Freezing and bad news

It was barely two days after your return that Leliana reports about massive movement of darkspawn and Venatori in Emprise Du Lion as she pointed at the war table.

'And I was having such a good night's rest', You thought, 'Guess work is work'.

"My scouts report a massive convergence of Venatori and Darkspawn in the region, but no sight of Corypheus nor his lieutenant there." She finished, "I have to admit, none of us could ever have seen this coming; Corypheus leading Darkspawn? That's the only explanation why the Darkspawn are not fighting the Venatori, and they easily have entire armies' worth in numbers."

"The town there was already ravaged from civil war, and now these abominations will finish off what's left the survivors," Cullen added, "What's worse is that the Orlesian armies are already spread thin, and can spare no help to the small town."

"Might I mention that one of the Empress's champions is patrolling the region?" Said Josie, "And we have some contingents nearby whom we can redirect to the town's aid."

"Good, at least it's not so bleak," You said, "And with the bulk of our army already there, I say we confront them head on. Apart from that, we'll need our spies to harass their flanks and attack their supply lines and divert their strength; we cannot take on the entire army like that. Leliana, when we take prisoners, make sure to extract the locations of Corypheus and his lieutenant."

"Then I shall draft letters to send to the Orlesian contingents in the area, Your Worship," Josie said, "Shall I send letters to the Empress and other contingents just in case?"

"Yes, do that," You said, "Something tells me we need all the help we can get."

After all is said and done, you walk to the throne where you rest for the day. Many noblewomen made flirty and lewd gestures to attract your attention, a gesture you welcome so much that at least one noble from each country either sucked or rode your cock until climax and the number of women you impregnated has long exceeded two dozen.

A few days later...

Arriving at Emprise Du Lion, you see nothing but snow, snow and more snow. Situated in the craggy Highlands that once were part of the Dales, ancient Elven ruins dot the landscape as Human villages seamlessly mingle with the old. Its ancient name lot to time, it was renamed such in honour of House Valmont when the first Orlesian Valmont Emperor was crowned.

Having seen harsh and brutal war against the Venatori, many of the villages have been abandoned as refugees fled to safer pastures, and even before that, its economy was flagging due to fading trade, so many of the local villagers were living frugal lives.

"Alright, let's get to work. Harding, what's our situation here?" You asked the dwarf.

"Yes Inquisitor, our army has already established several camps in the area. The Venatori and darkspawn seem aggressive in their tactics, though; for the past two days, there's been several large clashes between us and them, but we managed to hold the battle line. As for the Orlesian Champion, he's up there in the village ahead," She said, "Thankfully, Lady Josephine's letters have reached the local Orlesian contingents, so we have an army's worth of allies to count on."

"Alright, thank you for the heads up," You said smilingly, "Keep me updated on any further news, and if you do a good job..."

You lean in to whisper to her ear.

"I might give you the fucking of a lifetime."

Harding's face instantly turns a deep magenta, and she says with great enthusiasm, "Aye, Inquisitor!"

Walking to the village, you meet with Michel De Chevin, the Orlesian Champion patrolling the region. A young man with a toned figure, he was clad in chevalier armour and wielding a sword and shield, his stance radiating confidence.

"My thanks for the aid, Lord Inquisitor," He said, "Without the Inquisition's aid, we would have been overrun within the week. Still, how did so many Darkspawn infest this region so quickly? There are no entrances to the Deep Roads in this region, as far as I'm aware."

"Corypheus happened," You said, shocking the Orlesians, "My agents have reported Venatori working alongside them."

"But how?" Asked Michel, "This should not be possible."

"What is possible is that he has somehow managed to gather hordes of Darkspawn under his banner, and he's sending them here to overwhelm our position and challenge our power," You said, "Luckily enough, we came here as soon as we could, and we're preparing to engage them."

"Good, good," Said Michel, "Maker willing, we will triumph this day."

"I'm sure we will," You said.

"By the way, I believe you ought to hear of this, Lord Inquisitor," Said Michel, "There have been strange rumors of a demon the locals call Imshael, supposedly one possessed of great power. Last we heard, he was at Suledin Keep."

