Role

Chapter 12

Varric was never really much on the surface, and could have much
Varric thus far has found some elements of the Imperial army
frustrating, the time has been frustrating to say the least and
in ensuring the chance for the army to grow the true side of
what the Empire is starting to become has been revealed to him.

The clamber for power by those greedy for it, has weakened the
Empire severely. To the point where the citizens are starting to
push back more and more. Attacking in defense of others who hold
the Codex, only to fall back to cities where the Empire was once
feared to mock and ridicule underneath the very power of the Codex
they aim to keep from the Imperials. It was during one of these
bouts, a villager defending mages that Varric had had enough.
Killing the villager where he stood, the sense of mockery soon
wiped off his face as he moo-ed and moo-ed about the Imperial law
he so desperately clinged to for protection.

It was endless the bellows soon reaching the heavens, Morius
the Imperial God admitted as much, waiting for Varric to fail so
Money and Title could be stripped from him. Soon after such in a
time that she had never pressed for before she came to him, her
sweet voice teasing tempting.

"My my look at you!" Honey soaked words oozed from the shadows
between life and the after life, suddenly becoming harsh.

"Soon will be your chance to push, the pinicle of your guild my
beautiful Duergar, then you can spread your order."

A cold touch traces a line down varrics face along the seam of his
tattoo and the tortured skin at it edges.

"You become more beautiful everytime we meet."