EoniaBansbane

Chapter 3 - Justice and Betrayal "Join us brothers and sisters. Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant. Join us as for we carry the duty that cannot be forsworn. And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten. And that one day we shall join you." "Dear, Diary, - I don't know how long I was unconscious. These words were the last I remember. I drank the blood of the darkspawn, like Duncan and Riordan told us to. I was the first of us. I smelled the Blight within it. Hesitated... and then I saw darkness around me. I was sure that I was going die... . But I heard this... voice... . This... howling... . And then I saw a shade within the fade. It was huge and smelled intense like the toxic blood of these vicious creatures... . It was so... frightening. I can't put it in words... . Not even in written ones... . I wish to forget this pain... . This burning... . I wish...for mercy... . But the Maker wants me to suffer longer... . Regards - Ignitz the Sinner." Ignitz sat on a bed in the middle of an old crumbled building. His eyes stared down the veiled red book on his lap, holding the blue shining feather in his hand. "And I'm still in the fade... ." He looked around the grey sky and the old ruins. It seemed that he was all alone out here, watched by the eyes of the demons and ghosts, maybe. Ignitz stood up and walked down the ruined hallway. "Am I dreaming? Or am I dead?", he thought by himself, "How long I've been here? ... This silence around myself drives me crazy... ." Suddenly his body felt heavy and he broke down to his knees. "Uh! What...? What's going on?!" Howling rolled over the chamber and forced the boy back on his feet. He looked around himself. "What is this?!" A shadow rushed over his head. The howling followed it. "Maker's... mercy... ." He looked upon the shadow, sitting on a little island above the ruins. Deadly white eyes stared down at him. Cleaving through his soul and burning fear into his mind. Deep violet scales were shining and the whole fade seemed to fall apart under its merciless shriek of terror. A dragon. No. Something more dangerous was staring down at him. His howling ripped upon his black sharp tusks, driving the mage back to the wall. Fear drowned his eyes and without noticing it, he stopped breathing. The howling became louder and raged havoc among the veils isles. Suddenly a ray of lightning stroke Ignitz eyes and without knowing how, he awoke in the great hall of the Wardens headquarter. It was all dark around him. He spied frightened to the walls and sides and fell off. "Whoa!" He spied around himself closely. "What? Am I... awake?" "As far as I can feel it, yes.", someone answered him. He looked behind himself and underneath his back he spotted Alistair laying on the ground. "Ah! Alistair?!" The Templar pressed the mage a bit away and held his head in pain. "Oh, man. You couldn't choose a better moment for a panic awake, do you?" Ignitz stared at him questioning. "Hm? What's wrong?" "I can't remember... . What... what happened?", the mage respond. He held his head confused and laid his hands on the eyes. Alistair helped him up and lead the way. Both sat on a bench in the hall and the Templar began to explain: "Well, Ignitz. Where should I start? The birth, the tower, Duncan's recruiting... ?" "Stop fooling around, Alistair. I mean... what happened after I drunk the blood?" "Hehehe. Okay, okay. After you drunk it, you lost conscious and fell over. Duncan and Riordan said that you'll live, but I was not sure of it. You were sleeping for two full days." Ignitz was shocked: "What?? Two days?!" "Yes. Duncan said that you've seen the nightmares and... maybe even feel them more intense than anyone of us... . You... were, well... . You were sweating strong...and sometimes... you screamed names... ." The boy silenced and watched into the hallway. "Names?" "Yeah, but I don't know which one. I wasn't there.", Alistair explained and looked into the frightened face of his companion. "Well, after Duncan left for the castle again, I was ordered to bring you to the chantry. They wanted them to take a look at you. All were really worried." "What about Riordan and the other recruits?", Ignitz ask curious. Alistair suddenly changed into a gloomy mood. He looked away from the boy and took off a small pendant that he wore. "Riordan left for Orlais.", he said sadly, "Falon followed him and...this big silent guy... . His name was Lloyd, I think. He...died...at the joining... ." "Died?!" Alistair nodded and gave the pendant to him: "Here, we have all to carry one of these pendants with us. There is some of the...blood inside so we won't forget... those who weren't so lucky like us." "I...understand... . May the Maker...watch over him... ." Both silenced again and watched each other merciful, thinking of the burden they would carry towards the future. "Dear Diary, - Another month passed since I last wrote you. The days went over like wind in the autumn. But nothing seem to have changed at all. I've got some weird nightmares and dreams. I've got more appetite lately too, just like Alistair, so it seems to be a normal state for grey Wardens. He snuck into the larder and ate nearly everything in it. All laughed at him excluding me. I was reading the documents and books in the great library, so it doesn't matter much to me. I was sitting alone all day. I never talked much with the other Wardens, not even with Duncan or Alistair if it wasn't necessary. Still I tried to get over myself, but without any luck. Alistair's talking about not being a real Templar and doing the right things annoyed me much. I know what is right and I never hated him because he was going to become a Templar. And still he seem to have nothing else to talk about. Even his jokes never changed... . I'm still not sure if I have done the right thing by joining the Wardens. At least I do not have to worry about living to long... . We've got a mission assigned by the church, because of the help we need from the circle. We will head for Ostagar soon to stop a larger horde of darkspawn emerging north from the Korcari Wilds. The church allows mages to come, but only if we Wardens prove us loyal to the Maker... Sometimes people making fighting this Blight really hard... I wonder if master Irving or Ser Gregoir will join us at Ostagar... Well, first we have to get this mission done... We were told to search for them near the north beach. Three Maleficar. Bloodmages which were responsible for resend murders in town, so the chantry says. Is it true? I don't know... . Master Duncan, Alistair and I are going to end them. But Duncan seems to hate this, even if it was a request given by the king in the name of the chantry. It's like the old days before the joining. Well... . I'll talk like it was much of a journey, but we're still at the start. I should try to concentrate on my mission for now. Regards - Ignitz the sinner." The mage sat at the campfire as a voice called his gaze away from the book he was holding. "Ignitz? Do you want some stew?", the Templar asked him politely. "Oh! It's ready already? So soon?" Duncan looked after the tents of both young Wardens before joining them for dinner. The three camped near a forest clearing at the beach, where they investigated. The sand was white and clear. Shells lined up at the beach shore and the green treetops painted the place in a harmonic color. "Are you sure this is eatable, Alistair?", Ignitz asked his friend concerned, while he eyed suspiciously on the cooked meal inside the pot. Some kind of grey colored soup with a most odd stench. The mage couldn't separate the meat from the vegetables. "What? This is real old way Ferelden stew. Didn't you get something like that in the tower, too?" Alistair was a bit hurt by the words of his companion. "Well... .", Ignitz explained, "We mostly ate fruit soup, meat and bread, but this I see the first time... ." "Then maybe you should try it.", he answered smiling, "Trust me. It don't taste so bad, even if it looks kinda odd." Duncan grinned and sat on the other side of the campfire, while watching them arguing. "Well... ." "Come on.", Alistair forced, "Try it or else you'll regret it later." Ignitz was not sure about this. He hesitated and inspected the stew once more. Alistair gave him a bowl full of the delicate, grey stew. The young boy got dizzy by the stench of the soup. "Hm... fine... ." So he took a full spoon and ate it. Alistair smiled but it faded away, while he was looking how the face of his comrade turned slightly bleached. Blue veils cross over his eyes and then he jumped up and run to a tree nearby. His bowl was falling down and wasted for earths health. He held his mouth and stumbled through the bushes. Ignitz fast vanished behind them and disgorged. Alistair jumped up. "What?! My food can't be that bad!!" He rushed toward the mage and Duncan just sat near the fire laughing about them. Ignitz crouched at the trees backside, only seeing stars and bubbles before his eyes. His dizziness broke him down, so he had to hold onto the stump of the tree not to fall in his own vomit. Alistair came to him, stopping behind the mage and turned around to keep his eyes free of the disgorged meal. "Uäh... . That's not really nice, you know! My cooking isn't that bad! You just have a nooo taste!", he argued with voice and hands, "You just--" "Alistair?", the mage responded wimpy, "Was... was... was there... ch ... cheese in the... the stew?" "Well, yes... , but--" Ignitz smashed his head against the tree stump. "Oh... Maker... " Alistair turned his glance around to look at the crouching mage: "What? What about it?" The boy tried to get up and leaned on the tree. "I... have... ." "What? Allergy against good home cooking?", Alistair jokily responded. "No", the mage answered and tried to overwhelm the dry heave, "I have... lactose intolerance... ." "You have what??" Alistair didn't understand it, turning towards the mage, who disgorged again. Alistair wasn't so pleased by that view. "Uh... I...have an allergy against dairy goods.", he answered pained. His face was pale and his eyes were runny. Duncan came up with a wide grinning on his face. He looked down to Ignitz and laughed slightly: "You should have told him earlier, Ignitz. Maybe this won't had happen." Ignitz grunt mad: "How should I have known that he....he would put cheese in a dish like that!" Then again he sunk to his knees and felt dizzy. His comrades laughed at him and helped him up. Together they sat around the campfire. Alistair searched for a bottle of water and gave it to the ill mage. "Here. Drink something. Better than letting us see your meals again.", he teased the boy. Ignitz took a sip from the bottle and stared into the fire to forget his ill feelings. But it was not that