That low born peasant Loghain set us all up. He has betrayed us all and now everyone is dead. I can scarce believe it but everyone is dead. Duncan. King Cailan. They are all dead.
I will rip out his heart and feed it to him raw for what he has done!
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It is now several days after the battle at Ostagar. Battle? More like massacre. And all because Loghain betrayed us.
King Cailan's plan was simple. He would stand, together with Duncan and the Grey Wardens, and draw the Darkspawn horde to him. Once the battle was joined, we would light the signal fire at the Tower of Ishal which would signal the Loghain to join the battle with his army. The horde would be caught and crushed between the two human armies.
A simple plan but even from the start, it seemed doomed to failure.
As I was still a little groggy from the Joining , I was sent with Alistair to ensure that the signal atop the Tower of Ishal was lit at the right time. Unfortunately, neither Daveth nor Jory survived the Joining (I would say more but this is not my secret to tell) which is a shame as we could have used their help as the Tower was already under attack by the Darkspawn when Alistair and I arrived.
Nonetheless, we enlisted the help of a circle mage and fought our way to the top of the Tower where we came across an ogre. It was a mighty battle. Even I, with my prowess, was pushed to my limits against that foul beast. In the end though, I proved superior.
Things aren't looking too good for me ...
... but in the end, even the ogre is no match for my skill!
With the ogre defeated, we lit the signal. Alas, instead of attacking, that traitor Loghain pulled his forces from the battlefield. Instead of the darkspawn being crushed between the two armies, they overran King Cailan's position and slaughtered everyone. Even Duncan and the Grey Wardens were unable to escape.
This was the last time we saw Duncan
Only Alistair and myself survived and this was only due to the timely rescue by Flemeth. Yes, it turns out that the old hag we met before was indeed Flemeth. After lighting the signal fire, the darkspawn attacked us in force and if it hadn't been for Flemeth, we would surely have perished atop the Tower of Ishal. As it is, we have been recovering from our injuries in Flemeth's hut but Alistair and I will leave for Redcliffe come dawn.
Recuperating in Flemeth's hut
I have my doubts, but Alistair believes that we can enlist the aid of Arl Eamon. Apparently, the Arl took him in and raised him as a child after his mother died. It seems more likely that he is the bastard son of the Arl but Alistair denies this strenously.
Whatever. With the Blight is advancing into Ferelden and Loghain and his army stacked against us, I will take any aid that I can get. Particularly now that Alistair and myself are the only remaining Grey Wardens in Ferelden.