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[GameBoyish]

Dear diary,

Why the frick is my hand glowing. I am an archer not a sodding mage. This Cassandra person thinks I massacred the chantry conclave. Met a charming fellow dwarf called Varric. He's super cute and he's got the coolest crossbow. He calls it Bianca. Apparently he found it in a locked chest that was booby trapped? Lucky. I wanna get in his pants.

Yours sincerely,
Catina Cadash

[Al Foley]

Benjamin Trevelyan Journal Entry...what are we on now 8?  Finally hunting down those poor Soldiers.  

 

Arrived in the Fallow Mire.  The dark, dank, depressing Fallow Mire btw...with legions of undead coming out of the water, and someone keen to start a holy war with me because of my status as the Herald of Andraste...oh and I met Hawke....completly unrelated.  

 

Took the usual gang out, minus Solas...and we are a bit...I believe the term is 'squishy'.  Though we also survived most of the opponents in the Mire, it was a bit of a difficult trek, at first.  So, at the first camp, I rested and brought the rest of my party up.  And things went smoothly from there.  

 

The highlight of the experience was fighting a Revenant.  The ancient creatures of legend torn from the Fade were most...impressive.  In all actuality.  Terrifying up close, but fortanatly my fade mark ability saved my life, and neutralized the threat allowing me to close the rift.  We then went back to a camp, and restocked.  

 

Finally, the specialization trainers have arrived and wanted me to do the way of the Knight Enchanter...which sounds a lot like what my Templar was trying to have me train back when I was in the Circle.  The only problem is, it requires me to get a material I have no knowledge of...not even in my scholary studies in the Circle.  I will have to keep an eye out for it in the futre.  

 

Meanwhile, Cassandra and Varric is at it again, but he made a peace offering with her book...which she really liked.  

[Basement Cat]

Harvestmere, Dragon 9:40.

 

This has been a very strange day. Woke up in a cell with a strange green mark on my hand. Then some angry woman started threatening to kill me. Then another one stepped in to stop the first one killing me. I like that one. Then I was dragged outside in shackles. That angry lady doesn't look so bad in the light of day. Even if it's tainted green by that thing.

 

Then we went to the forward camp when we rejoined the other lady from earlier. Maker, she's a knockout! Some guy accused me of something but the two lovely ladies shut him up. I wasn't paying attention. Then we fought a few demons, got to the temple, killed more demons and then I passed out. I woke up later when one of the servants dropped a box of something on the floor. She's not too bad looking either.

 

Then I went to the back room of the Chantry where I was introduced to Lady Montilyet and Commander Cullen. Andraste preserve me, why is everyone so pretty around here? And was it an accident that those three people are a blond a brunette and a redhead? Talk about a complete set. They want me to stay and help. I guess I was blessed by Andraste after all.

[Ryriena]

Today in the exploits of Eloise Trayvlen,

I woke up after I had a bad nightmare about something I can not remember to a woman holding sword to my throat whom I later learned her name is Cassandra. Then, I actually met a hot guy, as I charged up the mountain, which I found out his name is Cullen. He is a verily handsome man, then I heard his full rank Knight-Captain Cullen.

He had to be a damn Templar, but I got a glimps of his butt as he carried one of his soilders away to the healer.

Why am I thinking about a damn Templar right now their my enemy, I think?

However, I fought a few demon with the help of Cassandra, Sloas, and a darwf named Varric whom was conscripted by Cassandra, since apparently he was friends with Commander Anders and Sareia Hawke.

He sounds a little bitter about what Anders had done to the Chantry, but mostly out of loyalty to Hawke, which I can respect his loyalty to his friends but the Hawke I met is not the famous General of the Rebel Mages.

I mean she sounded nothing like the woman, I knew she sounded completely broken and lost.

[TEWR]

Sod it all, my feet are soaked. Hell my ass is drenched as well. Damn trek down the mountain path was filled with snow. Varric knows my pain. He and I just kept slipping into piles of snow despite Cassandra taking point to try and clear a path for us. Sodding blasted Frostbacks. Now I know why we holed up inside the damned mountain and never came out.

