Myriil Surana

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Myriil Surana was not a Hero of Ferelden nor a fabled Grey Warden who defeated the 5th Blight. He was but an elven boy from the Kinloch Hold Circle Tower - a kind and vulnerable guy, who once agreed to help his ever screw-up of a friend named Jowan and thus changed his own life forever.

## Overview

### **Physical Appearance**

Myriil was quite handsome thought had little awareness of this fact. Slim and nimble, he had dark long hair, piercing black eyes, thin grumpy eyebrows, and very sharp cheekbones. The most noticeable thing on his face was surely his tattoos – bright and bold markings, once made as a sign of subtle rebellion he did not dare to act on. His face was somewhat wrinkled – most likely due to diligent studying, so Myriil tended to look older than he actually was. With his life catastrophically changed – more wrinkles appeared.

### **Personality**

Somewhat enigmatic in his appearance, Myriil often gave an impression of a cold, stern and severe person. It wasn't quite true. Though as a rule quiet, not talkative and serious, Myriil had a kind soul and felt deeply empathetic towards people around him. He was always open to help others, especially those of his peers who struggled with their homework. But having a quiet and timid personality Myriil was rarely in touch with his own emotions, especially negative ones. Afraid of disasters which anger and frustration could apparently bring onto a mage, he aspired to suppress them. And Chantry's drastic indoctrination worked wonders - Myriil had absolutely no idea what to do and how to act on feelings of rage, sadness or discontent. And he felt deeply, and he buried all the negative thing deep inside, only for them to reemerge in a moment of absolute desperation.

Myriil was a bright enough student, but never showed any 'potential' for becoming an exceptionally great mage. He enjoyed the studies and showed a decent progress which his teachers regarded as 'above average, but not excellent'. That made him a better student then most, but no match for the 'stars'.

Myriil never had a big problem with that. He was content to have his own place. Devoted to studying arcane arts, Myriil found a great source of joy and comfort in books. His days were mostly spent alone with some heavy tomes and long elaborate manuscripts – and Myriil never felt lonely. He preferred existing within his thoughts rather then socializing with those around him. He had a couple of friends though.

Most of the time timid and gentle, still Myriil always had a strong sense of dignity. In time he grew impatient of being constantly blamed of what he was by the Chantry and being always watched by the templars. He still trusted his tutors and mentors, involuntary seeking a sense of family. Until his Harrowing and the trouble with Jowan Myriil still felt he had a home...

Myriil had his own struggles – with being an elf, with being a mage, with being very sensitive, with longing for love of the others, and especially with anger he had little ways to express. Ultimately this resulted in many losses he wished he hadn't suffered.

### **Talents and Skills**

Primal magic was always Myriil's favorite. He loved conjuring flames and lighting. Creating a Tempest or an Inferno was his preferred way to battle big groups of enemies. He enjoyed casting Tempest on closed doors and having enemies run through the peril towards the party. Myriil also mastered some Entropy, Spirit and Force spells. He loved creating walking bombs.

During his travels Myriil encountered an opportunity to become an Arcane Warrior and excepted it but never found much use of his new abilities. Myriil never cast spells using a sword which he found annoyingly heavy, slow and uncomfortable. He reluctantly wore armor as it was far better protection then the robes he was used to. But he missed the lightness and easiness of his prior clothing and took his elven armor off immediately after the Blight was over.

## Biography

### **History**

Myriil had close to no recollection on where he was from or who his parents were. His earliest memories were of the Circle, and thus Kinloch Hold was truly the only world he ever knew.

Myriil grew up a shy and timid child who preferred a company of books to that of his fellow apprentices. One of few friends he had was Jowan – a human student who had a unique talent to never seek yet always find trouble. Jowan showed considerably less impressive results in his magic than Myriil did. Jowan was sincerely surprised how one could be so great at something he found a messy, strange and quite scary subject. They bonded over studying – Myriil constantly helped Jowan through his home tasks and grew to like him as somewhat dull-witted and cowardly, yet frank and kind person. Myriil felt protective over Jowan, and if he didn't spend his time in the library, they showed up together everywhere. Jowan always relied on Myriil's sharp mind and comparative boldness. Both friends felt they belonged together, and they often spoke heart to heart, sharing their secrets and concerns – at least most of them.

