you listen here you wet eared, nug herding farm boy, I ought to...Etrigan Trevelyan, you sodding imp! Get down here and give us a squeeze."

He was quick to hop off his wall and comply. "Yes, ma'am."

Giving the woman a hug, his voice softened quite a bit, "Its good to see you, Tova."

"You too Ety, now where is that son of mine?"

Hitching his head towards the tavern, "Come on, I just woke up, let's get some food and I'll tell you everything and maybe if you're feeling generous, I need a haircut."

They walked into the tavern and the soldiers that the woman had yelled at breathed a sigh of relief. One of the guards ran to find the Seeker and when she found them Etrigan was sitting on the floor of his cabin with a dwarven woman standing over him cutting his hair.

"Alright boy, now you look normal, I swear to the stone, the things you and my Faren get yourselves into, but you're good boys so I forgive you."

Etrigan just holds his head still and smiles, "Finished, now you smell like a bronto's ass. Go bathe Boy."

"Yes ma'am, but first. May I present Seeker Cassandra of the Inquisition," turning to the Hand of The Divine, "Cassandra, this is Stitch's Mother. I'll be back."

He leaves them in the cabin to go find a bucket of hot water. "Tova Feddic, formerly of Orzammar."

By the time Etrigan got back to the cabin, Tova had emptied his snares for Havard and been recruited to the Inquisition as the blacksmith for the Council and Rangers, "So what did I miss?"

Tova shows him a letter, "Finishing this up to see if Bodahn'll send Sandal here."

"If he agrees I'll have a few of the Rangers go fetch him. He knows them, should be safer that way, but speaking of letters I have one that needs to be couriered to my father and we have Council. Tova please don't scare anyone while I'm gone."

The dwarven woman just laughs, "I make no promises."

The humans leave to head for the Chantry, Havard follows his master.

As Cassandra and Etrigan near the Chantry they see a large group of people gathered out front. They go to Leliana's tent to watch the assembly in case they need to jump in as it seems to be a confrontation between a former templar and a mage, the templar shoving the mage "Your kind killed the Most Holy." The mage staggers but readies his staff as the templar grabs for his sword, "That's a lie, you let Most Holy die."

Cassandra gets ready to draw her weapon but Etrigan stays her hand, leaning calmly on a stack of crates, arms crossed over his chest, nodding his hello to Leliana, "Does it not warm your heart, Ladies," he makes sure to raise his voice enough to be heard over the crowd, "to see a crisis bringing everyone together?"

Cassandra stands next to him her hand scratching Havard behind his ears while Leliana comes up behind him Baron Plucky on her shoulder, she decides to play along, "Oh indeed, my Lord, it is so refreshing to see such unity in this time of turmoil, no?"

Cassandra on the other hand goes for the blunt method, "Most Holy would find your behavior shameful, enough have died, you are not the Circle or Templars anymore. We are the Inquisition."

In the distraction they cause Cullen used the opportunity to break up the assembly, "Back to your duties. All of you."

And to the shock of no one, Roderick was on hand to incite the few that Lingered, "I'm curious Commander, how your Inquisition and its alleged Herald will keep its promise and restore order"

Cullen's grip on his sword tightened, "Chancellor, back already?"

Etrigan decides to keep up with his playful antics refusing to let the horse's ass ruin his good mood, "Cullen I leave you alone for a week and here you go making all kinds of friends."

Leliana thinks the game is fun so she chimes in, "We really aren't sure whether to be worried about his tastes or just proud of him for trying."

Etrigan flashed her a wicked grin, "A little of both I think, though I'm sure our Commander can do better than 'pompous boot licker', unless he just has low standards."

Leliana shakes her head, "Too bad we're having a private party, Cullen dear, sadly your new friend can't come."

Etrigan had her giggling with his conclusion to their game, "And I'm putting you on restriction young man, You can't stab him like the wild boar he is after drills either."

Not to be out done Cassandra asked," Can I?" which had Cullen and Etrigan losing what little composure they had left and the four headed to the war room laughing, leaving a seething Chancellor behind.

As they walked the hall to the war room Etrigan paused at Josephine's office in time to catch a courier, "You there. Do you currently have an assignment?"

"No, my Lord"

"You do now. This letter must be placed into the hands of Bann Victor Trevelyen in Ostwick, the only other person that may touch it is his son Maxwell. You will wait there until a reply is given and return to the Ambassador, understood?"

"Yes, Ser."

"Why are you still standing here? Go." Etrigan tosses the courier a few coins, "Now."

The courier takes off running as Josephine walks up, "Did you have to frighten her?"

Etrigan nods, "Yes, that was a letter to my father, so yes I did."

She hugged him and headed to the war room, Etrigan following close behind.

As they entered, he sees Leliana was true to her word, a tranquil mage is sitting in a corner of the room at a small desk with ink and parchment prepapred to take notes.

Cassandra started with a full report of her meeting with and eventual recruiting on Redcliffe's former horse master, "He should be here any day now since the Rangers and our forces have secured the area."

Etrigan was next with a report on the meeting with Mother Giselle and the various item Varric had heard in the Crossroads ending on a note for the Spymaster, "She'll be here tonight, knowing Stitch."

Leliana noticed that Etrigan and Josephine were having their silent conversations again, except the more either of the wrote the more agitated Etrigan became, until finally he threw his quill across the room and wouldn't look at her anymore. He just stared at a point on the wall between herself and Cullen while the rest of the updates were given. It was decided that the travel party for Val Royeaux would be Cassandra, Etrigan, Stitch and Leliana.

The Spymaster wanted to be on hand in case Etrigan was right and it was a trap, she had a set of keys to the dungeons of the Grand Cathedral at her home in the city, where they also planned to stay while they were there, the rest was dependent on what the Cleric said when she arrived so they chose to break until then.

As soon as the words were out of Cassandra's mouth Etrigan fled the room, Josephine hot on his trail.

Leliana followed in case it was a matter she needed to step in on. She trailed the pair to Etrigan's cabin taking her preferred hiding spot at the window in back. Cracking it just a bit, she heard part of their argument, "Are you out of your mind Josie?"

"I did it to help you."

"You invited my sister Aislyn here? The same Chantry sister that tried to kill me when I was 11? You do realize the second it comes out that I was ever suspect in the explosion she will try to kill me again right?"

Leliana chanced a peek into the room and saw Etrigan pacing, rubbing the wound that started at his shoulder, Josie trying to calm him, "Ety..What do you mean Aislyn tried to kill you?"

"Didn't anyone ever ask why Aunt Seline sent her to Ansburg, and less than a year later sends her to Amaranthine?"

Josephine sat on the bed, "Ety, what happened?"

"She tried to poison me at my 10th birthday, but Max ate the treat instead, it didn't kill him only made him sick. When Father questioned me about it, I told the truth, that Aislyn said she made it special for my birthday but I didn't like what she made it with so Max said he'd eat it so her feelings wouldn't be hurt. Father confronted her and she swore it was an accident, that she read the bottles wrong. Aunt Seline didn't believe her and sent her to run the orphanage in Ansburg. Her next trip home she 'borrowed' Father's greatsword. I woke up right before she took my head, and screamed for Father and Max. Evie got there first and took me with her back to Starkhaven, telling Father she wouldn't bring me home until Aislyn was gone. He disowned her and Aunt Seline banished her to Ferelden. Amaranthine was as far away as she could send her at the time."

Etrigan had finally calmed down enough to sit but he was still visibly agitated. Josie hugged him, "Oh my sweet Brother I had no idea, I'm so sorry."

"She's the one who told your mother about my birth, Father was content to let everyone think he had adopted me, the result would have been the same, no true rank beyond 'Noble born' , she's tried to kill me every chance she gets, but she is still my sister..."

Leliana left before anymore was said but she would make sure this 'Sister' Aislyn knew who she was dealing with in Haven, Etrigan was under the protection of Hands of The Divine, after all.

Cassandra was waiting for her at her tent when she returned, Leliana filled her in on what she had heard and they agreed that Sister Aislyn was not to be left alone with the Herald at anytime, or even have direct access to him, they also decided to keep her away from Chancellor Roderick just to be safe.

Back in the cabin, Etrigan finished his thoughts "...she is still my sister and I still love her, I'm just bloody terrified of her."