easy. "Uh... . I will stay away from your cooking from now on, Alistair... ." "Come on. Was it my fault that I had no idea of your illness?" The boy grabbed his rucksack and stood up. "I'm going to sleep now... ." "So early, Ignitz?", Duncan was quite surprised. "Yes, Sir... . First I must get my head free...of this food... . And I also....feel a bit shattered.... ." "Huh?" Alistair didn't quite follow the last part. He just watched the boy leaving the fireplace for his tent and didn't get any answer. No one mentioned something falling off his rucksack on top of Alistair's belongings. Not even Ignitz himself. He went into the tent. Everything was dark inside and smelled like a herb garden. The smell was coming from a little pile of herbs and green grasses laying on an old paper. "Goodness... . This smells fine... . It's kind of regenerating.", the boy thought before smashing his bag on the left side of his resting place. He laid down and closed his eyes. "I just hope....I don't get those...strange nightmares.....again.... ." He rolled over and was fast asleep. After the boy had left, the Templar looked over to his warden mentor. "Tell me, Duncan.", he asked, "Ignitz. He...he is from the circle of mages, right?" The old man looked to him with a very strict, but yet friendly expression. "Yes, that is true, Alistair. You were there with me, were you not? Did he not look like that for you?" "Not...really... . I saw some of the mages and even was present in one of the Harrowing that a mage must solve to become full part of it... ." He looked over to the tent of Ignitz and talked further: "He...just don't look like one of them... . His eyes are so....sad sometimes. And he seems to avoid people... . Like... ." "Like he would try to protect them from something.", Duncan ended his thoughts, "Yes... . He has many terrible memories on his mind and a great responsibility for his doings... . Ignitz fears that his might could be more of a danger than it would help... ." "And that's why he avoids even comrades?" Duncan looked into the fire with a merciful glance on his dark eyes. "No... .", he answered sad, "That's not the only reason... . Sadly... ." "Huh?" "I can't answer you further, Alistair... ." He looked to the Templar a bit uneasy: "Go sleep now. We have still much to do, tomorrow." "What? Wait!", he argued, "What other reason did he have? Tell me, Duncan. Please. I...I want to understand him better." "I can't, Alistair, because I gave him the very same promise about his past that I once given to you. All I can give you as answer is...that something terrible took part in his past... ." "I see... . Then I will not ask again, Duncan. Thanks for answering." Alistair took his belongings and walked to his tent. "Good night.", he shouted before entering his tent. He sat down on his resting place, muttering about the young mage and what Duncan told him. "Hm... ." Frustrated about not knowing all, he smashed his rucksack aside. Out of a bundle of scarves, where he placed his bread inside, a book rolled out. Alistair reached his hand out for it. As his fingers rubbed over the odd black leathery book, he mentioned that it felt somehow scared and worn off. "Huh? That's not my... .", he thought and took a closer look. Nothing was written on both binding sides. Not even on the spine. Only a faded picture of a bird was visible. "I don't remember this thing... . Hm... ." His curiosity let him open the middle of the book. It was filled with childish, dark colored pictures and incorrect written words like fear, pain, suffer and ate. "What is that? Looks like a bunch of child pictures... . F..ear... . Huh?", Alistair tried to figure the paintings out. One showed the face of a man, somehow. It was overdrawn with black ink, like someone tried to erase it. Another picture showed a black shapeless block lying inside a red river, crossing a brown circle. Still Alistair couldn't understand their meanings. He rolled the sides over and came onto a point where someone has written something. He began to read the part, where his hand stopped throwing the pages over. When he began to recognize parts of the written words, he looked pages back and sweated fearing within his thoughts. "... ... ...still....I can't deny it... . They're all dead... . It took me time to learn the words for finally speaking up my mind..... ..., but what does this change now... ? Words won't bring them back... . He got them all and.....I am responsible for this.... . I hear they're screaming behind my back... . I hear them crying, whining, suffering... . How can I ever face anyone out there! .... . I .....I wish....I would die....all......their death's... . ... ... ... ... Three years since this day... . But every year felt the same... . Mindless faces surrounding me... . They all don't know... . Looking up to my abilities and admire me for every test I pass. ....Blinded fools! Don't they see the demon behind me?! Don't they hear the voices of those who had died for my reasons! Why?! Why do they ignore everything by starring onto the surface! ... ... ... ... I was so foolish... . I should let them kill me... . Just one strike... . One blade and everything would have been over... . Why do they hesitate... ? Because I am young? ....So young...and full of these creeping dark... . Only two know what happened...and they promised not to tell anyone... . I...don't wish them to know...even if I wished they would've known... . This stench still lingers in my nose... . I never forget it... . Or that taste on my lips... . ...the Blood... . ... ... ... ... Mother.... . Please....stand up.... . Father is dead. His head was crunched by the beast I summoned... . ... ... ... ... It follows me... . It hunts me... . I sealed it, did I not? Like I called it... . Without wanting it... . It spilled the remains of the townspeople upon me... . I remember their eyes... . Their names... . ... ... ... ... Nothing will change... . Not the pain, not the suffer.... . Not the injustice I called upon them... . I will stay victim and sinner both alike... . So only your pages will remember my story.....as well as I do... . Regards - Ignitz the Sinner" "Sinner.... . Maker's....breath... . " Alistair stared down at the book. He suddenly smashed closed it and threw it away. "Maker... .", he mumbled and tried to hide his sweating, pale face under his pillow. Tears drop from his eyes, but his heart couldn't say if it was sympathy or fear. After the campfires light was fading, he still couldn't find a way to sleep. His head remembered the words written in the book. "His diary... .", he mumbled with the feeling, like the black book was watching him from the backside, "It was...his diary... . His first one... ." One the start of the next day, soon as the sun rose upon the coast, the trio of Grey Wardens was searching for the Mages again. Alistair walked a bit behind the group, still trapped in the words he had read inside the book last night. Suddenly someone knocked on his armor. "Alistair?" He looked to his side and saw the boy walking next to him. "Is...everything alright?", he asked his friend, staring at him worried. The sunlight brightens his shining soul flooded eyes. Alistair didn't answer right away, like he always had. He stared at Ignitz, sweating and not knowing what he might be thinking. He left his side and walked faster. "It's nothing.", he muttered. Ignitz was curious and a bit worried about the Templar, even if his heart tried to deny it. Duncan scouted the area around the beach and spotted a body laying on the shore. "Over there!", he commanded and rushed to the place. His recruits followed him. Alistair backed away by the stench of the corpse they found. "Ugh... ." "Ignitz. Could you look upon these wounds? Are they--" "Yes.", he interrupted Duncan and crouched next to him, "There is no mistaking. These wounds are of magical nature... . I would suggest...that this poor soul was put under a sleep spell, before his attackers wounded his chest and drained the blood right out of his body... ." "Bloodmagic... .", Alistair mumbled. Duncan stood up and scoped the area. "You two wait here. I will scout a little further. Be on guard. They might still be around." Ignitz nodded, but Alistair's eyes were caught up by the gross corpse before them. Duncan left and he was moving pretty fast. Not long and he was out of sight for the two. Ignitz looked across the sea. He thought of much things: "What happened...? Are these Maleficar truly still around? ... ... . This corpse is smelling already..., but....even if he isn't that old..., he wouldn't smell so disgusting, because of the sea water... . And.... . Wouldn't the flow already had him swept away?.... .... . Like they wanted us...to find it?.... ." "Hey.. .", a voice dragged him out of his thoughts. He turned around to Alistair, still watching the corpse, who seemed to think of something. "Yes? Is something on your mind, Alistair?", the boy asked mannered and watched the glare of his friends eyes changing. "Can...I ask you something?" Ignitz was a little confused. "Sure. What do you want to know?" Alistair suddenly dropped his rucksack down and drew the black book out of it. "This... .", he presented it to the boy, "...is yours, right?" Ignitz stared at it confused and shocked. He shook his head slightly. "My... . How did you....?" "You dropped it last night while you were off to bed... . It's....your diary...., right? Your....first... ." Suddenly the mage got enraged and shouted at Alistair, dragging the book out of his grip. "You read it?! You have read it?! Why you--?!" And both began to argue hardly. "So what was written in it are truly your words after all!! What insanity goes through your mind?! How--!" "Shut up! Shut up, you bastard!!" Ignitz embraced the book screaming like mad. "Traitor!! Monster!! How did I ever suggested trusting you! Betrayer!!" Alistair stared at him angry and a little confused: "What? You calling me a traitor! A betrayer!" Ignitz glare rose to a more hated state. His eyes glowed like open fire. "....I should have known it... . Duty is all what last eternally... . Alistair... . Don't ever..... . Don't ever talk to me again!" He jumped over the corpse, ignoring the shouts of the Templar who wanted him to wait up. He drove out a wave, that hurls sand into the air, so Alistair's sight was slim. As he could gaze upon the beach again, the boy was vanished. "Huh? Where...where is... ?" "Alistair!", Duncan screamed and ran toward him, "Alistair! What happened?! Where is Ignitz?" Still the Templar boy does not know what really happened in the end, but he tried to explain it to Duncan somehow: "Ignitz and I... . We....we got into a little fight here... . I gave him something back, that he dropped onto my stuff yesterday night, I think. He became really furious