 

But at least we're here. I met Harding, another Dwarf of all things. Good woman, skilled with a bow, and beautiful besides. She gave me the lay of the land from what she could remember growing up here. Told me there are bound to be enough landmarks that could give our people and the refugees a point of reference. Solas volunteered to draw us a map. Gotta admit, art would've been the last thing I'd expect from him, but I should know by now not to judge people. It suits him in hindsight, and I almost feel a fool for not thinking he could have a penchant for it.

 

The Mages and Templars are going at it even worse then I feared. There's a device here -- an ocularum, Solas says -- that allows me to see for miles on end. The Dwarves and the Qunari have similar things, but this one is tied to magical shards. Figures. Magic's f*cking everywhere. But there are homes burning into a mess of blackened wood, trees ripped from their roots, corpses everywhere. They're not even trying to avoid the innocents.

 

Granted my hands aren't the cleanest but they don't even have any values in this ideological war. They've turned into rabid dogs, all of them! Well, the ones that are actually going at it anyway. Supposedly the real Rebel Mages are holed up in Redcliffe, avoiding the fighting and chaos. These people must just be the bad apples. Suppose we better pull them from the tree.

 

We're going to make for the Crossroads now, try and meet up with this Mother Giselle, see what she says. Afterwards, we'll spend some time securing the Hinterlands and then move towards the Brecilian Forest. Seems that the seneschal of Teyrn Damaeus Cousland requests our assistance in some matter. The Couslands were gathered together at Highever Castle for the prayer service Teyrn Fergus set up, with our own Fereldan soldiers and Templars that knew the Divine having attended. Seems we managed to gain the approval of Highever, Gwaren, and Denerim in one fell swoop -- more or less, at any rate, though such matters are often far more complicated then a simple "Hey how do you do?".

 

At any rate, we're off to try and fix everybody's mess.

 

---- From the journal of Nasir Cadash, penned in the Hinterlands main camp

[Al Foley]

The Journal of Benjamin Trevelyan...entry 9...securing the Hinterlands.  

 

Today is the day, well actually last week was the week, I finally unlocked the secrets of the Knight Enchanter.  The secrets that I personally have studied at the Circles, before they fell apart.  I finally met someone who was willing to teach me the ropes and fill in the blanks.  After I crafted myself a magical blade like some warior of legend.  Its going to take a while getting used to, charged in once, and got badly injured for my efforts.  But, I am sure it will be worth it.  

 

So, went back to the Hinterlands which is where I am now, in order to finish up some of the unfinished business.  Now that it is a good few months since the destruction of Haven I decided the risk was worth it to return and continue spreading the good word.  Closing rifts, helping out long lost lovers, and discovering ancient tresures...defeating bandits, killing Venatori for Dorian, finding memories for Blackkwall, and killing Templars for Cassandra.  Pretty dry stuff.  Yet fun.  Also cleared out a mercenary company which seemed to be hunting us.  It should have been an easy evenly matched fight, but they almost wiped us out, and so I retreated.  Before bringing up a rage I returned moments later and wiped them out with proper fire support from Dorian...then chased them to their layer.  I do not know if I should feel proud of my accomplishment or not.  I am leaning towards no, but I am rather impressed with my feat of marshall daring due.  

[Al Foley]

The Journal of Benjamin Trevelyan Entry 10.  Securing Suledin Keep.  

 

Have been home nearly a day since we returned to Skyhold and after spending some time with Cassandra, it had been a while and we couldn't have a lot of 'personal' time in the two week Campaign to rid the Lion of the Red Templars once and for all, but...she discovered my journal...and seen that it has been over a month since my last entry.  Well, didn't think anything of it till her and Josephine acosted me and cornered me...in my own quarters no less!  *sigh*.  

 

But the Emprise Campaign has been the longest and most difficult of the entire war.  At the center of it was Suledin Keep.  A grand sprawling fortress, a ruin really, streatching across nearly a mile of realestate.  I should have launched a full scale attack with the Inquisition, but, I was reckless, over confident.  The Red Templars have turned themselves into abominations.  And while I have seen some of them in other areas before, mainly the Emerald Graves and Storm Coast, this drove home how desperate they were.  They had Giants, Giants corrupted by Red Lyrium, and heavy support from Archers.  Dorian had a broken rib because of it.  But he shall heal.  Eventually me, Blackwall, Cassandra, and Solas finally took the Keep, and defeated the Demon.  A nice days...well nearly a month's work, and we got a new agent out of the deal and Dagna has gotten some constructive work...finally.  

