Join me as we learn of the inner thoughts, feelings, and motivations that transform Tigress of the Dales into Tigress, Commander of the Grey.
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The Journal of Tigress Mahariel - Updated Oct 16, 2010
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After having played DA for 10 months, I finally decided it was time to delve into another favorite hobby of mine... writing. What you will see over the next several weeks are the journal entries of Tigress Mahariel as she records the events of her life from the time of Origins, through Awakening.
Join me as we learn of the inner thoughts, feelings, and motivations that transform Tigress of the Dales into Tigress, Commander of the Grey.
Join me as we learn of the inner thoughts, feelings, and motivations that transform Tigress of the Dales into Tigress, Commander of the Grey.
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Entry One
We met some shems in the wood today. Are all humans so ugly? I know I am no beauty with my chipmunk cheeks, pug nose, and blemished skin, but these men, no… these boys, were horrid! Their weak jowls, outrageous noses, and beady eyes just made my stomach churn. But, I digress...
Tamlen wanted to kill them, of course; he's always been a hot head. But despite their looks, they seemed honest in their fear of whatever they'd found in a cave so I talked him into letting them go. Besides, they were unarmed. I know, right? In the woods without even a dagger! Not only are they ugly, but stupid, too!
Although I talked him out of killing the shems, I could not convince Tamlen to return to camp without at least seeing what had frightened them. So, we're off to find this cave and once again, I'll have to be the one responsible for keeping Tamlen out of trouble.
Entry Two
We found the cave and the shems were right, there are ruins here. I wonder what caused the opening to appear?
Entry Three
My hands are shaking so badly that I’m not sure even I will be able to read what I’ve written, let alone anyone else.
These ruins are filled with foul creatures – spiders as big as a man, skeletons donning armor and crude weapons, and now we’ve just killed a huge bear-like beast, though it resembles no true bear I’ve ever seen.
There’s a strange artifact here too, a mirror of some sort. Tamlen wants to take a closer look but I’m stalling for time. I can’t explain it, but that thing… it… scares me.
We met some shems in the wood today. Are all humans so ugly? I know I am no beauty with my chipmunk cheeks, pug nose, and blemished skin, but these men, no… these boys, were horrid! Their weak jowls, outrageous noses, and beady eyes just made my stomach churn. But, I digress...
Tamlen wanted to kill them, of course; he's always been a hot head. But despite their looks, they seemed honest in their fear of whatever they'd found in a cave so I talked him into letting them go. Besides, they were unarmed. I know, right? In the woods without even a dagger! Not only are they ugly, but stupid, too!
Although I talked him out of killing the shems, I could not convince Tamlen to return to camp without at least seeing what had frightened them. So, we're off to find this cave and once again, I'll have to be the one responsible for keeping Tamlen out of trouble.
Entry Two
We found the cave and the shems were right, there are ruins here. I wonder what caused the opening to appear?
Entry Three
My hands are shaking so badly that I’m not sure even I will be able to read what I’ve written, let alone anyone else.
These ruins are filled with foul creatures – spiders as big as a man, skeletons donning armor and crude weapons, and now we’ve just killed a huge bear-like beast, though it resembles no true bear I’ve ever seen.
There’s a strange artifact here too, a mirror of some sort. Tamlen wants to take a closer look but I’m stalling for time. I can’t explain it, but that thing… it… scares me.
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Entry Four
I am sitting outside the Keeper’s aravel, numb with shock. Tamlen is missing and I have been near death for the past three days.
That damned mirror! I told Tamlen not to touch it! Did he listen? No! And now he’s gone and no one seems to know where.
A shem saved me, so Fenarel says. A shem, calling himself a Grey Warden. I’ve heard legends of the Grey Wardens from Paivel, but what would one be doing here? And how did he find our camp?
Fenarel called him Duncan and the Keeper says he saved my life. Imagine. A human helping an elf. Who would believe it? I… I am in his debt. But why didn’t he bring Tamlen back?
Perhaps I’ll find answers soon. The Keeper is sending me back to the ruins to look for Tamlen. And as if I haven’t been through enough, she’s sending Merrill with me. Ugh! I know I am supposed to be respectful of our future Keeper, but that woman just rubs me wrong. So nosy, so bossy, I swear she already thinks she’s the Keeper!
Thankfully I’ve talked the Keeper into letting Fenarel come along. He begged to go and I would soon be driven mad if I had Merrill as my sole companion.
