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Here on Unbound, our plot follows four different timelines, set throughout the canonical history of the Dragon Age. The events following Trespasser, the time of the Inquisition, the rise of the Champion of Kirkwall and the quest of the Warden against the Fifth Blight.

And So is the Golden City blackened
With each step you take in my Hall.
Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting.
You have brought Sin to Heaven
And doom upon all the world.

-Threnodies 8.13


 
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 small fortunes, honor / 9:42
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The Fortress is more impressive than the stories had said; Zevran expected that. The full might of the Inquisition rested within those stone walls, situated atop an impressive mountaintop range. The wind is crisp, the sun just bright enough to keep the cold from being too harsh. Still, Zevran pulls his cloak tighter around him and pauses, looking down the path that leads to the front gate and the guards waiting. He's sure they've seen his approach by now.

There were probably some ways to enter Skyhold in secret if one took the time to look. But Zevran isn't looking to sneak in. Neither does he have business here, but he had business, and there was a matter of offering thanks personally for the aid he'd been given.

The Crows are somewhere in the Free Marches - perhaps given up on picking up on his false trail - and he is here, somewhere between Ferelden and Orlais and looking upon the Inquisition stronghold, a little weary, very cold, and looking forward to a moments peace before he throws himself back into the nasty business of murdering Crows.

Here is what he knows about the Inquisitor: a woman of fine skill of noble blood. In his writings with Leliana - when not discussing matters of tracking Venatori - there was not much to form an opinion. There were stories, rumors, and Zevran cannot be sure which are real and which are just fanciful half-truths. From his experience, even the fanciful ones could be real. He's seen enough by now.

The gates of Skyhold loom; the fortress should be imposing, for all its size and purpose, but Zevran approaches calmly. The guards, he notes, shift. There must be a number of people making the pilgrimage to the Inquisition in the hopes of seeking safety or to offer help, but he is a lone figure in a dark cloak. He only appears unarmed. There were a number of tiny blades tucked all over his person, and his cloak hides the blades at his belt well enough at the moment. They are watchful.

Yes, it would have been easy to slip in and find a familiar face, to trade a few words with an old friend before introducing himself to the Inquisitor. To slip away after the fact. This is better.

He bows, a dip low enough to show respect and smiles. "Might I request an audience with the Inquisitor?" he asks. "I find I wish to thank her for her assistance on my last job, and perhaps to share a little information."
Feb 1 2018, 05:48 PM
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