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Feb. 20th, 2015 07:00 pmIn the end, it hadn't been enough. Months upon months of work. Tears and blood shed and all for naught. Skyhold had fallen just as Haven had, and this time, most didn't make it out. What few did retreated through the Frostbacks, carrying nothing. There'd been no time to try and gather things. All they could do was retreat. It was disheartening.
Elareth had barely made it out of the fight with Corypheus. She'd been dragged from the rubble only to be made to run for what life she had left. They'd just had enough time to find Cullen and all she could do was order him to retreat and take the survivors with him. She knew he'd be able to get them out of Corypheus' reach, at least for the time being. As it was, she knew what the ancient magister wanted and that was her and the Anchor that still pulsed in her hand. She'd lead them away while Cullen got what was left of the Inquisition to safety. She promised him she wouldn't be going alone and with that, she turned and took off, trying to buy them all some time.
It was an eerie reminder of her actions at Haven.
Three days later, scouts would send word that she'd been found and was making her way back to the encampment. When she found them, she stumbled in, her party a good deal smaller than before. This time, the losses were a good deal more personal. Bull was properly blind now, trying to defend Dorian. The mage was worse off, barely able to stand as Elareth coaxed them along with promises or rest once they found their way back. There was no sign of Blackwall or Sera and from the look on Elareth's face, the news was grim.
Elareth had barely made it out of the fight with Corypheus. She'd been dragged from the rubble only to be made to run for what life she had left. They'd just had enough time to find Cullen and all she could do was order him to retreat and take the survivors with him. She knew he'd be able to get them out of Corypheus' reach, at least for the time being. As it was, she knew what the ancient magister wanted and that was her and the Anchor that still pulsed in her hand. She'd lead them away while Cullen got what was left of the Inquisition to safety. She promised him she wouldn't be going alone and with that, she turned and took off, trying to buy them all some time.
It was an eerie reminder of her actions at Haven.
Three days later, scouts would send word that she'd been found and was making her way back to the encampment. When she found them, she stumbled in, her party a good deal smaller than before. This time, the losses were a good deal more personal. Bull was properly blind now, trying to defend Dorian. The mage was worse off, barely able to stand as Elareth coaxed them along with promises or rest once they found their way back. There was no sign of Blackwall or Sera and from the look on Elareth's face, the news was grim.
