Role

Chapter 8

Varric's choice to join the Empire was never going to be a matter of if
but when. The long term goal is always in mind, but the short term was
the main driving factor in the "Now". Forced conflict, both with others
trying to scramble for their precious items, but also for those trying
to defend Varric from his. Needless to say there was little disapointment
in such and the blood indeed flowed freely, Victorious Varric was, but
one day that all changed at the hands of the Outlanders, Battle-Scarred
and in the land between the living and the dead, Death appeared as a voice
and it was female, intoxicating and beautifully spoken. She simply said

"You have lost everything, and have this gaping hole in your chest, heavily
burnt by the suns rays let me end your pain."

For Varric this very moment was the most embracing and beautiful moment
he had ever experienced, and as he stood there in limbo contemplating this
moment another voice entered his head. It was his own, anger vengance
layered heavily on three simple words.

"Kill them all!"

An intoxicating scent entered his nostrils, as a sweet breath brushed across
him with the words.

"My beautiful Duergar, bring them to me."

Suddenly like every time before things grew suddenly cold and Varric found
himself hurtling towards the feet of a drow healer. Once again retracing his
steps to stand over his corpse.