Josie hugged him again, "Ety, I'm so sorry if I had known.."

"No one did, Father wanted to tell everyone but I begged him not to. I was so happy to be a part of a family that I didn't want anything to tarnish it. Maybe I shouldn't be here when she comes, I could go back to the Hinterlands or something."

Josephine stayed with him until the tension left his body and he fell asleep, she told Havard to keep watch over him and left to find Leliana and Cassanadra, there had to be a way to make this right. When she returned to her office, Cassandra was sitting on a nearby bench and Leliana was leaning against her desk with a letter in her hand, offering it to Josephine she asked "How is he?"

"You heard?"

"Yes"

"I didn't know. If I had I never would have invited her to come escort her family's remains back to the Marches."

The others nod while she reads the letter it has a Templar seal so everyone assumes it's another rejection of peace with the mages or alliance with the Inquisition, they're wrong it's actually two letters one official and personal.

Ambassador Josephine Motilyet
I have received news of my Aunt's passing at the Divine's Conclave and offer my condolences to the Hands at their loss. It is with great honor then that I send a caravan of supplies to aide your efforts. My Commander assures me that when the time comes the Templars of Ostwick will stand with the Inquisition and as I am personally connected by many threads have been chosen as diplomat, all future correspondence will be with me and me alone
Maker guide you
Knight-Captain Gabriel Trevelyan

Josephine handed the letter to Leliana as she read the second letter which was a bit longer and far more emotional

Josie
Thank the Maker you and Ety are both alright, Max and I got his letters and wept openly. Aunt Seline will be missed but please don't let that goofy little brother of mine beat himself up over this. Father understands why he hasn't written yet and doesn't hold him to blame. Evie is on her way home now and said if need be she'll go to Haven first and kick his ass if he blames himself or lets the Pompous Bootlicker blame him. Along with my official letter from the Order and this letter is a small chest of aide supplies, a few of my Templar brother and sisters threw in with me, there is a false bottom to the chest, there should be around a hundred sovereigns in there, Max is sending more as soon as he talks to our various relations. The official pledge will come from father soon enough but House Trevelyan stands with the Inquisition. As for me, I'm so very proud of you both and honored to call you my kin. Do as you always have and take care of each other. Please remember to relax once in a while, both of you. I'll write Ety soon, maybe even take leave and come to Haven if I can.
All my love to you both
Walk in Peace
Gabriel

Josephine let Leliana and Cassandra read the second letter as well, the Spymaster checking the chest and finding the false bottom filled with coins as promised, the question remained still what to do about Aislyn. "I will send my agents to return her to Amaranthine, or perhaps route her to the Anderfels."

"Leliana..." Josephine was ready to talk her out of that before Cassandra cut her off, "That is acceptable, if she was disowned by the family and a living Trevelyan is here, there is no reason for her to have accepted the invitation other than to cause trouble. Draft your message Leliana, I will second it."

Leliana took three sheets of parchment from Josephine's desk and wrote a message to her agents telling them to collect Sister Aislyn and send her to Denerim as a prisoner if she would not return to Amaranthine, a second message was written to King Alistair, asking her old friend for a favor in that if a Chantry Sister was brought in as a prisoner to let her know so she could come deal with it personally, and the final letter was written to Sister Aislyn informing her that the Hands of The Divine were revoking her invitation as they had been made aware of her exile from House Trevelyan and they did not wish to offend the family of Grand Cleric Seline with her presence.

It was added that she would be transferred to a cloister that required a vow of silence should she disobey the Hands' directive and travel to Haven, if she was not imprisoned on suspicion of conspiracy first as being exiled and having so many members of one family at the Conclave made her a decent looking suspect.

Leliana signed all three letters Cassandra signed the last and a messenger was called to have them all delivered immediately.

The three women then parted to finish their daily tasks, Leliana went to her work space to control her network of agents hoping there would be no more foul news that day and try to figure out why the thought of sibling rivalry upset her so much.

The next morning, Etrigan Cassandra and Leliana headed out for Val Royeaux, Cullen was put on alert to arrest Sister Aislyn as a suspect in the explosion, whether she was or not made no difference, she actually did have a decent motive.

The trip would take roughly three days through the mountains, Varric was coming along as well, to check in with some of his network, officially he was a part of the Inquisition as an ally, between his network and her own which now included the Rangers of the Marches, Leliana was in control of the singles largest spy network in Thedas, that would prove useful in the months to come.

Etrigan took his usual place scouting ahead and doing some light hunting, Varric drove the cart with all their supplies, trading off with Leliana for look out shifts, Stitch stayed behind in Haven to catch up with his mother.

Etrigan left Havard with Josie but Tova said she'd handle the traps so the little furball could eat. The party made it through the worst of the mountain path when they decided to make camp for the night.

Cassandra wasted no time trying to get more survival skills out of her new friend since there was still some daylight left, "Ety, are you still going to show me how to start a fire with a spyglass and a mirror?"

"Hmm? Oh yea sure, let me just finish setting up the trip wires around camp and I'll show you."

Varric took the twine from the Ranger, "Go ahead, Hunter I've got this."

Nodding to the dwarf Etrigan went to his tent and pulled a small hand mirror and his spyglass from his pack.

"My brother taught me this, most men travel with a small shaving mirror, it can be done without it but it takes longer," He made sure Cassandra could see every step as he removed the large curved glass from his spyglass, "Really all the mirror does is focus the sunlight through the curved glass but I should be quick with this since we're in a clearing."

He angled the glass over the kindling, "It should look like there is a very bright candle over the pile, don't stop until you see a flame, smoke only means its starting," a small tendril of smoke rises from the piles, followed by the barest hint of flame, "If you're running out of daylight like we are once you see the smaller flames, blow gently into the largest of your flames," he leans carefully over the small flames and blows into the sparks which get larger, he adds more dried leaves and small sticks, until a decent fire had started, "Now just add your firewood but do it slowly so that the flames don't get smothered, and done. Fire without flint."

He handed the spyglass to Cassandra and watched as she tried to copy him, he only stepped in once to correct her angle, "Quick study, well done Seeker."

Adding her smaller flame to the fire, he packed up his supplies. He thought about the letters Josie had told him she had received from his brother and pulled out the one he got from Maxwell that he hadn't shared because it was from his brother, not from Comte Trevelyan, choosing to stay in his tent to read it. No sense in letting the others see him go from their Herald to a simpering little boy.

Ety,
Maker's Balls, Boy. You had us terrified, word of the explosion came and Father openly wept, though I understand Sister Leliana's intent to allow you to notify us, that was kind of her to control the gossip. If that Horse's Ass keeps barking about you being guilty, Father said pop him in the mouth. He knows it wasn't you, Ety. He loves you dearly, we all do, the words will come. As for this Seeker, perhaps we should let her and Gabe meet? Do tell me more of Sister Leliana, any woman that has caught the attention of Etrigan Trevelyan must indeed be a fine woman. As for you and Josie, I know you'll take care of each other, just be safe. The Chantry will always be corrupt, Aunt Seline knew this, that's why 'Grand Cleric' is all she would ever be, she remembered the old ways, in your darkest moments remember her lessons and be guided. I'm headed back to Kirkwall by month's end, I should warn you though, I told Madam Tova where to find you and Faren. I'm sorry, well sorry I'll miss the ass kicking she's going to give you both for scaring an old widow. Write me again soon Brother and know that no matter what you do and where you go, you will always be my brother, I will always support you and I'm so very proud of the man you're becoming. The Inquisition is lucky to have you.
Your loving Brother,
Max

Max wouldn't lie, not about this. Father wasn't angry, they were proud of him and grateful he was alive. Etrigan tucked the letter back into his bag, deciding to write him back in Val Royeaux, for now he grabbed his book, and old copy of 'The History of Thedas' that Josephine had found for him in Orlesian, she had translated the first half leaving him the second so that he could practice the language.

He left his tent and settled by the fire, occasionally asking Leliana and Cassandra what certain words were to help with his translations also asking for the words in Nevarran, at Cassandra's questioning look he just shrugs, "I don't know that one yet, I mean to learn."

