Normally Orlesians can’t spot an assassin through the cloud of pompousness they exude from their every orifice or hear one over the rambling of their ridiculously exaggerated accents, and having sent more than one of their kind to meet the Maker in the past I expected as much on this assignment. However, as soon as I set foot on the target’s estate I realized that this time I was quite mistaken.
You see serah, the noblemen’s late wife was not a native born citizen of Orlais. Rather she hails from Tevinter, a fact that was omitted from the background information I had received. Although not a mage herself , magical blood evidently runs in her family as I soon found out thanks to the number of Shades that attacked me the second I set foot wi…Read more >