Diary of Mme Mirasol… Book 4 Entry 28, Month of Winter March, year 9:30
Ay Yai Yai!
After fighting off skeletal demons in the basement, we searched the basement for clues. Bronn Mak Mir ransacked the dead bodies, stealing what he could from the orphans and widows of those who had undergone such horrible torture and transformations. While Kadira and I investigated the strange components of blood magic, the [[:apostate][ showed an unhealthy interest in the objects, while having no clear idea of how dangerous the fade and demons could be. Kadira and I quickly destroyed the implements of evil, even as the apostate tried to fish secrets from the ashes. As we went to the top floor, we found an arrow with a message.
A man in chains and robes… very poor fashion choice… met us and asked to buy information on the sorcerrer who had fled the basement to the fade. After much chit chatting, he provided no information other than that the evil mage had performed crimes against others, perhaps in Tevynter. He gave us a way to reach him (leave things under a rock), and ran off to collect the clothes in the basement.
After Bronn made it clear he would not give even a small share of his ill gotten lucre to the chantry or the orphans, we left to report to Mother Hannah.
After telling about the apostate and the accursed creatures, we were introduced to Squire Ann, a talented and capable woman from Highever. As she was encased in the metal that sheilds all knights and squires, I cannot tell you exactly what she looked like, but I have drawn a sketch here of what she might look like in battle. Terrible and Wonderful, no? She was the sole survivor of a holy mission to reclaim the ashes of the bride of the Maker, Andraste. Of course, Kadira and I heartily and zestfully agreed to help her, should we survive the assault of demons on Redcliff, and the crazed acts of the apostate and his lackey “Bronn.”
Andraste teaches forgiveness, but bless my soul, I do not know how to forgive the apostate for burning down houses, with people in them, while fighting a group of zombie kidnappers. A set of four zombies were dragging unconscious forms from the nearby houses. With much vigor, Squire Ann, Gawain, Bronn, and Gerrin took the battle to the zombies, while Kadira and I healed and sent spellblasts into the darkened essence of the broken ones. Many times Kadira and Ann were given deathblows, that only the healing of the Maker, through my hands and those of Kadira, could solve.
A group of children were saved by Gerrin and Ann, while the Apostate continued to rain fire on friend and foe, burning houses and showing his true nature. Luckily, the forces of our Lady took down these creatures, and through judicious magical healing, many who would have perished were revived.
The alarm bell sounded for the town, as hordes attacked all over, from the castle to the windmill. Villagers and guardsmen stood side by side, pushing back the throng of evil. This was clearly the work of the Maleficar we were hunting, and knowing what this one could do… I fear what will happen when the Apostate joins him. I shudder to think about it… Through the night, Kadira saved many as a skilled Chiurgeon, Gawaiin, Ann, and Gerrin slew mighty foes, while the Apostate hid on roof tops, and Bronn stroked his pride with false praise. I myself had only a minor part in the battle, guarding the chantry and sick bays by blasting demons unlucky enough to near the range of my storm magics.
We are low on mana, our mystical energy. We are low on supplies. And we are few in number. As the night continues, I wonder if any of us shall make it through this night, and if not, how many of us will meet the maker and Andraste with joy, rather than sadness…
Well, one last kiss for luck, and then I am back to protecting those too weak or injured to protect themselves,
With love my wonderful diary,