Cassandra made a note to find a book to help him. He started scribbling in his journal a few key phrases he wanted to learn to say without stuttering, he knew them in Antivan and Rivaini, someday he hoped to be the man who got to say them to Leliana but he wasn't going to hold his breath on that fantasy, instead he kept working on his letter that he would never send, listing everything he found captivating about her beyond what could be seen by a passing glance.

Like how her faith was admirable even when it wavered, he stole glances at her across the fire, well he thought he did, Cassandra and Varric both saw, and scribbled more notes into his journal including a few sketches. Cassandra was writing a letter to Josephine, she hated to admit it but the Ambassador was right, but she would not aide in her meddling, she would however give a gentle push every now and then.

Etrigan excused himself and went to get some sleep, Varric would be waking him up in a few hours for watch.

And so went their journey, days spent practicing languages with Cassandra and Leliana or idle chatter between Varric and Etrigan, turns out the two Marchers had several mutual friends and interests the current journey just bonding them farther.

At night in camp, Leliana helped him work on his Orlesian, and then Cassandra would teach him the same phrases in Nevarran, if this kept up he would be conversationally proficient in Nevarran by the time they got back to Haven.

Last night at camp they were only about an hour or so outside the city, during his watch, he recited the same poem in every language he knew wishing he could say it to the person that inspired it.

When they broke camp in the morning, Cassandra caught him staring at a grove of wild flowers, as he was about to start grabbing the large blue flowers in the patch she casually strolled behind him and whispers "She's allergic to the blue ones." She almost laughed as he just missed cutting himself in shock of being caught, instead she just raised a brow at his stuttering and openly laughed when he ran to mount his horse and get their journey moving again.

She did hand Leliana the very lovely orange bud he had cut, delighting in the many shades of red he turned at seeing it in her hair.

Arriving in the city, one of Leiana's agents was waiting for them, after the brief update Varric went with Leliana to her apartments to drop off their things then meet with clerics from the list Mother Giselle provided while Cassandra went with Etrigan to the market to confront the assembly waiting for them.

Standing on a small stage is a lone Templar and a Chantry Mother posturing for the crowd "Good people of Val Royeaux, Hear me! Together we mourn our Divine, Her naive and beautiful heart silenced by treachery! You wonder what will become of her murderer. Well, wonder no more! Behold the so called Herald of Andraste! Claiming to rise where our beloved fell. We say this is a false prophet! No servant of anything beyond his own selfish greed."

Etrigan felt the eyes of everyone in the square watching him so he decided to use a bit of that diplomacy Josie is always pushing, "I have never claimed to be a prophet, nor a Herald, that title was given to me, and I have no control over who chooses to use it. I am now as I have always been, a simple man that believes in the Maker and wants to help others. I didn't come here to argue, I came here hoping to find a Chantry that wanted to face the real threat to our faith and our world."

Cassandra backs up his claim, "Its true. The Inquisition seeks only to end this madness before it is too late."

The Chantry Mother gets a wicked gleam as a battalion of Templars approach, "It is already to late. The Templars have returned to the Chantry! They will face this 'Inquisition' and the people will be safe once more!"

The Templar leader walks past the Mother giving one of his men a slight nod, the Templar then hits the Chantry Mother, just behind her left ear, knocking her to the ground, the Templar that was standing with her readies to help her up Etrigan already has his hands on his blades, the leader places his hand on the chest plate of the lone Templar, "Still yourself, she is beneath us."

Etrigan was the nephew of a Grand Cleric and Brother of a Templar, this was unacceptable, "What is the meaning of this?"

"Her claim to 'authority' is an insult, much like your own."

Cassandra steps up "Lord Seeker Lucius, it's imperative that we speak with.."

He cut her off with a sneer, "You will not address me"

Cassandra couldnt hide her shock, "Lord Seeker?"

"Creating a heretical movement, raising up a puppet as Andraste's prophet. You should be ashamed." He turned towards the crowd. "You should all be ashamed. The templars failed no one when they left the Chantry to purge the mages. You are the ones who have failed. You who'd leash our righteous swords with doubt and fear. If you came to appeal to the Chantry, you are too late. The only destiny here that demands respect is mine."

This guy was starting to make Roderick look good, Etrigan went to a different tactic, "Templars, one of your own Commands the Inquisition forces. Join us, as he did."

The Lord Seeker didn't give any of his men a chance to reply, "Your ties are worthless. They're all made traitors just by being in your company."

A young man with a Fereldan accent shook his head. "But Lord Seeker..." He glanced at him. "What if he really was sent by the Maker? What if -?"

The man who'd struck the mother stepped towards him. "You are called to a higher purpose. Do not question."

Lucius continued speaking, addressing them now, rather than the crowd. "I will make the Templar Order a power that stands alone against the Void. We deserve recognition. Independence. You have shown me nothing, and the Inquisition..." He smirked. "Less than nothing. Templars. Val Royeaux is unworthy of our protection. We march."

They stood for a moment, watching the templars leave. Leliana and Varric had seen the last of the exchange. Varric folded his arms, "Charming fellow, isn't he?"

Cassandra looked confused, "Has Lord Seeker Lucius gone mad?"

Etrigan watched as they marched out of the market square "Who is he?"

"He took over the Seekers of Truth two years ago, after Lord Seeker Lambert's death. He was always a decent man, never given to ambition and grandstanding." Cassandra shook her head. "This is very bizarre."

"Do you think he can be reasoned with?"

"I hope so. If not him, there are surely others in the Order who don't feel as he does."

Against his better judgement and knowing his Aunt would never forgive him if he didn't, Etrigan went to the aide of the Chantry Mother, who quickly shoved him off and snapped at Cassandra, "This victory must please you greatly, Seeker."

"We came here seeking only to speak with the mothers. This is not our doing, but yours."

The Mother was sitting up now, "And you had no part in forcing our hand? Do not delude yourself. Now we have been shown up by our own Templars, in front of everyone. And my fellow clerics have scattered to the wind, along with their convictions." She turned on Etrigan, "Just tell me one thing: do you truly believe you are the Maker's chosen?"

He knew his answer could make their cause or end it so he went for honesty "Truly, I don't know."

"That is..." The Mother admitted, "More comforting than you might imagine. I suppose it is out of our hands now. We shall see what the Maker plans in the days to come."

Etrigan checked the wound on the Mother's head, "There must be a way to make this right to the benefit of everyone."

Realizing the man before her wasn't the threat after all, "I hope against hope that may be the case." She nodded at him before allowing the other clerics to help her up and walk away.

Varric had picked up an arrow with the first clue from a friend of Red Jenny, a messenger gave Leliana a letter that invited 'The Herald and Guest' to a private party and Cassandra got stopped by both a merchant wanting to join up and the leader of the Mage rebellion herself Grand Enchanter Fiona.

Etrigan looked at his companions a headache forming, "One tense meeting with the powers that be and suddenly I'm the most popular man in Orlais"

A movement in the shadows caught his eye, he handed Cassandra his blades, it was a little girl and he didnt want to scare her more than she already looked slowly so she could see he meant no harm he approached the bench she sat on pointing at the empty side, "May I sit here with you?" when the little girl nodded he sat down, his augmented senses heard her stomach rumble so he pulled his pack from his back and grabbed a piece of dried meat and bread from inside, making sure he had enough for the girl, "Would you like some? Again the girl only nodded, he smiled when she took the food from him and tried talking to her again, "My name is Ety, its OK if you don't want to tell me yours, but after you've eaten please let me walk you safely to your mother."

The girl swallowed her food and spoke very softly, "I don't have a mother, Ser, or a father."

Etrigan nodded, the girl couldnt have been 5 or 6 at best, "I lost my mother when I was 5," he told her, "I know its scary being alone."

The little girl had tears in her eyes as she told Etrigan her tale, "I went to the Chantry like Mama said but they said I had to go to the circle because Mama was an apostate who ran away."

His own gifts let him see the auras of mages, this was just a scared little girl, his blood was boiling but he kept his voice calm to keep from frightening her further, "Do you see the two ladies over there with the dwarf?" he continued at her nod, "They're my friends, how would you like to go with us? And tonight you can have a nice warm bed instead of cold stone."

