Mystia: The Templar Inquisitor of the Inquisition

One

Shouting was what caused the Herald to look from the war table as Cullen and the other three looked towards the door, where a man came striding in like he owned the place. Standing with legs slightly apart with her back straight as a board, the Herald frowned as Cullen walked from around the table, but she stretched out an arm and he stopped in his tracks. "So this is where you've been hiding!" the man who had burst into the room snarled as everyone but him noticed Fang moving in the shadows, making sure to remain crouched low.

"Oh yes, because I've been trying so hard to hide from you." The Herald almost growled as Cullen wondered who this man was. "What do you want Jakob?" She demanded, slipping into the usual alpha wolf demeanor.

"Don't act like you don't know why, Mystia." Jakob snarled again reaching out to take her arm in his grasp. Before anyone could really act, the Herald, now known as Mystia, turned on her heel to face the man and with a slight growl barked out a word that had Fang, leaping from the shadows and pinning the man down as Cassandra drew her weapon and Cullen leapt in front of Mystia in a very defensive stance, his own weapon drawn. But soon the wolf was thrown off the man, and Fang yelped in pain as Jakob leapt to his feet with a snarl at the same time Mystia recognized what was going on with him.

"Shit!" She growled low as she knew what she had to do. "OPEN THE DOORS TO THE CHANTRY! NOW" She yelled as she bolted past Cullen and full on body slammed into Jakob and together the two went flying through the first set of doors in the chantry. Unsheathing the hidden dagger at her side, Mystia slashed in an arc slashing Jakob across the arm and with blood splatter against the wall, Jakob growled and bolted after her as she barreled through the chantry and out of the doors. Racing as far as she could away from the town, she heard the man right behind her and knew that she had to get him to a secluded location as she knew what his kind could do. Forgive me, everyone... She begged silently as she ledJakob to a rather secluded spot, where she turned on her heels and leaped towards him and dug her dagger into the man's exposed wound. Jakob gripped her around the throat, flung her away from him, and she landed heavily on her right shoulder; she held back a yelp, but soon managed to stand up and looked towards Jakob who had transformed into a half-beast creature and as she stood she reidentified him as a werewolf. Again she asked for forgiveness from the others before she closed her eyes as she heard the others come running up. When Jakob turned towards the members of the Inquisition, Mystia threw her dagger into his back and turning back to her Jakob snarled as she drew her sword. Her rival roared out and before any of them could really react, Mystia rushed forward with a snarl and slammed into Jakob. She had her shield in hand, and with a swift shield bash sent him flying across the area away from the members of the Inquisition, and throwing both her sword and shield but this time she curled her gauntleted (with its claw-like fingers) hand into a fist and punched Jakob straight across the face.

Jakob recovered swiftly and lunging back towards her, gripped her by the throat and he stood straight as she struggled to free herself from his grasp, then he spoke. "Should have come home when you had the chance. I would have forgiven you and we could have been married. But now you are sullied by these weaklings and their pathetic magic." Mystia was starting to lose consciousness as her hands clawed at his arm and hand, she was slowly becoming too weak to do anything, but then she remembered to stop struggling and smiled which ended up confusing him.

"Humans, elves, dwarves and Qunari are not weak." She told him as she managed to give a whistle and soon he released her as Winter divebombed his face. Mystia landed on the ground and remained in a kneeling position but she leaped up just fast enough to throw another dagger into his heart as Winter flew away. "They are more trustworthy-" Mystia frowned as Jakob attempted one last attack. She jumped away but ended up kneeling on the ground; she looked to her left side and frowned as she saw the gaping wound but then looked back to Jakob who lay still with eyes starting to glaze over. "Ten times more trustworthy then what you ever were." She closed her eyes with head bowed towards the ground, she was fighting off the urge to fall over and pass out.