endirasae

There was no fanfare. The Chant of Light did not echo from the four corners of Thedas, nor did the Black City suddenly sparkle with gold again. Sometimes things ended with an explosion of light and the cheers of armies…sometimes they finished peacefully, quietly, with only a few knowing or appreciating that even though the fate of the world had not hung in the balance, hearts had still been weighed and sacrifices made. Fate had no care for what people deserved. If she did, then good men would not become wandering vagabonds, and murderers would not become heroes. Asleena lay in the curve of Alistair's body, wakeful but not restless as t

In the Minrathous Circle Tower there was a growing silence. The two Imperial Edges ripped from the thrall's body with a sound like wet leather tearing then swooped up, around and down in two powerful overhand arcs as the elf dropped to his knees. The blades landed on either side of their victim's unarmoured neck, metal shearing deep from shoulder to mid-chest. There was no outcry of pain, the slave simply jerked and went limp, his brands and eyes ceasing to glow, his face empty. Xai Merras released the hilts and took two steps back; the dead elf slumped forwards, his head hanging, until the tips of the blades stopped him from falling any furt