Entry Five
We’ve found a campsite near the ruins and have stopped to rest. I think we just saw our first Darkspawn. I don’t know for sure, but they sure looked (and smelled) vile enough to be monsters from the deep. Merrill was freaked out, which almost made encountering them worth the effort! How she ever thinks she’ll be Keeper if she skitters at every little thing, I’ll never know.
Enough for now, the ruins and hopefully Tamlen, awaits.
Entry Six
Tamlen seems to be gone. We found no trace of him in the ruins.
We did find Duncan, however. He followed us back to the camp (after reluctantly allowing me time to complete my search for Tamlen). He says I’m still sick and… I know he’s right, although I haven’t admitted that to anyone.
I find myself liking him, despite his being a shem. He seems… honorable. The Keeper thinks he might have come looking for the Dalish to ask for volunteers to join his Order.
I met Pol today, a city elf who fled the humans and has come, seeking refuge among us. He was shocked to learn that I had never seen a city. From the sounds of it, I’m not missing much. Or am I?
I’ve been so sheltered my entire life, here among my clan. I just found out today, after all these years, how my parents died. What other things have been kept from me, for my own good? What else is out there, beyond the embrace of my clan?
I am sitting outside the Keeper’s aravel, numb with shock. Tamlen is missing and I have been near death for the past three days.
That damned mirror! I told Tamlen not to touch it! Did he listen? No! And now he’s gone and no one seems to know where.
A shem saved me, so Fenarel says. A shem, calling himself a Grey Warden. I’ve heard legends of the Grey Wardens from Paivel, but what would one be doing here? And how did he find our camp?
Fenarel called him Duncan and the Keeper says he saved my life. Imagine. A human helping an elf. Who would believe it? I… I am in his debt. But why didn’t he bring Tamlen back?
Perhaps I’ll find answers soon. The Keeper is sending me back to the ruins to look for Tamlen. And as if I haven’t been through enough, she’s sending Merrill with me. Ugh! I know I am supposed to be respectful of our future Keeper, but that woman just rubs me wrong. So nosy, so bossy, I swear she already thinks she’s the Keeper!
Thankfully I’ve talked the Keeper into letting Fenarel come along. He begged to go and I would soon be driven mad if I had Merrill as my sole companion.
Entry Five
We’ve found a campsite near the ruins and have stopped to rest. I think we just saw our first Darkspawn. I don’t know for sure, but they sure looked (and smelled) vile enough to be monsters from the deep. Merrill was freaked out, which almost made encountering them worth the effort! How she ever thinks she’ll be Keeper if she skitters at every little thing, I’ll never know.
Enough for now, the ruins and hopefully Tamlen, awaits.
Entry Six
Tamlen seems to be gone. We found no trace of him in the ruins.
We did find Duncan, however. He followed us back to the camp (after reluctantly allowing me time to complete my search for Tamlen). He says I’m still sick and… I know he’s right, although I haven’t admitted that to anyone.
I find myself liking him, despite his being a shem. He seems… honorable. The Keeper thinks he might have come looking for the Dalish to ask for volunteers to join his Order.
I met Pol today, a city elf who fled the humans and has come, seeking refuge among us. He was shocked to learn that I had never seen a city. From the sounds of it, I’m not missing much. Or am I?
I’ve been so sheltered my entire life, here among my clan. I just found out today, after all these years, how my parents died. What other things have been kept from me, for my own good? What else is out there, beyond the embrace of my clan?
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Entry Seven
I… I am to become a Grey Warden. Duncan and I are on our way to Ostagar. He says becoming a Grey Warden is the only way to cure me of my sickness… my taint.
As I sit here by this fire, away from my clan for the first time, my thoughts and feelings are torn. I already miss those I have left behind. Several times today, I’ve found myself wondering what they are doing at that moment and I know they will be soon be heading north, while I continue south, growing farther apart with each step.
But, I am also curious about what lies ahead. I feel a freedom I have never experienced before and I am finding it much to my liking.
Duncan has been kind, answering my seemingly endless questions without hesitation. Well, almost. He will not discuss what will happen when we reach Ostagar. He says I should spend these days getting familiar with the world around me before worrying about what is to come.
He also shows me great respect which is contrary to everything I have ever heard about humans. Although, come to think of it, the boys Tamlen (oh, Tamlen, where are you?) and I found in the woods were not disrespectful of us either (but that might have been in no small part due to the arrows we had trained on them). Is Duncan the exception to the rule, regarding humans? I suppose that is one of the many things I’ll have to discover for myself in the days ahead.
