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Assistant: Title: The Tarnished Herald
        Author: Chasethedreamer Chasethedreamer 
        Chapter: 4/18 
        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 4: Acquainting oneself with her noble comrades
    

    


  

  
  
    
    Haven was buzzing with activity and purpose. Soldiers and scouts scrambled around the village, smiths worked their wares and new recruits trained steadfastly. Eowyn stood at the entrance to the Chantry as a man nailed a writ on its door and watched with fascination as the encampment filled with life.These people were real, thinking beings with emotions and goals. They weren’t the husks of soldiers and nobles that wandered the Lands Between, unable to do anything but attack and scuttle about aimlessly. Nor were they like the haughty demigods who were bound to the cycle and lost their autonomy centuries ago. Haven was much more animated than the Roundtable Hold, sanctuary of tarnished. Suspicion and hostility reigned at the Table of Lost Grace, helmed by Gideon Ofnir, hoarder of secrets. The tarnished there were too fearful or too radical to unite for any one cause.Lady Ranni and her followers couldn’t match life of this caliber either. With her existence a secret, Ranni didn’t have near the amount of adherents as the Inquisition, and they worked alone more often than not. Even Blaidd the Half-Wolf kept Eowyn at arm’s length most of the time she had known him. He only truly trusted her near the end of his own journey.Eowyn felt a pang of loss for Blaidd. He didn’t deserve his end. A jolt of longing shot through Eowyn as she thought of Lady Ranni and her Shadow. The tarnished smothered it ruthlessly. Her service to Ranni was over. She doubted the azure demigod could travel here to Thedas, whether or not she would even want to. Eowyn couldn’t see the Lunar Princess desiring to do anything outside her original plans. Pining for the affection of an uncaring goddess was futile.Eowyn spared a thought for Melina, her wayward finger maiden. Something gnawed at the back of her mind at the thought of her, but was lost. Eowyn just hoped Melina would find a new purpose, one that doesn’t involve burning herself asunder for a world she wouldn’t even see come to pass. Maybe her purpose could involve those births she said still occurred across the lands, since she seemed to care about them more than her own life.Eowyn shook the regretful thoughts from her head, causing her long, braided white hair to swing about. She wanted to be present at this moment. Haven had answers to the many questions she had about this world and the people in it. The tarnished set off to find them.Cassandra and Leliana wanted to meet with her in the Chantry later on, but advised Eowyn to speak with many different people in Haven. Leliana even gave her a small leatherbound journal to keep up with events and important names. The tarnished wandered the village, watching different people run back and forth before spying a familiar face. Varric Tethras was standing by a bonfire with his hands spread out, as close to the flames he could be without being burned. Eowyn made her way toward him.“Hail Varric!” Eowyn called out to the short man. He looked up and gave her an easy grin.“Tarnished! I wondered when you’d wake up.” He greeted her before his grin faded into a frown. “So, now that Cassandra is out of earshot, how are you really holding up? Going from being Thedas’ Most Wanted to joining a religious military is a lot to spread over one day. Anyone else in your shoes wouldn’t shake that off so easily.”“Verily, mine mind doth swirl in great perplexity regarding nearly all matters. Lo, 'tis a heavy burden to bear.” Eowyn answered, dejected.“Then you’re in good company.” he grunted. “We’ve been staring at the Breach watching demons and Maker-knows-what fall out of it. ‘Bad for morale’ is selling it short. Thousands of people died up there. I was almost one of them. And now there’s a hole in the sky.”The mark on Eowyn’s hand crackled with green light in answer, as if it were eavesdropping on them.“Dost thou yearn for the freedom to depart?” Eowyn asked, hiding her trepidation.“Cassandra already said I’m free to go. I’d like to think I’m selfish, but even I can’t walk away and let that sort itself out.”“I am most joyful thou shalt remain. Thy presence beside me doth please my heart.” Eowyn said softly, her eyes tender. Varric gave her a roguish grin.“For better or worse, Bianca and I are here to stay, at least for now.” He answered with a glance at his crossbow that sat beside a log near the fire. “As for you, I’ve written enough tragedies to know how this one goes. Are you sure you want to stick around? I know with the whole 'being from another world' thing your options are limited, but Heroes are everywhere. That hole in the sky? We need more than just a hero, we need a miracle.”