Fɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʀ F A D E -- ;

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  It should have ended there. Should have ended with her last final blow of magic, should have ended with a body cold on the ground. This is your fault, something whispers, you should’ve ended this. There is an imperceptible aura hovering around the both of them, something that feels so inherently wrong, and she wonders if it’s from the red lyrium or from the darkspawn taint; neither of which she’s very familiar with. Her stomach turns, and she imagines feeling Nightmare’s claws in her again, her teeth bared in retaliation. Maker, save me.

             “You’re no god. You’re a madman wearing a mask.”

  fear was basked in , almost without an end or beginning of shame in allegiance to his being , his will and wroth . a great and bereaved distance separated the beginning and end of knowing of his contempt , of his will to govern and herald the greatest change no god aside from he was willing to usher . demonstrable by the very conduit of what he was , the failure at his return came into his perception , the elder one smiling blithely and callow in such realization . corypheus gleans not an urge to be cruel , to exact the worst of his power here when it might not even be necessary . humans crippled and cowered before him , rats of thedas more so , with aught else unable to resist the lure and snare of what his power afforded and what it would bring . 

   ‘ and you , a human , are so apt to judge . and what does the failure in my return make you , champion ? ‘

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No matter how the world changed, there has never been a shortage of fools. It sets his blood boiling, to think others came to take the place of his brethren, to imagine that they were inspired by the ignorance of the evanuris. That their breed survived where his People suffered, the very thought curls his fists still his palms sear with heat.

     “I have seen what terror ‘gods’ inspire, and have cast them down       with my own two hands. You are but a number, O Elder One, a       self-proclaimed god who now faces death. And I am here to grant       it to you.”

Clawed boots mark the Fade as he circles Corypheus, leaving black footprints in his wake.

     “But I will give what you have denied others–” What they both have       denied others, he thinks with a shiver. “– a choice.”

Solas stops, heels pressing into the earth. It is easier in the Fade, but even its familiarity has its limits. His shoulders square to hide how they might shudder, grey eyes cold as they fix Corypheus with a stare. The horror of the Blight has warped every inch of his body, spare one piece. “Call yourself what you wish, but know that your eyes are still human.”

   there’s a boil that coils him , rampant and unrelenting with the oldest disgust welling wrathfully , dashing pride at what was , what he could be . corypheus’ jaw sets fiercely and it is taking much within him not to lambaste fen’harel with all rage he’s been harboring , unable to allow the fade to warp peacefully in his presence . still , the black city is one he eyes with both contempt and greed , affixing the wolf god with a gaze that wishes to incur nothing but rage at his own torment , at his hubris that dismantled him in the end . he smiles , severely and caustically , hard when emotion languishes fiercely within eyes . 

      ‘ i acted when you stood by and did NOTHING , ‘ corypheus snarls defensively ,  a spiel of anger welling resentfully , his grudge older than his memory . ‘ what are you , then ,      fen’harel ? are not the evanarus believed to have been powerful mages no different   then we priests of the distant past ? you flaunt your godhood while standing by and  doing absolutely nothing ! your people cried for you and you did not answer ! ‘ 

  it resonates too strongly , this sensation , this feeling . from an empty city to a god that was made into an archdemon , to himself watching as all he knew became dismantled and powerful from the lifelong lie that constructed his life . teeth grit and clatter , fists bare so deeply into fists that skin is gored , even in the transience of the fade that obeys no common law , the sensation of strife and pain are felt all the same . human . the stinging epithet he never wished to be remonstrated as . 

  ‘ what choice can you possibly give me when i have nothing , am destined for nothing outside it ? ‘ 

  corypheus was composed of ashes and ruin now , his pride remembered and made into nothingness as was intended . this was a god whom boasted himself as much , even when all that made to obey him did not . there were no gods except those whom made themselves as this , changed thedas’ fate to their design . 

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The cries of those dragonlings pierced her heart more than the nerves gripping her chest. She’d made her way in on intel alone - not even remotely expecting Corypheus himself would be prowling the premises in full glory. She gulps, quietly keeping to the shadows within the room. If she could just free one mother - all Hell would break loose.

She watches - silent and scheming. After all she’s there to scout and find out more information, but nothing had gone as planned. The apostate makes her way silently to another corner, hidden behind a jutting Red Lyrium crystal. Green eyes peer around the corner, hoping no one decides to make their rounds to her location. Another dragonling cries out and Mihtriel shudders. “Soon, da’len…” She mutters softly. To present herself now would be foolish.

   the process of attracting and changing their kith and kine rarely ever came  with ease , as anything other than the grim pall of a nether-silence repugnant to    sounds stifling in . red templars moved with mechanized force , ubiquitously and  in a mounting anonymity in forgetting themselves to the swill of red lyrium . these     hatchlings continued their useless bleating , akin to sheep corralled by wolves .  corypheus flashed hellion eyes in the taking of power that silenced them , they      kin to the god he once served , once worshiped . something stirred sickness in the elder one , at how fragile and mortal compared to dumat they were . that the     god of his past was false and not worthy of veneration once was worthy of . 