Entry Eight
We have arrived at Ostagar. It is breathtakingly beautiful. I have seen ruined structures such as those found here, but only from a distance; the Hala seem to avoid traveling close to areas once populated by humans.
Speaking of humans… where do I begin? I was introduced to King Cailan who said very kind things about my people and even acknowledged that humans have treated them poorly. I was shocked, and I must admit, pleased, to hear such an admission from their king. However, I could not help but wonder how much of his words were truly spoken considering I appear to be the only elf in camp who is not a servant. But, then again, the other elves here are all city elves who’ve long abandoned our ways.
There are two other recruits here, both of whom were shocked that I was an elf although they accepted me readily enough. It seems Duncan had sent word ahead, calling me a promising recruit and that appears to be enough for them.
I’ve also met Alistair, apparently the newest Grey Warden in camp. He’s… interesting. Perhaps it’s just that humans all look much alike to me, but he seems to bear a resemblance to King Cailan, but that is probably just my imagination. Like King Cailan and Duncan both, Alistair has been kind. He, of everyone I have met seems the least put off by my being an elf.
Entry Nine
“Join us brothers and sisters,
Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant,
Join us in the duty that cannot be forsworn.
And should you perish,
Know that your sacrifice shall not be forgotten,
And that one day,
We shall join you.”
I am a Grey Warden. Daveth and Jory are dead. I cannot help but wonder if the cost was worth it.
I had all sorts of humorous comments to make about my two fellow recruits, but writing them down now would just seem… wrong.
I know I have become part of a great Order. I can feel the “rightness” of this. But Duncan was right, we pay a high price to become what we are.
I am so out of my depth here, among these strangers. Kings and soldiers and mages, none of this is familiar to me. I feel so lost.
But enough whining. Time to join Duncan in his meeting with King Cailan (boy does that sound odd… me, an elf, being asked to attend a meeting with the human king!) I am Dalish. I can handle whatever fate awaits me. I will do my clan proud.
I… I am to become a Grey Warden. Duncan and I are on our way to Ostagar. He says becoming a Grey Warden is the only way to cure me of my sickness… my taint.
As I sit here by this fire, away from my clan for the first time, my thoughts and feelings are torn. I already miss those I have left behind. Several times today, I’ve found myself wondering what they are doing at that moment and I know they will be soon be heading north, while I continue south, growing farther apart with each step.
But, I am also curious about what lies ahead. I feel a freedom I have never experienced before and I am finding it much to my liking.
Duncan has been kind, answering my seemingly endless questions without hesitation. Well, almost. He will not discuss what will happen when we reach Ostagar. He says I should spend these days getting familiar with the world around me before worrying about what is to come.
He also shows me great respect which is contrary to everything I have ever heard about humans. Although, come to think of it, the boys Tamlen (oh, Tamlen, where are you?) and I found in the woods were not disrespectful of us either (but that might have been in no small part due to the arrows we had trained on them). Is Duncan the exception to the rule, regarding humans? I suppose that is one of the many things I’ll have to discover for myself in the days ahead.
Entry Eight
We have arrived at Ostagar. It is breathtakingly beautiful. I have seen ruined structures such as those found here, but only from a distance; the Hala seem to avoid traveling close to areas once populated by humans.
Speaking of humans… where do I begin? I was introduced to King Cailan who said very kind things about my people and even acknowledged that humans have treated them poorly. I was shocked, and I must admit, pleased, to hear such an admission from their king. However, I could not help but wonder how much of his words were truly spoken considering I appear to be the only elf in camp who is not a servant. But, then again, the other elves here are all city elves who’ve long abandoned our ways.
There are two other recruits here, both of whom were shocked that I was an elf although they accepted me readily enough. It seems Duncan had sent word ahead, calling me a promising recruit and that appears to be enough for them.
I’ve also met Alistair, apparently the newest Grey Warden in camp. He’s… interesting. Perhaps it’s just that humans all look much alike to me, but he seems to bear a resemblance to King Cailan, but that is probably just my imagination. Like King Cailan and Duncan both, Alistair has been kind. He, of everyone I have met seems the least put off by my being an elf.
Entry Nine
“Join us brothers and sisters,
Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant,
Join us in the duty that cannot be forsworn.
And should you perish,
Know that your sacrifice shall not be forgotten,
And that one day,
We shall join you.”
I am a Grey Warden. Daveth and Jory are dead. I cannot help but wonder if the cost was worth it.
