Most beliefs have them - a place for the good and a place for the bad. Your actions in life determine where you go and what happens after. Simple enough. Or it was until the Prophecy. Something was coming. Something was building and it would affect everyone. Both sides. And neither was willing to wait.
You know, it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a town surrounded by a mysterious mist where there are Heaven and Hell fractions called to help in a conflict, I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young.
I'm still finding it difficult to believe any of this is real.
I must say, I do not think I've ever seen magic like this. Your chariots and stores are impressive, and this device seems to massively decomplicate mass-communication. With it, the Blight probably would have been won in a week rather than a year.
But greetings. I'm the Warden-CommThe Hero of FThe WarMaker, do I dare Solona Amell. You may also know me as the Hero of Ferelden or the Warden-Commander of the Grey, but those don't matter right now.
Okay so now that I am no longer wet, bedraggled, and without shoes I'm really hoping this isn't another one of Pennywise's vivid and all too real hallucinations because it wouldn't be the first time. I mean I had hoped it would be the last time considering the shit my friends and I just went through, but you never can be too careful.