Role

Chapter 4

Years went past time and time again Varric ould find himself able to cheat
death itself, yet he came to learn that others also seemed to have a means
to escape something so final. But there was something, when he struck that
killing blow he could swear he heard two things

1. The whispered sigh of relief
2. The angushied cry of someone who just had something slip through its
fingers

When training one day high in the mountains to the north he heard a sound
which was soon followed by a chill in the air and a dense fog. A large
hand gnarled with calloused fingers reach from the fog grabing him by the
neck dragging him onboard a ferry which seemingly floats in thin air. Just
as suddenly he finds that same hand throwing him from his ferry in a land
between both the living and the dead. An empty hollow place with nothing as
far as the eye can see just a rough wind tearing at his body the only
reminder that perhaps he was still alive.

A voice far beyond the power of anything he knew, had marked clearly that
his time was done. A massive spectral hammer raised high in the air before
crashing down upon Varric so sudden was the death his bodily reflexes were
left semi aware as the could feel the impact with every circle of hell as
he was thrust through the world. yet all the while he could still see his
bodily remains scattered to all corners of the lands in a flaming ball of
fire.

Then nothing ...