I had all sorts of humorous comments to make about my two fellow recruits, but writing them down now would just seem… wrong.
I know I have become part of a great Order. I can feel the “rightness” of this. But Duncan was right, we pay a high price to become what we are.
I am so out of my depth here, among these strangers. Kings and soldiers and mages, none of this is familiar to me. I feel so lost.
But enough whining. Time to join Duncan in his meeting with King Cailan (boy does that sound odd… me, an elf, being asked to attend a meeting with the human king!) I am Dalish. I can handle whatever fate awaits me. I will do my clan proud.
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Entry Ten
How many more days will I wake up in utter shock? I am not sure my body, nor mind, can take much more of this.
Duncan is dead. Along with the rest of the Grey Wardens. That bastard, Loghain, quit the field instead of engaging the Darkspawn, as planned. And after all the trouble Alistair and I went through to get that damned beacon lit!
Enough of this maudlin thinking. It serves me little purpose.
Morrigan, the witch we met in the wilds, tells me Alistair is outside, worried about me. I suppose I should get dressed and let him know I am fine. I find myself liking Alistair more than any other human I have met. He’s got a sense of humor I find refreshing, and unlike most humans I’ve encountered so far, he is quite easy on the eye. I… I am glad he is here, alive and well.
Entry Eleven
Morrigan’s mother claims to be Flemeth! Can you imagine? True or not, she did apparently save us from that tower and we owe her our lives.
It’s now up to Alistair and I to find a way to stop the blight as there are no other Grey Wardens left in Fereldan. I can barely wrap my head around the fact that the fate of the world is resting in our hands. It numbs the mind.
Flemeth’s asked that we allow Morrigan to accompany us and I’ve reluctantly agreed. I’m not really sure I want an apostate traveling with us, but I don’t want to offend Flemeth.
Entry Twelve
I have a dog. What an odd thing to say. I didn’t even know what one was until I saw them in the kennels at Ostagar. This dog looks like the one I helped before the Joining and has apparently “chosen” me to be its new master! He warned us of an ambush on the road and I probably owe him my life. I just don’t have the first clue how to care for him!
Alistair likes him. He cooed over the dog like Maren does with her Halla. It was actually quite… endearing.
Morrigan does not like the dog. As good of a reason to keep him around as any, right?
I’ve named him Reth. Alistair asked what that meant (he’s been very interested to learn the meanings of the elven words I often speak) and agreed that “safety” was appropriate given the circumstances of our reunion.
Entry Thirteen
We’re in Lothering. Who came up with that name, I’ll never know but they obviously had a sense of humor. I kept waiting for Alistair to say something like “I’m loathe to go to Lothering” but he’s been exceptionally quiet these past few days.
I can understand his feelings… I, too, feel as if the world has fallen away beneath my feet, leaving me stranded in mid air, but I’m trying my best to put thoughts of the future out of my mind – it’s the only way I can find the strength to go on. But Alistair seems to be wearing the weight of it all on his shoulders and I can see it’s becoming unbearable.
I took the lives of several men today and feel no remorse. Granted they were shems, but I never thought I would be one to turn so ruthless, even towards humans. First there were the bandits outside of Lothering – I tried to offer them mercy by turning them over to the authorities, but they would have none of that and so we killed them, to a man. Then, there were Loghain’s men – mercy was not something I was willing to grant those who willingly followed the man responsible for the death of so many.
And, we have two new companions traveling with us now. Leilana, who’s probably crazy and a Chantry Sister to boot, but we need all the help we can get and she’s pretty good with a bow, for a shemlen. Sten is… odd. A Qunari, which I’d never heard of or seen until today. He was imprisoned for killing a family in cold blood, yet I cannot help but think there is more to the story than what we’ve been told. He has sworn to follow me and help with the Blight and I believe him. I trust him, though I could not explain why, if asked.
Entry Fourteen
I have seen the face of the enemy. I had a nightmare last night; the first since my Joining. Alistair says these dreams will be common for awhile but most likely will go away eventually.
How, by the Creators, are we supposed to kill that monster? Are there enough men in all of Fereldan to take on such a task?
How many more days will I wake up in utter shock? I am not sure my body, nor mind, can take much more of this.
Duncan is dead. Along with the rest of the Grey Wardens. That bastard, Loghain, quit the field instead of engaging the Darkspawn, as planned. And after all the trouble Alistair and I went through to get that damned beacon lit!
Enough of this maudlin thinking. It serves me little purpose.
