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Isenya stared at the eerie courtyard, trying to understand what was going on exactly.
That place seemed like the Skyhold she’d known, but once she really started looking at it she found several discrepancies; the reformed tower up in the battlements, the sparring ring missing in the courtyard and, of course, the most howling absence of any other living soul. She decided walk through the battlements, see what she could make up of that place, when she tripped in a small journal. Wary of anything inside the Fade, she poked it with the blade of her staff, waiting for something to happen. No magical reaction, no sudden appearance of a demon, no reaction at all. She picked it up, climbing the stairs.
There was a clear, powerful magic in place, a magic apparently stretching and reaching for every single corner of that Skyhold. Her steps and her breathing were mostly the only thing she could hear, aside from the odd, crushing silence, but at least she’d be able to hear anyone approaching from miles away. She was near the end of her round, just above the stables, when she heard something. Eyes darting to the direction where she heard the noise, she felt all the air being expelled from her lungs at once: Commander Cullen.
Maker, the demons have already begun to mess up with my head.
Unfortunately, not the first time such thing happened.
Certainly not the last one, either.
Isenya climbed down the stairs, careful to not be seen, back firmly pressed against the cold stone. Inhaled and expelled the air once, then twice, keeping her mind clear and shielding her heart.
That’s not him. Just a desire demon. That’s not him.
She left her cover, blade pointed at him.
Might get some answers before as well.
“Start talking, demon, and I might give you a merciful death, which is far more than your kin deserves.” her blue eye shone with her magic when she spoke through gritted teeth “What is this place? What is going on?”
That place seemed like the Skyhold she’d known, but once she really started looking at it she found several discrepancies; the reformed tower up in the battlements, the sparring ring missing in the courtyard and, of course, the most howling absence of any other living soul. She decided walk through the battlements, see what she could make up of that place, when she tripped in a small journal. Wary of anything inside the Fade, she poked it with the blade of her staff, waiting for something to happen. No magical reaction, no sudden appearance of a demon, no reaction at all. She picked it up, climbing the stairs.
There was a clear, powerful magic in place, a magic apparently stretching and reaching for every single corner of that Skyhold. Her steps and her breathing were mostly the only thing she could hear, aside from the odd, crushing silence, but at least she’d be able to hear anyone approaching from miles away. She was near the end of her round, just above the stables, when she heard something. Eyes darting to the direction where she heard the noise, she felt all the air being expelled from her lungs at once: Commander Cullen.
Maker, the demons have already begun to mess up with my head.
Unfortunately, not the first time such thing happened.
Certainly not the last one, either.
Isenya climbed down the stairs, careful to not be seen, back firmly pressed against the cold stone. Inhaled and expelled the air once, then twice, keeping her mind clear and shielding her heart.
That’s not him. Just a desire demon. That’s not him.
She left her cover, blade pointed at him.
Might get some answers before as well.
“Start talking, demon, and I might give you a merciful death, which is far more than your kin deserves.” her blue eye shone with her magic when she spoke through gritted teeth “What is this place? What is going on?”