“I am well acquainted with miracles.” Eowyn said quietly, but then changed the subject.“When first our paths did cross, thou declared thyself a bard of tales. Pray, what wondrous fables dost thou possess?” Eowyn probed, her face open. Varric chuckled.“Please call my stories ‘wondrous fables’ in front of the Seeker. I want to see her reaction.” He joked. “I wrote a few books, but I’m no Bard. For one thing I can’t sing to save my life.”“Verily, I wouldst fain peruse one of thy tales anon.” Eowyn stated truthfully, but Varric looked puzzled for a moment.“Okay, I’ll need to read up on my older Trade to know what ‘fain’ means, but sure, Tarnished. I can get you a copy of ‘Tale of the Champion’ whenever, though it might have a knife shaped hole in the center.” He quipped with a nod.Varric turned away back to the fire and Eowyn left to wander about Haven once more.Eowyn’s conversation with Varric reminded her to seek out Solas. The Herald walked past the tavern and peeked inside. She didn’t see Solas in the tavern, but the music the bard played was sweet on her ears. Eowyn stood entranced near the entrance of the pub listening to the song about an Empress of fire. When the song ended Eowyn applauded, smiling widely at the Bard, then turned to see Solas right behind her.“Hail Solas! I hath been in quest of thee.” Eowyn greeted the tall, long eared man.“I should be honored. The Chosen of Andraste, a blessed hero sent to save us all.” Solas replied with a hint of sarcasm.“I am but a knight who hath sworn an oath to seal the Breach, and I shall complete the task anon.” She answered stoutly.“Nobly spoken, indeed.” Solas commented, a glint in his eye.“My thanks, O mage.” Eowyn replied with a nod. “Prithee, forgive mine intrusion. Dost thou find this an ill time for discourse?” Eowyn asked carefully. Solas smiled slightly.“No, now is as good a time as any other.” Solas answered and then walked a bit up the path away from the tavern. After a moment Solas spoke unbidden. “I have journeyed deep into the Fade in ancient ruins and battlefields to see the dreams of lost civilizations. I’ve watched countless hosts of spirits clash, reenacting battles both renowned and forgotten. Heroes rise up in every Great war. What kind of hero would you say you are, Eowyn?”“Hast thou ventured into the Realm of the Fade? For truth?” Eowyn wondered instead, ignoring his question.“Spirits in the Fade are attracted to deadly conflicts and buildings that stood the tests of time. They press close against the Veil, weakening the barrier between our worlds. I can travel far into the Fade by dreaming in these places, seeing memories no other living being has ever seen.” Solas sounded melancholy, his eyes cast downward.“Thou art a Dream Walker, verily! I am one as well.” Eowyn revealed. Solas’ head tilted in question, interest alit in his eyes.“You have travelled through dreams in the Fade?” Solas asked.“Of the Fade, I know not. Yet, within the ethereal slumber of a once-familiar soul have I dwelt. To break free, I was compelled to slay a fearsome dragon of great renown.” Eowyn explained, remembering Fia, the Deathbed Companion and her dark fate. Eowyn’s face broke in sorrow unbidden and the Mending Rune of Death drummed in her chest. Solas watched her quietly, more questions growing within him at the revelation and the turmoil it caused.“You have made me curious. It will be interesting to watch this fledgling Inquisition make its way with you at the helm. I will stay to see it though. For now.” Solas decided.“Dost thou intend to take thy leave?” Eowyn asked, wondering if any of her new companions actually wanted to be here.“I am an apostate mage surrounded by Chantry forces in the middle of a mage rebellion. You are new to this world, but you must understand my position. Cassandra has been accommodating, however I am still cautious.” He explained. Eowyn fought the alarm growing within her.“Thou art a valiant and steadfast comrade. I dost wish to have thee at mine side in the days that lie ahead.” Eowyn told Solas fervently. Solas blinked in surprise, but seemed pleased.“Your words hearten me, Herald.”“Prithee, call me Eowyn, Solas. To serve as a Herald to a deity I hath ne'er encountered, 'tis an oddity most perplexing.”“I will keep that in mind, Eowyn.”“Pray, I wish to learn more of the Twilight Realm known as the Fade.” Eowyn said.Solas nodded once, a real smile spreading across his clean face. “The Fade is the world of spirits and dreams. A reflection of the living world, influenced by the Veil and the thoughts of living beings, particularly spirits. It is a place of guidance and insight, but it is also distorted and easily corrupted by the emotions and desires of people.”