Reestablishing control

Charging the gate wasn't fun. Vivienne specialized in many things, thanks to you deepthroating was one of them, but her barriers were absolute shite. Your own magic fell more into the "disintegration" category and arrows were a huge pain in the ass to target. By some miracle you were able to get to the outer gates without losing anyone, though a couple of your bodyguards had taken some bad hits. You threw up another Aegis as Vivienne's flimsy barrier collapsed and your troops set to work on breaking through the gate. Amateurs. "Move" they scattered as you blew a carriage sized hole in the solid oak lattice, striding forward to meet the rows of inquisition soldiers arrayed in battle formation before you.

"Stop right there you amoral psychopath!" Commander Cullen stood at the front line, sword and shield ready to fight you to the ****. You had no such plans, "Cullen, Cullen! Buddy! It's me, the Inquisitor! What brought this on? You're not back on the Lyrium are you?" The Commander bristled but you could feel the Thrones power, your power, doing its work. "I know, I know, it's been a hard year for everyone but really, this is a bit much don't you think? Let us back in and we'll talk it over while these sluts show us a good time! C'mon, whaddya say?" Josephine giggled from behind you and you could almost feel the heat of Cassandra's blush as she readied her shield beside you.

"Shut it ya limpdicked Assbiscuit!" A particularly vehement arrow ricocheted off the shimmering dome of your power. That would be Sera, probably pretty peeved at your liberties with her body when she was under the Throne's effects. Looking more closely, you can spot a scowling Blackwall and nervous Iron Bull in the rows behind Cullen. Blackwall was surely feeling a little shame from all those times you'd taken advantage of his stamina to dominate your pets, and poor Bull was probably just freaked out about something getting into his mind again. "I don't understand why everyone is so angry? All the things that were fine before aren't anymore?" That would be Cole of course, somehow appearing behind you as was his custom. Solas, Varric, and Dorian are nowhere to be seen but you get the impression that if you didn't stop this from escalating, a lot of people would die.

"Nobody wants to fight guys! Let's just do what we always do and fuck it out!" Cullen seemed to have something stuck in his eye, he was blinking an awful lot, shaking his head like he was trying to clear it. The troops near him were having similar problems, a few even sheathed their weapons, looking around confusedly for what they were supposed to be fighting. The ones in the back were a little more focussed on the task at hand and pushed forward to get a piece of you, letting out various battle cries as they trampled the front lines.

"Alright that's enough! Hold! Hold!" It had been a confusing brawl for a few minutes there but Cullen was finally managing to restore order while you tried to convince the gate guard that you were not a sex demon as the Commander had told him only minutes prior. At least you'd managed to stop most of the **** with your new abilities, though the troops were still confused as ever. Apparently Morrigan had indeed become disillusioned with the spells necessity as its influence faded and she'd broken it entirely this morning. Needless to say the pure-hearted chantry sisters "servicing" the troops had immediately realized something was amiss, as had any other inhabitants of Skyhold as they realized their behavior as of late had been "amoral" to say the least.

Morrigan had given a bare-bones explanation to Cullen, "The Inquisitor cast a spell to control our minds," who had set up the defenses as best he could and your other companions readied themselves to fight you. It was easy enough to turn that into: "No, Morrigan cast a spell to control your minds," and most of your companions believed you thanks to your new abilities. Morrigan, meanwhile, had attempted to flee with her son but nearly encountered your caravan as you rode up to Skyhold. According to Cullen they had just fled inside the gate when you appeared and were probably hiding somewhere in the Keep. You were looking forward to reminding your little cocksleeve of her place, though maybe that was too good for her. Now that the Thrones power was yours, you had fine tuned control over whom it effected. An evil smile spreads across your face as you imagine influencing everyone but Morrigan and breaking in her mind just like you had her body. When you were done with that bitch she'd take your cum and thank you, seriously this time.

As the gate finally opens you consider what your first order of business should be. You should probably track down the mages, just so you were certain nothing nasty was brewing, and your other companions could probably use some reassurance that you were you and all this nonsense was Morrigans fault. Then there was that "Limpdicked Assbuiscuit" comment which someone was going to pay for...