During his first years of the Circle life Myriil never even came close to questioning the fairness of its rules or structure. Knowing nothing else, he obediently accepted the harsh words of the Chantry and never felt there could be something wrong with strong grim people in heavy armor constantly watching halls of the Tower. He was assured magic was a dangerous and treacherous power within himself – and he was determined to reach righteousness by studying hard and listening to every word a strict teacher would say. He was certain that if he held to every rule the Circle had – he would be loved and accepted.

Fortunately, Myriil's bookinshness ultimately saved him from self-loathing and dread of the magic within himself. His reading helped him realize magic was a wonderful and beautiful thing with exciting possibilities – and thus helped him to not fear it but admire it and look at it with love of a scholar.

Being an elf, during his childhood and teenage years Myriil occasionally experienced prejudice from some mages and especially templars. Myriil had strongly decided that his heritage and appearance were no reasons to feel ashamed and started to quietly despise those who were unkind to him. Alas, being too scared to confront them openly, Myriil preferred to calm himself while reading on elven liberation. That helped – in its own way. Quite soon Myriil found out that not all elves were slaves of humans and not all of them had to live in alianages. He learned of the Dalish – free elves who roamed distant forests and worshiped their own gods. Surely they would be much more tolerant and kind to someone like Myriil! Since then he developed a quiet dream to somehow leave and find a new life in a Dalish clan. But dreaming of it and actually leaving the Circle were two entirely different things. If asked, Myriil would probably be horrified by an opportunity to escape. Like all in the Tower, he knew the famous Anders – and strongly felt against his illconcieved and vain attempts to leave Kinloch Hold. Yet the fact that his fellow mages were trying all sorts of crazy means to break free planted more seeds of doubt in his soul. Slowly Myriil started to understand those who he previously regarded as mere petty troublemakers. More and more he felt that the Tower is less of a sanctuary and more of a prison. Myriil suddenly thought that he had no life of his own. All of it was taken away even before the times he could reach with his memory.

Myriil's discontent only grew. In the later years in the Circle, especially in his late adolescence and having succeeded in many classes, Myriil started to develop a somewhat harsh attitude towards being reluctantly tolerated and constantly watched. He now heard the Chantry permanently telling him he should not have existed. The templars now felt like a real threat. And it wasn't because of Myriil's actions or anything he could control. No matter how well he did at his studies, they all still saw him as a criminal-to-be. His views on the position of mages in fereldan society formed as antagonistic. Within him a suppressed rebellion grew.

Myriil became very protective over his own boundaries. He wanted respect and freedom – yet he couldn't find any within the Circle of Magi. But Myriil was too scared to do something about it – instead he continued reading and put his mind into more studies. That was the only way he knew.

### The Circle

It all began with the Harrowing. Even thought Myriil successfully survived it by overcoming the demon, his faith in the Circle superiors was hopelessly shaken. He thought that by showing decent results in his magical practices he had earned respect and trust, at least that of the senior enchanters and Irving especially. Yet not only they wanted further proof of his ability to be strong and willful, but they put him in grave danger with their own hands. Myriil woke up and felt shocked, sad and betrayed.

He always wanted to be a proper mage, like those who wrote his favorite books. Now he was one, and yet he did not want to be. He had no idea what to do and where to go with his disarray. Jowan showing up was only too well-timed.

The news was the last straw. Myriil was not having his best friend turned into a Tranquil. Irving now was overthrown, and the trust in the Circle was lost. Myriil immediately agreed to help Jowan.

Caught by Irving and Gregoir, Myriil tried to protect Jowan. When his friend suddenly used blood magic, Myriil was terrified but not disgusted. He did not appreciate his friend's girlfriend Lilly turning her back on Jowan. The newly discovered blood mage disappeared, leaving Myriil in sadness and worry for his friend's fate. Alas, Myriil himself did not manage to escape and was only saved by interference of a certain Duncan.