"Thanks for the information," You said, just as the first wave of Venatori and Darkspawn headed your way, "Now then, shall we teach them a lesson?"

Michel smiles, saying, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

The battle that unfolds is brutal, with entire waves of Darkspawn crashing against walls of shields and pikes. Archers and mages soften the masses wherever possible, and occasional flanking attacks have helped to divert strength from the main attack. The Orlesian chevaliers perform their duty and brutalise the enemy ranks with every charge, pulling out at the right time as they carefully preserve their fighting strength.

"Hold the line!" Michel bellowed, "Hold the line like the noble soldiers of Orlais you are! For the glory of the Empire!"

'He's a good tactician and is capable of inspiring the men on the front lines,' You thought, 'Still, fighting this many Darkspawn is a first for me. I've never had to fight this number in the Deep Roads.'

The fighting would last a few hours, but at last the waves were finished, and all Venatori stragglers and Darkspawn were swiftly slain in the aftermath. Both your troops and the Orlesians sustained a fair number of casualties, but all things considered, you got off fairly lightly.

"Harding, get me an estimated count of casualties, then send the report back to Skyhold," You said.

"As you command, Inquisitor," Said Harding.

Having rested and healed from the battle, you quickly ascended the mountain on your path to Suledin Keep, sealing all rifts along the way with your anchor.

Arriving at the foot of the keep, a loud and eerie roar come from the top, followed by another coming from the lowlands.

"Shit...I think we just found out who's leading them," Varric said.

"Whatever this thing is, it's strong enough to command this great number of darkspawn," Cassandra added, "Certainly not to be underestimated."

"Then let's finish this once and for all" You declare, "Michel, I need you and your men to hold our fortified camps and focus on defense, can you do that?"

"That sounds good, but what about you, Lord Inquisitor?" Asked Michel.

"I'm going to cut the head off the snake in this region," You said.

"Then, good luck to you," Said Michel.

Many elite Venatori and Darkspawn garrisoned the Keep, and you had to fight your way through to the top, where you found what appeared to be a normal looking mage. The sheer power and malice you felt from him, however, sent your instincts ringing.

"Ah, the hero arrived. Is it a hero or a murderer?" The mage said.

"And you're the demon called Imshael?" You asked, "Are you the one who's been attacking villagers here? For what purpose?"

"Ah ah ah...all in good time, 'hero'," He mockingly said, "If you truly want answers, you have to beat them out of me."

And right before their eyes, he transformed in a wreath of mist into a gigantic Demon of Desire, his massive body towering over them, his eyes and mouth gleaming with menace.

"Fuck me, he just has to be a giant bastard," You mutter.

From personal experience, you knew just how hard it was to fight normal demons at full strength, but Imshael was another entity altogether; his magic was insanely powerful, and it was all you and your comrades could do to dodge them and his giant, meaty hands as they smashed apart stone.

"Solas, Cassandra! I need you to disrupt his magic!" You order, "We'll handle the rest!"

"Aye, Inquisitor!" Shouted Cassandra.

With the Seeker disrupting his mana spells and Solas diverting them with barriers whilst casting other spells of his own, Imshael had to rely on his own physical body to get rid of you and Cassandra's occasional slashes. Sadly for him, his own body size meant he was slower than you, making it easier to land cuts on his legs.

"Damn you! I will not fall here!" Roared Imshael.

As you expected, he was an ancient demon for a reason; simple slashes were insufficient to fell him.

Then you had an idea.

"Get his attention on you guys!" You order, "I've got an idea!"

You had no time to explain to them, but they knew better than to try to ask in such a life-threatening situation.

With Solas,Cassandra and Varic's diverting Imshael's strength, you begin channeling power through the anchor on your hand, concentrating hard and focusing on the flow of mana through your veins.

"Concentrate, concentrate..." You mutter, "If it's capable of closing rifts, that means it can banish someone like Imshael, right?"

Then the familiar feeling courses through your palm, and you aim it at the gigantic demon.

"Here's a nice present for you, Imshael!" You shouted.