  ‘ take them to the antechambers . if we are to call upon their mothers , you know what must be done , ‘ he orders stonily , jaw setting firmly and the hastened clangor     of armor glimpsing something amiss and straying . corypheus bolstered that  suspicion with a keen , peerless eye dashing a sight of blonde , though remiss  when focus was attenuated once more . perhaps it was merely the weariness of       a sleepless millennia that hinged with utter heaviness upon his psyche . so  would he continue on in disregard to such a minor deviation in his perception .

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   Rage, raw and pure in its savage intent came as a deafening roar to the senses. So much resentment, so much hate, so much pain— like a moth drawn to flame the spirit of compassion strayed, captivated and lost in the over- whelming rush of despair that clung to the self proclaimed God’s very being.

    Muscles tensed and body stilled when the other spoke, empathy unwavering but panic setting in alongside it as Cole broke out of his trance, fully recognizing the danger at hand. Moving slow and silent the boy reached for his dagger, hand clenching tight around the handle as blue orbs locked with red and the world went still.

   immemorial passage marked this , marked the space betwixt them that spanned in yawning gape . the being beyond corruption , that which      the fade was unable to take and enfold in darkness . lawless and chaotic , an iota of a natural world bound in such a form as diminutive as this . one     that could be taken and tossed , a rag and doll in someone so wan and  thin . but corypheus was once a high priest , one whom sought knowledge      in places black and empty and could not be sojourned . they looked on and in .

  ‘ what are you , than mere spirit given flesh ? or not ? ‘ he queried , a voice  disbelieving and without trust as it had been for ages . this was no jocund beckon ,     no invitation for a sobering silence that harbored itself in such chaos . for cole was a boy , then corypheus was lost . lost and only with a machination that would    beckon its own auspices , bring it greater than before . for the bastion of power  lay in him , a mere spirit powerless in the face of one whom had altered the     course of an entire world , had taken and grappled with a bitter return .   no , no one could seek to stop the plummet into a new and transformed world .

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heya guys, been awhile, huh? anyone who wants a starter, give this a like! in the meantime, i’m going to crack down on those drafts--even if my partners might not wanna continue the threads themselves, weh xp

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@diplomacies​ -- ;

     how long had it been ? inescapable days and years had marched since the confrontation last . she of blood whom had sealed him , she of the one whom believed him dead and defeated . what wrongness it was , but how perfect the retaliation . forces convened , his own sequestered but present to his beck and call . corypheus was a phantom entity , one whom manifested by his own vile will like like severed head of a hydra . 

     ‘ how must i appear to you ? to what great failure and despair do you feel before one whom is now a god ? ‘

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@ofdxlish​ -- ;

    it was ALWAYS agony at first . the influence of red lyrium and the corruption it instilled and his own conduit were inhumane , even . corypheus knows this . the dragon here , tethered down and held completely motionless beneath chain bindings was unable to thrash . but what it could muster were weak and frightened roars , the beast truly afraid as the red lyrium was branded . long , spindled digits came to almost lovingly caress the dragon , roars ceasing as a single eye came to fixate upon its tormentor . but , the lyrium was working . gazing upon him and recognizing him as master . it wouldn’t be long now . 

     ‘ increase the amount . i want this dragon turned before any outside forces seek to stop us . ‘

             nearby , the bleating of the infant dragons as they were seized from their equally captive mothers sounded .

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@cxvenant​ -- ;

    they had intended course for tevinter , but he would not let them . it had been elaborate ruse by the inquisition , but no less futile . to harbor loyalists to their cause in sheron , sail south , and infiltrate his capital . the crackling of fire and the clash of red templar steel with the futility of the inquisition’s own marked naught but futility . corypheus watched amid the chaos , unleashing salvos of flames at those who dared near him . it was chaos , it was hopeless -- for them . little would do to avail for their cause .

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@lavellout​ -- ;

   like secrets did they slip . venztori swaddled in sheep’s clothing and complete acceptance into this circle of magi , all orlesian influence and decadence with all the slovenly scorn orlais possessed for the mages . displayed in the apathy and cruelty of their templars , but that would be no more . they had welcomed him after so many promises of advancement and place had been sown and discordance manifesting as paltry dissatisfaction . yet here was he , an appearance among those as they gathered , both in fear and awe , encircling him . 