 

Met with Blackwall for a while, shared a drink, and then...he said he was sick and withdrew himself from the roster before we left for the Hissing Wastes.  So, off to there we go, with Solas, Cassandra, and Varric, high ho, high ho, the merry old band we go.  

[Al Foley]

The Journal of Benjamin Trevelyan Entry 11.  To the Hisssiiinngg Wastes.  

 

So...I met a sentient Dog who can make change.  I half want to electrocute him with my staff just to see if he is actually a rage demon in disguise.  

 

The Wastes are the last major area the Inquisition has been to which my advisors think is best for our direct involvement.  I thought, it would be boring.  After all any area that has the 'Wastes' as a word in it, might not be the best.  Plus it was really far from Skyhold.  

 

Needless to say I am enraptured with the place.  It has a certain exotic beuty to it.  Plus rumors of Dwarven Ruins, ruins the Venatori seem to be interested in themselves, are enough to pique my curiousity.  To see living, breathing, ancient history.  UNdiscovered, especially so close to the surface.  Its an opprotunity for any scholar, of which I remain one at heart.  

 

But, there has been a lot of rifts to close, and righteous Venatori in the area.  I cannot wait to get back to Skyhold there and try out some of these new schematics I have found.  

[dragonflight288]

By the Stone, huh, I actually wrote that. Sod it, stone forsaken fools the humans and elves. I told Cassandra I believed in the Maker, I played the part, acted the pageant, and apparently I, a lyrium smuggler, am the vanguard of the next golden age of divinity. 

 

Let's be clear. I do not believe I am chosen by the Maker, nor am I Andraste's chosen. But the people need to hear it. If it turns out that everyone finds out I'm a fraud then I'll be lucky if I have so merciful a death as Rainier. 

 

Now that the lyrium venting has been accomplished let me introduce myself....diary? Sod it, what's the point no one will read this-

 

-never mind. Josie found out I was venting and tried reading it. Putting it in code now. Rewrote everything in dwarvish. Hope she can't read it. Started nagging me about how sweet that the Herald is doing this, and it's great for posterity, so now I'm stuck. I'll have to do some serious editing later to make it more palatable to the gullible masses. 

 

Right, so here I go. My name is Bohlin Cadash. A month ago we, the Inquisition, have sealed the breach and defeated a potential god and a red lyrium dragon. My political, economical and military power rivals that of nations. If the Dasher were still alive, I'm sure he'd be raking in the profits, bending over backwards to make deals with me. Shame that he isn't. 

 

So, if any potential but unlikely....sod, Josie tried reading again. So, if any future posterity shows an interest in this, you're probably wondering how a dwarf came to be the symbol of the faithful, or you've more likely been indoctrinated by the Chantry that I'm a second prophet and will dismiss most of these words out of hand.  

 

Well, it starts off like this. I was a high ranking member of the Carta, largely thanks to Nana being the head of the family. I didn't have to do the high-risk jobs, mostly I was involved in the selling, setting up deals or enforcing the rules among the canon fodder. But I volunteered for a big job at the Chantry's conclave to test the waters on where the mage/templar war was going. Business was booming and we needed to stay ahead of competitors, so some forewarning to aid our forearming was necessary. 

 

Long story short, I blew up, walked out of a dream sequence with a glowing scar on my hand that set my nerves aflame, fell unconscious then woke up in chains. To be fair, I expected I'd end up in chains some day, but not for blowing up the sky. Dwalkin hasn't done it yet, and I fund his little projects. And I was going to be executed. 

 

Boom baby! Didn't expect that did ya you indoctrinated brats! 

 

Ah, got to wrap this up. Josie's coming and she's got a dwarf/rivain dictionary!

 

Bohlin. 