Myriil had no desire to become a Grey Warden. But the alternative was certain death. And besides, against all chances he was suddenly leaving the Circle Tower. Myriil agreed to come with Duncan, thinking to himself, that he would run as soon as possible.

### Ostagar

On their way to Ostagar Myriil had little opportunity to run off. It would be rather awkward since Duncan was the one who actually saved his life. Besides, he constantly kept an eye on the elven boy – and he never stopped talking about the darkspawn attacks and an upcoming Blight.

In spite of Duncan's categorical words, Myriil did not want to become a battle mage nor had he any desire to consider himself adjacent to the Grey Wardens. He would rather think of himself as an outsider who is still biding his time and is trying to decide what to do with his life.

Upon arriving to Ostagar Myriil still thought of leaving. But the fate of a caged deserter convinced him not to take such slim chances. Myriil gave the man food and water asking nothing in return. He agreed to help an ill mabari. Meeting Wynn was rather annoying as Myriil never particularly liked her because of her dry and preachy tutoring style. Myriil did not want to hear what she had to say about his fate. He was also a bit jealous of her position in the army as those from the Tower who came here to fight at least did that out of a sense of duty, not because they were forced to.

After meeting Alistair and his fellow recruits Myriil, accompanied by them, ventured to the Korcary Wilds and successfully obtained both the darkspawn blood and the ancient treaties, as Duncan ordered. This was also when Myriil met Morrigan, a first non-Circle apostate mage he had ever seen.

Before the Joining Myriil did not know how he felt about Grey Wardens. But after the Joining he knew – it was horror and disgust. Those people lured their recruits into joining them by force or treachery and then made them agree to priorly non-established rules thus abusing their power over those they had conscripted. No one told Myriil, Verath and Ser Jorvy in advance what the Joining was about – much like no apprentices in the Circle Tower knew what Harrowing was. Moreover, nobody told them in advance what life as a Grey Warden would be like and how it would end. So, Myriil watched as one of his companions drank the darkspawn blood and perished, and the other refused and was murdered by Duncan in a blink of an eye. Myriil was forced to drink his share and woke up to the face of the despised Duncan asking if he was OK.

The urge to leave was the only thing Myriil felt. He did not want to be a part of any of this. His freedom was once again stolen from him, and he wanted to be a master of his own life, even a short and tainted one. But the battle was upon Ostagar, and so there was no running away, only getting the task at hand done. Feeling no strong devotion to king or country he had never known, Myriil still tried to fulfill his duty as well as he could. Alas, there was no winning that night.

### The Beginning

Myriil and Alistair were saved from doomed Ostagar by Flemeth, Morrigan's mother and apparently the Witch of the Wilds. Myriil was informed about Loghain's treachery and the perish of  whole Ferelden army including the king, all the Grey Wardens and Duncan himself.

Alistair was crushed by death of his brethren and his sworn father Duncan. Myriil suddenly found himself completely free. No one was there to watch him – no Circle, no Chantry, no Irving or Duncan. No friends to save, no studies to complete. Though saddened by death of so many people, now, finally, Myriil could do what he wanted.

He was certain that Alistair as the only Grey Warden left was the one to take it from here. Myriil had no connection to the Grey Wardens nor had he any loyalty towards them. But Flemeth was the one who told him just what a threat was now upon Ferelden and the whole world. With all his flamed and righteous speeches Duncan was unable to reach Myriil like this crazy old witch did. And Alistair – Alistair quietly asked Myriil not to leave him. So Myriil agreed.

Thus the adventures of Myriil and his companions began. Myriil decided that he was helping Alistair only 'temporarily' – he was willing to give in this little, telling himself that in time he would get a chance to leave. But, being accustomed to a leading role in his former partnership with Jowan, Myriil found himself in charge again and again. However he always refused to call himself a Grey Warden, insisting that this title was not him nor why he was there.