and we began to yell at each other. In the end...he run off... . He was only two or three steps away when he suddenly...disappeared... ." Duncan shook his head. "This isn't good... . We have to find him. I spotted some more corpses around the forest clearings. The Maleficar aren't far I think... ." "I'm sorry, Duncan... . I don't know why I lost...my cool so easily... ." The old Warden tried to figure out where the boy could be heading. "I hope he won't do what I think... . Alistair. What was the last he told you, before he vanished!" Alistair looked at him, concentrating on remembering his words: "I think he was talking about...Duty... . Yes. That duty is all what last eternally... . Or something like that... ." "Then we have little time. Come!" Duncan rushed onward. Both Wardens ran through the bright sandy beach, with a bad sense in the air following them. Corpses hung on trees at the forest clearing and gathered like a path of slaughter before their shocked eyes. Suddenly Alistair stopped visceral. He looked around himself. Scouting but unsure what to search for. "Alistair?! What are you waiting for?!" "The air.... . Duncan! The air here! It feels....different... . Something is not right... . It's...like an anvil would sit on my shoulders." "What?" "Maybe I just...imagine it... ." Duncan looked around and tried to feel the same sense, but he couldn't. "No... .", he answered the young boy, "I think you do sense it... . Something...related to the magic... . Maybe...the veil is thin here... ." Suddenly a scream emerged not far from them. They rushed in it's direction, hoping to not find their friend in danger. Near a cliff, the waves were more forceful. Stones grew out of the blue grasp of the sea and the clouds closed the sight to the heaven. Alistair and Duncan came into a fight, embracing the beach. Shocked they stared on the white sand, all tainted with the red rivers of blood. Fresh slain bodies covered the ground, wearing black robes, which drowned in the lake that has been built by their blood. In the middle of this massacre, six other people stood their ground, holding staffs, sword and shield. Under them, Ignitz. His whole body was covered with blood, one could barely see his face. Only the eyes remained unchanged. Enlighten white-blue, glowing focused on his enemies. "....Only five....more... .", he mumbled to himself exhausted, "Just a few...more... ." His sword was red, like a garnet jewel. Duncan and Alistair drew their weapons, rushing to the side of their comrade. "Ignitz!", they screamed. dragging the boy out of his focus. He turned around, letting his guard down. He didn't saw the spells of the mages coming. "Behind you!", Alistair shouted and the young Warden gazed back with shock. "Damn it!" A black cloud hit him on the arm, but seemed to pass through him into the ground. "What?! No!" Duncan and Alistair stumbled directly into the place, where the cloud vanished and stopped moving. "What?! Urgh! I...can't move!" Suddenly a symbol appeared across the ground. A leaf shaped wave that was shining like the sun. Alistair tried to free himself by force. His force was drifting against nothing as the symbol crossed his feed and he stumbled forward, nearly falling over. "Whoa, whoa!" The young mage cast the spell and was doing another one at that moment to shield them from a rain of thunderbolts. Duncan brought his shield and moved forward to the boy. "Ignitz! This was foolish. Coming here alone!" But he was not answering. Ignitz eyes were glowing with rage and anger. Pure hatred had taken his heart. The mage rushed forward to another Maleficar who tried to cast more powerful spells. He send his shield flying and interrupted him. Then he towered his blade upon his head and slashed it through the Bloodmage's body. The blood rained on him, while the swords edge ripped his chest wide open. The scream was unbelievable lout and painful, but Ignitz didn't care one bit. It freezes the veins of Alistair. He never saw him acting this merciless and cruel A fireball swirled over to the boy, who fast casts a spell of blazing ice that engulfed the flames. The frozen rock was then torn in half by the boys blade and he kicked up his shield back into his hand. A minor crumble was raging through the ground. Alistair felt it beneath his legs. "Another one gone... .", Ignitz voice crawled to his ears, with creeping emotionless tender, "...four more to...go... ." Duncan fought two of the mages off to the cliffs. Ignitz bothered not to follow them and concentrated on the two left. He rushed forward, while both were caring out two higher spells. Alistair couldn't stand it any more and threw his shield after his former companion, screaming angry: "Stop this bloodshed, sinner!!" Ignitz forced himself to stop, so the shield crossed his way forward. He turned over to look at the Templar with anger, forgetting the mages for one single moment. “Do not interfere, Alistair!!”, he yelled back and his eyes were lost in anger thirsting for blood. And then a storm struck him out of the blue. A raging cyclone of thunder and unbound powerful wind encircled him. The beach was drifting high up, sand was floating into the air and stones got dragged from the cliff. Duncan covered from the falling rocks behind a crumble. The mages, he chased where taken by the strong winds and carried to the black clouds. Alistair tried to duck himself into the sand, staring under his shielding arms to search for Ignitz, who was standing nearly in the middle of this chaotic storm. The bolts struggled against the ground and this sense of danger was rising again. Alistair tried to warn them, but the storm was to strong. Inside it, Ignitz prepared an area cleaning spell, to stop the storm. He mumbled angry, while concentrating: "Stupid, Templar! This is all his fault... . I...must stand....my ground.... ." His boots were glowing grey, keeping him on spot, so the raging winds wouldn't take him away. He cast his spell to dispel the storm, but suddenly a wave of danger hit his mind too. But too late... . His spell cleared the area, but also ripped the thin veil on this coast apart. Black fog was dwelling out of the ground and poison-green fissures painted the beach like hell. Screams, laughter and howling rained down on them. The sky became grey and white. It was like the whole air around them began to burn, while breathing. Fading while they watched. "What is this?!", one of the Maleficar wondered and was suddenly grasped by invisible hands. Claws which raged over his skin, wanting to bury themselves into his heart. He screamed for help, waving his hands trying to hit something that cannot be seen. The same happened to the other one. His bones broke under the weight of the ghostly hands, that seemed to come from another side. "What have I done... ?", Ignitz mumbled. His eyes stared at the Bloodmages. They saw it. They saw them. He saw their faces. "Hunger... .", he shivered in every word, "....desire.... . .....Demons... ." "Ignitz!", a familiar voice shouted to him. He slowly turned around, watching the two other Maleficar falling from the sky, crushing nearby onto the fissured coast line. The whole place was covered in a thin veil. Silky and green so he couldn't even see Alistair's face, who still called for him. "Who is there?", he asked himself, breaking apart on his stand. He spied more parts of the veil. Ruins, isles and the everlasting grey sky above. Suddenly his feet began burning. Something touched him from beneath the ground. It crawled up his legs like an insect. Slowly and spiked like a needled worm. He looked down hasty and was grabbed by a long hot paw. A hand what smouldered and burned in his eyes. "Argh! No!", he screamed fearing, "Let go off me, demon!" He stared into the eye of the godforsaken monster. A bright sun, that flamed inside a skull of magma. "Anger... . ..no... ...no...you're..." Ignitz was startled by the size of the demon, who laughed him in the face: "Hehehe... . What strange pranks fate could play... . The one mage, who never let himself to show any weaknesses before... . And now...burning in my claws... ." The beast was gigantic. Its body molted down, but was everlasting. Its eyes were brighter than the sun. Ashes, burned roots, branches and bones stretched from its body like an armor. The upper body alone was about the size of two grown men. Part of it was sunken in the sand and ashed the ground slowly. The young mage tried to free himself. "Argh! No matter what! You won't take my mind in, Hatred!" "Hahaha! You're mind? What need would it have to me, mortal!" Ignitz tried to push the hand of the demon off his body, but it only burned his skin more. He screamed with pain and suffered the heat of the demons body. "Get away Hatred! I won't let you possess me!" The demon glanced to him amused: "Oh? ... ..huhuhu... . Oh no... . I am something more.... Something worse.... ." He came near the boys ear and whispered: "I am you... ." Shocked the boy tried to move, but his legs were covered in the magma of the demon. "Hahahahaha. You're mind is useless to me, mage.... . Hatred is not sheltered by thinking alone... . It corrupts it, but it feasts on your heart... . Like I will do now!" The demon, named Hatred pushed his enormous skull-like head against the mages chest. His whole molten skin covered the boys body everywhere. Ignitz couldn't move anywhere. His arms were caught and his body strained to the demons flames. His painful screams sounded afar across the fade and the mortal world. He cried and whined in his suffering. "Nooo! Argh! Duty! I beg you! Help me! Anyone! Please!! Help me!!" "No one can help you know, boy! Your heart will be mine at last!" Ignitz power was fading. His eyes began to turn black. He lost sight and breath. He was close to pass out. Suddenly he spotted a faint, ghostly figure rushing through the grey veils. He recognized his moving and slightly smiled. "D....Duty... ." The demon couldn't move away and looked over to the appearing ghost. "What?! No! Not you again!!" "Stay away from him, Evil!", he shouted raising his sword to attack. "You won't catch me, fool! I'm almost through his heart! He will be mine!! He--!" But in the same moment as Duty rose his sword to free his friend from the demon, Ignitz was dragged out of the grip of Hatred. The boys eyes caught a last glimpse, before the pain drained him of his power. "A...listair... ." He only recognized Hatred screaming for vengeance, then someone dragged him along the beach. He remembered holding something, but it all remained in darkness for him... . "Why.... . Why did he cared?... . ....Alistair... . Please answer me... . Why did you aided me....if you hated me so much... . Liar... . You are... . And I am....the sinner... . I beg you...traitor! I must know! Why did you do that?!"