Morrigan, the witch we met in the wilds, tells me Alistair is outside, worried about me. I suppose I should get dressed and let him know I am fine. I find myself liking Alistair more than any other human I have met. He’s got a sense of humor I find refreshing, and unlike most humans I’ve encountered so far, he is quite easy on the eye. I… I am glad he is here, alive and well.
Entry Eleven
Morrigan’s mother claims to be Flemeth! Can you imagine? True or not, she did apparently save us from that tower and we owe her our lives.
It’s now up to Alistair and I to find a way to stop the blight as there are no other Grey Wardens left in Fereldan. I can barely wrap my head around the fact that the fate of the world is resting in our hands. It numbs the mind.
Flemeth’s asked that we allow Morrigan to accompany us and I’ve reluctantly agreed. I’m not really sure I want an apostate traveling with us, but I don’t want to offend Flemeth.
Entry Twelve
I have a dog. What an odd thing to say. I didn’t even know what one was until I saw them in the kennels at Ostagar. This dog looks like the one I helped before the Joining and has apparently “chosen” me to be its new master! He warned us of an ambush on the road and I probably owe him my life. I just don’t have the first clue how to care for him!
Alistair likes him. He cooed over the dog like Maren does with her Halla. It was actually quite… endearing.
Morrigan does not like the dog. As good of a reason to keep him around as any, right?
I’ve named him Reth. Alistair asked what that meant (he’s been very interested to learn the meanings of the elven words I often speak) and agreed that “safety” was appropriate given the circumstances of our reunion.
Entry Thirteen
We’re in Lothering. Who came up with that name, I’ll never know but they obviously had a sense of humor. I kept waiting for Alistair to say something like “I’m loathe to go to Lothering” but he’s been exceptionally quiet these past few days.
I can understand his feelings… I, too, feel as if the world has fallen away beneath my feet, leaving me stranded in mid air, but I’m trying my best to put thoughts of the future out of my mind – it’s the only way I can find the strength to go on. But Alistair seems to be wearing the weight of it all on his shoulders and I can see it’s becoming unbearable.
I took the lives of several men today and feel no remorse. Granted they were shems, but I never thought I would be one to turn so ruthless, even towards humans. First there were the bandits outside of Lothering – I tried to offer them mercy by turning them over to the authorities, but they would have none of that and so we killed them, to a man. Then, there were Loghain’s men – mercy was not something I was willing to grant those who willingly followed the man responsible for the death of so many.
And, we have two new companions traveling with us now. Leilana, who’s probably crazy and a Chantry Sister to boot, but we need all the help we can get and she’s pretty good with a bow, for a shemlen. Sten is… odd. A Qunari, which I’d never heard of or seen until today. He was imprisoned for killing a family in cold blood, yet I cannot help but think there is more to the story than what we’ve been told. He has sworn to follow me and help with the Blight and I believe him. I trust him, though I could not explain why, if asked.
Entry Fourteen
I have seen the face of the enemy. I had a nightmare last night; the first since my Joining. Alistair says these dreams will be common for awhile but most likely will go away eventually.
How, by the Creators, are we supposed to kill that monster? Are there enough men in all of Fereldan to take on such a task?
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Entry Fifteen
Alistair and I talked about Duncan tonight. I think it did us both some good.
Entry Sixteen
I found one of our sister clans in the Brecilian Forest. It was nice being among my own kind again, but… it no longer feels like home.
While there, I talked with Varathorn and I am very glad I did. He spoke of my father with great affection and shared something with me that no one has ever mentioned before. He told me that father advocated spending more time with the shems and getting to know them as a people. I cannot express how much that warmed my hear, for I have long felt that we should strive to understand the shems vs simply despising them. I know since leaving the clan I have been shown many acts of kindness by the humans I have encountered and I am learning that not all of them are elf-haters, despite what I was taught.
Varathorn also said he thought my father would be proud to see that I had become a Grey Warden. By the Creators, I pray that is so, for I am discovering that I am very proud to be a part of this Order.
I promised Zathrian that I would return as soon as possible to help him and his people with their werewolf problem. I wish I could stay and help them now, but we are too few in numbers to be very effective, I fear – I mean, if elven hunters are no match for them, it sounds like we’re going to need some more help. So, I’m off to see if I can find others to join our cause.
Entry Seventeen
Okay, now this takes the cake! A golem has joined our party! I have no idea what possessed me to activate him after hearing how he killed his last master – I guess this just proves how desperate I am to find allies, huh?
