A Templar in Hiding - QUEST COMPLETED: Deacon
The Teryn offered only a frown in the moments of silence that came after Deacon finished speaking.
"My brother is cunning," he said, breaking the silence. "Although Gregor escaped his fate once, I'm not sure he will do so again. Tell me, can you think of anything about Gregor, maybe from what he said during the battle at Redcliffe, that would give us a clue why he decided to help the Teryn? If we can find a pattern, maybe we can identify the sort of people the Teryn has been recruiting."Valmyria Windstrider
- The Harsher Truth.
The Warden rolled her eyes at Azreal's jab at the Order. It was so much more complicated than that. It wasn't that she didn't want to help her homeland, she did. If Val could, she would drop everything and stand at the gates of her homeland with the intent of slaughtering any Dale Elf that dared come within range. But she couldn't. Her grip on the Order was frail enough as it was with half of the Warden's looking for any excuse to leave or rise up against her. The complex part of that problem was the amount of Dalish and City Elf Wardens in that camp, and the fact that the Dalish had a treaty with the Wardens that if they call for aid, the Wardens must answer. Should she offer her own people aid, she risked the problem of a civil war among her diminishing order.
And then no one would be happy, and Valmyria would most likely end up face down in a ditch somewhere.
Put it off as she may, something would force her to choose a side.
The Warden listened to Azreal's retelling of his little adventure. Although it had been a brief one, it shared its excitement. A few of the names she recognized, but new little about. Valmyria kept content with nodding her head occasionally as he ranted on. She made no move to press about the elusive shadow man, not really caring about another boogieman hiding in the dark.
His last remark, or question about his father caught her off guard and she spent a few moments struggling to recall what had exactly occurred. "Azreal, you are aware of our laws and customs,"
replied Valmyria as she played with the gauntlet under her robes. "Your father was honored for the life that he lived, not for the man his son became. He was given a final rite."TERYN - Redcliffe
"Good, I'd hate to see this place change into less capable hands," replied the Teryn as he scooped up a charred skull from the floor and examined it. "I can arrange for some additional troops to support you, some enhanced Darkspawn of mine, the favor of a few Fereldin Lords... some "resources" to get your enterprise up and running. Consider them an act of trust, rarely given between our kind."
The Teryn let go of the skull, it however ignored the pull of gravity and remained floating, wrapped in a blue arua. Dust swirled around the floor and extended up to the base of the skull. After a few moments, the dust settled and the skull was now a single skeletal warrior, complete with a sword, shield, and armor. "Perhaps I can even do something about little Ekora..."
TERYN - Vigil's Keep (Head of Warden Operations in Fereldin)
"I'm not exactly sure where you are coming from, my Lord."
The Teryn looked over at the man he was waking with and offered a warm smile. "Warden Godfrey, come now, we are both men from good positions."
The Warden gave him a snort and lead him up onto the battlements of Vigil's Keep. Vigil's Keep, the Warden's fortress in Fereldin since the last Blight. It was truly a breathtaking view when not covered in the fog. The ancient battlements and keep still stood strong and its people well trained to fight the horde of darkness, should they return again. The Silver Order, the Wardens, both groups based out of here. The Teryn knew them to be wise, strong, but also prideful and content.
Perfect for his little plan.
The Teryn sized the man up before him, Earl Godfrey. Hailed by many Wardens as part of the "Old Guard", being one of the few older members that still lived. Earl Godfrey was Warden-Commander Taylon Lothar's second in command, and was expected by many to replace the Commander after his Calling, but Lothar had shocked everyone by naming Valmyria his successor, defying centuries of tradition. The Teryn knew him to be a skilled mage, a sharp thinker, and a loyal man.
Again, perfect for his little plan.
the Teryn reached out and clamped a hand on Godfrey's shoulder. "Don't think too hard about it, but see it as a favor. My men might have acted out of turn, but it has placed you in a position to take what is rightfully yours."
"I won't hide it," he replied. "I don't like that elf, but I'm not comfortable with this."
"Earl, what's more important to you? The safety of a single woman, or the integrity of your order."
"Wouldn't killing her destroy that integrity?"
"Mere technicality," said the Teryn as he waved that idea off with his hand, and lead the man down the battlement. "Think about i though, your Order will have a chance to make an impact in life that has never been seen before. You have the chance to be at the head of it, where you belong. Don't be stupid about it."
"Thank you, my Lord," said the mage. "But I cannot accept this in such away."
"I see," said the Teryn, pointing forward with his hand. "Well, thank you for hearing me out, I do have a gift for you."
The doors to the hall opened before them, and out floated the skeletal corpse of the mage Kel, his eyes and hands ablaze with power. Earl hesitated, a brief second, before bringing his hands up and weaving a spell before giving a grunt of pain. He looked down and found runeblade sticking out his chest, blood staining his once elegant robes."
"I will have your corporation, Master Mage," hissed the Teryn. "If not willingly, than forcefully."
The mage couldn't do a thing, aside from twitching as his body was lifted into the air and carried into the hall. He fought against it, fought to escape into the darkness and the peace of death, but he found that some sort of force denied him that peace.
And soon, he'll learn that there is no peace in death.
As they traveled in the chanting becoming clearer and clearer.
Earl felt his body slide off the blade, and positioned in a chair at the front of the hall. He could feel the side of the chair with what was left of his nerve connection. He had been placed in the Warden Commander's chair. Before him was the Warden's he knew, some of them he knew as they grew up, watched nearly all of them take the mantle of Warden. They were his friends, his family, yet there was not a friendly face out in that crowd. Each of them wore a distant expression, faces and body's slacked, eyes filled with a the haunting purple gleam found in the lich earlier.
"You will serve me," said the Teryn, his form taking up the mage's view. The Teryn's noble clothing gone, and instead was his haunting armor. He raised the blade and impaled the man again, piercing his heart and the chair. "If not in life, then you will in death."
Magics wrapped around the pinned man as he groaned against the pressure of the blade stealing his soul. The Teryn grinned and turned back to face the crowd, raising his hands and causing the mass to start in another verse.
Grant them eternal rest, oh Lord
Embrace them into your army of undead
Strike with vengeance those who oppose your will
And lay waste to all those who shall be sent before you
Walk with them and shield them from the blinding light of servitude
And devastate your enemies as they die by your hand.
The Teryn let out a dark laugh. "Amen."