[WhoopinYourA55Mate]

~~~Today I "Rided the Bull" and left him of course,can't have this booty tied to anyone just yet.I as good boy went and courted Josie,Leliana said she will kill me if I leave her but problem is well...Josie doesn't want to sleep with me.Who does she think she is not wanting booty as mine,it is most wanted booty of Theades and she turns it down tsk tsk If that was not enough the Cole has reviled what does that grizzly of Black Wall thinks about mine Josie.Scandalous! I just can't be with Josie anymore after this...I need to find the way out of this relationship but without arrow in knee from Leliana greeting me for it.~~~

 

~~~Haha,the Maker do indeed smiles on good ones! Today Josie tells me that she wishes to break up with me because she found out about some Antivan suitor that she needs to marry.Yes! Of course I pretended how I'm sorry about it all that it didn't worked out and all,she also said she was sorry too and I gave her one sad look right before I closed the door as I left.Haha once I closed the damn door I started jumping from happiness around Skyhold for being free again! Hahaha! I need to celebrate this event with starting another relationship with Dorian hahaha!~~~

 

~~~Dorian and I started our relationship.That was quick by the way.That naughty boy he as well was just waiting for chance so Josie can bie bie to jump into my bed,haha and finally someone that does want to jump in my bed.Yes I have been blessed!Sexy-time finally again! Everything is so perfect except the part that when I talked to Cassandra she was...jealous? Aha,but of course she is I can't blame her afterall everyone wants the Quizzy-booty for themselves hehe,even I when I saw my double in Fade wanted to romance myself.Hehe,selfcest! I of course am afterall  man of noble birth that was raised to be gentleman so women's desire are my order and besides Dorian and I already had our tumble and it's time to end our relationship before someone starts to suspect that I'm "taken".Preposterous,this booty shall never be claimed better end this quick before that changes!~~~

 

~~~Dorian and I ended our relationship and he took it well.Good! As soon as I left room Cassandra pulled me over so we can have private discussion about our...flirting because she wants a relationship too!Ahaha,that girl is so naughty,I just broke up with one guy and she appeared as fast as lighting to drag me in here so we can talk about "us".Ahaha,I like how she thinks! So of course since I'm gentleman of course I accept...though she was talking about "courting" my booty didn't liked the sound of that very much? Well anyway I must have heard wrong,let's not think much about it shall we and lets find some candles,flowers I think we can steal that from Isolde's grave...she doesn't need flowers anyone they should plant one bombs in her grave just to make sure she is dead,anyway back to "bedding" I need to find some porn book....ehm...I mean poetry book and sweet lovin here I come~~~

 

~~~Wohooo!I just bedded Cass it was perfect! Everyone was happy at moment.She was happy,I was happy,my booty was happy...though happiness disappeared when I found out one thing....my booty has been claimed! I can't even bring the talk of break up,ah this is nightmare! I'm trapped and locked! I have been claimed and I can't escape from it! This is not fair all I ever wanted was just sweet loving I never wanted to be stuck in some relationship...ah this is coming true of my worst nightmare.What am I to do now,how am I to escape this nightmare.I must find a way to get away from it,no one shall have Trevelyan booty on their leash except me!~~~

 

~~~Ah Maker loves me,he sent answer to me once again! Cassandra wants to be Divine and Divines can't have lovers.Yes! I shall be free once more! I told Cassandra that she is perfect for Divine and supported her in every way now only thing left is to wait.Just a little more and I shall be free once again! Because no one hold Trevelyan booty for too long! No one!~~~

 

~~~Bah Empress sent me her stinky-witch....seriously what the hell is wrong with this women,I can smell stench of her clothes from miles away,it's like she didn't get that thing off her for 10 years! It reaks worst then Isolde's corpse.Yuck! If she has plot to kill everyone with her stench,she is doing great job.Anyway me and stinky-witch visited some temple of some old creepy nun elven Goddes of...I don't care of what to find some "Well Of Sorrows".Hehe,why can't it ever be "Well Of Virgins" I wonder...though on second thought I think a well would do good for me to toss this stinky-witch in it so she can learn what word "bath" is.I vomited over fifty times just being near this witch.Ewww! So in end we found so called "Well Of Sorrows" and stinky-witch wanted to drink it but I of course couldn't let that happen because idea of immortality and being most powerful dude appealed to me.If I have power that means I shall get laid more often so nope witch can't have something as this it will go to waste in her hands,better for it to be with me!~~~

 

