The doors to his inner chambers burst open; the wood flaking and crumbling to the floor, the sounds of battle of men dying and the clanging of swords roared inward like an advancing dragon of battle.
Despite the intrusion though he remained as he was staring down at the map of Thedas; were once he would have looked at this and remarked on just how strong their position was; now he was far from the continent and its politics, this land mass meant less then nothing here.
The sounds of battle grew increasingly louder; his final Seekers were falling to the Inquisition, no doubt making those heretics pay for every inch they took within the halls of their ancient sanctum but they were falling, if they had breached this far it meant the inner courtyards had been taken and the outer wall had been completely overrun.
Their position was indefensible; this battle, this siege…it was over.
Raising himself up from the oaken war table, he stepped over to the quartz chess board, the game now half complete, just as the sounds of war reached their crescendo he flicked the king piece over.
There were no moves left to make.
However just as he stepped back the final doors to his private war council were broken and with this final barrier removed the forces of the inquisition stormed forth; men armored steel and armed with zealotry charged forth.
In an instant his silverite blade had cleared its sheath; his body rotating around, his heels shifting.
However the inevitable charge never came; were he had expected dozens of soldiers in place of them strode forth but a single armored figure; blood dripping from their blade, their jet black armor and full visored helm adorned in splattered crimson, he had no doubt all of his men outside were dead.
The figure wore the armor of a Seeker; the eye of truth emblazoned upon their armor.
"So...you came." His voice rang across the vacant chamber.