    ‘ i can free you from your entrapment . a new world is upon us , for this shall be strewn in waste . all you must do is promise yourself to my forces -- then , shall you truly be free . ‘

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    grievance was it that the ferelden township would be lost , smothered and buried in snow . yet , lingered in him did the desire of thought . it had been a failure -- but why ? a mere rat that eluded him . perhaps her spies and agents would seek to find him , but the elder one could hardly care . darkspawn lingered here , a breach still open -- ah , that was why . yet , lifting his head did the patter of rat’s feet draw his attention . 

    ‘ rats always fail to be silent to the ears of the greater , ‘ he pronounced enigmatically .

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    still as rats did they come , for it was in the infiltration of a lesser circle of magi did his want of an understanding come . rare , that elves would occupy it , so fervent to their wolf god of discord that they might forget themselves . their jailers , their templar keepers , whom kept them sequestered in the dark . the elvhen gods : were they real , and might they tempt to accede his will or ruin it ? in their minds would corypheus torture from them these answers .

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The creature before her, no long a man, might have struck fear into the hearts of those with less lifespan. Less willingness to die for a just cause. She had been near death before, this was not her first threat. Gaze narrowed as the beastish form spoke, he thought she would move at his command? He was not only mad, but he was arrogant and foolish. He reminded her of someone she once cared for in that moment, but he wouldn’t show her the same emotions as Elgar’nan once had.

“No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it.”

     an ineffective mother . corypheus dons a cruel and unyielding smile that spans in the wake of a droll discordance on his features , an irate power swelling in his breast that wished to unleash a volley at some impudence . the mother of rats whom believed herself a potent goddess when she was more silent in the allowance of her people to squander in slavery and the alienages where they wasted when once they were strong . no , even if a distant echo of a memory suppressed listed him as a son , that was implausible in such a brutal face . but between their insurmountable pride would he contest as the greater . he grins , feral and wolfish in her face , nearing enough that he can loom in draining shadow over the goddess . 

    ‘ i do not need to have them bow when i can destroy them all the same . i saw the realm of the gods and it was empty . when i see it again , i shall take its throne and then will you submit to me alike the rest of your race , mother of rats . ‘

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“Change?”

Scorn potent as acid coated her tongue, her anger burning bright to hide the aching, weary grief that would color her tone otherwise. Her body strained against its boundaries, blue light shining through the fissures in her skin, luminescence tinting bruised and swollen violet where it meshed with the violent pulsing of red lyrium.

She was alone, unarmed, clawed fingers blood-slick and shaking, but the Templars shied away when the light glinted off her fangs, a murmur of relief sweeping through her gathered people as she followed the ragged sea shore to put herself between them and their hooded captor.

“I see a tyrant and his Templars, no different than the rest. Who are you to preach change, to herald such glorious purpose?”

    ‘ your sight is limited if you insist upon painting me as a mere tyrant , inquisitor . ‘

  perhaps such short-sightedness was to be expected . in reticence and ginger avail did his red templars yield before the elf , emanations of light engendering what might have elicited brute and mocking laughter to a designation of silence . no , this was the claim of the elves , they a degenerate race who could not see beyond their own pantheon that cared little for them -- for why would their suffering exist if not their gods could intervene ? 

   should the maker have chosen it , corypheus would not have succeeded as he did . his templars no longer qauled so much as circled with a vultures’ preying and inquisitiveness , becoming brave and emboldened . corypheus had no fear , for she was helpless in his grasp . bound and without her kith or kin to free her . for he was a god to imperiously set upon this world that had banished hope and order for drudgery and chaos .

   ‘ how stubborn your insistence is to shade this as evil . i saw the lands of the gods and it was empty . you’ve seen the world endure conflict without intervention . and here i am , in all that i am , with no maker to stop me . your gods do not exist , but with me , i am real and i am bringing the change they never could exact . ‘

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Just a little formal thing, but in case any of you weren’t aware, for the past two weeks since Halloween I was extremely ill with strep throat and it kept me from my accounts. Thankfully, I’m getting loads better and should be back to a normal level of activity fairly soon. Thank you for your patience!

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     this was the nature of their savage quandary . it had been robbed from him , filched by some amateur failure and obstruction . the herald was no more than tinder to be amassed to the flames , no matter how much of an obstacle they ennobled themselves to . those very flames crackled and licked icy chill , moisture hissing as it was evaporating from such brief and brutal contact much akin to the elder one who walked without fear or obstruction . majick convulsed and radiated infernal energy withal , summoning a sickening pall of dread to his person . yet , the twinge of passing caught his spying attention , corypheus allowing displeasure to arraign afoul upon his distorted countenance . 

   ‘ i wonder what trying little pest thought to hide themselves from me . ‘