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The Last of the Couslands	By : MistressofMagic Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Circle of Magi
Bridget led the others to the nearby docks hoping to board the ferry with no problems…but of course there would be someone standing there blocking their way. Bridget distinctively heard Morrigan give a disapproving groan.
"Wonderful…we're about to meet another brainless templar."
The young man looked at Bridget and raised his eyebrows.
"You there, what do you think you're doing?" he asked.
Bridget stopped and looked at him.
"Well I'm trying to board the ferry." She stated.
The templar shook his head.
"Nope, sorry I can't let you do that why don't you turn around and go on somewhere else now."
Bridget frowned.
"Look, I'm a Grey Warden and I need the mage's help, a child's life is at stake here! Who are you anyway?"
The templar raised an eyebrow.
"The name's Carroll, and you're a Grey Warden are you? Got any proof?"
Bridget heaved a frustrated sigh and removed the treaties from her pack. She handed them to Carroll.
"Now do you believe me?"
Carroll noticed the distinctive seal of the Grey Warden and shrugged. Bridget smiled, glad that he was letting them pass until he replied,
"You know I've got some documents too, they say I'm the queen of Antiva. What do you think of that?"
Bridget narrowed her eyes and grabbed Carroll by the arm.
"Listen, Arl Eamon's son's life is at stake here, let me and my friends pass or have the death of an innocent child on your conscious for the rest of your life."
Carroll looked over Bridget and the others.
"Perhaps if you leave the lovely lady with the dark hair with me…"
Morrigan rolled her eyes, muttered something under her breath, and the next thing Bridget knew, she was holding the leg of a toad. Alistair's jaw dropped.
"You were actually serious? You can actually do that?"
Morrigan looked at him.
"Well Alistair you have just had a visual example of this…do you wish to join this buffoon and croak to your heart's content?"
Alistair shook his head.
"Not really, no." he replied.
Morrigan looked at the ferry.
"I shall remain here while you do your business in the tower. Being that I am an apostate…the Circle of Magi is not the best place for me to go, what with those idiot templar fools running amuck. I will stay at the inn, come and get me when your business is done."
Leliana nodded.
"I think I will stay behind with Morrigan as well. We need some more supplies so I will buy them!" she exclaimed.
Before Bridget could say anything, the two of them walked away and back to the inn. Alistair gaped after them. His conversation with Leliana came to mind and Alistair began to wonder if she and Morrigan were in cahoots with each other, trying to get him and Bridget into some type of relationship or something.
"Are you coming, Alistair?" she asked.
Alistair turned to see that Bridget and Zeus already had boarded the ferry. He hurried towards it and sat next to her. They were quiet for a few minutes…Bridget was half expecting Alistair to say something about the kiss they almost shared. When he opened his mouth to say something, Bridget looked at him, eager to hear what he had to say.
"You know…maybe we should just leave them at the inn and go straight back to Redcliffe after we get the mages to help us. What do you think?"
Bridget couldn't help but laugh. Although she was disappointed that he hadn't mentioned the incident of that morning, she was at least glad that he was still cracking jokes and acting the same. Bridget decided not to say anything about that subject…thinking it would be best for Alistair to say something first and decide where to go from there.
"As much as I would love to agree with you, we need them,"
Alistair pouted at Bridget hoping to at least leave Morrigan behind. Bridget hit him playfully in the arm.
"Both of them, Alistair." She replied.
Alistair sighed.
"Oh well…can't say I didn't try!"
The ferry slowed as they arrived to the opposite docks near the Circle Tower. Bridget, Zeus, and Alistair all exited the ferry and entered the tower to see it filled with worried looking templars. Bridget sighed.
"Why must every place we go to be in a chaotic state?" she whispered.
Alistair chuckled.
"I'd guess it be no fun if everything was good and fine." He replied.
Bridget approached a burly looking man with heavy armor.
"How did you get in here, Carroll was supposed to refuse entry." The man stated.
Bridget looked at him.
"I'm a Grey Warden; I have come to seek the mages help against the Blight,"
He held up his hand.
"Save it, we're in no shape to help you right now. I am Greagoir, the Knight Commander."
Alistair shook his head.
"What's going on…why is that door barred?" he asked.
Bridget noticed this as Alistair had said it. The templars, for some reason, had barred the door and had two men guarding it. Whatever was going on in there, they certainly didn't want it to come out.
Greagoir sighed.
