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Assistant: Title: The Tarnished Herald
        Author: Chasethedreamer Chasethedreamer 
        Chapter: 5/18 
        Summary: The Tarnished Eowyn realizes her journey to become Elden Lord is an unrelenting cycle. She breaks out of the Lands Between and finds herself in the strange world of Thedas as the Herald of Andraste.
        Contents: Chapter 5: Hark, and behold the verity concerning Eowyn.
    

    


      
        
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    The Tarnished saw Cassandra waiting at the door to the Chantry. The Seeker looked at Eowyn’s left hand as they walked toward the back room side by side.“Does it trouble you?” Cassandra asked. Eowyn lifted her gauntleted left hand. The mark was hidden, but it made such little bother that Eowyn almost forgotten it.“It ne'er did.” She answered honestly.“It is stable, as is the Breach. You’ve bought us time. And Solas believes that if the mark has more power, as much as it took to open the Breach, that it could succeed in closing it for good. That much power is hard to come by.” Cassandra explained, her expression severe.“I didst feel the mark wax in power with each rift I sealed in yon mountains. Perchance, should I seal more of them, the might of the mark shall suffice.” Eowyn hypothesized. She looked at her left hand again, missing Cassandra’s surprised face.“We shall see.” The Seeker said, then opened the last door at the end of Haven’s Chantry. When Eowyn walked in with Cassandra she looked at the three other people occupying the room. Cassandra walked toward the tall man wearing furs across the shoulders of his intricate armor. He looked Eowyn in the eyes, his gaze stern and evaluating.“May I present Commander Cullen, leader of the Inquisition’s forces.” Cassandra introduced the man, who grimaced.“Such as they are.We lost many soldiers in the valley, though I heard of your healing some of my men in the mountains. You have my thanks for that.” He said, nodding in gratitude.Eowyn smiled politely. “t’was mine honour.” she replied.Cassandra then indicated the beautiful, darker skinned woman in a blue and gold outfit with puffy shoulders. “This is Lady Josephine Montilyet, our ambassador and chief diplomat.”“A pleasure to meet you at last. I have heard much about you.” Josephine said with a smile.“Ere long, we shall discern truth from mere whisperings..” Eowyn responded, mirroring the Ambassador’s smile, her eyes smoldering.“And you know of sister Leliana. She is our Spymaster” Cassandra said, turning Eowyn’s attention away from Josephine and toward the hooded woman. Leliana’s eyes glinted from under the veil.“Such a tactful introduction, thank you Cassandra.” She said flatly. She fixed Eowyn with a look of caution.“Before we get into closing the Breach and other matters, I need to know something.” Leliana stated quietly.Eowyn made her face open, gazing at the Spymaster. “What dost thou seek to know?”“Who are you, Eowyn? You called yourself ‘Tarnished’. What does that mean? And what did you do in the Lands Between before coming here?” Leliana interrogated softly, her accent belying the seriousness of her queries. Her stance shifted slightly, as if asking such things would cause Eowyn to attack.The tarnished kept her expression forthright. There was no point in lying to anyone in this world, and besides, Eowyn liked these people already. This realm has had many problems regarding mysterious strangers wreaking devastation so Eowyn understood their misgivings with her presence. Even still, none in the village attacked her on sight. Better still, most revere her as a deific being or at least someone deserving respect.These leaders in front of her let her stay nearby, asleep, without ambush or thievery. They must trust her to an extent, and she could deign to trust them until such betrayal occurs. Eowyn prepared her answers for Leliana, unaware of the paradigm shift that would occur thereafter.“To be deemed Tarnished is to be summoned by Grace to quest for the Elden Ring.” Eowyn could see each of their eyes light in interest at the mention of the Elden Ring. For whose eyes wouldn’t beam with fascination in knowing such a supremely powerful concept exists?“What do you mean ‘quest for the Elden Ring’? What is that, like an artifact?” Josephine butted in to ask. It was such an innocent question that Eowyn fought back a snort at the naivety.