You would not believe what this last month has been. I’ve aided in building a fortress, put the spirit of an ancient dragon queen to rest, saved two cities, one of spirits long dead, the other Amaranthine. Darkspawn talk! (Well, some do.)
Upon my venture, I was made the Arling of Amaranthine, The Warden-Commander of the Grey. As if ‘Hero of Ferelden’ wasn’t a long enough title! Haha, it is only temporary, not to worry. Though, I did meet an Arcane Horror like-being, claiming to be a Darkspawn. He called himself The Architect. He wants to turn Darkspawn into sapient beings, so they can have a mind of their own, not be corrupted beasts listening to the lure of an Old God’s song.
When I first arrived, there was a Darkspawn attack on Virgil’s Keep. Oghren was there, defending the Keep like a true Warden. Upon my travels, many new Grey Warden recruits accompanied me. A quippy apostate named Anders and his kitten, Ser Pounce-A-Lot, a Dalish witch named Valenna, a dwarven Legion Scout named Sigrun, even a spirit of Justice, inhabiting a dead man’s body. Howe’s son, Nathaniel, became one too. That’s a whole different story though.
Oh! And Oghren too! He belched at the ritual! He drank both Darkspawn and Archdemon blood, and he burps? The sodding bastard.
How was your audience with the Grand Cleric? Anything important? We can exchange stories when I get home. I miss you.
Forever yearning for your embrace,