“Thus, when I do slumber, dost thou reckon I traverse the Fade?” Eowyn questioned. This line of conversation nagged at Eowyn’s mind strangely. She had a distinct feeling that she had experienced the Fade beyond the moment she received the mark on her hand.“It is possible. Theoretically, anyone having a particularly unpleasant dream or one provoking other strong emotions could enter the Fade. When the Veil is thin enough, such as in areas that have seen death or where many people have gathered, I can dream and enter the Fade with just a thought.” The mage answered seriously.“Dost thou commune with spirits in that realm?” Eowyn asked.“Yes. Some benevolent spirits are among my closest friends. Spirits of Wisdom are always happy to share ancient knowledge. Spirits of Purpose help me search for things. They celebrate my joys and comfort me in grief.” Solas answered with a wistful look into the distance.“Aye, some amongst mine companions be spirits of yore. I dost ponder if I may beckon them hither to this realm.” Eowyn sighed, thinking of her dear Melina and the loyal spectral steed Torrent. The tarnished wondered if the Spectral Steed Whistle would work in this realm. Torrent would be invaluable when traversing the land.Thinking of her spirit companions finally made the itching thought click into place. Her dream while she slept was of Melina, but then the finger maiden became a nightmarish monster. And a wolf was there, Eowyn believed. It brought up a subject Eowyn wanted to explore.“Solas, is there a means to defend mine dreams from fiends in the Fade?” Eowyn asked next.Solas nodded, keeping his small smile. “Of course. I put up wards when I choose to sleep in places that could be dangerous, such as abandoned ruins. We will have to see if you have the ability to learn such magic.” he granted. “Now I have a question for you.”Eowyn smiled knowingly. “What dost thou wish to inquire of me?”Solas lowered his voice. “Where does your magic come from and how did you learn such spells?”“I conjure magic by channeling mine essence into the guise of an incantation employing a sigil or scepter, as thou dost.” She answered blankly. Solas’s face grew from guarded curiosity to disquiet.“That is not how magic works in this world. Magic comes from the Fade. Mages draw on that power, and use it to shape reality or call things into being. Drawing on that power also gains you the attention of spirits, some of them aggressive and hostile. Mages are beacons for demonic possession and must be vigilant at all times. For you to have access to magic without a connection to the Fade is unheard of.” Solas’ head tilted and his eyes narrowed slightly.“Verily, I toiled with great fervor to command mine enchantments. Magic be not a gift of birthright in the Lands Between.” Eowyn said seriously.Solas’ eyebrows rose and he leaned forward with another question. “Very well. How did you traverse from the Lands Between to Thedas?”“I wot not, same as thee. In but a moment I found myself present, yet in the next, I was plummeting from lofty heights above. I fell into the Fade, and thou knowest the tale that doth follow.” Eowyn answered. Solas’ lips pursed in disbelief.“That is… anticlimactic. Well, Eowyn, you must be busy so I will no longer keep you. Goodbye” Solas turned away and Eowyn was left to find the other people she was sent to talk to. She consulted the map in her journal and saw that she was close to the Apothecary, so she went to meet this ‘Adan’. The inquisition had but one person making potions for their whole operation. Eowyn knew the man would be either impatient, harried, or both.She was right. Adan was a grumpy old man that apparently was called to help Solas keep her alive and the mark stable when she first arrived in this world. He complained that since she woke up so quickly, they were wasting his time. Eowyn thanked the man nonetheless and asked for information about the potions people consumed in this world. Adan ran out of patience with her manner of speech and walked her out of the Apothecary swiftly thereafter.Eowyn then went to see the Blacksmith Harritt. The mustachioed man was easy going enough, and told Eowyn of different methods used to make and upgrade weapons and armor. Eowyn listened politely, but knew she wouldn’t need his services for herself. Her weapons were fashioned to kill a god by the Misbegotten Blacksmith Hewg ages ago, and her Veteran armor was finer than any she’d seen in the realm thus far.After seeing to them, Eowyn went back to her hut to check her things. It felt to her that since she arrived in this strange realm, she had no chance to look through her items and see what made the journey