“Verily, 'tis the fount of mine dominion, and the Decrees and Tenets of the Lands Between. To unveil the Elden Ring in this hallowed place would be akin to summoning the Sun or the Moon.” She told them seriously. At that, the Commander started backward, hand grasping the pommel of his weapon. Eowyn heard Cassandra gasp next to her.“The Elden Ring is that powerful?” Cassandra asked in shock. Eowyn turned to her.“Yet more powerful, in truth.” She replied solemnly.Eowyn worried for her home, the realm without the Elden Ring dictating its fundamental Laws and Principles may fall into chaos or unravel entirely. A spike of anxiety bored into Eowyn at the thought.“What do you mean ‘Summoned by Grace’?” Leliana then questioned, breaking Eowyn out of her spiral of thought.“The Grace o' the Erdtree summoned the Tarnished home from banishment to the Lands Between.” Eowyn told her from memory. Melina told her this tale one time as they sat quietly in a ruined church.The tarnished remembered the Tale of the Shattering effortlessly, as she was drawn to Melina’s smoky voice and gentle cadence, and the kindling maiden had an acute interest in calling her Mother’s words to present. There were nights spent in the wilderness where the tarnished would ask Melina idle questions about Queen Marika, the march of her armies, or just anything she could recall.Melina would sometimes be brusque and unwilling to divulge, disappearing into motes of light and leaving the tarnished alone to curse herself. Then there were other nights where Melina would stay and speak quietly about ancient battles, and the triumphs or bitter failures of a long lost people. Nights when the Tarnished could gaze into the golden eye of her maiden and see visions of the past play in her head perfectly, as if Melina was directly imparting the memories to her through eye contact alone. Those nights were among Eowyn’s most cherished times in the Lands Between.“You were banished?” Josephine prodded curiously.“Mayhap I shall commence from the beginning of this tale.” Eowyn suggested. Leliana nodded once and stepped back, as if to give Eowyn the floor to speak. Cullen looked cautious but intrigued. Eowyn was of a mind that the Commander knew what he must of battles and strategy, with little else of interest to him. Josephine’s expression blossomed into honest fascination at Eowyn’s proposal and the Tarnished’s mind stuttered at the breathtaking sight. Leliana’s face was impassive, but a flicker of interest danced behind her hooded eyes.“Very well. The tale of the Elden Ring begins with the Erdtree,” Eowyn began.The tarnished then swept the Inquisition’s leaders into her world of goddesses, demigods and massive, Holy, overgrown trees. She told them of the Shattering, of the exile of the first Tarnished and the betrayal of Radagon. She revealed the true tale of the Night of the Black Knives and what became of that fateful deed. She told them the truth of being Empyrean, and the Outer Gods. It may have been hours they sat there listening and asking questions, yet none would know.Then, when the history of the Lands Between was known, Eowyn narrated her own tale. “In that hour, I didst awake in a realm aptly known as Limgrave, and forthwith encountered the fair maiden, Melina.” Eowyn couldn’t help the wistful smile that bloomed on her face when remembering the first time she met the kindling maiden. Even the many times they ‘first met’ thereafter did nothing to diminish the joy and deep sorrow that filled Eowyn when Melina appeared in a shimmer of lights, their time together and friendship once again lost.“Fair Melina hath bestowed upon me the might to draw strength from runes, and thereafter, I embarked upon my quest to vanquish the Shardbearers and seize their Great Runes.”Cullen interrupted at that point, unable to fathom what Eowyn just said so casually. “Wait, so these godlike beings that took the pieces of the broken Elden Ring are Shardbearers, correct?” He asked, clearly leading to something else. Eowyn nodded, confirming the other title the demigods held. “Then, you’re saying you killed these people?”Eowyn scoffed, disbelieving that anyone would call a company Rykard and Mohg was a part of ‘people’, or that they didn’t fully deserve death. “To refer to them as 'people' doth lend them a semblance of humanity. Yet the Shardbearers were naught but demigods, monstrous in their wickedness.” She answered, unwilling to humanize the demigods beyond their ability to die.