Chapter 2 - The Wolf in sheep's clothing Deep grey flashes covered the surrealistically heaven. Sorrow drowned the colors of happiness and hope. All ways seem to go nowhere. Islands of ashes and tragedy float around the dark enlightened waves, while the songs and laughter of mystical voices reached their shores. Between all this fragile dancing, Ignitz walked along the silent castle ruin of one island. In his left hand laid a blue feather, shining brightly like a star. It was an obscure sight inside this entire colorless world. In the other hand rested a book, which red binding was falling apart like glass. Ignitz wrote on the books grey pages and the blue ink of the feather remembered the hollowed songs. Beside him stood a ghostly knight, who looked much like a Templar. His armor was strong and heavy looking. The helmet had wing ornaments on each side. His bright white eyes gazed around from the little carved opening in his headgear. He glanced to the boy, who sat down on a boulder. Watchful and protective. Inside his hands rested a sword of marvel size. “So... ...you seem to like this...Alistair human... .”, he said and walked towards the boy. “It's not that I...like him, Duty... .”, Ignitz answered a bit embarrassed, “I just...think that he's...okay...for a Templar.... .” The ghost was confused: “Is this some other way for you mortals to say that you like one another?” The mage shook his head smiling, but denying. He placed the feather on the books pages and gazed up to his ghostly friend. “It's a bit different, Duty..., but...it's okay if you don't understand.” “Why do you mutter about it so much, my friend?” Ignitz watched the wandering islands around. His eyes were drowning in his inner pain. “I really do want to be friends with Alistair..., but I can't... . I may drag him into more problems, more pain than he deserves... .” “I see... . It's your duty to keep him safe.” Ignitz nodded and stood up. “Yes, my friend. It's my duty.” He looked into the grey, surrealistically heaven and whispered. “I don't want him to carry my sins...or to pity me... . It's better for all of them...if they just ignore my presence... .” “My friend, it's your duty to keep them save from your power, but to imprison yourself for it... . Do you really think you could live without happiness?” Ignitz stared at the ghost. The sorrow hasn't faded yet. His voice was filled with suffer. “I deserve no happiness, Duty... . I deserve not even life... .” The ghost shook his head. He took the boy in his embrace and rested his head on the black hair. “That's not true... . And you know it.” Ignitz smiled and chuckled slightly. “I know... . Sorry... . I...I shouldn't talk like this... .” He laid his forehead against the ghosts chest plate and closed his eyes. “You're the only friend I have, Duty... . If it weren't for you... . I don't think I could make it... .” “You always care for others more than for yourself... . Since the first time I met you, young friend.” He released the boy from his embrace and nodded at him. “You're sense for the good is tremendous, but you lack the will to stay alive... . That's what made you a target for so many demons... .” “I do fear them, Duty... . The one from the Harrowing...more than all the others... I will try not to fall prey to one... . Especially not him...” “That's why I am at your side, my friend.”, the ghost assured Ignitz, “Don't worry. I won't let any demon harm you.” The boy smiled and nodded grateful. “Thank you, spirit of duty... . I know that I can trust my life to you... .” The next day the group wandered around the forests. The air was fresh, because it had rained this morning. The grass was slippery and the smell of the refreshed leaves was covering the woods. Falon was bored and walked alongside Alistair and Ignitz. Riordan lead the group while the great silent man slowly followed him. “Man, this is boring.”, the elf muttered disappointed watching at Alistair, “When do we get to see these darkspawns?” “How should I know?”, Alistair answered, “Do I look like a darkspawn to you?” “Maybe?”, he laughed and dodged a hit from the Templar, “Whoa! Easy, fellow! I was just joking. Are all humans that aggressive or what?” He turned his eyes at Ignitz who looked around the area. It confused Falon very much. “What's up with him?” Alistair gazed at the mage, who silently spied around. He was amazed by the beauty of the forest. It was clear that he never came out of the tower often. Alistair smiled slightly and looked over to Falon. “He's a mage from the tower of mages. Maybe you already know this, but I tell you anyway.” The former Templar stared up to the tree tops and started to explain. “He lived in a tower in the middle of a lake for many years. He may not recognize the look or smell of freedom and nature.” “Okay, okay", the elf muttered, “Man, I just wanted to know what's up with him. No need for telling me his whole life story.” Riordan laughed slightly, while he listened to the conversation of the young recruits. Ignitz stared around himself. This world was completely different from what he learned from his books. The tower was everything he had known so far. The memories of free life was tainted deeply. The smells and flavors are already faded and vanquished from his mind. His eyes gazed around and his nose took in the sweet smell of flowers and wet grass. “This is...so different... . It's...so..pure...” Near a clearing inside the forest, where a small pond emerged to the surface, Ignitz walked into a little circle of flowers. He looked at them with a strange, questioning look. "Never seen a flower yet?”, Falon teased him, "That must have been a very odd life you had, then. Only knowing the world from written papers.” "Great.”, Alistair points at him angry, "Can't you just shut it once? Idiot.” “Don't tell me what to say to anybody, human!”, the elf yelled back. “Stop it, both of you.”, Riordan interfered and luckily separates the two. Alistair walked towards the young mage, who seemed to ignore it all. His eyes stared down on the flowers. The little plants and white petals made him smile softly. Riordan started patrolling, while the giant man still stayed silent. "Hey.”, Alistair approached the boy and kneed beside him. "These are...snowdrops, right?”, Ignitz asked him. Alistair looked at the flower. "Yeah. That's right. You...know these kind of...flowers?” The boy nodded slightly. He stroke the petals gently and careful. It was an odd picture for Alistair. "Snowdrops resemble consolation. Most graveyards in Ferelden use these kinds of flowers in memorial ceremonies.”, he explained to the Templar. It was a bit sad to think of. "So you had flowers in the tower?”, Alistair asked and smiled friendly. "No... .”, Ignitz answered, "But I read many books about plants and flowers.” His hand caressed the leaves. It felt odd on his skin. It was so much different than the pages of his books. Ignitz smiled slightly: "They...they are beautiful... .” Suddenly Riordan stopped. His expression was very serious. It was like he listened to something. Fast he headed back and took his sword in hand. “Listen. They're close, so be ready. Some darkspawns attack out of nowhere. We Grey Wardens however can feel them.” The giant man took his ax from the back: "Hm... .” Alistair equipped his sword and shield and Falon goes with the bow first. Ignitz looked around. He stood up and left the flowers. He took his sword and shield to his side and closed his eyes. “Duty... . I hope you will watch me from the fade. You taught me well, you'll see.” The woods became silent. It was awful suppressing. The birds singing had gone and even the wind seemed to struggle. A sudden howling frightened the young recruits. Without a warning an arrow rushed through the air and pierced into a tree not far from Riordan. “They're coming! Be ready and strong!” From the bushes they approached the four warriors and surrounded them. Driving them to the pond. “Holy maker... .”, Alistair mumbled shaking. He never saw such disgustingly looking creatures. Manlike abominations. Skinless Mindless Their smell was gross and intense. The shrieks of those creatures resounded far into the woods. Hunger and corruption embraced their eyes. Some were small and had green-like faces, others looked like rotten human bodies. “Genlocks and Hurlocks... .”, Riordan whispered, “But more than we expected.” Falon did not fear the beasts. His arrows rushed through the air and pierced into the enemies. “Now, this I call fun! Hahaha!” Alistair can't believe this elf, but he hesitated no longer too. His heart demanded him to protect the mage from the incoming force. With new bravery, he stormed onward to the enemy, cleaving his sword through their flesh. The giant slayed the beasts on the opposite side of the battlefield. His ax leaves no darkspawn standing. Their screeches filled the air, like their tainted blood the ground. Riordan too was fighting on the other side and watched that no one would get into too much trouble. His sword let the darkspawn bleeding on the ground. Suddenly an Alpha Hurlock appeared behind the ranks. A giant darkspawn covered in a golden armor. In his hands he held an ax, which was big like a child. He jumped off the knoll at the pond. His fall let the water break over the shore. He rushed forward to slay the Templar. Alistair dodged his first ax swing and tried to defend himself with his shield. The sharp blade nearly broke through the wood and left deep scars on it. “Holy maker! What is that thing?!” Alistair found no way out of the confrontation. The beast was not letting him get away. Riordan went over: "Alistair!”, but the darkspawns blocked his way. Falon tried to help Alistair, but he missed the monster. "Shoot!” The elf let his guard down. He got surrounded by two Genlocks and Falon couldn't shot at this close range. “Damn it!”, he muttered angry and switched to his daggers, “Move it, Alistair! Get away from--” ”Alistair! Get down!” Ignitz voice resounded like an eagles cry over the trees. Alistair's reflexes told him to crouch down. Over his head an arrow of Thunder rolled through and hit the Alpha Hurlock, so he felt backwards. He hold the burning space on his armor screaming with pain. The Genlocks looked toward the mage, who ran against them with a battle cry, holding his sword and shield. He jumped a little forward and smashed his shield against one Genlocks head. The other one tried to hit the boy, but Falon smashed it from its feet. Both stabbed their blades into the shrieking beasts. Then the elf switched back to the bow and shot the Alpha Hurlock down again, who tried to get up. Riordan ordered: “Move together! We need to stand up against them!” A fireball hit the ground, behind him, smashing Riordan a step forward. Riordan rolled over and looked back at his side. “Damn! Magician!” “Leave this to me!”, Alistair shouted and looked at Ignitz, who approached the Alpha Hurlock. The young mage raised his hand and pressed his fingers up, whispering strange words. They floated around the air like wind, brushing through the tree tops. Then he strengthened his hand and ice engulfed the big darkspawn. The Alpha Hurlock began freeze from the legs upwards. Ignitz watched the monster, while it embraced by a cold blast of ice. He pressed his fist to the ground. “Stone Fist!”, he shouted and rose the arm again, followed by a massive stone arm structure. Ignitz punched forward and shattered the Alpha Hurlock with this magic. The mage turned around and watched Falon and the others fighting. He glanced at Alistair, who was attacking the Genlock mage. In a reflex on a movement of the mage beast, he threw his shield like a discus. Another darkspawn appeared and grabbed him from underground. He shocked and looked at its claw on his leg. Ignitz took the sword and pierced it through the arm of the beast. Quickly he cast the spell of Thunder once more and shocked it off of his leg. While the sound of fighting rung to his head and the smell of darkspawn blood filled the air, Ignitz gazed around and whispered to himself: “Magic fights magic... . And magicians failures will went over... .” He closed his eyes in mercy and aversion. "Maker... . Forgive me..., for I have sinned again... .” Riordan and the others slayed the last darkspawns. The recruits watched over the corpses of these monsters. The giant investigated them, to be assured that every beast was dead. Riordan approached the young mage, smiling with amazement: "This was most impressive, young boy. You all did well.”, he complimented the group. Ignitz stared at the Warden, sorrow in his eyes. He looked to the flower field what perished under the tainted blood of the darkspawns. Tears crossed his face and he walked toward the vanishing garden. "So....that happens with those...who got tainted by their blood... ?” Riordan nodded, but didn't answered the question with words. Alistair took Ignitz's sword and shield to carry it for him. The boy watched a single snowdrop dying between his fingers. ”… … … .” He looked around and then to Alistair, who glanced at him with compassion. He reached sword and shield toward the boy, who stood up and took both back. "Let's go ... . I don't want to see this any longer... .” "Why do you grieve so much?”, Falon ask more confused about the mage. Ignitz turned around and stared to the flower field again. His shivering voice seemed to be all what now crossed the forests clearing: "All this beauty...wasted for nothing... . And even if we won..., this clearing has lost everything... .” The elf didn't understand it, but before he could answer the mage, he went on: "I sinned again... .” "Again?”, Falon asked. Riordan looked at the corpses around himself. "Why do you think so? You've destroyed the ones who wanted to destroy everything. To stop the Blight... It is no sin at all.” "To stop it may not be a sin, master Riordan... . But to feel excitement and pleasure in killing others and enjoying them to die...is unforgivable... .” "Dear Diary, - today I saw what the Blight can destroy... . I know from books and scripts what might lies inside the failure of this abominations called darkspawns. Even if those creatures are meant to be slain..., I can't resist feeling sorry for their demise... . ... . And yet still I enjoyed their death's... . Why did it pleasured me so much? Now I regret leaving the tower even more... . But I will still hold on. We took the blood with us and tomorrow we will reach Denerim again. Then we'll take place in the joining ritual, but... . But still, deep in my heart... . I don't know if I am still worthy of being a Grey Warden... . I have to wait... . To wait and...to pray... . Regards - Ignitz the sinner"