### The Dalish

After visiting Lothering Myriil had no doubts where to go – he wanted to see the Dalish. Secretly there was still a part of him which dreamed of staying with the clan and forgetting all those Maker-damned Blight shenanigans. Of course, upon arriving to the Brecilian Forest Myriil saw that the Dalish were not exactly those wonderful and noble wild people he dreamed of. Also Zathrian's clan had certain predicaments that prevented them from helping Myriil. He was still eager to aid the free elves he grew up admiring and now finally met in person. Happily did Myriil roam their serene and peaceful camp, sheepishly he talked to the Dalish elves, he admired the aravels and the statues, in awe he listened to the Hahren, envious of boys and girls who sat beside him - they got to learn their people's history from the very young age. Every time a Dalish elf would express caution or hostility towards the outsider Myriil grew extremely sad and went out of his way to prove himself to his distant kin. He still dreamed of coming back and staying with the clan forever when his duty is done. Myriil helped to unite Gheyna and Cammen. He tried to help Danyla and told her husband the truth about her fate. (He was not able to help halla at once but he never forgot and trained specially in hope to still be able to offer his aid. The halla was all well in the end.) After finding out the truth about werewolf curse Myriil confronted Zathrian, a man he respected right from the start, and persuaded the Keeper to let go. The Dalish were safe, the werewolves were human again, and the clan was about to march to war. Myriil had to continue his travels, and he left with longing in his heart.

### Redcliff

Redcliff was an important part of Myriil's journey. After defending the village from the undead he entered the castle via a secret passage under the lake – and found in the dungeons none other than his best friend, now a blood mage and a wanted 'maleficar' Jowan. Myriil was horrified but somewhat not surprised by the story he heard. Jowan always was a clueless master of making the wrong choices. Myriil, while realizing Jowan almost killed a man and also had been ruining Wardens' plans on getting help from arl Eamon, still did not see any need to punish his friend. Myriil knew Jowan was a good man. Somehow Jowan always failed his attempts to act like one, and Myriil always believed he could do it. He believed in Jowan even now. Myriil tried to persuade Jowan to run and hide from the law, but Jowan was determined to right his own wrongs. Overjoyed by this uncharacteristic act of courage, Myriil agreed.

The grand issue of a child possessed by a demon required some urgent actions. Myriil sternly inquired Jowan about all their possibilities and chose to seek help of the Circle. He strongly dismissed options of killing the child or sacrificing his mother. So he left for the Tower. Jowan stayed imprisoned in the castle dungeons until further notice.

### Back in The Circle

The Circle Tower. Myriil had hoped it to be the last place they would visit. The very first sight of the tall, grim, intimidating building made Myriil's heart sick. He realized just how strongly he had hoped to never return to that place. As the templar was taking them across the lake Myriil felt all the ire towards those who once imprisoned him there. It frightened him – still the Circle used to be his home, didn't it?..

Upon arriving to the Tower the bitter feeling of a lost home became only stronger. Myriil found the Circle in the middle of an agonizing horror. Shocked and terrified, he saw the only place he once knew and loved crumbling away. He knew most of the people in the Tower – and he could only guess who was still left beyond the locked doors waiting for their death. Myriil had no doubts – he was ready to storm the Tower, to fight every single abomination, to seek every single survivor,  mage or templar. Myriil now was an outsider in Kinloch Hold – for the first time in forever him being a Grey Warden served him well. He had left the Tower and no longer belonged there – thus he could return not as a remorseful prodigal son coming back to a father, but as a powerful friend to the mages, all independent and grown up, wielding a power they were to respect and rely on. Seeing his ex-home is despair Myriil no longer held any hard feelings for this place. It was not a good place on its own. But it needed help. Myriil was ready to fight for the mages and protect them from the templars, even the maleficarum if he had a chance. Venturing into the Tower he thought that maybe he could reason with the blood mages and save them from the wrath of the Chantry, as long as it was possible.

The dark and deadly quiet Tower was a nightmare. In utter shock did Myriil gaze upon upturned beds, tapestries soaked with blood, and bodies of the only people he once knew - apprentices, enchanters and templars. In horror he thought back to the days he dwelt in those halls - now death alone reigned them.

