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Corypheus, one of the Corrupted Eight Magisters, sat atop a crude and roughly hewn throne made by his fanatical followers. His eyes lazily gazed upon his servants doing their duties, deep in thought on possible moves against the meddlesome Inquisition. With his forces scattered throughout Orlais and Ferelden and the Inquisition's agents everywhere, any and all moves he made would easily be discovered by them.

A lone figure, dressed in magnificent plate armour approached him, smoothly prostrating. His face was gaunt and weathered, his eyes bloodshot red from Lyrium withdrawal.

"My Lord Corypheus," Said the Warrior.

"At ease, Samson," Said Corypheus, "What do you have to report?"

Having betrayed the Templar and converted almost the entire order with Red Lyrium, his talent for tactics and organisation made him one of Corypheus' closest and most trusted advisors, especially on matters relating to the Chantry.

"My Lord, our situation is worsening everyday," Said Samson, "My men are doing their best to hold them off, but the Inquisition's constant attacks are wearing down on their numbers and stamina, and their agents are continually raiding our supply lines. Many Red Templars are already suffering withdrawal symptoms, and with our Red Lyrium deposits being repeatedly destroyed, we cannot supply them quickly enough."

"Bah, these meddlesome Inquisition," Said Corypheus, "Always buzzing like flies around us."

"And if we are to survive, My Lord, we need something to keep these flies off us," Said Samson, "But it must be something they absolutely cannot ignore, and which will mandate their full strength and attention."

Corypheus tapped his chin thoughtfully with a clawed finger, humming softly to himself.

"Tell me Samson, what do you know of the darkspawn creature after the fifth blight ended?" He said.

"I... do not know much, my Lord. All I know is that after the Archdemon's defeat, most of them went underground. Some say they went feral and were prone to attacking each other," Samson said.

"Indeed, that is the case, Samson," Said Corypheus, "But even feral tools have their use."

Enlightenment dawned on Samson at that moment, as he asked, "My Lord, do you intend to..."

"Yes, I intend to pay them a visit. They can be a useful distraction we needed in this dire time," Corypheus finished, observing the map. "As for you, I have a job for you in Orlais."

Thus, Corypheus began his journey to raise an army of darkspawn in the Deep Roads, as many as he could gather under his command. With the sheer numbers each brood had, it proved a very fruitful search, and soon thousands fell under his command.

Some broods were easier to control while others were not, and the latter required brute **** against their alphas to **** them into submission.

Any unfortunate Legionnaires of the Dead or adventurers he encountered were quickly disposed of to cover his tracks, and to prevent the spread of rumours. Those that remained alive in their encounters, however, were corrupted and added to his massive armies.

His journey took him week of non-stop travelling, and at its conclusion, almost all major broods were under his banner. Before he departed, he gave the order for an attack.

Corypheus smiled wickedly to himself, seeing all the formidable Darkspawn under his command.

"Soon... soon, the meddlesome Inquisition shall rue the day they crossed me, a servant of the Old Gods, and all the world shall burn for spurning their enlightenment."

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