Chapter 1 - The new Warden Generation “Dear Diary, - It's been two days since Duncan, Alistair and I left the circle. We traveled across the north highway towards Denerim. I never expected this. I once saw these plains and plants in pictures and books. I once lived in this...outside world. I was out here, but it feels so unreal now. Like a dream. These beautiful colors. The smells and sounds. So nice... Duncan thinks that it might be, because of the long time I lived in the tower. Alistair, the one that traveled with Duncan, used to be a Templar in practice. I don't know why he stares at me like that. Maybe he thinks that I fear him? That I am scared of his Templar abilities? Or does he fear me for breaking his nose? I did not talk much with him since that accident... I hope he's not mad with me. Duncan said that we both going to fight together often after the joining. I hope that we can get along somehow, even with these...differences. Duncan wants me to be more social. He said that I am to timid, or something like that. I don't know if this is really necessary. I don't have much to talk about anyway. I lost so much since I left the tower. My nice dark room, the library with all its books, the creature laboratory and that nice cranking sound that went through the halls when the Templars walked by the door. There is so many stuff I had left behind. Mostly the books, artifacts and the loneliness. I can't go back there now. Never again, so they say... Master Irving said that the Wardens are now my new family, but how can someone replace the only family one knew? I really miss my bookshelf. I miss all the books about the history of Ferelden. All the places described in it... . Maybe I will see some of them myself. The only things that I took with me on my journey are my magician robe, my Ice staff, the violin that Ser Gregoir used to play when I was younger and you, my Diary. It's not much, but all I really need. Duncan and Alistair seem to understand each other well. I'm a bit at a loss here... . Hopefully I can get along with Alistair as well. I hope we arrive at Denerim soon... . Regards - Ignitz the sinner.” Ignitz closed the diary fast as the young man with blond-brown hair jumped behind him, trying to spy onto the pages. “What are you writing there all the time?”, he asked the mage and tousled with the iron glove through his black hair. “It's none of your business, Alistair.” The mage lifted the hand off his head. Alistair was grinning and looked teasing down to Ignitz. “What is so important? Do you write a little love story?” He laughed, but Ignitz ignored his childish behavior and walked a bit faster. “Guess again, if you like. I won't tell you.”, he said and went towards Duncan. He looked up to him, irritation in his eyes and frustration all over his face. “Do you really think that he could be a good Warden as well?” “Who?”, Duncan asked joking, “Alistair? Why not?” He laughed at the angry expression of the mage. Ignitz placed his diary back in his rucksack while listening to Duncan laughing. “Haha. Don't worry. He's more capable than he looks.” “It's not his looks that disturbs me. It's his behavior.” Duncan glanced at the boy and than to Alistair, who caught up to them. “Man, you're really gloomy.”, he said to Ignitz. The boy looked over to him and started arguing. “I'm not gloomy!” “What then? Maybe depressed?” “I'm all fine right now, thank you!” “Oh, so that's how you look when you're happy?” “Enough!”, Duncan interrupted them slightly angered, “You two should try to get along. We can't let such silly discussions separate us, understood?” Both looked at him and muttered their discontent: “Yes, Duncan... . Sorry... .” After another day of long travel, they reached Denerim at night. A giant city protected by high walls. Ignitz was impressed by Denerims palace and the high buildings of wood and stone. He never saw such facilities, beside the pictures in his books and the paintings at the tower. It was like he was walking through a dream world. The guards, the people, the animals. Everything caught his attention at once. The sweet scent of baked goods at the market, the birds singing on the roofs and the people seem to talk all at once. It was so crowded that he felt lost. Still he tried to follow his Warden commander. Duncan guided them to the Grey Wardens headquarter. He entered the base. The two recruits followed. The hall was decorated with the banner of the griffon and a long blue carpet greets their boots. “Welcome, Duncan.” A man with short black hair, a bristly beard and gloomy white eyes approached the group. They crossed the arms and bowed slightly to welcome each other. Ignitz studied the move with curiosity, while Alistair was wondering a bit. “Riordan, my friend.”, Duncan said friendly, “It's good to see you.” “The same goes for me, old friend. Ah, and I can see you have two new capable recruits.” The two went over to look at Alistair and Ignitz. Alistair greeted the Warden, while Ignitz scrutinized Riordan. “Well met, young boys. I'm Riordan, one of the Grey Wardens of---” “You're from Orlais...”, Ignitz broke into the greeting, silencing the group with his observing response. “That's right, young boy. Is...that a problem with you?” The mage shook his head. “Ah, sorry for interrupting you.”, he apologized and waved his hands, “No, no. I only asked to get assurance. I read several historical texts about Orlais. To hate people because of the crimes of the past that have no concern to those of the present is injustice, like it is to hate people without knowing them.” “Hm... . An interesting boy, Duncan.” “Riordan. These are Alistair and Ignitz. Alistair was trained to become a Templar and Ignitz is one of Irving's master students of the circles tower.”, Duncan explained. “A Templar and a mage. What an odd combination.” Alistair seemed to be a bit nervous. Riordan and Duncan lead them into a hall, where two other recruits where waiting. One was a little filthy looking elf with dark brown hair and a funny tattoo along his cheeks. It reminded Ignitz of the talons of eagles. The other one was a tall man with a shaved head and dark blue eyes. A gigantic ax was hanging on his back. The elf got two daggers stuck on his belt. Both looked at the other two slightly annoyed. Within the hall was a great fire pit in the middle of the room, which heated the chamber and scared the shadows away. “Now that everyone is attended, we can start the joining.” “Is everything ready, Riordan?”, Duncan asked and looked around, watching every recruit. “Yes, everything is ready.” “Good.” He turned to the four recruits and began to explain: “Before we can begin with the ritual, you four have to master a task first.” “Nice.”, Alistair stumbled in, “More surprises.” Ignitz instead was ready for anything: “What do you want us to do, master Duncan.” “You will go into the nearby woods with me, searching for a group of darkspawn scouts. The king's patrols have spotted them for about three days.”, Riordan explained, “We will seek them out, eliminate them and fetch four bottles of their blood.” The elf with the dark brown hair waved away: “So we need to prove our skills against the darkspawns itself?” “That's right, Falon.” Duncan gazed at all the recruits while Riordan explains the task. After the explanation, they went to the larder. “So.”, Duncan inspected the stored items, “You need to be prepared when first encountering darkspawns. So choose a weapon and some armory.” Alistair decided to take a balanced Warden long sword and his Templar shield together with a fine iron scale mail. Falon took a bow and light leather armor with a pair of leather boots and gloves. The colossal, silent man didn't take anything. He decided to use his own equipment. Ignitz took longer than the rest of the group expected. When he came back, his preparations seem not to have changed much, beside a shield of hardwood and a sword on his back. “I... .”, so he spoke, “I take this sword and shield with me.” “A mage with a sword??” Alistair was clueless. He never heard of a mage fighting with swords. “I'm more than just a mage, Alistair. I learned how to fight with sword and shield. A...friend of my taught me. Besides, I wasn't done yet.” Ignitz looked to Riordan and Duncan. “I take the shield and the sword with me. And I took a leather shirt and a light chainmail too.” “What?!”, Falon ask, “A chainmail?! Wouldn't that slow you down?” Ignitz muttered: “Do you all have to act so surprised? I said before, I'm not just any mage.” “Then what mage are you?!”, Felon asked again. The crew started laughing, but Ignitz felt a bit uncomfortable. Was it that strange, he wondered. Duncan nodded and approached the little group. “Good.”, he said, “Rest now. You have much to accomplish tomorrow.” "Dear Diary, - I don't know how to explain this. I've got such a strange feeling inside me. Always, when I look around myself. When I smelled the grass on the road and the leaves upon the tree branches, even when I hear the birds singing. I can't explain it. It all makes me...somehow excited and...happy. Even when I'm around other people. They stare at me like I was some Griffon, awakened from the depths of history. Like I was some kind of monster or crazy man. Maybe they don't see mages often without Templar around them. You know, I stopped praying every night. It would take too much time getting up late and leaving for the Chantry every time. I don't even know if I could find my way back... . I don't want to disturb Duncan's mission, so I pray at camp or in my room when it gets dark. But today I will enjoy my first clear night sky. Regards - Ignitz the sinner.” Ignitz closed his diary and laid it down on his belly. He stared toward the roof, while he was laying on the bed. He started to investigate his room. While looking around, he pressed the diary closer. "It's a nice room... .”, he thought, while he looked around. The room inhabits a study desk, a great bed, a bench under a great single window where a single candle burned, a coat hanger. It was filled in every corner, but still all seemed so empty for him. "It's a nice room... , but it's still not home... .” Ignitz jumped up and looked to the door. He left the bed and walked toward the coat hanger, took his mage cloak from it and put his boots on. He dressed up and walked over to the desk, where a violin case leaned on the table. He took it, put out the candle and left the room. In the silent, dark hall only the moonlight enlightened the pass along the windowed floor. Ignitz was watching out to the sky. He searched for a way outside the hall and passed by the many rooms of the other Wardens. The wooden floor squeaked, gritted and creaked under his foods, but no one seemed to hear it. When the floor crossed he opened a window and jumped over to a nice place on a nearby roof. Ignitz didn't hesitated once. Crawling up the roof was like two times louder than his walk through the hall, but still it mattered little for him. Finally sitting on a perfect position, Ignitz took the violin out of the case and stored his diary in it. His eyes focused on the stars above his head. Sorrow drowned his soul and for one moment, his eyes seemed to blacken. He grabbed the violin with soft hands and stroke over the fine wood. “I miss the tower...”, he thought with grieve. Than his play began. It was a heart taking melody, filled with intensive emotions of sorrow, yearning and regrets. His hand held the violin bow and stroke it over the strings of his instrument like a gentle wind. The guards and people of Denerim were listening to the lovely melody without knowing where it came from. They stared up to the sky and wondered, but muted in awe. Ignitz was bound by his music. He remembered the halls and walls of the tower. He saw the faces of mages and the Templar. The boy sighed deeply and at the end of his play a voice asked from his left side: "Do you play better when you're sitting more than ten feeds over the ground?” Ignitz turned to his side and spotted Alistair, trying to reach him up there. He nearly fell of the roof, while jumping over from the window. "Whoa! Whoa!” He rowed with his arms in the air, close to fall backward down into the street. Ignitz slithered down to him, grabbing one of his arms and dragging him on the roofs site. Both set down and Alistair was fighting for breath. He thought he's now going to break his back. "Why you're still awake, Alistair?”, Ignitz asked a bit angered by his appearance, "Shouldn't you rest before tomorrow?” ”I could ask you that too. How did you get over here without falling off, like me?!” Alistair was truly worried, even if he tried to joke around like always. "I jumped.”, Ignitz said. "Really?” "Yes.” Both stopped talking again and Alistair looked at Ignitz slightly mad. "You don't want to tell me that I'm fat or something, do you?” "Why should I? It doesn't matter to me.”, Ignitz answered raising his hands in innocent. Then he started starring at Alistair wondering. "What?”, the Templar asked confused. "I'm still wondering why you're not sleeping.” Alistair sat a bit away from the pit between the window and the roof, frightened to fall again. "Well, I heard the music and wondered where it came from, so I walked the hall along and found an open window. When I looked up the roof, I thought a bard had lost his way and tried to ask--” "Uh... . Alistair. I was just trying to find someplace to play.” Ignitz gave himself a face palm and crawled up again. Alistair followed him muttering: "Yeah. So there is nowhere better to play than on the roof. Did you do that in the tower too?” "Yes.”, the mage answered clear. "What?!” "Is this so strange? We can't go outside, so I played on the roof top. Well... . I had to convince Ser Gregoir first, but he saw no problem with that.” Alistair crawled beside him, gazing shocked at his face: "He allowed you to play on the top roof of the tower?! Without the doubt or fear that you could escape or even fall?!” Ignitz wondered even more. "Why do you care about that? I'm a mage and you're a Templar. Shouldn't you hate or distrust me or something?” Alistair hit him with his fist soft on the shoulder. "Don't be silly. I'm not a full Templar. I never swore my vows. I got recruited before I had to.” He smiled at the boy: "Besides, Duncan said we should try to get along, so I have to care for the smaller members of us recruits.” Ignitz looked at him protesting. "I'm not small!” Alistair began laughing and almost lost his footing. “Whoa, whoa!” Ignitz grabbed his collar and dragged him back. "Careful, Alistair!” "Whoa! Thanks, that was a close.” “It's...nothing. Don't mind.” Silence surrounded them again. They both sat on the old roof and started starring to the sky. Only the stars and the Moon were watching them. Ignitz putted his violin back at its place and grabbed the diary. He embraced it with his arms, like he feared the wind could steal it away. "Say, Ignitz.”, Alistair asked, "Why do you never speak to anyone?” Ignitz thought for a moment, before he answered with little depression. "I don't want to share my life with other... . They could become friends... Its something I don't want...” "Huh?” The young mage stood up, grabbed and closed the violin case, slithered the roof down and waited at the windows side for Alistair. "Come... .”, he said, "We have to rest, so we're ready for tomorrow... .” And so his eyes filled with sorrow again. "Dear Diary, - My mind seemed to die... . I...hate myself for what I've said to Alistair... . I...really want to be friend with someone in this world... . But it's better this way... . I don't want to rest my suffer on their shoulders, like I already did with Duty... . Why must life be so cruel? Why must we decide which way we have to go? I wish there was any way to save Alistair and his friendly nature from my cursed powers... . I will pray again. Pray for him to forget about me... . And that he can become a Grey Warden. - Regards - Ignitz the sinner.”

