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The Last of the Couslands	By : MistressofMagic Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10
Redcliffe Castle
Bridget and the others descended the ominous stone steps and found themselves in the basement of the castle. Bridget drew her sword and shield as she heard the familiar screeching noise in the distance.
"Great…more undead skeletons!" She said with fake enthusiasm.
Bridget could distinctively hear Alistair chuckle. The group fought their way to another staircase and climbed it quickly only to find, (not to anyone's surprise anymore) more of the undead skeletons to great them nicely! After slaughtering two fanged corpses, Bridget for the first time noticed that they were now in the dungeon as their was a man standing behind bars staring at them.
"Help…help me please!"
Morrigan rolled her eyes.
"Bridget…if you help yet another hopeless being I swear I…wait…this man is a mage."
Bridget did not noticed his distinctive robes at first but after Morrigan's note…she did notice that the man was in fact a mage…and he was behind bars…which could only mean one thing. Bridget crossed her arms.
"Let me guess…this is all your mess, isn't it?"
The man shook his head.
"Please let me explain what has happened. My name is Jowan. I was hired by the Arlessa to train her son, Connor."
Alistair's eyes widened.
"The boy is a mage? Why was he not sent to the Circle?" he asked.
Jowan sighed.
"Lady Isolde did not want to part with the boy, after all, he is her only son. She hired me to begin to teach him…"
Morrigan raised her eyebrows.
"Trying to blame this mess on a child? Surely you will not stoop that low. There is no possible way that one boy could be responsible for all of this. This is blood magic we are talking about, after all."
Jowan sighed and placed his hands around two of the bars of his cell.
"No…it is not Connor's fault. But I am not responsible for the abominations either! I was hired for another job before the Arlessa hired me for her son…"
Alistair shifted his weight between his feet and whispered,
"I don't like this…"
Bridget raised her eyebrows as she stared at Jowan. What ever it was that he did…he certainly seemed sorry for it.
"Teyrn Loghain hired me to poison Arl Eamon. He is clinging to his life now because of me…but I swear to you in the name of the Maker and Andraste that I did not cause the undead to rise and attack the village!"
Leliana shook her head.
"You should not swear to the Maker or Andraste when you are clearly guilty for what you have done here. An innocent man lays dying and you say you are not responsible for anything else befalling this city? This is your mess, all of it! Do you realize how many people have died because of you?" she stated.
Jowan drew his brows together.
"This was not my fault…please if you will release me I can help you! I will not be able to cure the Arl…but I will be able to lift the curse that befalls the village…"
Alistair whispered to Bridget,
"I don't trust this guy. Whose to say as soon as we open that cell door he won't kill us all?"
Morrigan raised her eyebrows.
"If we release you, we will kill you. Simple as that."
Alistair looked at her.
"Does everything end in killing with you?" he asked.
Morrigan grinned evilly.
"I do not know Alistair…would you like to find out?"
Alistair gulped.
"Point taken…"
Bridget shook her head.
"I think it best if you remain in your cell for now, Jowan."
Jowan sighed and nodded.
"Very well."
Bridget and the others pressed on, killing any abominations that they came across along the way. Upon reaching the court yard, Bridget threw open the gate allowing Ser Peth and his soldiers entry and they helped them with the abominations in the courtyard and the Arcane Horror in the corner. At long last they made it to the main hall where Teagan was and well, let's just say he was acting very strange. Bridget and the others slowed their pace as they approached the others in the room. Teagan was doing back flips and walking on his hands, Isolde was sobbing uncontrollably, and a boy who Bridget assumed was Connor, was grinning at them all malevolently.
"Who is this, mother?"
Bridget's eyes widened. The child had a very deep and demonic voice. She had wanted to think that puberty had hit him early…but knew that that, of course couldn't be an option…
"She is a woman Connor…like me." Isolde said feebly.
Connor cast his eyes back on Bridget. Bridget stared into them, wanting to show him that she was not afraid, of him at least.
"Why are you here?" he demanded.
Bridget took a deep breath.
"I am here to see your father." She replied.
Connor quirked a brow.
"My father you say? My father lies dying in his room, pathetic way to go if you ask me."
"Connor!" Isolde shouted.
Connor turned on her.
"Did you just shout at me? Do you really think that you are in any position to give me orders?" he yelled.
Isolde fell to her knees and buried her face in her hands.
"Nobody tells me what to do!" Connor shouted.
He waved his hand and ran from the room. Immediately the guards that were closest to him were entranced and began to attack, even Teagan himself. They were easy to knock out and thankfully that brought Teagan out of his trance. Isolde went rushing to his side.
"Oh Teagan…what are we to do now?"
Teagan looked at her.
"We need the mage, Isolde. I believe he is our only option."
Bridget could see the resentment on her face, but Isolde ordered one of the guards to bring Jowan anyway, despite how much she disliked the idea. When he arrived, he explained the first option.
"The first, and easiest option is to kill the boy…"
Bridget vehemently refused this, as did the others. Jowan went on to explain a ritual to rid Connor of the demon but of course it too had its downside.
"In order for this to work though…there must be a sacrifice…"
"Then let it be me, I am Connor's mother, there is no one else fitting."
Alistair, (who had been very quiet until this point) stepped forward and said,
"No Isolde…there must be another way."
Isolde looked at him and her eyes widened.
"Alistair…is that you?" she asked in disbelief.
Bridget raised an eyebrow. Before Alistair could reply, Jowan suggested,
"The only other option is to use lyrium but to be able to do that we would need the aid from the Circle of Magi."
Bridget looked up.
"The Circle of Magi is not far from here!" she exclaimed.
Isolde shook her head.
"But…what if we run out of time…Connor will not last much longer with that demon eating away at him."
Bridget crossed her arms.
"Do you really want to sacrifice yourself when there is an option that allows both of you to live?" she asked.
Isolde looked at her feet and sighed.
"I suppose you are right." She said after a pause.
Bridget nodded.
"Right then, we'll set out immediately."
Teagan bowed.
"Thank you so much." He whispered.
Morrigan rolled her eyes.
"Do not thank us yet, foolish man. What if the Circle is in no condition to help us hmm?"
Leliana shook her head.
"Must you always damper everyone's spirits?"
Before leaving the castle, Bridget noticed something on a desk nearby. She was able to slip away from the others for a moment to inspect what it was. Bridget took the shining thing in her hand. It was a silver pendant with Andraste's symbol engraved into it. She slipped it in her pack without anyone being the wiser and rejoined her party.
"We'll set out at once and return with the help of the mages." Bridget promised.
With that, she and the others turned and left the castle. All of them came to a joined agreement that they should set up camp at least for a few hours to rest up and eat. Then it was off to the Lake Calenhad docks and onto the Tower.
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