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I had thought about heading towards Haven when I saw the giant green hole in the sky, but I felt that I was needed more on the ground so to speak. I had sent a raven to Leliana informing her that I was ready to help out whenever she needed me, but I would be helping the refugees during the meantime.
I was fighting a group of Templars when a rift opened up in the middle of the group, right in the middle of one of the men. What happened was not pretty; it was as if the Fade itself had ripped open the man from the inside out. Blood went everywhere, including into the Fade and all over the man’s companions.
“Mage!”
They really couldn’t come up with anything more creative.
Having dealt with the Templars, I redirected the movements of the refugees coming through. I really didn’t want any of them to get caught up with the Fade Rift and even though the demons were biding their time they would be able to feel the desperation and fear of all those fleeing.
It would have been an easy meal for them with the refugees being at their most vulnerable.
I set up barriers around the rift and made camp in the trees behind it, waiting for Inquisition scouts to come through so that they would be able to send word of the rift to the one who bore the mark of Fen’Harel (not that they knew that of course, and I definitely wouldn’t be the one to tell them that either. Solas had to do that.)
It was late at night when the moons were high in the sky when I felt the rift pulse. Once, twice. The fade flooded open, demons appearing out of the ground and flying through the rift.
“FOR THE INQUISITION!”
That was a familiar voice, and I knew then that the Inquisition had finally arrived.
Callon was exhausted, having already fought several different groups of Templars and Mages gone rogue and had already closed two rifts.
He was ready to fall asleep where he was standing when he felt his hand start to pulse again.
Another rift. Great.
“There is another rift coming up.” He called out to the other members of the party, who all groaned.
“Really? When are we going to be able to sleep?”
Varric groaned.
“Not yet I’m afraid.”
Solas retorted back calmly to the dwarf. Callon was thankful for the other elf, with his calming presence being Creators sent over this past few weeks.
“Get ready.”
Cassandra whispered to the others before charging at the rift.
“FOR THE INQUISITION!”
Callon and Kaiden worked well with each other, being more familiar with the others fighting style. Varric was used to working amongst a group of people who had essentially been thrown together, whilst Solas was used to fighting alone and Cassandra was used to the rigid structure of the Templars and Seekers.
Despite the familiarly or lack thereof of everyone's fighting styles, they were all at the brink of exhaustion and it didn’t help that a very large Pride demon had suddenly stepped out of the Fade rift.
None of them had been expecting the blonde elf with a scythe bathed in lightning to come barrelling out of the woods, taking a flying leap at the demon and slicing it clean through with the blade.
Callon took that moment to seal the rift shut, collapsing onto his knees and taking several deep breaths.
Solas was the one who was least exhausted, probably because of all that sleep he managed to get. “Thank you for your help. Are you with the rebels?”
The other elf laughed, “No I’m not, I’ve just been helping out the refugees where I could and this rift popped up a few days ago. I’ve been redirecting civilians away from here since then.”
Cassandra was glaring at the newcomer with suspicion, standing in a defensive position with her shield raised high.
“I sent word to Leliana that I’d be helping out here but it looks as if I’ll be coming with you back to Haven.”
“You know Leliana? Who are you?”
Cassandra demanded, still looking at her warily.
“Yes I know Leliana,” The elf wiped the blade of her scythe down with a cloth, before throwing into the fire behind her. “I’m Mallorn Tuilë, nice to meet you all.”