Chapter 0 - Mages Destiny “Fourteen years... . I still can't forget... Fourteen years...and nothing has changed... I still hear it clear in my mind... The devastation... The horror... The suffering... ..my sins... And yet I still live... I'm sitting here in the corner of my room, still reading the same old books over and over again. Templars watching us from every side, but it's no bother for me. I'm passing the pages of the books, knowing what was described on them. Fourteen years. Since this I'm spying the world from across the fade. Living hidden from the reality outside my sunken world of old pages and papers. Prisoner of the tower of magi. Why...? Why didn't they kill me, when they had the chance... . I'm a soul of injustice... . I'm sinner. And now... I'm a mage of this circle....” A young boy was sitting alone under the fading light. One candle glowing kept the room free of darkness. The boy stared down on the inked sides of his book. His dark hair reminded of crows feathers. Pitch black with a slight blue sparkling, when the candles fire danced for him. Sometimes he looked up and around himself. The Templars passed by his room often. Gazing inside and watching him closely. But the boy did not care. He closed the book and laid it on his bosom. Gathering breath and thoughts, he massaged his eyes to clean off the struggle. He seemed to think of thousand words to explain his pain to the Maker. The brown eyes watched down for a bit, while the light of the candle struck the floor. After some thoughts the young boy fetched the book and stowed it into a shelf near his desk. Then he grabbed another book, with a blue-backed of leather out and started writing. “Dear Diary, I again read all the books about Andrastes life and the ways of the Maker. Those stories aren't interesting anymore. They sadden me much and I began to remember this day. I remember the time before I came here. The village, the people and the forests are so close. I can feel them sometimes. I feel the wind on my face and the grass between my fingers. I can smell the spring flowers, which blooms around the houses. .... But all this is long past. It's a memory now, which pains me more than ever before. I wish I could do something. Not to forget it, but to make it never happen. ... … …” He stopped his hand. The inked feather floated above the page and little driblets painted a black spot. The boy sighed deeply and swallowed the force of sorrow down. Then he started writing again. “I managed the Harrowing last Monday. Ser Gregoir and the first enchanter Irving were very proud of my abilities. I'm not sure, though... . Magic is filthy and brought more pain upon us than we imagined... . Without the spirits help, I surely had lost to that demon... . He saved me... . More than once... . But I still struggle to tell anyone of his existence and guidance... Master Irving and Ser Gregoir, both of them know me well. They knew me long enough to understand... . They are the only people inside the tower and maybe even on this side of the world that I really can trust. But would they believe me? … … … I'm confused and restless. I have only little friends and little contact to others in the circle. In the end, it could be the best for all if it stays that way. Maybe... … But I have bored you enough with my thinking's today, diary. Now I will go to the chantry, like every night. But first I have to see Master Irving again. He wants to introduce me to someone. I hope that I don't have to talk with that person. Regards - Ignitz the sinner” The young boy placed the book back from where he took it. He put out the candle and walked to the door. As he was about to leave a Templar came by. Ignitz bowed slightly and closed the door. In the hall, there were many Templar on patrol. They greet him too, but he only waved his hand this time. There was no smile and no word. The torches burned brightly and lightened the hall, leading shifting shadows through the statues guarding the walls. The young boy stared at the stoned men and women, ignoring the Templars on his way. At the end of it, Ignitz walked down the stairway. He entered the lower level of the tower and knocked on a big black painted wooden door right in front of him. "Master Irving? It's me, Ignitz. May I come in?” An old mans voice answered his question: “Sure, my boy. Please, come in.” After opening the door, Ignitz stood before two people. Both were not far from the study table, what was covered with thousands of books. Bookshelves were placed at the walls, holding many tomes, artifacts and magical items. The room felt warm and caring, yet knowledge seem to fly around like a dusty cloud. Ignitz looked around before approaching his master. An old man with a grey beard and dark eyes, wearing a green robe. His skin was crumbly and marked his elder age. Beside him stood another man with a dark taint, covered in a shining silver armor with a white robe. His hair and beard were black and fuzzy. He watched the boy with eyes, shining like the fire of a spirit. Bright and white. It gave such a spooky aura that it frightened the boy. Ignitz came closer, starring at the guest of his master with suspiciousness. “Ignitz, this is Duncan.”, the first enchanter explained, “He's a Grey Warden and came to search for new recruits.” “It's nice meeting Irving's best student in the tower. I heard good thinks about you, even from Ser Gregoir.”, the Warden friendly approaches, but Ignitz did not respond to him in a same manner. “I see...”, he said rather calm and distant, “I welcome you, master Warden.” He looked to his master questioning: “But what does this have to do with me, First Enchanter?” “Well... .” Irving began to explain, “Duncan is in need of more skilled Wardens to fight an incoming Blight. Mages rarely were able to become Grey Wardens. Duncan needs any help he can get. So I thought... .” “I'm sorry... . I'm not interested.” Ignitz answer rolled through the silent hall. He shook his head while starting to leave Irving's room: “Grey Wardens fight the Blight, which was a cause of mages failures... . I will not go and make the mistakes of the past over and over again.” Duncan watched the boy with interest, while Irving tried to convince him. “My my, student. We've learned from the past failures. Nothing will start over, as long as we stand focus on our goal.” “Master, this is insanity! I won't risk this. You best know what I've done... . You saw me!” The boy bit his lips in force to swallow the anger and memory. It was like he was forcing himself to silence. “I will not leave the tower to put children and families in danger again.”, he then muttered ashamed of himself, “I'm a sinner, first enchanter. I can't... . I'm sorry.” Then he walked off without looking back. Irving shook his head, disappointed and a bit merciful. Duncan walked over to him. “An interesting little mage.”, he said, “He seems to understand the power given to him. Maybe even a bit too well... .” Irving nodded approving: “Yes... . That is right, Duncan. And if I guess well, you're not going to leave until you changed his mind.” Duncan smiled, thinking of the resistance this boy could give him. “He's young...and yet still he's knowledgeable like his masters.” Duncan followed the boy outside, leaving Irving to his duties. The old man looked after him, knowing he can't stop it anymore. Ignitz was wandering back the hallway. Neither the mages nor the Templar seem to bother him much. He just continued on and passed through a door on the right. Not knowing that Duncan was following him all the time. Ignitz mind was filled with fury and despite to himself. It made him sad. He lid a candle in one big hall and walked with the light toward the middle of the room. He gazed around himself and the darkness seem to be his only companion this night. Ignitz was sure that he was alone now. He passed by the way and crossed through the lines of benches in the hall. Finally he stopped at the statue of Andraste, putting on the candlelight's around it. He kneed before the stoned idol and began his prayer. It was a silencing singing that kept the noise from the outside down. It was not loud at all, but still seem to fill every little space. The old Warden slowly left his hiding spot in the shadows. He tried to be as quiet as possible, so he wouldn't disturb the boy. Duncan set down on the bench at the last right corner. He muted by the prayer and listened carefully. Ignitz voice was now the alpha of every sound in the hall... . “Maker - oh Maker. One who blessed us - one who leads us. See me - watch me - while I'm praying your name. Andraste - oh bride. Chosen woman - broken defender of us all . See me - watch me - while I'm singing your name. Holy idols for all of us people. Savior and Guardian - for the people which you both loved and guided. I'm praying - I'm bidding - searching for answers - searching for freedom. Freedom for body - freedom for soul. Rescued from the chains, which kept me from living without fear. Holy idols - please listen to me. My singing - my praying - is not for me. It's for the people - for children - for creatures and plants - for the sea and the lands. Save them – Maker. Protect them – Andraste. From the curse, I hold within me. So let it be.” Silence came over the hall. Ignitz stood up to engulf the flames of the candles again, but a voice shocks him to the bones. “An unusually prayer, my friend.” The boy quickly turned around and glanced at Duncan sitting on the bench. “What?! You! What are you doing here?” Ignitz was furious, but also impressed that he hasn't recognized him beforehand. “It's really odd for a mage to pray for safety to other people. And even more odd, that he thinks of him as a cursed one.” Duncan answered and stood up. He walked towards the boy with his arms crossed before his chest. “It's no answer to my question, Warden. What are you doing here?” Duncan watched the statue of Andraste: “A curse. The most mages tell me it's a gift of the Maker, but you're praying for safety from it.” ”Stop avoiding my question!”, Ignitz shouted through the dark hall, waving his hand angry. Duncan seems to bother him much more than the Templars. The old man laughed slightly, what makes the boy even more furious. “Listen, Warden. I said I'm not interested! It doesn't matter to me how much you need mages to fight the Blight! I won't go!” Duncan looked at the angered face of the boy. His eyes seem to pierce through his soul. “You said, that you're a sinner before. Could you explain this to me?” “What? Why don't you go ask master Irving or Ser Gregoir!”, Ignitz muttered before he walked away, “I don't have time for such foolishness.” “But time enough to pray for death... .”, Duncan answered and made the boy stop. Time was standing still. Ignitz looked over his shoulder. Sorrow has taken his eyes. “How can you understand? ...You never saw the horrors we endure each night we dream... .” He left the Warden, who was even more curious about the boy now. The young mage left the chantry and nearly ran into a young man wearing a scale armor. “Whoa! Sorry!”, he yelled surprised and dodged around the boy, “Didn't see you there.” The young man caught Ignitz attention. He looked cheerful and friendly, but it was an unknown face for him. The aura coming from his smile, his soul, felt familiar. Ignitz watched him walking around like he was looking for someone. He wondered for a moment and lowered his speed. He walked backwards, watching the young man interested and confused. Slowly he turned around and tried to forget the encounter, but he wasn't aware that it would be so hard. Days and weeks passed by the tower. Duncan stayed and so did the ominous young man. In time Ignitz learned that the youngster was called Alistair. He happened to ran into him all the time. He smiled and joked around a lot. It irritated the boy. The two were very stubborn and wouldn't leave the tower. Everyday was a fight for sanity and silence. Ignitz found no rest and no peace anymore. The Warden wouldn't leave him alone. One day at the chantry, Ignitz was questioned about his past again. The two men followed him all over the place and he really wished for peace once more. “Why wouldn't you tell us about it?”, Alistair joked again and smiled at the frustrated boy, “Its not like you burned a chantry down, is it?” The mage gazed at the youngster and crunched his teeth. He was irritated to the limit. “Come on.”, Alistair dogged him. “No...”, he answered. They repeated this pattern several times as Ignitz was about to leave the chantry chamber, the young man blocked his way and grinned slightly. “Come on. Please!” “I said no!”, Ignitz yelled at him and punched him right into the face. His anger was strained enough and he couldn't shove it down any longer. His punch was hard and made Alistair's nose bleed. Duncan walked over worried, but stopped with a surprised look on his face as Ignitz started to panic. The boy kneed down to the young man and tried to help him desperately. “Oh no! What have I done!?”, he stuttered and looked around hasty, “Oh no! Oh no! I...I'm so sorry. I...I didn't want this! Are you alright?” The behavior of Ignitz made Duncan think. The boy struck Alistair down, but he regretted it right away. He panicked and got worried within no time. Was he acting on emotion alone this time? The young mage went outside and got one of the Templar to help out. Duncan pointed at Ignitz and wanted him to come over. Alistair was taken outside the chantry and Ignitz was left alone with the Warden once more. He took a deep breath and walked back to Duncan. First both stared at each other. Duncan saw the desperation clearly within his eyes. Ignitz sighed once more, not knowing if he would be ready to reveal himself. “Do you wish to talk now?”, Duncan asked with a soft and caring voice. Ignitz sighed anew unsure. He looked at the Warden and felt somehow save. It was like Duncan gave away an aura of safety and understanding. “Can you imagine a child? Three years old? Sitting at a lake at night, covered in blood all over?”, the boy described. Duncan sat down again and nodded. He listened well and tried to see this picture. “The child...was me... . And I was covered in the blood...of my first victims... . The first victims...of my magical skills... .” The boy sat down on a bench next to Duncan, watching the light of the candles. “That's how they found me. The Templars... .” He gathered his thoughts once more. He embraced his legs and placed his forehead against the knees. It was painful to watch, even for Duncan. And so the boy told him the whole story.... “My father was a mage as well... . We lived not far from Lake Calenhad... . In a village hidden in the near forests... . No one there knew that he was a mage, I guess... . We lived a good life... … ...so I thought... . But fathers greed for power was intense... . I was just three years old, but I never forgot this day... . Two days before my fourth birthday. At night, he summoned something from this place all here call....the Fade... . I was still awake and hungry so I went downstairs... . I had to go through the living room and there I saw him... Father was standing in a circle... . It was glowing on the carpet... . He stood right above mother and....and... .” The boy struggled telling. His hands nervously grabbed around his neck. Tears ran over his face. Again he swallowed the words and whispered them. “He beheaded mother...and laughed at me... . I remember that voice... ...this ...inhuman... ...laughter... . I hear it...every time I close my eyes... .” The boy cowered in his position. He clawed his fingers around his robe. The eyes drowned within his tears. “I don't know what happened next... . Mothers eyes looked at me... . All became silent and my cries muted within my throat. Then a lightning stroke by... . And a creature awoke... . Father laughed... . I screamed and the roof started rotting... . Then another creature came forth the ground... It was bigger and smelled like... . I don't know... . Rotten... Bathed in filth... There is nothing I could compare too... . Its eyes stared at me with hunger, but it first ripped father and his creature in half... . It ate them... . Crunched their bones... I ran... . I just ran... .” He started shaking his head and pushed it against the knees. “Everything was so dark that day... . But I could feel it. Beside me... . Behind me... . Everywhere... It killed everything while hunting me... . A Mabari tried to protect the children of it's master, when I passed through the village gate... . I heard it screaming when I left... . The guards screamed and the whole forest seem to drown in the blood of these people... . While running...I heard them... . The cries... . This...terror... . I never stopped once... . I never looked back... . When I reached Lake Calenhad...it found me... . I thought I was going to die like them, but... . It just disappeared. It spit the blood and remains of its victims down on me... . Laughed at me and...vanished... . The whisper of this thing was hunting me... . Saying to me...~I fulfilled your wish, mortal.~ ... ... ... . It is true... . I killed them... I killed them all... ..I'm the sinner... .” Ignitz cowered on his bench. After he ended his story, Duncan realized the pain and suffering he kept away. “You were young, Ignitz... .”, he said to him, “You wanted justice. That's not a sin... . What happened was a cause that your father brought to himself, even if your power summoned this creature.” Ignitz looked at the old man grieving with pain. “No... . Age is meaningless... And even if father made it happen... . It was because of me that it came to this...” “Would it been better if you had died?”, Duncan asked him. Ignitz did not know how to respond at first. He gazed into the dark, his tears dripping from the cheeks. “It would've been better if the Templars had killed me that day...” “So they did not. You should try making the best of this time.” The boy looked at Duncan quite sour. It was like the old man was mocking him. “Like joining your order and fight a failure mages produced with magic...” The boy shook his head. “Why do you bother so much? I don't understand it... . I said it before. I said it over and over, but you keep asking. I won't go, Warden.” “You said that what you've done was injustice. But... Why do you pray for freedom, when you could choose between dead or mollification?” Ignitz looked at the Warden with disapprove: “We are given life for a purpose, Warden. Ending it on our own is injustice... . And to force others in doing so as well... . Wishing... It's the only way left for me... .” “So you really think that killing yourself or to force someone to kill you would be injustice?” Duncan looked at the boy with much interest and awaited his clear answer. “Yes... .”, he said and Duncan asked right away: “But isn't praying for death a clear call to the Maker? So you would ask or in this case force the Maker to end you?” “What?! It's... ......I....” Duncan looked at him, holding a smile behind. The confusion of Ignitz was a very awkward moment. “Damn it!”, the boy shouted angered by his own foolishness. “Wouldn't it be better to use your skills for good? Like stopping the Blight?”, Duncan asked again. “But the Blight was a failure caused by mages... . Why would magic help making it better?” Duncan smiled at the boy, standing up and laying his hand onto his shoulder. “Maybe it can't... . But maybe it can, too. To find out, we have to try.” Ignitz looked up to the Warden. He became silent and gazed into the depths. Moments passed before the boy hung his head and sighed deeply. He stroke away the tears on his cheeks before looking at the Warden again. ”.....Huh.... ... . You're more stubborn than Ser Gregoir, Warden... . Fine. I'll accept.” Then Ignitz looked away and sighed once more. “But please... Don't tell him about it... Don't tell anybody... I do not deserve pity... ...mercy... Nor do I want it... ...” “Dear Diary. I met Duncan, leader of the Grey Warden in Ferelden. He's kinda ...strange person... . He asked me to join the Wardens. I refused several times over, but he never left. What was he looking for? Was I really the one he was searching for? What is so special about me? I wonder... He never left until he convinced me to join his order. Even after I was so rude to the beginning, he never gave up until I accepted. And I even hurt his other follower. I broke his nose. It's impressive, somehow. Or maybe scary... . Tomorrow we're leaving the tower for Denerim, to ask King Cailan for assistance. There I shall join the other recruits for the ritual too. I promised Master Irving and Ser Gregoir that I'll never use my power for evil. The travel will be long, but I now have no other way to go. I hope it was the right decision. ... I told Duty about what happened. He was surprised. He wants me to reveal him to the Wardens, but...would they believe me? I should keep it to myself until I know for sure... Maybe I do that after the joining ritual. I hope everything goes fine. ... Regards - Ignitz the sinner”