“I understand the need to put down monsters, that’s not what I was getting at.” Cullen backtracked. “What I mean is, you personally, defeated each Shardbearer?” Eowyn realized by the Commander’s question that he was impressed, or better yet, comprehending just how much power Eowyn carried.“Just so.” Eowyn confirmed. It was silent for a moment as her company digested that revelation.“Then why were you unable to close the Breach completely?” Cassandra asked. Her awe had swiftly transformed to vexation, which may then devolve into rage if left unattended.“Verily, this mark is fresh. I have not wielded its might with great frequency, nor have I yet invoked the power of the Elden Ring within its bounds.” Eowyn answered, her tone placating.“If you were able to, indeed, invoke the power of the Elden Ring into the mark, it would make things easier for the Inquisition.” Leliana said, her tone thoughtful. It seemed being told the woman in front of you was a god-killing Empyrean wasn’t enough to make the Spymaster flinch.“Attempting an alliance with the rebel mages or the Templars would be less of a priority,” Josephine added.“Making that mark any more powerful than it already is can be unpredictable, and dangerous.” Cullen warned. Eowyn was of a different mind, however.“Nay, Commander. This, Anchor, doth already began to entwine with mine own might.” Eowyn said, holding her marked hand in front of her eyes. It was much like an anchor to her, holding her here like a drifting ship. Tying her to a realm and a people both hostile and worshipful of her. Eowyn heard Josephine whisper ‘the Anchor’ to herself and look thoughtfully at her hand.“Then what do you still need to seal the Breach?” Leliana asked.“I mayhap need to seal some of the lesser rifts. I draw strength from their sealing.” The tarnished was sure after closing a few more rifts, her power would be enough to seal the Breach. Then after, they could turn their sights on the evil shadow that caused such suffering in the first place.“In that case, we are getting reports that rifts are open throughout the Hinterlands. Refugees and pilgrims are being attacked by demons on their way coming here, along with bandits taking advantage of the chaos.” Leliana provided calmly, looking into a small notebook in her hand.“You could close the rifts closest to Haven, to gauge the strength you would need to close the Breach.” Cullen suggested.“This doesn’t help our plight with the Chantry,” Josephine commented, making Leliana grimace and Cullen glare at the decorated wall nearest him.“What grievances doth the Chantry hold against us? Chancellor Roderick doth lend his noble support to mine cause.” It hasn’t been long enough for the Chancellor to get all of the Chantry to fall in line, but he must have made some headway.“Chancellor Roderick supports you, of course. The Inquisition, not so much. And now some circles are calling for his demotion.” Josephine explained. Eowyn felt a pit of guilt stir in her stomach. She didn’t use any deception to gain the Chancellor’s support, but she still felt responsible for getting him in hot water with the Chantry. “The Chantry has officially denounced the Inquisition, and you specifically.” She disclosed quietly.“Pray tell, why do they hold such enmity towards me?” Eowyn asked curiously. This ‘Chantry’ was not even based here, and their only representative cast his lot with her, so why would they censure her?“Some are calling you ‘The Herald of Andraste’ and that frightens the Chantry. The remaining clerics are calling it Blasphemy and us heretics for having you here.” Josephine answered. Eowyn’s eyes went skyward in annoyance. That moniker was not her doing. She would rather they call her something that had nothing to do with their gods. Eowyn thought maybe she  fancied her title of ‘Elden Lord’ too much to accept any other.“Pray tell, who hath bestowed such a title? How might I serve as Herald to a deity I hath ne'er encountered?” Eowyn complained, her cheeks a bit pink. She would say it was in anger but she knew her face was blushing in embarrassment. She looked at all of them in turn, noting that Josephine and Cassandra wouldn’t hold her gaze. Eowyn spun to face the Seeker, pointing at her suddenly chagrined face.“Verily, 'twas thee, Seeker! I recall it but dimly.” Eowyn exclaimed. Cassandra went red in the face and Leliana suddenly turned away from them with shaking shoulders.“How else could we explain you appearing before us when we needed it!” She countered loudly in her defense, aggressively slamming her hand down on the table. “ And then the reports of seeing a woman bathed in light behind you,” Cassandra’s voice wavered at the end, her accent thick with unnamed emotion.