~~~Psh,another day and that big-headed retard of stink-witch's child has gone missing so I was sent with stink-witch to look for him.The brat was entire time with Miss old lady nice-bosom creepy witch one...though turns out that lady is Mythal and she also appears to have "leash" on me....I'm hers...for all eternity.This is worst discovery of my life! You can't tell me that after all I have been trough,after all people I bed and left that now I shall now be stuck for all eternity with some mad old woman until death due us part...$hit this sounds like marrige!No...nooooooo!!! This can't be the end,this just can't be the end of me! Nooooooo! Why?Why didn't I let stink-witch to drink it instead?Why Maker didn't stop me?Haven't I've been your most faithful Maker?Didn't I used to go back in Chantry back in Kirkwall everyday to pray for you to take my itch away for 6 years? Why did you let me  to become tied down to mad woman for all my eternity? It's not fair,not fair...~~~

 

~~~And there it is.Corypheus has been delt with,Dorian and Bull enjoy the BDSM every night,Josephine got hitched with that Creepy Wall,Cassandra was made Divine and I'm now stuck in "creepy marrige" with insane woman.Everyone is happy except my booty that still years for freedom and worst part about whole thing is...there aren't any brothels around in here! This really $ucks!~~~ 

 

Written by Garth Trevelyan,also known as $lut-quisitor who was finally "leashed" down

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True story of my Inquisitor 

[Hair Serious Business]

*snip*

I facepalmed and lol-ed trough entire story xD

You Trevelyan sure is "interesting guy"...I also noticed reference from DA2 about that guy who used to constantly begging Maker about his itch to go away lol So that was your Inquisitor? Seems mystery about that one was solved 

And I think I agree with your Inquisitor about Morrigan...hell that robe of her must stink like hell lol 

[WhoopinYourA55Mate]

I facepalmed and lol-ed trough entire story xD

You Trevelyan sure is "interesting guy"...I also noticed reference from DA2 about that guy who used to constantly begging Maker about his itch to go away lol So that was your Inquisitor? Seems mystery about that one was solved 

And I think I agree with your Inquisitor about Morrigan...hell that robe of her must stink like hell lol 

I felt stench of that robe by just looking at it...    

[Duggs007]

Today, he left me.

 

The waterfall's mist surrounding my sorrow. I tried to hold my tears, not wanting to give him the satisfaction,

but they had burst. He walked away, just... away.

Away from me, away from our love.

The nerve he had, the nerve he had to have gone through to have done this.

 

Now, he is probably sitting in his stupid circular room, with his stupid head drinking his stupid tea.

Maybe I'm just not good enough, no-

 

Every day since I'd been caught up in this hellhole, every day since I have missed my clan, I remember what Keeper had once said to me after I'd slipped up my first hunting. "Remember to always smile, because even if its fake, you'll enlighten the people around you and eventually yourself."

 

Since then I have always tried to keep a smile on my face, but..

 

Dear Diary, I'm not sure If I can smile now.

[LumenIzampel]

#ITRIED

 

I actually like this idea. I'll go write more stuff about this. Though I'm sure my Inquisitor is an artsy girl and would draw a little more than she writes, but words come easily to her, too. Maybe when she's emotional. Urgh. So have a post-Solas breakup thing.

--

 

I honestly have no idea what to feel. The bed feels so empty. We're not going on Fade adventures tonight, and I don't know if we'll ever do that again. And I'm sure as hell as not to ask him why he won't come. He's told me the words. He's certain and I won't ask. Even though I'm filled with questions.

 

It's been days. I'm trying to find a different way up the library to talk to Dorian about the books. If I ever drop in where Solas stays, I'd just see him working. I still remember how we'd work on the murals together, but I guess collaborations are a thing of a past now. But I still don't understand.

 

I wish maybe I'd forced him to stay for a while, explain to him everything. He's been truthful to me, and I have... I have been lying to him, too, about myself, about everything, about the Mithiin he sees, and the behavior I have been showing everyone. Creators, this is not good. I thought it was for the best, that he'd see me like that. He'd see me as perfect and pristine and maybe he'd be happier than before, yes? But was I wrong to assume that? I know he has seen through me, but I have not told him everything. he knew it was all for show but I didn't bother to tell him all the smaller, more intricate details.

 

