Role

Chapter 10

Varrics return to Thera was not like any others, there were no games
no temptations, these all replaced with an urgency almost to a degree
a panic. It was cold as it was the other times but the chill never
really left. As he retraced way to his body, he came upon a corpse
already bound the stench of something highly flamable obvious on the
fibres. As he lent in to strike the flame, that unmistakable scent
filled his nostrils, he paused a moment as he had only felt the presence
this strongly between worlds.

Sweet beautifully spoken words filled his ears. "A gift my beautiful
Duergar."

Striking his sword Varric watched in amzament as his remains were
consumed in a black flame. The flames completely consuming everything
in their path, feet and hands, then arms and legs, then the torso
until all that was left was a pile of pale ash and a blackened skull.
And as he stood there, framed by the Shadow of Death, he took all the
ashes he had collected over the centuries that had passed and begain to
mix them with those on the ground. Collecting the asheshe placed them
inside the blackened skull, through a hole in the left eye socket.
Sealing the skull with a piece of cork from a wine bottle. The shadows
that surround him shift, as a clump of ashes on the ground stir into a
large cloud finally settling on the duergars frame.

"Varric the Shadow of Death, bring me my army."

Varric's lips curl in a wicked grin, the skin cracking where a large
locust tattoo has drawn the skin taught.