The year is 9:31, during the prophetic and aptly named Dragon Age. Thanks to the tireless efforts of the Hero of Ferelden and his companions, the archdemon of the Fifth Blight, Urthemiel, was slain at the Battle of Denerim. Many good souls were lost that day, but the people of Ferelden rejoiced, as the Blight was quelled almost as quickly as it begun. In it's wake, however, the fate of Thedas, and all of those who walk on her soil, was altered.
Amaranthine. The jewel of the Waking Sea. Vigil's Keep. The eye of Ferelden. Both about to be torn apart by hordes of darkspawn. Compared to whats coming, the Grey Wardens of Ferelden will look back fondly on these times.
Ferelden. The underdog. Hiding millenia long secrets that could unravel the continent itself, and possibly the rest of Thedas. But is it the people or the land itself to be anxious of?
The Free Marches. Unrest. Underground networks, and running for your life. Nothing is ever what it seems here, and whatever it is, you know what will happen if it catches you.
Northern Thedas. Orlais, Tevinter, and Antiva, giants all waging war. With enemies, with themselves, and soon, with each other.
Where do you stand?
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