"What? No!"

But he was too late; you opened a rift inside him, and you bore witness to his screams as he was torn apart from the inside out, never to rematerialize again. You made a sigh of relief, panting from exhaustion.

"You really think you've won, Inquisitor?" Asked Imshael, "I'm telling you now: Everything in these cold wastelands is nothing but a distraction!"

"What?" You said, narrowing your eyes.

"It is true," Said Imshael, "Whilst you were busy here, Corypheus has already achieved his objective!"

"What do you mean by that!?" You shouted.

But alas, Imshael was torn apart before he could speak any more.

"What in Maker's name did he mean by that?" Said Cassandra.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Said Solas, "But I believe this spells nothing but bad news."

"That's an understatement," You said, "Convey my orders to our troops in Ferelden; have them anticipate Darkspawn working with Venatori bands."

It would take two more days to fully secure the area. Any Venatori survivors captured were quickly thrown into jail, while the remaining Darkspawn were slain with impunity.

Alban Poulin, Orlesian noble and governor of the town of Sahrnia in Emprise du Lion, stood before you in chains, guilty of her alliance with the Red Templars in exchange for leaving her town alone. True, the town was not considered important for the Empire, but her alliance only caused more harm for the people.

The poor woman trembled before you, eyes frantically trying to look anywhere else than your eyes.

"Alban Poulin, have you anything to say in your defense?" You asked.

She is unable to speak a word, both fully terrified of you and knowing that there was no escape for her.

"So why did you truly ally with the Red Templars?" You asked, "I pray you can give me an answer I can accept."

That is the moment Poulin begins to talk.

"My people were starving, alright!?" She says, her tone utterly hysterical, "Orlais wasn't sending nearly enough aid, and we didn't have the troops to resist the Red Templars! And for all I know, Orlais was too far away for us to beseech help!"

"Even so, it turns out your people only suffered more," You pointed out, "That is something I cannot accept, and which mandates punishment. Therefore, I mandate that you facilitate the rebuilding of Sahrnia and the surrounding villages. We will provide everything needed, and it'll be up to you to ensure the supplies reach their destinations, understand me?"

Poulin had expected far worse, and so your sentence proves a balm on her frightened heart as she breathes a sigh of relief.

"However," You said, "You will also have to be a free-use cum dump for all the people to use, as well. And of course, I will not tolerate any further offenses of the like nature, understand me?"

"I-I understand, Lord Inquisitor," Said Poulin, "Thank you for your mercy."

"Very good," You said.

Then with a snap of your fingers, Poulin was chained to a pole and quickly stripped out of her clothes, her flesh exposed to the world. Her nipples stiffened in the cold, and Poulin blushed a deep red at her embarrassment.

"Michel, if you would officiate her sentence?" You ask.

"With pleasure, Lord Inquisitor," Said Michel.

Michel rammed his cock inside Poulin's pussy, and the Orlesian noblewoman was moaning loudly at her ravaging as the townsfolk watched. Some took off their clothes and began masturbating at the sight, others merely watched with rapt eyes.

It was not long before he came inside her pussy, inseminating her fertile womb. Michel groaned pleasurably as he pulled out, saying, "Now that was a good fuck."

For the rest of the afternoon, the men and women of the town formed an orderly line as they slaked their lusts on Poulin's body, fucking her pussy or ass or fondling and licking her breasts and nipples, or licking semen and juices from her skin.

By evening, all the townsfolk are thoroughly exhausted, and Poulin herself utterly drowned in orgasmic bliss, her eyes vacantly gazing at nothing. Any and all who weren't satisfied with Poulin pleasured themselves with your soldiers, and they too had semen-covered private parts leaking onto the ground. You fulfill your promised to Harding by giving her a fucking of her lifetime and she only can scream your name throughout your rut together.

"Heh, nothing beats a good fuck after a long day," You said.

Your jubilation, however, was cruelly cut short by a rider who panted heavily upon dismounting his horse. His next words made your worst fears come true.

"My Lord, I bear grave news," He said, "The king of Ferelden is dead."

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