Myriil realized that the ringleader of the coup was beyond saving. Still he tried to help everyone who would agree to yield. He was relieved to see at least some of the mages safe under protection of Wynn. Myriil was not happy to have her in the party but he appreciated the help. But after defeating Uldred and securing the Circle Myriil bluntly refused Wynn's request to accompany him in his travels. Myriil did not want Wynn to follow him with her constant jawing and preaching – and he did not want any of his ex-teachers in his life.

Myriil returned to Redcliff, bringing the mages with him – it was done in time to help Connor. Unfortunately, Myriil was unable to persuade bann Teagan to let Jowan go. His fate was to be decided by arl Eamon, who was still in coma. Bann Teagan reluctantly agreed with lady Isolda that they needed a miracle – one that could be provided by the Urn of Sacred Ashes. A nonbeliever, Myriil still accepted their request to search for it. After all, he was sure such an artifact, if real, would be a most powerful magic item capable of healing the arl.

### Orzammar

Orzammar was a grueling part of Myriil's quest. The lack of sunshine and clear sky above to which he already grew accustomed was depressing. Moreover, Myriil found it particularly annoying that in order to receive support from the dwarves he first needed to be absorbed by their political intrigues. On the other hand – he arrived to the gates of Orzammar as an obvious leader or his small company. Still not calling himself a Grey Warden he nonetheless was a true big player in the dangerous game that was on – and he had to accept it. In Orzammar Myriil confidently demanded  help for his cause. He ultimately chose to support Prince Bhelen – not out of liking him but in hopes Bhelen would lead Orzammar towards more social justice and freedom. As an atheist and a strong advocate for freedom of faith, Myriil refused to help the Chantry representative. He did not wish to participate in the Proving. He helped Dagna to get to the Circle, though warned her that place wasn't so charming after all. In the Deep Roads he spared Ruck and later told his mother the truth. After finding Branka Myriil chose to help Caridin and destroyed the Anvil of the Void.

### The Urn of Sacred Ashes

Quest for the Urn of Sacred Ashes was the time when Myriil had to confront his doubts regarding faith. He stopped worshiping the Maker and Andraste a while ago, though back at the Tower he still had to attend the services and say the words of prayer. Now free from the Circle, he finally permitted himself to have an honest assumption that the world could be very different from what the Chantry had been saying. Who was this entity called the Maker? Was Andraste even a real person? And if so, what did she really experience? Was the one called the Maker indeed a deity – or was he something else? For now, Myriil chose a skeptical point of view and went on looking for new experiences. While exploring the old temple and taking the Gauntlet Test Myriil faced the possibility of Andraste actually having existed. And whoever she was, thought Myriil, whatever she saw, she without a doubt was an exceptional human being, capable of leading a whole nation. And if her ashes indeed possessed a healing power, then so be it! Myriil was not deceived by the Cult of Andraste and refused to defile the Ashes. He admitted to the Guardian that he felt guilty for abandoning Jowan. Good memory and previous studies helped Myriil to solve the spirits riddles. The encounter with Jowan was shoking, but Myriil still believed he could help his friend in real life. Myriil was intimidated by the need to fight himself but managed to do so, unsure what that meant. With help of the cunning Zevran the party managed to get over the bridge. Finally, facing the fire Myriil called for all knowledge he had about flame, one of his favorite elements, and to his own surprise managed to pass. Leaving the temple with a pinch of Ashes in his pocket, Myriil still was not convinced that the Chantry version of Andraste's story was true. He thought now – maybe he would never know. If so, that was OK with him. He had a Blight to somehow deal with, and for that he did not need a religion. He had to create his own path.

### The Landsmeet

Myriil felt quite indifferent towards who gets to rule Ferelden, as long as they help defeat the Blight. It was a surprise for Myriil that apparently in order to ensure it he had to put someone on the throne literally by himself. Surely, a naïve teenage mage from the Circle Tower would't be the right person to make that choice, right? In amazement he heard nobles telling him he was an important figure in the coming Landsmeet. Myriil never had an intention to put Alistair on the throne. He strongly supported Alistair's resentment towards this idea and never backed it publicly in a vocal way. On the other had, he found Anora a clever and experienced politician. Myriil was suspicious of her though, expecting some complicated political ploy where he would be used as a pawn.