He stood up and held out his hand, smiling when she took it. They walked over to the companions and in Orlisian, Etrigan told them what had happened, Cassandra falling back to tell Varric.

They took the girl with them to Leliana's and got her a bath followed by a warm meal and bed, once that was done Etrigan took off for the local Chantry.

He came back later after having yelled at everyone there Varric and Cassandra had gone hunting red jenny.

Leliana greeted him with food and a large drink both of which he accepted gratefully, "I just don't understand, How could they turn a child away, one they knew wasn't a mage, neither was her mother, but when she left the circle without permission they branded her an apostate. They let her die. When did the Chantry turn from helping people and spreading the teachings of Andraste to fear mongering and grasping for power?"

Leliana had no words for him as he hung his head running his hands through his hair, "She has no one, Leliana. No that's not true, she has me. My sister has always longed for a child, she had an infection when I was a boy that left her unable to carry, perhaps Evie will adopt her, I'll write her in the morning, and we'll take the girl back to Haven with us in the meantime."

Leliana placed her hand on his shoulders, "If we take her back with us she will need clothes beyond the rags she had before." Etrigan got up from the table, he grabbed his pack from by the door, digging through it until he found his coin bag, tossing it to Leliana, "Will that be sufficient?"

"Yes, I have some as well, but it will have to wait, tomorrow you and I are going to a party, we will get her pretty thing to wear on our way back so that she may go with to chose her clothes."

Etrigan nodded taking his bed roll into the room with the little girl setting up on the floor next to her.

When Cassandra and Varric came back they had acquired a new agent, an elf named Sera, who had already left for Haven.

Leliana told them what Etrigan had learned about the girl, who still hadn't told anyone her name. Hours after everyone else had gone to bed, Leliana looked into the room and saw the girl had crawled out of bed and onto Etrigan's back since he was sleeping face down in the bed roll.

Taking the blanket from the bed she covered them both and went to get some sleep herself.

Tomorrow they played the Game.

The party went about as well as Leliana had hoped, A spoiled noble became an ice sculpture temporarily thanks to their host. at least Etrigan didnt kill anyone, their 'gracious' host Madam Vivienne was the former Arcane Adviser to the Empress, and played the Game almost too well, she had pledged to the Inquisition but both Leliana and Etrigan knew she was up to something, they did however accept her joining, they had things to do though and excused themselves before another noble ended up as an ice sculpture or Leliana let Ety kill one or even worse than that, she did it for him.

In the market they couldn't agree on what to get the girl, who over morning meal told her new friend Ety that her name was Marissa, but her mother used to call her Mari, to wear, they each picked out a few things and finally it was decided to just get all of it and let her pick what to wear when they went shopping.

When they returned to Leliana's apartments, Marissa had managed to get Cassandra to play with her and worn the Seeker out, and Varric was no fun anymore because he ran out of stories.

Leliana helped her get ready for bed and told her several of the stories she used to tell the children in Lothering, this time though Etrigan was ready for her, he borrowed another bed roll and used a few blankets to make a tent out on Leliana's balcony.

Cassandra and Leliana both watched all the troubles melt from him as he let Marissa win their sparring matches, both had to agree Josephine was right, whoever married that man was going to be infinitely happy.

Leliana would wish it was her come morning.

Shopping, oh how she loved it. Leliana was in her element here, she pretended not to see when Etrigan bought a small bow promising to teach Mari to shoot, they both went a little overboard on books, but most were for Marissa's education, they split up for a bit, she took Mari to get a few dresses and many pairs of shoes, Etrigan had disappeared and returned with several dolls and a rather large stuffed mabari, as well as a sketch book and colored pencils, it was a long trip back to Haven after all.

When they met up again, Mari was complaining of being hungry and tired. Etrigan just nodded and said "me too" to all of her complaints then made her laugh by picking her up and setting the girl on his shoulders, Leliana promised they would go to a cafe as soon as she finished her errands but bought Mari a spun sugar treat since she had been so well behaved while they shopped, she walked a step or two behind them as they chatted about colors and different birds flying near by, every now and then Mari would pinch off some of her treat and hold it to his nose "Ety your turn" and he'd turn his head just slightly to accept the treat.

Leliana gave up correcting people, since she and Etrigan had chosen not to wear their armor today most of the people they saw assumed they were just a normal family buying new clothes for their young daughter, it got worse when they stopped at the cafe, Mari sat on Etrigan's leg so she could see over the table to eat, Leliana smiled fondly as whispers of "so nice to see a young Lordling take such an interest in his child" she couldn't help but picture him as a father, especially when her bought Mari cake for finishing all of her vegetables, though he ate half of the baked good himself.

Then it was back home, they had to get plenty of rest to be ready to leave for Haven at first light.

Varric was off at the tavern to see if any good rumors popped up, Cassandra was securing a few needed items for the Inquisition, that left Etrigan and Leliana with Mari, he kept his word, showing her the letter he wrote to his sister and promising the child "Even if I'm not meant to be your Uncle, I'm your family now, you'll always be safe with me."

If his physical attributes hadn't already appealed to her, the way he was with Marissa would have made Leliana melt. Currently they were in her guest room and Ety was reading yet another story from one of the books they had gotten Mari, not really sure what it was about, if she guessed Leliana would say they were making up a new story as they went along with the pictures.

Soon though, Marissa was asleep freshly bathed and fed, Ety came out of the guest room in just those damned linen breeches why did she ever get him those breeches, he knelt down to gather and pack the toys he had gotten so they could load the wagon when Varric got back. It was getting harder to deny her attraction to him, she'll never know why she did it, but she took a chance.

"People in the market kept commenting to me on how beautiful my family is," keeping her voice level as she watched for a reaction, "and how refreshing it is to see a young Lord take such an active roll in his child's life."

That made him pause, without looking up and barely above a whisper, he finally replied, "She could be," he stood slowly still not facing her, "And if you desired it, I'd give you more." When he turns to her his eyes are closed, "I'd proudly tell the world I had fathered your child, I'd even raise another man's as my own if it gained me your favor."

When had she moved closer to him? Or had he moved closer to her because she is pretty sure the table currently holding her up has always been there. When he opens his eyes she knows she is lost, she sees two things warring for dominance, she is used to seeing want in the eyes of men, as a bard it was occasionally her trade, seducing secrets from nobles, but the other emotion is what fuels her, its been so long since she saw need in a man's eyes and the way Etrigan was looking at her now, she was sure that if she touched him, his heart would beat.

Who moved first she cant say but soon they were crashing into each other, their kisses hungry, his hands sliding from her hips to the backs of her thighs lifting her on to the table she had just been leaning against, stepping into her space as his lips descend to her throat leaving a trail of fire in his wake, ripping gasps from her as her fingers clutch for purchase in his hair, she cant contain her mewling as his hands slip under her tunic, ghosting up over her abdomen to the base of her breasts, across her ribs and down her back gripping her hips tightly to bring her closer to him. She is almost certain she heard a knock at her door.

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It would just figure the day after Etrigan leaves for Val Royeaux a message comes in that an entire patrol unit had been kidnapped and held hostage by a mad man wanting to fight the Herald.

The challenge was issued by the son of an Avvar chieftan calling himself the 'Hand of Korth' Stitch went to Commander Cullen with an idea.

"I'm half Avvar and know their customs. Let me go in Etrigan's place, they've never seen the Herald up close."

Cullen didnt like it but he agreed, there was no time to waste either waiting or pulling Etrigan back. This was there only option. Word was sent to Harding that everyone in camp was to refer to Stitch as 'the Herald' until the threat was handled.

Within hours Stitch was on his way along with the Ranger captains and the new agents, a Warden named Blackwall, the enchantress Vivienne, and the Qunari as well as the Bull's chargers. A caravan of people that liked to break things.

The small force found Harding's camp easily. The dwarven scout waved Stitch over. "Thank you for coming. Maybe you can solve this mess."

Stitch had already told her he'd do anything for her, "Why cant we ever meet anywhere nice?"

Worry was written on Harding's face. "Our missing patrols are being held hostage by Avvar. Barbarians from the mountains."

"They arent all bad, but then I'm only half." Stitch shook his head "What are they doing in a bog?"

"That's the thing. Their leader..." Harding folded her hands behind her back. "He wants them to fight the Herald of Andraste."

