JaphirTheGreenDragon

And then... it was over. With the archdemon dead, the darkspawn horde quickly crumbled.  Most fled back into the Deep Roads.  They would remain a threat in the years to come, but the Blight had been ended before it had truly begun. Ferelden had been saved, and the entire kingdom rose up to joyously greet its new king.  The Grey Wardens stood redeemed, and a new age had begun.  But at what cost? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "My friends, we are gathered to celebrate those responsible for our victory.  Of those who stood against the darkspawn siege of Denerim, there is one in particular who deserves c

After the death of the Mother, the remaining darkspawn forces scattered and fled back into the Deep Roads.  The raids on Amaranthine came to an abrupt end. The Architect apparently kept his word, gathering his remaining disciples to follow the rest of their kind back underground.  Some Grey Wardens in other nations were appalled to hear of the Architect’s continued existence, but were unable to track him down despite years of effort. Some within the order have claimed that the Architect’s survival guarantees another Blight-- and yet the Deep Roads have lately been quieter than any can recall.  Most have resignedly decided that i

"Soooo... we left the boy at that tower and are now...?  What?  What are we doing?" Rynar questioned as the four of them shared a drink at the tavern in Redcliffe.  Caylus had thought it would be a good bet to travel to the village as it was situated on a lake and Arella remembered her hometown as a fishing village.  So far, nothing. "We're trying to find Arella's hometown, elf.  Stop complaining, you volunteered to come with us." Caylus grunted. "That I did, shem.  But you, on the other hand, forced your way in."  Sparks flew between them for a moment until Arella put a hand up. "Enough, you two." she said, standing, "We should probably g