I kept the vallaslin. I don't know if I should have let him take it off. It has been with me for so long, I'd keep it no matter it's true meaning. It's no longer an ugly mark with an ugly meaning, it's a mark I've learn to carry as myself, as something that Mithiin Lavellan would be known about. That the Dalish are something else than marked elves. That they have changed its meaning to something else. We use them to glorify our gods, and we don't give two asses about what it meant before.

 

Did I do something wrong? Was I bad? Was I not truthful enough? Or maybe he has seen through me and he thought it fit not to stay so close to a liar? A lady who hies way too much behind a persona? Is this his way of telling me to stop?

 

I hate this. I hate everything I hate this thing I hate all this -- [next few sentences and phrases are scribbled over and covered with more black ink.]

 

Varric talked to me about it. He said that I was too ideal, and he told me that he found it of a surprise that we have been spending time together. I didn't know. I was too oblivious. Maybe I just didn't notice. I don't know. Varric was quick on putting me down about this, on how long I can keep the smiles and the impressions up. But he told me everyone was worried when I was gone for a week. I needed it... you know, to think, to just get myself away from all of this. No Inquisition around to remind me how much I've been lying to myself on ow perfect I can make all this.

 

But after that, I was sure to go back and apologize. I said the same to Solas, to everyone, to myself. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for pretending to be perfect. I'm sorry I was so different at the ball. I'm sorry I had to lie. I smiled-- is this another lie?

 

I'll keep on smiling, if that is what it takes to keep this Inquisition running. Personal matters are for another day. Tears will come once that bastard Corypheus is slain. 

[rx00]

(Undated dairy of Inqusitor Llinos Lavellan. This page was likely tored off from original dairy, recovered and translated by Brother Lovecraft)

 

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......and these Shems called me Herald of Andraste. Herald of Andraste! Seriously, I almost doubt that they're all pranking or just smoked too much black lotus--poor Alis did this once after we haunt a boar, to this day everyone in our clan still remember she spent the next three days sitting on that smelly boar and believed she was riding a silverite halla..... Point is, they clearly are desperate enough to believe me is the herald of their prophet, which is understandable, but still, ridiculous. Let's hope I can close this bloody breach soon enough so I can get back to my clan. Otherwise......I don't know, they might finally come up with their own solution in no time or they will praised me so much that I find myself "riding on a silverite halla".......

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[Al Foley]

The Journal of Benjamin Trevelyan Entry 12.  Killing Dragons suck.  

 

Finished the Emerald Graves.  At least to the business I deam important, and even a lot of minutia, of ye mighty Inquisitor.  However, last thing I did before leaving the area was to kill the local Dragon.  I have killed five of them since joining the Inquisition, and Cassandra lives up to her name sake.  But, I think unless I absolutely have to, my Dragon killing days are done.  I was hacking on its leg with my Spirit Blade, crippiling its leg, it hopped around and howled in pain.  It struck me to the core.  I know this is a bit of a late revelation and did not help this High Dragon.  But, most of the Dragons I have killed have just been minding their own business, except for perhaps the one in the Hinterlands.  

 

In other news though, found the Ancient Ruins of the Temple of....the Dalish God of Secrets...I thought that was Fen'Harel?  Though I guess that is the trickster.  Anyways, one of those weird areas that I run into a lot in my journeys.  Frustrating in the amoint of time I have to spend in it, yet fascinating in its own right.  Fascinating for the history, the atmosphere, the mis en scene, and what went down there...and my greater knowledge of Elven Lore.  But, it was confusing at times, and kind of creepy.  

 

Then off to the Emprise Du Lion to close more rifts, and FINALLY, took care of Cassandra's problems.  Not sure what to say on this issue.  But oh well.  Then also repaired Judacael Crossing, and continued back to the Emprise to try and finish it off, again to my satisfaction.  

 

Also, dealt with a person who sold a quarry to the Red Templars.  Eveyrone hated my decision.  I seized her assets.  Honestly, what did they want?  Me to execute her, or put her to work...or let her go?  She would have been a terrible worker, and the other options were not happening.  She deserved some punishment for what she did...but then maybe taking her money would leave the Emprise in a bad position.  Well, that is what the Inquisition is here for.  Investment.  

 