Hello, fellow Wardens. I am going to post my Dragon Age Fan Fiction Novel here today, so that you might enjoy reading it. Since I am not very confident in my english skills, I would like to be informed about certain failures I make, so that I can correct them and learn to not do them again ^_^ I hope you enjoy it! Dragon Age Origins – A Mage against the Blight Prologue Fading in suns light. Fading at our side. Reaching for stars embrace – but got left in darkness. Were there is only fear and sorrow I will come playing my song Were the Ones – left and forgotten Wait for light When the time numbs all our cryings I will come playing my song And if the spirits care to listen I'll gladly let them sing along. There is no happiness in the heart of my past There is nothing left but ruins and dust. There is death. And with no place to call home With nowhere left to go I'll keep on playing under trees and stars till the dawn of day – the new day Were there is no law or justice I will come playing my song Were the Ones – left and forgotten Wait for dawn When the time takes all hopes from us I will come playing my song And if the spirits care to listen I'll gladly play all night long With little luck and endless pain from days long gone. There is nothing left but ruins and dust. There is death And with loneliness harbored With hardships endless on the road I'll keep on playing for flowers and rivers until dawn – till I am gone Spirits, sing with me – let me hear your names I shall remember them all until I join you one day May the trees be your stairway May the leaves carry you high Until you reach the stars one night and be free – goodbye I'll keep playing all night... . This is the song for this lyric prologue >> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuNhTLVgV2Y