"What do they have against Andraste?"

"Well..." Harding shrugged. "The Avvar think there are gods in nature. As in, the sky has a god, and the forest. The Avvar say you're claming to be sent by one, and they'll challenge the will of your god with their own. I think their leader's just a boastful little prick who wants to brag he killed you."

"I'm beginning to see why my father left"

"Getting to our troops won't be easy. You'll have to fight your way through undead -" She grinned. "You're not squeamish around the undead are you?"

"Not my favorite monsters but I'm not letting the Avvar butcher the Inquisition's people."

"I appreciate it." She touched the map. "The Avvar are holed up in the castle on the other side of the Fallow Mire. Maker willing, the Inquisition's people are still alive."

Harding had chosen to come along so that the team would have an archer and because Stitch admitted Etrigan was a better scout than him. They headed out marking every rift they came across for Etrigan to deal with when he came back.

The sight that greeted them when they were closer to the castle almost scared Stitch he told Harding that the man was twice the size of his father then the man spoke "My kin want you dead, lowlander, but it's not my job. No fears from me."

"Why aren't you with the other Avvar?"

"Trying to figure out this hole in the world. Never seen anything like its like." He leaned against his massive warhammer "They spit out angry spirits. Endless. What the sky's trying to tell us, I don't know."

"They're caused by the Breach in the sky. It was some kind of magic gone wrong."

"I know that, lowlander. I'm talking about the Lady of the Skies. Do you not know her? Can't you see the warnings she writes through the bird flocks in the air?"

Vivienne scoffed "Preposterous superstition"

The massive Avvar scoffed back, "Preposterous is what you wore to a bog, Orlesian"

Stitch got the mans attention back on him "I thought the Avvar wanted to fight me." If he remembered his father's lessons this man was a Skywatcher, a priest to the Lady of the skies.

"Our chieftain's son wants to fight you. I'm called in when the dead pile up. Rites to the gods, mending for the bleeding, a dagger for the dying. That's what I do."

He gave a disgusted shake of his head. "I don't pick up a blade for a whelp's trophy hunt."

"The other Avvar kidnapped an Inquisition patrol. Are they all right?"

"A few were injured in the skirmish, but they were alive. Last I saw them." He leaned on his hammer. "Someone's trained them well. They killed more of us than I thought they would."

A league away they found the ruined castle. Running past the undead horde Bull led the charge to the gate controls. Stitch took out the Avvar. Now its the big one's turn. "Herald of Andraste! Face me!" The man yelled "I am the Hand of Korth himself."

Harding started taking out the Avvar archers, Vivienne fell back to supply barriers and healing when needed. Bull just started swinging his ax and Blackwall covered Harding. Stitch held his own against the Avvar using the skills his father had taught him and the greatsword his mother made him. It took some doing and his arm is going to need patching up but after a very long fight they won. Bull took over fighting the big guy after his hammer connected with Stitch's arm when he heard Harding yelp.

Probably not a good idea to be in a fight near her anymore if he cares enough to be distracted. Blackwall busted the door their people were locked behind down "Herald of Andraste!"

Blackwall whispered behind him about exploring the ruins before they left.

"We dealt with the Avvar." He entered the room "Is everyone all right?"

"I can't believe the Herald came for us."

"I told you he'd come."

Blackwall was smiling when they met up the ruins were once a Warden outpost he'd found a few treasures. He carried a banner over one shoulder while he carried a book in his other arm.

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Soon though, Marissa was asleep freshly bathed and fed, Ety came out of the guest room in just those damned linen breeches why did she ever get him those breeches, he knelt down to gather and pack the toys he had gotten so they could load the wagon when Varric got back. It was getting harder to deny her attraction to him, she'll never know why she did it, but she took a chance.

"People in the market kept commenting to me on how beautiful my family is," keeping her voice level as she watched for a reaction, "and how refreshing it is to see a young Lord take such an active roll in his child's life."

That made him pause, without looking up and barely above a whisper, he finally replied, "She could be," he stood slowly still not facing her, "And if you desired it, I'd give you more." When he turns to her his eyes are closed, "I'd proudly tell the world I had fathered your child, I'd even raise another man's as my own if it gained me your favor."

When had she moved closer to him? Or had he moved closer to her because she is pretty sure the table currently holding her up has always been there. When he opens his eyes she knows she is lost, she sees two things warring for dominance, she is used to seeing want in the eyes of men, as a bard it was occasionally her trade seducing secrets from nobles, but the other emotion is what fuels her, its been so long since she saw need in a man's eyes and the way Etrigan was looking at her now, she was sure that if she touched him, his heart would beat.

Who moved first she cant say but soon they were crashing into each other, their kisses hungry, his hands sliding from her hips to the backs of her thighs lifting her on to the table she had just been leaning against, stepping into her space as his lips descend to her throat leaving a trail of fire in his wake, ripping gasps from her as her fingers clutch for purchase in his hair, she cant contain her mewling as his hands slip under her tunic, ghosting up over her abdomen to the base of her breasts, across her ribs and down her back gripping her hips tightly to bring her closer to him. She is almost certain she heard a knock at her door.

He turns to look at the door but she grabs his head and kisses him again, "Ignore it" scraping his bottom lip with her teeth. All thoughts of hospitality lost as he lifts her again, her legs wrapping around his waist, his voice low and near predatory in her ear, "I hope you're a screamer, but not tonight the girl needs to sleep." nipping at her neck just below the shell of her ear as he carried her to her bed.

Hours later, they lay spent, limbs tangled, clothes everywhere, Leliana is staring at the ceiling thinking about her night while her Ety slept soundly using her as a pillow. He saw her scars, traced each one with his hands, kissed them all. Maker his hands, those same calloused hands that held his blades and mastered arrows had also been so gentle and loving while doing deliciously wicked things to her body, so why did he get to sleep while she lay there thinking about all the reasons this was a very bad idea as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I can hear you thinking, Leli, go to sleep."

"I cant. Ive too much on my mind, and your tickling me."

He sighs deeply, softly kissing a trail up her stomach, "I know you think this was a bad idea, and can never happen again. But right now, I'm in a sinfully comfortable bed with a breathtakingly beautiful woman whose bosom I intend to keep using as pillow until morning, all whilst I commit to memory all of the spots that make her giggle and groan, since I'll be yet another in a long lone of regrets."

"Ety.."

He lifts his head shaking it slightly before kissing her and settling back into her chest, "No, let me have tonight. Worry and regret me in the morning."

They lay in silence she hears his breathing even out as he falls back to sleep, she follows soon after, damning Aedan Cousland.

When she wakes, the sun is in the wrong place to be her room, she cracks an eye. A tent? Mari is telling her Cassandra would like to know if she wants tea with first meal. It was a dream? Well that's just not fair. She gets up putting her armor on and leaves her tent, Etrigan has already started breaking camp, when he sees her watching him he gives her a shy smile and goes back to his task, then she remembers...the knock on her door.

She throws Cassandra a dirty look, not that its her fault, it really would have been a bad idea, but merciful Andraste, she can still feel his hands burning into her skin and taste his lips, and oh Maker, Josie is going to kill her.

They'll be in Haven by nightfall and Josie is going to kill her...and she will let her, Cassandra can help. Once camp was broken, Marissa was riding with Etrigan, they were listing different types of tress and flowers as they passed as well as animals, they slowed for a bit so that the girl could get comfortable in the wagon, where Leliana bundled her up and she quickly fell asleep.

When he thought no one was looking Etrigan kept touching his lower lip or a spot on his shoulder, she had been having the dreams for two days now, was he? He must because he looks like he wants to murder Cassandra with her own sword.

The rest of the trip is very quiet, Etrigan looking around constantly, she's pretty sure she heard him muttering about finding an ice cold lake or something, of course now a new problem has popped up, every time she talks to him, he stutters when he answers.

And curse it all if that doesn't make her want to kiss him again even more. If she is lucky Josie wont kill her, just hurt very badly then maybe she can talk Josie into helping her with Ety.