Finally the War Table has been busy.  Have destroyed Adamant, mixed feelings about that issue, I didn't want to, but I suppose it was neccessary.  And made contact with Zevran Ariani...and Leilianna is off looking for the Hero of Fereldn as per Morrigan's request.  

 

So...off to maybe more Dragon Hunting and to close the rest of the rifts in the Lion.  

 

***

 

The Journal of an Inquisition Black Smith, Night Shift, Entry 1

 

Enough is enough! I cannot stand it any more, I have to make a stand...by chronicalling these events for future posterity.  The Inquisitor, and his Seeker friend, has been up there, in the black smith over hangs...having a glorious old romp...or 'making love' for the third. straight. time!  Argh.  At least they have the descency to do it at night, but Maker's Breath, it is still public...the black smithy...it is where people work.  And the glorious Inquisitorialness declared that the Inquisition workers must work, all the day long, in order to keep the Inquisition supplied.  So, yeah...if they do it again Maker help me...I mean yes I get it its at night, and they were celebrating a Dragon Slaying...or based on the noise the Inquisitor was making maybe mourning...but still.  Maker's breath I think I hear them coming again!  

[Al Foley]

The Journal of Benjamin Trevelyan Entry 13- feels like an ending dosen't it?  

 

All the pieces have been assembled.  The rifts have been sealed.  We have gathered and trained an army worthy of nations and Kingdoms and Empires of Old.  We have built, we have survived, and we have endured.  

 

It is hard to believe that this journey began eight months ago.  eight months ago.  The seasons have changed, but, eight months since the original opening of the Breach.  Eight months since I was branded by Corypheus.  Eight months since the Inquisition was a collection of a few soldiers and advisors into a powerful force.  We have done all we can, and are prepared as we ever can be.  And, with Corypheus baring down on his goal, we have no choice.  

 

The next week or so we will determine the fate of the entire world.  Despite all of our efforts, this is endgame.  

 

I have met with my advisors and have ordered them to bring the full force of the Inquisition to bare on the Arbor Wilds, me, Cassandra, Varric, Solas, and Morrigan leave within the hour.  I have many different feelings.  I feel pain and worry, at the past.  Have I done enough?  Have I made the right choices?  Worked hard enough?  Acted fast enough to stop the Magister?  And will any of us die?  Will I lose Cassandra, or will I fall and cause her immeasurable pain?  I feel nostalgia and wonder at what we have wrought.  Building the Inquisition, facing the pain, and moving past it and growing despite it.  At the shared adventure and epic of hundreds of people.  

 

All I can do is hope I have made a good Inquisitor,...a good Herald of Andraste...something whicn causes myself constranation even thinking about it now.  

 

The one thing that is not in doubt is the quality of the people who I have shared this journey with.  All 12 of the people are competent people who have become my friends and my trusted companins...even Blackwall.  It has been an honor and a priviledge to share this journey with all of them, and stand or fall, I owe them a thousand times over and Maker willing we will come through this.  

[Al Foley]

The Journal of Benjamin Trevelyan-Entry 14...the end, but perhaps a new beginning.  

 

First off, I did not drink from the Well.  I was tempted, and I think Morrigan wanted it a little too much, but Cassandra did not want me to, and her...and Morrigan's reasoning...was pretty sound.  And it ended up working too since Mythal ended up actually being an actual being, who is actually running around.  I had my doubts, I honestly agreed with Morrigan...and even if there were truth to the legends, all the legends said she was left behind in her prison with the rest of their gods.  Yet...she exisists...dodged a bullet there.  

 

So we defeated Corypheus, and went off to the final battle.  Somehow, he want to the back of the Temple of Sacred Ashes...and...reopened the Breach?  What does he think he is doing?  Was he just desperate?  

 

But we stopped him, that is all that matters.  Then we returned to Skyhold for a celebration.  It was bittersweet, despite my words to the contrary I couldn't help but contemplate the future.  Despite what I believe, I can't help but feel...despite my intentions...this is just th beginning for the Inquisition.  The Herald of Andraste has more work to do, I just hope that we can make it, and I can retire.  

 

And wow...only about a dozen entries in this journal...Josephine is going to kill me.