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Neria Surana, an enchanter and biomancer of the Grey Wardens of Ferelden, gazed with quiet sadness through the wide-open window at the temple square and the life-sized statue of Red Steel. The only likeness of a mage in Ferelden ever officially and honourably erected by the Chantry at the...
Battle. Combat. Meat grinder. Routine.
"He who abandons his brothers and sisters in battle is no better than the Enemy!" I roared, lashing two warriors fleeing in terror across the back with fulmination.
They flared like torches and collapsed into the mud as though cut down. No one gave me...
"Craig? Is everything all right?" Senior Enchanter Wynne asked, casting a worried glance at the exceedingly grim… "combat healer," as he sometimes called himself.
The two of them were on their way to the war council summoned by King Cailan.
"A bad dream," the bald, powerfully built man...
Scary, Solona thought as Daveth, having swallowed the vile brew from the chalice, began convulsing in their mentor's hands.
"Well, now," the bald enchanter muttered with a frown, giving their comrade's limp body a slight shake where it hung from his grip.
Craig Airel held Daveth by the left...
"We are still waiting for someone," Duncan said.
The man was calm—almost solemnly so. Even so, Neria's observant eyes could still make out a faint trace of irritation on the Commander's face. Their expedition into the Korcari Wilds in search of Darkspawn blood and the Grey Wardens' ancient...
The days at Ostagar passed usefully enough. I joined every Grey Warden sortie I could. Good men and women, all of them. Purposeful. Steady in their convictions. Faithful to their oaths. I respected that. I even had a brief little affair with one of them, working off the tension in her tent after...
"And I told you! Uldred was going to be trouble!"
"Craig," Senior Enchanter Wynne said with a frown.
She disapproved whenever I became too crude or too direct.
"What? Why is it always Craig?" I asked with a crooked smile, watching Uldred puff out his chest and proclaim something to two...
Duncan stood at the edge of the cliff, staring into the distance while a storm of emotions raged within him. Grief, disbelief, and horror twisted together in a strange union with relief and grim satisfaction. This was a Blight. Only minutes ago, he had still harboured doubts, sensing nothing...
"Listen, Greg, what about that healer of yours?"
Once the obligatory greetings and courtesies were out of the way, Robert—one of the three Templars visiting the Tower, an old acquaintance of Greagoir's and perhaps even a friend—finally broached the true purpose of their visit. Lately, this had...
The Harrowing
I have been waiting for him—waiting with equal parts apprehension and impatience. The heavy, confident footsteps of the Templar come to a halt behind me, telling me that the hour has finally arrived.
"It is time."
Ser Aivis looms over me. As always, the tall, broad-shouldered...