Assuming you haven't burned my letters by now I recall writing to you with news of my leaving Kirkwall to join the Inquisition, with something about how I cannot give the Order anything more, nor it to me. That was a lie. They showed up in
You have heard strange things about the Order. By now I trust you have heard more details, but if you have not: they use a form of lyrium that makes them monstrous. It grows from their bodies as crops from the ground. The regular stuff is blue. This lyrium is red. Much of our work in southern Orlais has revolved around stopping the spread of the stuff. The Elder One, this Corypheus, feeds what remains of the order this red lyrium to make them unstoppable -- no, not unstoppable. But it was the red templars who attacked Haven.
We intercepted their communications, as we've been doing for months, and I saw names from my past. It's been going on for months, now. Someone I knew at the Ferelden Circle. The commander of the red templars is -- was -- I don't know -- someone I believed I knew well in Kirkwall. Some of my recruits from Kirkwall are now his trusted captains and lieutenants. And those were the men I cut down. They still knew me. I could even recognize a few of them, a little.
This is what awaited me if I stayed in the Order. I made the right decision. I have doubted that decision, sometimes. No longer. But did they have a choice? Truly? I could h I should have done more. That's what I heard, when they spoke to me. I should have done more. The Inquisition's forces won the day and I could not be prouder of them.
Every scrap of victory serves to further underline failures. My failures. I need our forces back. I need something to shut down my mind If I cannot serve, there is nothing to me. I failed them. I did not argue strongly enough for their recruitment to the Inquisition, back when there was still a chance. There were things I could have done.
I almost wish I could send this so you could understand what manner of monster your brother's become. You asked to know if I lived. I live. Do not give me any further thought.
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Assuming you haven't burned my letters by nowI recall writing to you with news of my leaving Kirkwall to join the Inquisition, with something about how I cannot give the Order anything more, nor it to me.That was a lie. They showed up inYou have heard strange things about the Order. By now I trust you have heard more details, but if you have not: they use a form of lyrium that makes them monstrous. It grows from their bodies as crops from the ground.
The regular stuff is blue. This lyrium is red.Much of our work in southern Orlais has revolved around stopping the spread of the stuff. The Elder One, this Corypheus, feeds what remains of the order this red lyrium to make themunstoppable-- no, not unstoppable. But it was the red templars who attacked Haven.We intercepted their communications, as we've been doing for months, and I saw names from my past. It's been going on for months, now. Someone I knew at the Ferelden Circle. The commander of the red templars is -- was -- I don't know -- someone I believed I knew well in Kirkwall. Some of my recruits from Kirkwall are now his trusted captains and lieutenants. And those were the men I cut down. They still knew me. I could even recognize a few of them, a little.
This is what awaited me if I stayed in the Order. I made the right decision. I have doubted that decision, sometimes. No longer. But did they have a choice? Truly?
I could hI should have done more. That's what I heard, when they spoke to me. I should have done more. The Inquisition's forces won the day and I could not be prouder of them.Every scrap of victory serves to further underline failures. My failures. I need our forces back.
I need something to shut down my mindIf I cannot serve, there is nothing to me. I failed them. I did not argue strongly enough for their recruitment to the Inquisition, back when there was still a chance. There were things I could have done.I almost wish I could send this so you could understand what manner of monster your brother's become. You asked to know if I lived. I live. Do not give me any further thought.