Kiera Amell thought her life was set before her. A talented Spirit Healer, she assumed that she would spend her life in the Circle of Magi healing the sick and mentoring apprentinces. That is, until a blood mage betrayed her trust and left her to pa...
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Two Templars made their way through the bustle of Denerim, their hearts heavy.
"You know he wouldn't have gone down without a fight," the first said. "He would have fought until he dropped from exhaustion."
"I know," the second said. "I can't believe the Darkspawn carried him off."
"I couldn't care less about the Mage and the other woman being carried off, but Garrett?" He shook his head. "What in the Maker's name would they want with him?"
"I don't know."
They reached their destination.
A servant opened the door and inclined his head. "How may I be of service, my lords?"
"We need to speak to your lord in private."
"Of course." He motioned for them to follow him. "This way." The servant led them to a study before leaving.
"I hate this," the first Templar said.
"I know. So do I."
Vaughan Kendells walked into the room. "Ah, greetings, Ser Templars. May I offer refreshment? My brother too busy chasing down Apostates and being all noble to visit me?" He started to pour himself a drink.
"I'm afraid we are not here for a social call," the second Templar said. "We've come with grave news from Ostagar."
Vaughan stopped mid-pour, setting the goblet and bottle down.
"We regret to inform you your father was slain in battle."
"Has Garrett been told? And why were you sent to tell me this?"
"We were sent because we have grave news about your brother as well. He was in the field, escorting a Mage and her criminal accomplice for justice. They were attacked by Darkspawn."
"What of Garrett? Is he well?"
"We believe he and the two prisoners were taken by the Darkspawn."
Vaughn sat in the chair he had been standing by.
"It is believed he is dead."
"Holy Maker," Vaughan whispered.
"I'm sorry, my lord. You have our deepest condolences." The two Templars bowed and backed away, leaving the new Arl of Denerim to his grief.
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Garrett, Kiera, and Lily had managed to make it to Redcliffe, taking refuge at the inn. Garrett had traded the Templar armor for a plain silver scale armor and Keira traded the Circle robes for a pair of pants and a half skirted dress. The front of the dress reached her knees tapering around the back to reach her ankles. She chose not to use a staff to keep attention away from her and the fact she was a Mage.