One for the Team :biggrin: Dark were the plagues That sealed my soul I thought back to those days That doused me with sadness and sorrow A light born of shadow Lit the way - brought me luck I took renewed hope and joy And I swore to you, my friend That I will look back no more

Eonia: Well, too bad Ignitz. No Druid's here. Ignitz: Awww... D: Yay! A Forum for the artistic mind! I am SO in this :D

I love writing. I write a lot. Novels, Fan Fictions, Stories, Poetry, Poems or Lyrics. No matter what. I get most of my inspirations from very touching and fascinating games like Mass Effect, Dragon Age, Skyrim or Magical Starsign. During creation I always listen to instrumental music that matches the mood of certain scenarios of the story. Many of my stories are own ideas, written from either different points of view or from a story how it should have been told or how it would be more interesting. As Example: My Dragon Age Origin Fan Fiction includes every Origin character in different ways. The mage is recruited together with Alistair and the City Elf. The new Warden is the Lady Cousland. The Dalish is already a Warden recruited by Ryordan in Orlais instead of Duncan. The two Dwarves were exiled into the deep roads and joined the Legion of the Dead! This way I have all characters there and they all play important parts during the story! :D My poetry and Lyrics comes from music I hear and events that happened to me in Real Life. Many sad moments as well as joyful memories. Sadness is the rose of my sorrow A flower dim of color and light Happiness is one rare daisy in my soul But her colorful eyes shine strong and bright Oh! And yet again a small poem pops out of my head :D I just can't help it XD Yes that sometimes happen. I sometimes have inspiring moments in which I recief an idea that cannot be stopped from being written down X3

OMG! That I have to check out at once! Catapult into the Druid Garden! Away!! *launches the Catapult and flies through the air* Weeee! :D

That's why I had the 502 error yesterday while downloading on Skyrim Nexus :O

alex2avs is a thief ins Skyrim, maybe?

Isn't this getting confusing?

"The path of the warrior only goes forward!"

Allimir: Maybe we should build a boat? A boat that floats? A boat that sinks? It sings! Singing like old Dagon with a burned lung! *jumps up and looks at Sheogorath* Uncle Sheo? What should we do with the boat? Make it of wood? Of stone? Of cheese! Cheese is always better, right? (Oh, my now I have unleashed the maniac OC of Skyrim into the Forum O_O)

Peace only comes when reason rules.

Miss! Because Eonia would totally stumble over her own feet again XD

Zimitry sits on the hill. Eonia jumps out of nowhere ready to tackle him! But she slipped and tumbles into him, pushing him down the hill by accident. "EPIC FAIL!", Eonia laughs about her clumsiness, "...but still the hill is mine now! For Justice!" 8D

Tidus44 could be the name of a giant Tidal Wave spotted near Japan O_O I guess...

Agathokakological - (adj.) Made up of both good and evil You thought they would think of an easier word there... O_O

Banned for making people think about it anyway XD

The dragon took them both far across the land. Finally it let go of them both and hurled them atop of a crystal tower.

Granted, now you get Frostburnt :P I wish I had no fly annoying me...

Joker

*bounce* I snatch the win from yoU! :D

My username comes from my elf character in Neverwinter Nights. I also made her my dalish elf in DAO. Eonia is a chaotic good person, a bit clumsy but dead on serious about Justice and the good of all. She loves to travel, is known to trip over her own feet often and has no problem stating her mind to others. She's a ranger and very skilled archer. Animals are her closest friends, because they're more honest than people. She likes shortcake, strawberries and kicking bothersome males. XD