After getting ambushed by Ser Cauthrien Myriil, flustered, tried to call for Anora's help. Abandoned by her and defeated by Loghain's forces, he was taken to Fort Drakon alongside Alistair. Myriil failed his attempt to escape and was saved by Zevran and Leliana. Angry with Anora, he still listened to her proposal and agreed to support her claim to the throne. Cautious around her, he still came to realize the queen was not at all a bad leader - since it was she who actually ruled Ferelden recently. Myriil still told himself that an alliance with her is a means to an end - he was not here to decide Ferelden's fate but rather to get rid of Loghain.

Regardless of how he felt about the queen, Myrill was glad to make haste to the Alienage, as he wanted to support fellow elves in any way he could. What he found there left Myriil in shock. Though a lot of dignity accompanied pitiful but proud elven life, the Alienage was mostly a place of desperation. The elves were struck first by a savage purge and later by a strange plague - and no one was there do stand by them. Myriil was horrified to find actual slavers who worked in the Alienage posing as healers. He carved his way through them, killing left and right, and he felt no remorse. No promise of support during the Landsmeet would stop his hand. Myriil also helped Ser Otto, whom he found a surprisingly kind and gentle templar actually doing his job. He returned the amulet to the poor elven girl. He gave money to everybody, even those who were clearly making fun of him. He was happy to meet Soris again whom he let out of Howe's prison and to get acquainted with Shianni. Myriil was a little intimidated by Valendrian who out of the bet asked him about Duncan's well-being.

At last, it was time for the Landsmeet. Loghain was clearly not willing to listen to anybody, he was hellbent to retain his power, being delusional or straightforward mad. Myriil was intimidated by that tall and mighty man, a hero and a patriot, whose views and words were so off and yet so sincere and passionate. Myriil was very used to abide by authority, and part of him was apathetically ready to actually believe Loghain's claims. The Grey Wardens killed the king? They were leading Ferelden back into orlaisian occupation? That was not true, but... wouldn't Loghain know better? Except no. Myriil already had a positive experience of defying those in power who threatened good and just people. They did not know better just because they wielded power. They could be wrong. Irving was wrong, and Gregoir was most certainly wrong - and Loghain was desperately wrong in thinking he was saving his country while actually leading it to its doom. Myriil was not very good at his arguments though. He lost the voting and had to fight Loghain's supporters. After that he let Alistair fight Loghain in a duel - and... he thought it was over, except there came Riordan, out of nowhere. His proposition to make Loghain a Grey Warden appalled Myriil. Using the Joining as a way to punish someone and make them useful at the same time? No. Myriil knew perfectly clear that Joining was worse than death. Duncan would have done something like it, but not Myriil. Loghain was executed.

### **Post-game**

Here's what happened after the events of said game, brosef.

## **Relationships**

### Alistair

Myriil was suspicious of Alistair when meeting him at Ostagar. He was still fresh out of the Tower, hurt and scared, desperately seeking to flee an undesired fate of a Grey Warden. Meeting a member of this order did not seem to be a pleasant experience. Moreover - the guy happened to be an ex-templar. But Alistair also was surprisingly funny and charming - despite a rather flat sense of humor. Alas, a good impression of Alistair changed quickly and drastically as soon as the Joining came. Horrified by nature of the ritual, Myriil froze and watched Alistair - the same Alistair who has been telling him about his lack of a choice in becoming a templar - reciting an oath for clueless recruits, who did not have any choice in this matter. After the Joining was done, the only thing Myriil felt to Alistair was cold disdain. They had to work together, and so they did - and until Myriil woke up in the Flemmeth's hut, he did not care at all about Alistair.