But, despite the fact that control rod is broken and the golem can do what he pleases, he hasn’t gone on a killing rampage yet (if you don’t count the chickens). I’m not sure this was the brightest idea I’ve ever had… I guess only time will tell.
Entry Eighteen
I’m drunk. Found some wine in Honnleath and decided to try a cup of it. Human wine is much more pote… much stronger than elven wine. Much. Big mistake. Big.
How drunk am I? How about drunk enough to tell Alistair I think he’s handsome?!? Well… I wasn’t quite *that* drunk… I didn’t actually tell him he was, but I sure hinted at it enough!
I’m so embarrassed! He’s human! What by the Creators was I thinking? I mean, he *is* handsome, but… blast it!
I have to put this parchment down before I write something even worse. Perhaps it’d be better if I just burned this page.
Alistair and I talked about Duncan tonight. I think it did us both some good.
Entry Sixteen
I found one of our sister clans in the Brecilian Forest. It was nice being among my own kind again, but… it no longer feels like home.
While there, I talked with Varathorn and I am very glad I did. He spoke of my father with great affection and shared something with me that no one has ever mentioned before. He told me that father advocated spending more time with the shems and getting to know them as a people. I cannot express how much that warmed my hear, for I have long felt that we should strive to understand the shems vs simply despising them. I know since leaving the clan I have been shown many acts of kindness by the humans I have encountered and I am learning that not all of them are elf-haters, despite what I was taught.
Varathorn also said he thought my father would be proud to see that I had become a Grey Warden. By the Creators, I pray that is so, for I am discovering that I am very proud to be a part of this Order.
I promised Zathrian that I would return as soon as possible to help him and his people with their werewolf problem. I wish I could stay and help them now, but we are too few in numbers to be very effective, I fear – I mean, if elven hunters are no match for them, it sounds like we’re going to need some more help. So, I’m off to see if I can find others to join our cause.
Entry Seventeen
Okay, now this takes the cake! A golem has joined our party! I have no idea what possessed me to activate him after hearing how he killed his last master – I guess this just proves how desperate I am to find allies, huh?
But, despite the fact that control rod is broken and the golem can do what he pleases, he hasn’t gone on a killing rampage yet (if you don’t count the chickens). I’m not sure this was the brightest idea I’ve ever had… I guess only time will tell.
Entry Eighteen
I’m drunk. Found some wine in Honnleath and decided to try a cup of it. Human wine is much more pote… much stronger than elven wine. Much. Big mistake. Big.
How drunk am I? How about drunk enough to tell Alistair I think he’s handsome?!? Well… I wasn’t quite *that* drunk… I didn’t actually tell him he was, but I sure hinted at it enough!
I’m so embarrassed! He’s human! What by the Creators was I thinking? I mean, he *is* handsome, but… blast it!
I have to put this parchment down before I write something even worse. Perhaps it’d be better if I just burned this page.
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Entry Nineteen
We stumbled upon Elric Maraigne be set upon by brigands. We tried to fend off the attack after Alistair recognized him from Ostagar, but we were too late. Elric died, but not before charging us with a mission to retrieve some documents that should not be allowed to fall into the wrong hands.
Alistair and I were in agreement. We had to go back. Not just for these papers, but for Duncan as well.
Entry Twenty
Ostagar was horrid. The Darkspawn spread their taint like wild beasts marking the territory. They defile everything they touch. They are an evil that must be destroyed!
We found nothing of Duncan except his weapons, buried deep in the chest of an Ogre. I shudder to think of what they did to his body and can only pray he is truly dead. I would not want to become a prisoner of these monsters.
Cailan's body we did find, strung up on display. We cut him down and set him to flame. Even the Dalish would not bury a body in this accursed ground.
We stumbled upon Elric Maraigne be set upon by brigands. We tried to fend off the attack after Alistair recognized him from Ostagar, but we were too late. Elric died, but not before charging us with a mission to retrieve some documents that should not be allowed to fall into the wrong hands.
Alistair and I were in agreement. We had to go back. Not just for these papers, but for Duncan as well.
Entry Twenty
Ostagar was horrid. The Darkspawn spread their taint like wild beasts marking the territory. They defile everything they touch. They are an evil that must be destroyed!
We found nothing of Duncan except his weapons, buried deep in the chest of an Ogre. I shudder to think of what they did to his body and can only pray he is truly dead. I would not want to become a prisoner of these monsters.
Cailan's body we did find, strung up on display. We cut him down and set him to flame. Even the Dalish would not bury a body in this accursed ground.