Haven, sweet merciful Maker, he's home! This stutter thing is really getting old, he needs to write Max for advice on this, he sent his brother a letter from Val Royeaux along with another for Father and the letter for Evie asking about Marissa, in his letter to Max he added a few of his sketches of Leliana to show his brother just how ruined he is now. He wrote his brother 'I will never covet another the way I covet her, I am well and truly ruined for any other woman. If I pursue her and she says no, I'm hanging up my blades and becoming a monk.' They both know he was exaggerating but still.

At the stable Etrigan gently picks Mari up and takes her to his cabin, they had run into one of Leliana's scouts yesterday and asked her to charge on to Haven to ask Tova to scrounge up something for the girl, when he gets to the cabin he is not disappointed, a child sized bed and dresser have been added as well as a chair made with a boost so she can see over it.

Someone even got Havard a bed.

He gets Mari tucked into her new bed "Ety where are we?"

"We're in Haven, Little Bird, this is where I live, and you until we hear back from my sister, right now though, little girls need to be sleeping, I'll be right here, I promise."

She snuggled in to her bed with her mabari toy and fell back to sleep, he got the door before the stable boys could knock, motioning that they needed to be quiet, all of her things got brought in.

With a sigh Etrigan got himself ready for bed falling face first into the pillows and smiling as he dreamt of kissing the Nightingale.

The dawn brings with it more than the promise of a new day, in the days following their trip to Orlais, Tova got to mother another orphan, Cassandra ran sword drills with Cullen and their forces, Josephine set meetings with more nobles and Leliana surveyed it all waiting for the reports from her agents, Val Royeaux was a needed adventure, but it will be the last time she goes into the field for sometime, her agents are her eyes, her ears and if need be, her blade, if she weren't here at the hub then the Inquisition is blind, and Etrigan, well, he headed to the Storm Coast, there was a Merc band that offered a sample of their services, his last report was both troubling and useful,

Nightingale

Made contact on coast. Merc band everything they say. Leader is Qunari, Ben-Hasthrath, we're getting their reports. Informed our new ally nothing gets sent before you see it or he gets to be Princess' new training dummy. Found missing patrol in mountains. Killed by Blades of Hessarian. Challenged leader, new agents acquired. Bulk of Merc band coming to nest, leader staying with me for now. Rumors of rifts in Hinterlands, leading Herald back that way. Will report when we arrive. Tell Stonehammer to enjoy the dragon scale, almost got roasted trying to get it.

Hunter

Sadly that had been the normal way of things since their almost moment in her apartments, when he didn't think she was looking Etrigan would watch her, with a shy smile, she almost felt like he was avoiding her, but as the Herald he did have quite a bit to do.

Leliana knew they needed to talk, so did Etrigan, but right now neither one had a clue on how to approach it. And what in the void is that sodding fool doing fighting dragons? She gave up fighting how she felt, so if the dragon didnt kill him she was going to but for now she had a favor to ask since he was headed back that way.

Hunter

If a dragon roasts you, I can think of a very small list of people that will be very cross with you, though Stonehammer thanks you very much. Quill and Princess are quite vexed with you as am I. While your in the Hinterlands again look for a Warden named Blackwall, he may know something or at least be useful. Court Mage has insisted on being at Redcliffe meeting, will meet you there, sorry. Birds want return to nest after.

Nightingale

Etrigan read Leliana's message and sighed, First Enchanter Vivienne had evidently been driving everyone crazy since she arrived at camp, the Warden fellow wasn't so bad, when they found him he had been teaching local farmers how to defend themselves, he had copies of the Warden treaties with him, those got sent to Haven with a few dozen recruits, now he was walking around Redcliffe village with Blackwall and Stitch, the rifts here were very strange, Vivienne seemed to think that time itself was altered around it, even weirder was no one knew they were coming.

An Inquisition soldier rushed up and bowed. "We've spread word the Inquisition was coming, but you shuold know that no one here was expecting us."

"No one? Not even Grand Enchanter Fiona?"

He nodded. "If she was, she hasn't told anyone." He gestured. "We've arranged use of the tavern for the negotiations."

"Alright, back to your patrols, ears and eyes open and notify the Nightingale"

The scout nodded and ran off, a few minutes into their explorations an elven man walked up to them "Agents of the Inquisition, my apologies. Magister Alexius is in charge now, but hasn't yet arrived. He's expected shortly." He gestured. "You can speak with the former grand enchanter in the meantime."

Etrigan led Blackwall, Vivienne and the Iron Bull to the Tavern, along the way several mages voiced their concern with the goings on of their leaders. Etrigan also confronted a smuggler hiding in plain sight as a Chantry sister, giving her the option of joining up with the Inquisition or facing a very pissed off Cassandra, Tanner very wisely joined up.

Upon entering the tavern, the hairs at the back of Etrigan's neck stood on end and every instinct he had told him being here was a very bad idea, if this went south he'd head for Therinfall Redoubt and gather the Templars, ideally he'd like both if for no other reason than to stop the fighting.

"Welcome, agents of the Inquisition." Fiona greeted then looked shocked see who traveled with the Herald, "First Enchanter Vivienne."

"My dear Fiona." Vivienne's reply left a lot to be desired in winning favors "It's been so long since we last spoke. You look dreadful. Are you sleeping well?"

Fiona chose to ignore her and asked Etrigan "What has brought you to Redcliffe?"

Etrigan looked confused, "Your joking right?" replying with a raised brow, "We're here because of your invitation back in Val Royeaux."

"You must be mistaken." Fiona shook her head. "I haven't been to Val Royeaux since before the Conclave."

Etrigan stared at the elven woman, "If it wasn't you who invited me here, who was it?"

"I..." Fiona started "I don't know. Now that you say it, I feel strange...Whoever...Or whatever brought you here, the situation has changed. The free mages have already..." She hung her head, shoulders hunched, "Pledged themselves to the service of the Tevinter Imperium. As one indentured to a magister, I no longer have the authority to negotiate with you."

Vivienne was less than amused "Fiona, dear, your dementia is showing."

Blackwall remained silent and Etrigan rubbed his temples, "Out of the pan and into the sodding fire this is bad..This is very bad." He looked up rubbing his face muttering "Im far too sober to be hearing this."

Fiona just looked angry "What choice do we have? All hope of peace died with Justinia. This..." She faltered "Bargain with Tevinter would not have been my first choice, but we had no choice. We are losing this war. I needed to save as many of my people as I could."

Before anything else could be said a man dressed excatly how Etrigan remembered Magisters to dress walked in, "Welcome, my friends." The man had his arms spread wide like he was waiting for a hug or more likely, a cheering crowd, "I apologize for not greeting you earlier."

Fiona took a step, and bowed her head to the Magister "Agents of the Inquisition, allow me to introduce Magister Gereon Alexius."

He inclined his head "The southern mages are under my command." But never took his eyes off Etrigan "And you are the survivor, yes? The one from the Fade? Interesting."

They sat at a nearby table neither man wanting to tip his hand too soon, but the Magister cracked under the silence, "Felix, would you send for a scribe, please? Pardon my manners. My son, Felix, friends. Containing the Breach is not a feat that many could ever attempt. There is no telling how many mages would be needed for such an endeavor. Ambitious, indeed."

Etrigan decided to play it up "Oh, well, you know how it is with giant holes in the sky go big or go home, right?"

The Magister looked up as his son was coming back "There would have to be.."

Before he could finish Felix staggered and fell, Etrigan's reflexes had him catch the young man, who slipped a note into the Heralds glove.

"Felix," Alexius helped Etrigan stand his son up

"I'm so sorry. Please forgive my clumsiness, my Lord." Felix leaned heavily on his father "I'm fine, Father."

"Come, I'll get your powders." Magister Alexis started to lead Felix away. "Please excuse me, friends. We will have to continue this another time. Fiona, I will require your services."

"I don't mean to trouble everyone," Felix called back as his father pulled him from the tavern.

"I shall send word to the Inquisition." Alexius said without preamble, "We will conclude this business at a later date."

Etrigan kept his eyes on the pair until the door shut behind them then made to read the not from Felix, 'Come to the Chantry. You are in danger.'

Handing it to Vivienne and the others, "Well that doesn't sound like an ominous trap at all"

On their way out, Etrigan spoke to a Tranquil who told them the Magister had arrived two days after the explosion at the Conclave, proclaiming to be their only option since everyone would blame the mages, then chased Arl Tegan out of the castle, The tranquil added that everyone with no magic had been threatened save the servants the Magister had use of, he then offered his services as an Alchemist, which Etrigan accepted along with anyone else who wanted safe passage out of Redcliffe.