Alistair's love for Duncan and his deep sorrow touched Myriil. He knew that Alistair was not a bad man: it was Duncan who coerced and manipulated people, but Alistair genuinely believed in the order's glory and nobility. Also Grey Wardens used to be his only home. Myriil pitied Alistair for his misguided beliefs - and he did not have the courage to abandon him. So they ventured off together. Myriil hated the way Alistair always tried to put him in charge, but, being led by and old habit, often found himself making decisions for both of them. Myriil was polite with his companion, as he tried to be with everybody, and listened to Alistair, and even brought himself to comfort Alistair about Duncan. But he never felt any true connection to Alistair - and failed to see any true sighs of friendship coming from him. Myriil was sure that Alistair had no particularly warm feelings towards him, so he was genuinely surprised when, visiting Goldanna, Alistair called him his friend. Myriil never felt hostile towards Alistair. He tried to support and comfort him whenever it seemed Alistair needed that. He defended him from Morrigan's pinpricks and from Goldanna's accusations; he was glad Aliatair's mother's amulet made him happier.

A real boiling point in their relationship came when Alistair cared to mention that oh, by the way, Grey Wardens have only 30 years to live. The darkspawn blood kills them slowly, and when the time comes, they go and commit ritual suicide, overrun by darkspawn in the Deep Roads. Didn't I tell you that before?.. Myriil was enraged. He had enough of this Grey Warden self-righteousness. He lost his temper and angrily spited out, 'Duncan deserved the death he got!' Alistair was horrified and pissed of, he wasn't going to have it, so the two of them stormed off each in their own direction. They did not talk for a long while. Myriil was hurt and felt vengeful. For a moment he considered making Alistair king. But he knew how Alistair despised this possibility. And he wasn't about to rid his companion of his right to chose, when it already was a rear option in their world. When they spoke again, Myriil apologized.

Alistair's death in the final battle put a great burden of guilt on Myriil's shoulders. He felt as if he sacrificed Alistair in order to survive - an he despised himself for that. Any of them could deal the final blow - and Myriil's desire to stay alive and live happily with his loved one stopped him from doing it himself. The fact that Alistair chose to die willingly and even asked for it did not redeem Myriil. Guild followed Myriil for a long time - and also fueled his desire to find a cure for the taint.

### Morrigan

Myriil had a complicated relationship with Morrigan too. On one hand, he admired her freedom and was enthralled by her life of a proud and free mage, unbound by a Circle or laws of the Chantry. On the other hand, he was constantly appalled by Morrigan's heartlessness and cruelty. They never agreed on party choices regarding the help which Myriil generously offered to anyone who asked. He also frequently refused compensation, and that irritated Morrigan too. Myriil couldn't stand Morrigan being mean to Alistair without any provocation. Also Morrigan's opinion on how the fate of the Circle mages should have been decided caused Myriil to almost cast her away from the party.

Morrigan's ability to openly express anger, disdain, hostility and other 'negative' feelings secretly frightened Myriil. He was never able to let out his own anger, which he harbored plenty. He was scared of negative feelings and scared and partially jealous of Morrigan. Also Myriil was never good at communicating with powerful and aggressive people. He always got intimidated and defensive in front of them. So he ultimately failed to communicate with Morrigan. Fearful of Morrigan's wild and powerful nature, Myriil never got to actually grow closer to her and befriend her. He was not happy about it, as Morrigan was obviously not an evil witch from a fairy tail but a person with genuine and unique experiences.

Alas, it was not meant to be. Myriil and Morrigan parted their ways as soon as the content of Flemmeth's grimoire was discovered. Myriil was glad to help Morrigan get her mother's book - it was such a small deed, and yet it could improve their relationship. But upon reading the grimoire Morrigan confronted him with a sudden and terrifying request. To kill Morrigan's mother? What, just like that? Myriil could not believe it. He had never known his own mother. He could not understand how one could just go and kill their mother - without investigation or talking - even if she had planned to kill them first. Yes, Flemmeth probably was a terrible mother - and yes, she was planning to use Morrigan as a thing that could help her survive. Yes, Flemmeth had to be stopped. But sending somebody else to kill her was not a solution! Morrigan wouldn't get another chance to confront Flemmeth. She would get no closure, no chance to express her anger towards the person who was supposed to love and cherish her. One doesn't just kill their mother and move on. They would remain scarred forever, probably with no chance to be healed. Having never met his own mother, Myriil was trying really hard to talk Morrigan out of it. He went through all objections he could think of, and when those ran out, he bluntly refused, 'No, I can't help you kill your mother'. To his horror and surprise, he didn't even get to offer Morrigan an alternative plan. Morrigan got furious, cursed him and stormed out of the camp.