with her and what did not.She found her Flasks of Crimson Tears and Cerulean Tears dry and empty.The Flask of Wondrous Physick carried the Twiggy Cracked Tear and the Opaline Bubbletear, for what good that did, being completely empty as well. With no Site of Grace in this world, her Flasks will likely remain empty forever.Her Spectral Steed Whistle was on her finger, though she couldn’t use it at that moment. Torrent would loath to appear in the middle of this small hut.All of her many cracked pots, arrows and bolts were in their place along with the cured meats and her other consumables.The Great Runes of the Elden Ring she had taken from the Demigods were present and at full potential. Eowyn need not crush a Rune Arc to beckon their power. The tarnished warrior focused on each Great Rune, concentrating on their aspects and how they influence her body and the world around her. Her body, mind and soul felt instantly revitalized and her hands itched to hold an armament to test her fighting prowess.Eowyn then willed the small doll that resembled Ranni the Witch into her hand. The doll appeared, cold and lifeless, on her palm. The tarnished pushed her life force into the doll, willing it to link with the demigod it was fashioned after. There was a long pause.“Lady Ranni,” Eowyn whispered to the doll. There was no answer.The tarnished cursed. Communication with the Carian Princess would be favorable, but ultimately not necessary.Many more items were accounted for, but useless at present. Larval Tears, Keys, and the dragon hearts she had harvested had no use in Thedas.Eowyn checked all her talisman pouches next, knowing she would have to wear certain ones that help her focus her innate power if she had no Cerulean Tears left. She took off the Talismans she was currently wearing and slipped on the Blessed Blue Dew Talisman. Eowyn quickly felt her capacity for spells increase bit by bit. She also put on the Assassin’s Cerulean Dagger and the Ancestral Spirit’s Horn. Then the Two Headed Turtle Talisman was added as well, so Eowyn could catch her breath much quicker.The tarnished decided to use less demanding incantations in the future in order to conserve her capacity. With these talismans and sleep being her only way of regaining her strength, Eowyn knew she must moderate her magic in this world.It ranckled the tarnished to know that her countless runes she collected to grant herself strength were unable to be cultivated here. Yet another unfortunate change for the realm-crosser. The demons she vanquished before didn’t give her any runes after they perished either, so it seemed she was the only carrier of rune shards in this entire world.Eowyn then took out her Spirit Calling Bell. Eowyn was wary of summoning her Spirit Ash companions near other people, but she was alone now in this hut. She willed the Ashes of her Mimic Tear forth, and rang the Bell once.The Bell peeled louder than expected, but no one came through the door to check on what caused the sound. Eowyn felt her life force divide and fuse with the silver blob that appeared in front of her. The blob spread out and shifted, becoming a mirror image of Eowyn wearing Veteran Armor sans the helmet, and smiling blankly.“Verily, 'tis a pleasure to behold thee once more, my silver twin.” She murmured, standing close to her Mimic. The Mimic reflected her action and they both brought their hands up to cup the other’s face. “I wish to retain thee in this realm, yet it would prove most arduous to render mine explanation to my comrades. The folk herein possess scarce understanding of phantoms.” Her silver clone smiled at her, uncaring.Eowyn jumped backward and willed the Hand of Malenia into her grip. Her Mimic did the same. Satisfied, Eowyn banished the Mimic Tear and sat on her bed. She sighed, feeling melancholic suddenly.“I dost yearn for fair Melina's presence here.” She whispered to herself. Longing filled the tarnished to her core. Throughout her journeys in the Lands Between her constant companion was Melina, and her absence here gnawed at Eowyn’s resolve. If only her kindling maiden was able to explain this world to her like she did the Lands Between. Eowyn yenned for Melina’s dusky voice, her smoky golden eye that watched Eowyn’s every move, her scorching touch.Eowyn sighed again. Pining for her fair maiden led to naught. The tarnished had duties in this world now, and she did not have the time to sigh in her room like some damsel. She left the hut and headed to the Chantry to meet ‘The Commander’ and ‘The Ambassador’ that Cassandra mentioned. She knew this talk, unlike her initial meetings with Varric and Solas, would be a productive one for her and the Inquisition as a whole.'
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