"There are abominations and demons running all through the tower. We had to seal the door and keep them inside. The Tower has fallen…we no longer have control over it."
Bridget's eyes widened.
"Do you mean you locked away the mages with those demons?" she asked.
Greagoir nodded.
"We had no choice; I don't expect you to understand,"
"That doesn't give you the right to trap innocent mages and children within the Tower to be left for dead!"
"Bridget's right, sir, what you are doing here is wrong." Alistair agreed.
Greagoir threw his hands up in the air.
"What do you expect me to do, hmm? I've already lost too many men inside the Tower; I can't afford to lose any more!"
Bridget crossed her arms.
"I'll go and help the mages then seeing as how you will not." She stated.
Greagoir gaped at her.
"Are you insane, have you even seen an abomination?"
Bridget thought back to Connor and nodded her head.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I have. Look, I need the mages help…I'm willing to help them regain the Tower again."
After a long moment, Greagoir sighed and said,
"Fine, you bring me the First Enchanter and I'll believe that the Tower has been restored."
Bridget nodded.
"First Enchanter got it."
She led Alistair and Zeus over to the barred door as it was now opened for them and they entered the Tower. The door immediately closed behind them. Bridget drew her weapon as did Alistair and she began to lead the way. Bridget's boots echoed off of the stone floor, making the setting all the more eerie. They came to a door and opened it to discover some mages. A woman with white hair and blue eyes whipped around to them, about to attack…but lowered her staff.
"Alistair…Bridget?" she asked.
Alistair grinned.
"Wynne! Oh I can't tell you how good it is to see you again!"
Bridget smiled and nodded.
"We've come to help you; I need the mage's help."
Wynne nodded.
"Of course…I am glad you have come to help us. As you can see, I have erected a barrier, barring out the abominations and demons from harming us. I will remove the barrier long enough for us to get across, then I must put it back in place again."
Bridget looked at her.
"Very well. Greagoir says he will not believe the Tower is back to normal unless the First Enchanter says so."
Wynne sighed.
"We must fine Irving, then. Our Tower was taken over by Uldred. He was a fine mage…but he became blind with the powers of blood magic. This is all his doing. If we find Uldred…I am most certain we will find Irving."
Bridget nodded.
"Let us be off, then."
Wynne stepped up to the barrier and waved her hand. It disappeared and Bridget and the others ran through it. Once on the other side, Wynne performed the enchantment and the barrier rose again. An all too familiar screeching filled the air. Bridget took her sword and shield in her hand.
"Here we go."
Bridget, Alistair, Wynne and Zeus fought their way through the Tower. Greagoir was not lying about the abomination part…they riddled the halls and every room they entered. Bridget was not surprised when she and the others came across their first group of blood mages, keeping Uldred's work going. She wasn't aware of how much time had passed or what floor they were on any more. All that mattered was getting to Irving before Uldred turned him into an abomination like the others. Bridget threw open another random door and Wynne stated that they were in Irving's quarters. Bridget noticed a very old, beaten, black book sitting atop his desk. She placed it in her pack, thinking that perhaps Morrigan would know what it was. After looking around Irving's office a bit more, Bridget led the others back out and down the corridor. She opened the door to find more stairs and climbed them as fast as she could. Waiting at the top were possessed templars. Bridget felt bad for having to kill them, since they were not themselves but Wynne reassured her that they were too far gone. Another flight of stairs and five abominations and a blood mage later, Bridget stumbled into another room. This room was dark and very quiet, unlike the other rooms that they had been to. A body lay not too far in front of them and despite all her want to drop her guard because of the relaxing state of the room, Bridget pressed forward. "Ah…what have we here?" a deep, rumbling voice whispered.
Bridget and the others turned to see a new kind of abomination coming towards them. Bridget grimaced at the sight of him. His face was warped…it looked as if his skin had melted and had re-grown in the wrong places. His stench was worse than that of the Darkspawn…Bridget shook her head.
"What are you?"
The demon did not answer her question and replied,
"Don't you want to rest your head? You have come a very long way, killed so many things and climbed so many stairs. You should rest lest you want the fine lines of age to appear sooner on your pretty face."
Zeus hit the floor, out cold. Bridget felt her eyelids become heavy. It felt as if her entire body were shutting down, her breathing slowly became more shallow…another thud, it was Alistair this time. Bridget dropped to her hands and knees. She turned her head in time to see Wynne collapse next to Zeus.
"Go on now…sleep…"
Bridget closed her eyes…and was gone.
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