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Cainhurst was foul. As foul as everywhere else. The blood had erupted there as well. A festering boil that had enveloped the province. Its queen was kind. She was odd but he was odd. They were odd. Pyek did not mind her. The queen adored him. She sent him on missions and he did what...

"Of course--" He was not paying attention. Not to everything. The ease with which she called him her lion and the smile that played on her lips baffled him. His mind was victim to it all. Cullen did not know how he should respond to her mannerisms or if he should at all. Gwen was an enigma in...

There is no beast greater than an ambitious man. He looked at his former comrade. He was mad. The scourge had taken him. It would take all. Pyek took it upon himself to stop them: the fallen hunters. The hunters who became the beasts they were sworn to fight. In his hand, his scythe's...

He had grown fond once. Eileen. The girl's name was Eileen. He had liked her since he saw her slay a boil-covered beast. They got along well enough. Both wore similar masks. She had found her own cloak. One that looked like his. They slayed together. They spoke. The girl's name was...

He woke with the night. His steps were silent. They carried him far and fast. He dodged from one shadow to the next. He lived with the beasts he killed. His scythe was faster than a snake's strike. He could behead anything before it tried to speak his name. "Pyek Barron." A growl...

Life was simple. His duty was clear. He was a hunter. His job was to protect the people from beasts that roamed the night streets. Monsters who wore the face of other men and women. His family was not close. They fought among themselves often. The two who had conscripted him had...

Hours passed. Perhaps a few days. He wished for food but the painful cramps were familiar. Almost comforting. A door opened. He was awake. He sat up. "The boy has a name." The footsteps were fast. They came to him and the man pulled him up. "The boy has a name and a family." "No...

The room echoed. There were two people before him. He could hear their breathing. The beggar leaned on his staff and waited. He had followed. "Who is the boy?" "No one." He fell as the woman kicked away his staff. He laid on the ground. "What is his name?" It was the man. "He...

The visits were frequent. They alternated between a woman and a man. He was unsure who they were. What they looked like. The boy had grown a beard. It had been weeks (perhaps months) since the trials had started. Life on the street had become normal. Begging for food, sleeping on stone...

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Footsteps. They were quiet. His head lifted. The man, Pieter, was clad in only rags. He wielded a wooden staff and nothing more. He sat up. The footsteps approached and then stopped. They were a few feet away. Something hit the side of his head and he cried out. A woman's voice made...

Scribbled on the edge of a report It pities no one. It doesn't know mercy. Carroll fell to it. He was a good man. I missed him when I went to Kirkwall. May the Maker take his soul. And may we destroy this red madness before it destroys us.

He was a mess. He felt like one too. His hands rubbed his face before pushing up into his hair. He held his head. Cullen leaned forward. He propped his elbows on his knees. There was screaming in his head. His mind was yelling. It hurt. They hurt. I hurt. It hurts, it hurts, stop it, it...

His thumb brushed against her cheek. A blush rose where he touched her. She looked down. Pulled away. His brow creased. "Are you alright?" "Yes, yes. I'm sorry, it's nothing." "What is it?" "Nothing." "It's more than nothing." The woman sighed. He looked at her, expectancy in...

Cullen smiled. He liked the sentiment. A fine color. It did not surprise him that she liked it. Perhaps they should consider changing the uniforms from green to gold. It seemed like more fitting for a religious order such as the Inquisition. Gold, like the sunrise. Like the sun itself...

Cullen's brows rose at her answer. She sounded so sure. So hopeful. He considered it. Red. Red, like the lions of the Frostbacks. The beasts he'd always found fascinating. Red, like fire, like passion and strength. He smiled. "You're right." Then he chuckled. "Correct on the first...

Her expression was not lost on him. Cullen watched her features take on the mischievous look. His brows rose. What she said brought a blush to his cheeks. She had said that. She'd said it. With her voice. Out loud. When she brushed it off as a joke he exhaled a breath he hadn't...

The Red Lion: A beast native to the Frostback Mountains. Clever, strong, proud. Creatures capable of taking down almost any game set before them. They strategize with a natural ease. Their pelts, of which they bear their namesake, are russet with black striping. These hunters are best...