“I dost question whether tis truly Andraste.” Eowyn replied, unconvinced. But then she placed her hand on Cassandra’s shoulder, the woman’s eyes snapping to hers. “It matters not. Though I be not the divinity thou didst seek, I am verily the one who hath responded.”Cassandra looked troubled by that response, and Eowyn lifted her hand. She turned back to the other leaders. “Though I loath to decree my triumphs to another god, I dost take no offense in being hailed as the Herald of Andraste.”“Well, the Chantry does.” Cullen replied.“Ought they not to be more vexed by the Breach?” Eowyn tried. Just how much of a problem will this Chantry become?“They are ah, vexed by the Breach.” Cullen replied. “They just don't think you can do anything about it.”“They are also telling people you’ll make it worse.” Josephine provided.Eowyn sighed. That was a thought she had as well, though she wouldn’t voice it here. The Lands Between was filled with curses and rituals that could destroy the realm or close to it, if left to fester. The Dungeater’s curse and Malenia’s Scarlet Rot come to mind. This Anchor felt like one of those curses to Eowyn. Like a key to a doorway she didn’t wish to open.“There is something you can do to help bring those in the Chantry to our cause.” Leliana supplied and pulled out a piece of paper adorned with a portrait of an older woman wearing one of those ghastly hats of clergy. “Mother Giselle, a chantry cleric, asked to speak with you. She’s tending to the wounded in the Hinterlands near Redcliffe. She knows those involved more than I and her support could prove invaluable.”“Conversing with her may procure her favor, and I shall lend mine aid to mend the afflicted.” Eowyn declared, face set. The others in the room smiled, knowing of Eowyn’s selfless inclination to heal anyone wounded near her.“Look for opportunities to expand the Inquisition's influence while you’re there.” Cullen suggested.“Ah yes, we need agents to extend our reach beyond this valley. I believe you’re the one best suited to recruit them, my Lord Herald.” Josephine added. Eowyn shook her head in denial at this new title.“Prithee, fair Josephine, henceforth address me as Eowyn.” She corrected with a sweet smile. Josephine giggled a bit but didn’t respond.At that, the leaders began to plan with Eowyn over the War Table before them. Eowyn strategized, planned, wrote personal missives and just chatted with the Leaders of the Inquisition until everything was settled. Josephine let Eowyn know she would personally tutor Eowyn in what she needed to know about Thedas in order to not seem so otherworldly. Eowyn was grateful beyond words.Eowyn was to prepare for travel to the Hinterlands within the next day or so, and she moved away from the War Table to leave. Cassandra followed her out the door.“Herald, ah, Eowyn wait.” She called. Eowyn stopped and turned to the dark haired woman. Cassandra looked contrite, but her eyes were forward, gazing at Eowyn fearlessly.“Fair Cassandra, prithee, what dost thou seek?” Eowyn asked, smiling plainly.“I wish to apologize to you.” Cassandra began. Eowyn tilted her head in confusion. What purpose did Cassandra have to apologize? The Seeker sighed, then continued. “After you closed the Breach, we were tired, wounded but victorious. I thought you were sent by the Maker. I told everyone you were the Herald of the Maker’s bride Andraste, but now I see that I was wrong. You are something, someone, completely different. I wish to respect that.”Eowyn locked eyes with Cassandra, searching deep. The Seeker held her gaze, her back straight and shoulders set. Her cheeks were dusted with red, but she seemed determined to look repentant. The tarnished then smiled brightly, her search complete. Cassandra was a solid woman, her values unyielding. She was blunt and abrasive, but her motives were good.“I forgive thee, fair Cassandra. Let us cast aside this matter henceforth. I desire thee to stand by my side in the coming days.” Eowyn proclaimed, grasping Cassandra’s shoulder again. She nodded resolutely at the Seeker, then bade her farewell.Cassandra stood at the door of the Chantry watching Eowyn walk away. This woman, who has only been in Thedas for two days, has already shown such character. The Seeker found it difficult to believe her to be some deity from another world, but she knew at least that Eowyn was a good person.'
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