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Oct 29, 2020 6:55 PM
the blight has ended, and azry tabris has a decision to make
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Azry and Shianni tear off across the square, Zevran and Leliana on their heels. 

Soris waves them inside, and then-

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Cyrion, Azry's father, fine, but in his arms-

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"Stio!"

Azry falls to her knees in front of the body Cyrion is holding. 

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The body of her barely-alive baby brother. 

A blackened ring of blood circles a wound on his stomach.

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"He- they were baring down on me, I told him to run-" Cyrion sobs.

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Azry leans over him, to press her forehead to Stio's. "How the fuck did you raise two reckless children?" She tries to joke, but her cries make her words shake.

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"He wouldn't run, he said that he could fight- Maker, Azry, he sounded like you, when Adaia-" 

Cyrion's head rests on Azry's.

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"He can't- we can't let him-"

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"Azuria, I don't want to- I didn't want to lose either of you."

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"Neither of us are dead!" Azry growls, but doesn't raise her head from Stiofan.

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"I'll go see how far Wynne is. There's still hope." 

Zevran runs back out into the Alienage. 

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"I have a poultice, it might...ease the pain." 

Leliana presses a small pouch into Azry's hand. 

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Azry takes it, and tries to force her tears back down, as she rucks up her brother's tunic, to gently daub the elfroot-and-valerian onto the black, sick looking wound. 

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Stio moans-

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"Shhh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Stio, it's just a little- it'll stop-"

And then she feels it. The sick rolling beneath her skin, echoed in Stio. "Fuck. No."

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"What? What, Azry, are you-"

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"It's the Taint, he's Tainted, he's got the Blight- FUCK!"

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Cyrion turns snow-white. "No. Maker, no, I won't lose another to the Wardens, I can't-" 

He curls over his son. "I can't, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I failed you both."

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She should've been here, she could've protected him.

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Time crawls to a stop, but also goes too fast, and suddenly Wynne's hands are replace Cyrion's over the wound. 

"I can heal it, but I can't cure-" She says, not unkindly.

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"I know."

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"But there is a cure. The Joining." 

Alistair wraps his arm around Azry's shoulders.

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"Because we just have the potion lying around at all times."

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"We don't. But Riordan wanted to Join Loghain, right? So he would have to have it? Or at least instructions on how to."

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"I know how to put it together. I was one of the Enchanters who made it at Ostagar."

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