On the path to the Chantry Etrigan spoke with one Mother who had refused to leave the faithful behind, and he promised her he was doing everything he could to right this insanity. Walking into the Chantry they found a Mage taking on a wave of demons and a rift all by himself.

He glanced towards them. "Good. You're finally here."

Oh goodie, Etrigan rolled his eyes another Tevinter as the mage continued "Now help me close this, would you?"

The five of them finished the demons quickly and Etrigan closed the rift, the newcomer couldnt contain his excitement "Fascinating. How does that work, exactly?" but before Etrigan could answer him "You don't even know, do you? You just wiggle your fingers, and boom. Rift closes."

Etrigan raises a brow, "This blighted day is really starting to annoy me. Who are you?"

"Ah. Getting ahead of myself again, I see." He bowed "Dorian of House Pavus, most recently of Minrathous. How do you do?"

Etrigan was losing his temper, "Stop speaking like your waiting for applause and get to the point."

The mage feigned offense, "What no applause? Very well then, Magister Alexius was once my mentor, so my assistance should be valuable..as I'm sure you can imagine."

Etrigan scratched the back of his head, "Definitely too sober to hear this. You're betraying your mentor because...?"

It was Dorian's turn to roll his eyes "Alexius was my mentor. Meaning he's not any longer, not for some time.Look, you must know there's danger. That should be obvious even without the note. Let's start with Alexius claiming the allegiance of the mage rebels out from under you. As if by magic, yes?"

Etrigan had to concede that "That is a bit odd considering I was invited here by the mages less than a week ago the Conclave was months ago"

That seemed to be what Dorian was waiting for "Which is exactly right. To reach Redcliffe before the Inquisition, Alexius distorted time itself. The rift you closed here?"

Dorian gestured behind him "You saw how it twisted time around itself, sped some things up and slowed others down. Soon there will be more like it, and they'll appear further and further away from Redcliffe. The magic Alexius is using is wildly unstable, and it's unraveling the world."

Etrigan pinched the bridge of his nose, "You have to have something better than that..I'd like more proof than 'magical time control. Go with it.' I do have people to report to after all"

Dorian's voice was laced with frustration, "I know what I'm talking about. I helped develop this magic. When I was still his apprentice, it was pure theory. Alexius could never get it to work. What I don't understand is why he's doing it? Ripping time to shreds just to gain a few hundred lackeys?"

"He didn't do it for them." Felix's voice came the entrance.

"Took you long enough. Is he getting suspicious?"

"No, but I shouldn't have played the illness card. I thought he'd be fussing over me all day." He turned to Etrigan "My father's joined a cult. Tevinter supremacists. They call themselves 'Venatori.' And I can tell you one thing: whatever he's done for them, he's done it to get to you."

Etrigan had to laugh, "And here I didnt get Alexius anything."

"Get him a fruit basket, everybody loves those." Dorian deadpans the turns deathly serious, "You know you're his target. Expecting the trap is the first step in turning it to your advantage. I can't stay in Redcliffe. Alexius doesn't know I'm here, and I want to keep it that way for now. But whenever you're ready to deal with him, I want to be there. I'll be in touch."

As he was leaving he offered one final comment, "And Felix? Try not to get yourself killed."

Felix just sighed, "There are worse things than dying, Dorian." Then he too left the Chantry.

Etrigan looked at the others, "We need to get back to Haven," As they exit the Chantry an Inquisition runner comes up to Etrigan hands him a message and runs off again, "but Therinfal Redoubt first, I cant wait to see who else tries to kill me."

Meanwhile back in Haven the Council was arguing over how best to approach the Templars, Cullen taking it hard, "Its a shame the Templars have abandoned their senses as well as the capital"

Cassandra counted "We had to do something and now we have an opportunity."

Josephine nodded, "Yes, and we have the opening we need to approach the Mages and the Templars."

Cassandra continued, "Etrigan is in Redcliffe now, but do we? Lord Seeker Lucius is not the man I remember."

Leliana added, "True. He has taken the order somewhere, but to do what? My reports have been...Very odd."

Cullen became more determined, "We must look into it. I'm certain not everyone in the order will support the Lord Seeker. The Templars must help us close the breach. The order was founded to fight magic."

Leliana remained calm "We must first convince the Lord Seeker to bring the Templars out of exile"

"We've received word from a knight recruit, they gather at Therinfal Redoubt"

Cassandra is stunned "It has been vacant for decades why go there"

Josephine is undeterred "We must approach the Lord Seeker again to get anywhere, we can ask him then"

Leliana cut in "But first we must appear to be the more attractive option."

Josephine had a brilliant idea, "If it is status the Lord Seeker wishes, then Orlais will deliver, I will write to the nobles and convince them to demand he speak with them, and we offer the Herald as their voice."

"After his display in Val Royeaux, hang what the Lord Seeker thinks" Cullen shouted.

Cassandra ended all discussions, I will go meet Etrigan at Therinfal Redoubt, Ambassador, do what you must."

"I will help her" Leliana nodded. A quick message was written for Etrigan, and their plans were set in motion.

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Traveling to the Templar stronghold took only a day and Josephine knowing Etrigan like she did had amassed an army of nobles to demand an audience with the Lord Seeker.

Cassandra was waiting for him when he arrived, "Ambassador Montilyet and Leliana have been working tirelessly and have arranged ten noble families from Orlais to join us."

"Good, not sure how much pull, the 'bastard brother of a Marcher Templar Captain' would get us." he filled her in on Redcliffe letting her send the report to Leliana while an Orlisian Noble approached him, "Ah, The Herald of Andraste!"

The man bows "Lord Esmeral Abernache. Care to mark the moment? Ten Orlisian houses walk with you."

Hating politics but fearing Josephine, Etrigan plays along, "Oh of course my Lord, as both the son of noble and brother of a Templar, I welcome this chance to be back in my rightful place."

Abernache smiles pleased with his answer and leads him through the crowd of masked nobles. When they reach the keep a Templar-Knight is waiting for the, after the introductions are made Abernache wears out his welcome for Etrigan when he talks down to Ser Barris, "Barris, moderate holdings, and the second son, you would do well to not keep you betters waiting."

Etrigan sneers at the man, "Have a care my Lord, I am my father's third son, and one of my elder brothers is a Templar Captain."

That seemed to shut him up until they were stopped in the courtyard by Ser Barris, "The Lord Seeker has asked that you complete a ritual that all Templars must complete," pointing to a series of flags behind him, each represents a moral objective, there is no right or wrong answer. It is simply the measure of the man who completes it."

Abernache starts to make a snide comment but Etrigan cuts him off, "My brother told me about this, the first flag is Andraste, the second is for the people and the last is for the order, and each is raised by its importance to the supplicant, I'll perform the rite."

Shocking no one, Etrigan raises the flag for Andraste the highest, the for the people and didnt touch the flag for the order at all. Barris then too them to meet with the Knight-Captain, a man named Denam, at once Etrigan knew something was off, his eyes had a strange glow to them, "This is the grand alliance the Inquisition offers?"

As the noble starts to introduce himself Etrigan calls out, "Barris whats wrong with him? Abernach, step back."

The Knight-Captain runs Abernache through with his sword and orders the Templars filling the room to attack, Barris joins the fight using his tower shield to block arrows meant for Etrigan while he fires off his own. Working their way through the keep went the same way, every now and then they found a Templar that was still sane, until finally they get to the Lord Seeker, who grabs Etrigan and pulls him through what looks like a rift.

When Etrigan opens his eyes he's alone, he hears a voice say the same thing over and over again, "I will know you" part of him wants to draw his blades but something deep down tells him that would only make things worse, through a small grove he sees Cullen and Josephine standing there staring blankly, Leliana walks up to him, "Is this shape usueful? Will it let me know you? Everything tells me about you, so will this, watch."

Leliana stand behind Cullen drawing a knife and slitting his throat then goes to Josephine and slits hers as well, Etrigan knows where he is now, he's had this nightmare before, "Am I meant to be impressed demon?"

