qunari invasion

Thunderous stomps echo throughout the mountains as the march of conquest quake the path to Skyhold. The Qunari have arrived...

You are General Senarad of The Qun; your title means "Feared Conqueror". As a high ranking warrior with the seal of the Arishok, you have been given directive to destroy the fortress of Skyhold, slay any resistance, and claim prisoners to convert to the Qun. As a Senerad, you also have a special duty: to forcibly conquer females of the inquisition through sexual domination.

"Vasha!" You bark. The drums of march halt obediently, in synch immediately as their ears prick to the sound. Loyal to the Qun. Loyal to you.

You stand there, 6ft 8, with a chiselled muscular build that is defined by your stone grey skin. Blood red vitaar marked all over your chest that runs down to your stomach and up your pecks to your neck. Two sharpened, wide lines of vitaar run down your ears like tears, yet portray a menacing look to be feared. A slicked back mane of white hair tied tightly into a ponytail, with both sides shaved to allow the large petruding bulls horns to stand out. Eyes black as the void yet stern with duty and purpose.

There on the glistening white mountain, your eyes stare up towards the target; the bastion of the Inquisition, Skyhold. Fire and smoke still erupting from the base from the deception of Hisraad and his Ben-hassarath. A welcoming ambush, yet you remain disappointed from the inquisitions lack of foresight to suspect Qunari agents who still believe in the righteous cause of the Qun.

Walls suddenly crumble as another explosion sends debris from the Western wall flinging outwards, taking their sentinels with them. Your army roar in victory; as the destruction of their gate ensured your success. No one can stand between you and your legions...

Hordes of Qunari pour through the cracks of the "impenetrable" fortress, blades and axes slashing and dismembering all who stood in their way. Screams of men rang across the courtyard as their limbs were cut from their bodies, a mercy the Qunari showed. The women however had a different kind of scream. Nobles, refugees, recruits: it didn't matter the status or rank, all was for the taking. Sounds of pained screams, clothes shredding, and sobbed moans now echoed the courtyard.

The plans provided by Hisraad proved beneficial to your attack. The layout of every building, every room, every secret exit were laid bare before you. Your eyes scan for the points of interest: The Great Hall , Josephine's Office , The Library/Rookery, The Gardens, Training grounds, Herald's rest, and Ramparts. You look upon the stone stairs towards The Great Hall, now swarming with the immobilisation of your troops, their hunger for slaughter and ravishment growing with each step. At the very front, the heaving and bashing of the main door. SLAM! "Ho!" SLAM! "Ho!". 8 Qunari, 4 on each side, thrusting in synch towards the shield of the hall, cracking the barrier with each slam of their massive reinforced wooden ram. The ram's head, moulded through dragonbone and shaped into a demonic skull with two massive silverite horns pertruding onwards like a Qunari's. With a final CRASH! the doors splintered opened as the ram immediately gorged into the chest of an frightened guard unlucky to stand in its path. The ram then retreats as its owners charge through and pour inside the main hall.

With the middle courtyard now under your control, you focus on your main target: the woman you wish to take as your personal ...