Perhaps it started before then, really, but it was Corypheus that brought all things to bear, if perhaps unwittingly. With his death came peace, for a moment, and more questions and problems in the moments after.
Now there have been many moments after, and many more troubling questions have come to light.
Once a trusted companion of the Inquisitor; once a god himself, Solas-Fen’Harel-seeks to restore the empire that once stood. He seeks to bring the elves back to their proper place, and all the other races must come to heel or fall.
To Fen’Harel, whichever option matters not at all.
But the world won’t change without heavy opposition, and the Exalted Council brought together to decide the fate of the inquisition itself finds new meaning as they scratch and scrabble to hold onto their self importance. Ranks grow and soon a council of four becomes a tribunal of eight. They are judge, jury, and sometimes executioner of Thedas, and that power swells within them until, perhaps, there is not much else left.
Fen’Harel’s spies lurk in every darkness-around every door, and The Exalted Council will find and stop them. And well, if that means a few innocent elves and humans die along the way, then so be it. All things in the name of the maker, so the Chantry chants.
All the while Fen’Harel gathers and fights to claim territory that he sees as his. Like the wolf he may be, he builds his pack and his kingdom in quiet shadows and violent bloodshed. He smiles as more and more flock to him-willingly or chased by the Exalted Council who realize not at all that they’re giving him the support he needs to rule.
And as Thedas fights and the dread wolf’s teeth snap at his newfound borders, things slip from the veil unseen. He may sense it, yes, but with his attention so split there is no way to tell just what-or-who-or-where this newfound threat stalks among the leaves. Whispers of Evanuris reach his ears through the trees, but this and more he cannot confirm.
As the Exalted Council pushes, Fen’Harel pulls, and as both sides strive to turn over every rock and every leaf in the land, it is very hard to remain a neutral party in the beginnings of this storm. Safety means picking a side, because when the storm does come, everyone will need a place to hide.
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