Myriil was heartbroken. He genuinely wanted to help - and was saddened and angered by Morrigan's extreme response. He worried for Morrigan and often wondered how she was doing out there, alone. But there was no sight of her anywhere. Myriil assumed she was gone for good. But he was mistaken.

Morrigan's offer to help both him and Alistair survive was another big surprise from her part. Myriil would be OK with it if it was a matter of a calm discussion. He would want to talk to his lover first, to talk to *anyone*, to give it a thought! If it was always an option, why would't Morrigan say so in advance! Why put Alistair and him in such a place where there was no time to think! Morrigan was probably mad at him, so she told him nothing up until now... Once again Myriil was being forced to make a choice here and now - otherwise Morrigan was leaving. Myriil grew frustrated and resentful, and he lost his temper. Before he knew it, he refused - and Morrigan disappeared, leaving Myriil shocked and terrified. He had failed tremendously.

### Zevran

A moment before that blasted trunk almost hit him in the head, there was just one peculiar thought in Myriil's mind, 'No way he is killing me. I'm gonna overcome him, recruit him into my party and then seduce him'. After the fact Myriil was mildly surprised and rather embarrassed by this sudden sign of attraction. He firmly decided to be strict and cool about the elf's interrogation - and his coolness crumbled the moment his prisoner opened his eyes and started talking. Myriil was hopelessly blown away. Zevran was the most beautiful and charming person in the universe.

Most of the party couldn't believe their eyes when Myriil recruited Zevran. Even more bewildered they became when watched Myriil be so nice to the recent assassin. While it was reasonable to presume that Zevran could attempt to finish his job, Myriil never even spoke of it. He openly ate whatever food Zevran touched, at ease he let Zevran out of his side, never scared of being stabbed int he back. He trusted Zevran's judgement and followed his rear but sound advice. The party begrudgingly laughed off Zevran's apparent inability to pick any lock, but Myriil never called him out on this. Well, he said with a smile, if you offered lock-picking as one of your skills, then so be it - you will have to learn how to do it! And every time they ventured on a mission Myriil took both Zevran and Leliana and had her teach Zevran. Very soon he became as good at lock-picking as Leliana was - and seemed to be quite content with this opportunity.

Myriil was completely infatuated with Zevran. He admired his humor and optimism, he was deeply fascinated by his crazy adventures, and he felt an ever growing longing to share everything Zevran does and everything he is. Though chilled by Zevran's open fondness of killing, Myriil never judged him. He wasn't sure he agreed with his sentiment that some people just had to be killed, but it suddenly wasn't a problem, they could agree ti disagree - and still not grow apart. That was probably the first truly healthy relationship Myriil ever had. (And ultimately their shared experiences changed the both. Myriil had to change his mind on the latter issue when he met a Tevinter slaver who offered to sacrifice lives of many slaves to augment Myriil's power and thus haggle his own life back. Myriil killed him mercilessly. And regarding Zevran - he discovered, to his own surprise, that he was still able to feel deeply and still be safe.)

Myriil was happy that long ago in the Bresilian forest he picked up a pair of Dalish gloves and never got to sell them. Overjoyed he could give Zevran something significant, he presented him the gloves - and was struck in the very heart by sincere surprise and thankfulness Zevran expressed. Myriil was head over heels about Zevran. He tried to flirt with him awkwardly and always was astonished how well it went with cheerful and silver-tonged Zevran. Constantly dying inside, he did not dare to ask Zevran of anything more; he also did not want to impose on him, seeing how technically Zevran was still at his mercy. He kept telling Zevran he could go if he wanted, for he was not a prisoner, and was overjoyed every time as Zevran answered with a smirk that he was quite content to stay.

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