"Being you will be so much more interesting than being the Lord Seeker."

He keeps moving until he is confronted by echos of memories, but they have been twisted to gain a reaction from him, the strange voice gets more and more angry as he resists. He finds a room that looks like his room at his Father's there he meets a boy who tells him "the demon has trapped you inside your own head"

"So how do I get out?"

"You must go up, the higher you go the less conrol he has"

When he turns around again the boy is gone, but he follows his advice, the demon throws things at him to get reactions or force him to attack, the boy appears again "He wants you to attack him so he can learn you and take your face." the demon screeches "GET OUT SPIRIT"

"You must keep going up" Etrigan makes his way to the top of the courtyard steps where this all began and is pinned to a door by a shadow of himself that tries in vain to copy his voice, "Unfair unfair! That thing kept you whole, kept you from giving me your shape!"

Etrigan fought against the demon's hold, "What could you gain from being me?"

The demon tries again " What could you gain...What could you...ugh..We'll start again. More pain this time. The Elder One still comes."

The boy is standing behind the demon "Its frightened of you"

"Get out of.."

That was the distraction Etrigan needed to break the demons grip and get away from the door, another bright flash and he was back, everyone seeing the envy demon where the Lord Seeker had been.

The demon ran into the great hall and hid itself behind a barrier, leaving the Templars to hold the hall with Vivienne and Bull, Etrigan took Cassandra and Blackwall to find the Lieutenants and uncorrupted lyrium for the Templars to break the barrier, by sun down they had the barrier broken, by twilight they had defeated the demon.

Etrigan gave the remaining Templars a choice, "Your order is broken, your leaders betrayed you, used you. Join the Inqiusition and when this is over and the world is right again, rebuild, grow to be what the Templars were always meant to be."

Few of the Templars agreed, most just wanted to go home, so Etrigan let them, the ones that joined would go with them to Haven, in total they were taking four lieutenants and less than a dozen Knights, as an agent of the Inquisition working with the Right Hand of the Divine, Etrigan could have conscripted them all and forced them to join, but he chose not to, he had just witnessed first hand the corruption his brother feared within the ranks.

They arrested Captain Denham, to be dealt with later, after it was discovered that the Knight-Vigilant had been murdered, Ser Barris helped Etrigan and Cassandra search the Knight Captain's office, what they found was very troubling, this Elder One must be stopped, sitting at the Knight Captain's desk, Etrigan set his elbows up, closed his eyes and rested his head in his hands, the Inquisitions list just got bigger, opening his eyes he happened on a calendar.

Josephine's birthday was next week and his own was in a few months, for the first time, he actually wasn't sure if he would live to see either.

Cassandra had asked him about what he had seen in the fade a few times but he didn't answer, instead shutting down.

He knew if he spoke at all right now it would break him. the last words Cassandra heard from him for the next few days?

"Lets go home"

When they got back to Haven, Etrigan still said nothing, he had sent Marissa to Josephine and closed himself off from everyone, getting up every morning and hunting, attending council but not participating beyond taking notes, then going back to the cabin, going to bed and repeating it the next day.

The only reason anyone knew he still had his wits about him is he had sent notes to both Leliana and Tova about Josephine's birthday, he had asked Tova if she still had any of the dragon bone he had sent back from the coast, sadly she didn't, so he took off with Blackwall and Iron bull to go get more.

Leliana's people found him with the Warden and the Qunari warrior in the northeastern most section of the Hinterlands, all three had smoke billowing off them and were laughing, sitting on the remains of the high dragon, her hatch-lings bodies surrounding them.

They cleaned out a few old fishing barrels they found and filled them with the dragon's blood and another with the blood from the hatch-lings, as well as scavenging anything else the alchemists would find useful.

They made it back to Haven the morning of Josephine's birthday she was planning on hitting him until he smiled, hugged her and handed her a small package wrapped in silk, "Happy Birthday Josie!"

When she opened it she found a set of jeweled hair clips that looked to be hand made, she looked up at Etrigan and he shrugged, "Couldn't make it to Orlais to go shopping so I asked Blackwall to teach me how to carve things myself."

After she hugged him she still hit him though not as hard, he then went to apologize to Mari for being a bad uncle and gave her a smaller set of combs to match Josephine's just in different colors and no jewels.

Blackwall had even made a set for Mari's dolls.

Looking up towards the Chantry Etrigan saw Leliana watching from her tent, he have her a slight nod and she read his 'I'm sorry' in it her reply was an incline of her own head 'We'll talk later'.

Cassandra punched him, he just laughed said deserved it and he was sorry, then went off to clean up for the party he had planned for the night.

In the tavern basement they had been meeting once a week for evening meal and work. Tonight was no work allowed because tonight they celebrated their Ambassador for her birthday, in that room with the drinks flowing and music being played by the minstrel, there was no 'Etrigan' only 'Ety' even if he was giving Bull's Lieutenant dirty looks for flirting with Josie all night, he was practically her brother after all, that's what he was supposed to do.

It did make him happy to see her relax for a night so he figured he couldnt hate Krem too much, he'll just get Leliana to help him threaten him later, speaking of, he looked around the room and noticed a certain Spymaster was absent, and he skipped his armor and wore his best shirt too, well he was going to have to fix that, he had been hoping for a dance.

Excusing himself he went in search of Leliana and Maker help him when he found her, he was frozen, she was an absolute vision, it was just a simple dress, but he would swear his heart stopped.

Purposely he snapped a twig so she would know he was there "G-good ev-evening, my Lady, your absence had been n-noted, might I escort you t-to the tavern?"

She smiled softly at him as he offered her his arm, "Thank you Ety, that would be lovely."

They walked in silence getting more than a few stares as they went through the village, so much they both wanted to say to each other but neither quite ready to go down that rabbit hole yet, when they arrived back at the party, Etrigan almost fainted when she kissed his cheek and thanked him again, instead he just nodded and found the nearest seat before his legs gave out, he attempted several times to get up and go talk to her, but he always sat back down.

Finally he was saved by a very sleepy Mari, who demanded her own bed, in the few minutes it took him to gather her things and say good night she was asleep on a table, he picked his little bird up and carried her back to the cabin, tucking her in and kissing her head.

It was going to hurt when she went to live with Evie in Ostwick but at least he was able to do this one thing for his sister and Marissa would be safe and loved, he had gotten the letter from home the day he left to go dragon hunting Evie was already on her way.

After he got himself ready for bed he read his father's letter again

Etrigan

My sweet boy, I never once thought you responsible for the events at the Conclave, I'm only sorry your Aunt isn't with you to tell you that herself. You have my blessing to keep her ring, Son. Keep it until you can come home and then we will celebrate Seline's life as a family. Evelyn has already left for Haven, its a wonderful thing you have done for the child and our family, please inform her that her new Grandfather is beside himself waiting to meet her. Gabriel has heeded your warning about this 'red lyrium' and warned his brethren as well, they have all taken the Lord Seeker's behavior as means to depart their stations and go home, when Order is restored the Templars will return. You've done well, Boy. Maxwell tells me you're besotted with a woman, good for you, Ety. We've been keeping track of your exploits through the various travelers that pass into Ostwick. None are so vocal as the pilgrims that watched you be harassed by frightened sisters in Val Royeaux. I must warn you Boy, watch yourself around that Madame De Fer, she spent her formative years right here in Ostwick, during my years as a Templar, she is never NOT up to something and generally for her own benefit. She may very well help restore the order but she will make damned sure she gets something out of the deal. Also I've spoken to Yves, and he is thrilled your keeping an eye on Josie. Talked to the entire family, sent Josie an official declaration of House Trevelyans alliance with the Inquisition, if anyone asks us your our voice in Haven, but the whole family knows my son is the Herald. I know this isn't what you wanted Ety, but if the Maker chose you, then you'll be fine son. I'm so very proud of you. Write soon if you can.

Always your loving Father

Victor Trevelyan

His niece sleeping peacefully and his family supporting him entirely, too bad he was a coward and didn't ask Leliana to dance tonight, he'll never forget that dress though, that's the memory he'll call on when people ask him when he knew beyond reason he was in love with her. With a smile we left the table leaning down to scratch Havard's ears and went to bed