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"Darkspawn are coming? Well, go tell them I don't need anymore target practice, will you?"
Lucius BrightBurn
Lucius BrightBurn
Lucius was always a curious one. His parents Librarians serving in Denerim, Lucius possessed access to unlimited stories and tales. He would eventually read about the Darkspawn infested Dwarven Kingdom, Orzammar, which was all too ready to collapse under its own pressure. The mythical and illusive Bracillian Forest, which supposedly concealed a massive Werewolf army, an idea Lucius just could not take seriously. And then there was the Circle of Magi. Lucius loved to read about the Circle and the Templars more than anything else. How they would protect Ferelden from Blood Mages and Apostates. How they guarded all the Maker's precious creations. He wanted to join the Templars more than anything.
A few years passed, and the chance came. Lucius was only 17 years old, and yet his goal was now in grasping range. Thanks to his Uncle's private lessons in Rouge and Warrior combat, Lucius was a natural when it came to fighting anyone who approached with a challenge. While visiting Denerim while tracking an Apostate, the Templars were quick to take notice.
Just three nights would come to pass, and Lucius was officially made an initiate. His contributions to the Circle established Lucius as quite the asset. And so with only a few more years in service, Lucius would quickly climb the ranks all the way to Knight-Lieutenant. Many Templars and respected public figures would come to appreciate Lucius's efforts to aid the Circle. But more importantly, Lucius's presence gave all potential Apostates a new reason to stay in line.
However, not everyone would view Lucius as some Templar savior. In fact, there were those who called his methods savage and ruthless in nature. Multiple reporters noted that an increase in Tranquil Mages only occurred once Lucius's rise to Knight-Lieutenant was authorized. To some, this was quite the problem. But most, not personally impacted, chose to ignore this or simply couldn't care less.
But with three more years coming to pass, Lucius would at last receive what rogue Blood Mages like to call... justice. On what seemed like an ordinary and uneventful night, 32 Apostates were successful in storming in and momentarily capturing the Circle. With Blood Magic on these Apostate's side, the Templars, not even Lucius, stood a chance. All the same, Lucius and the other fought until they were inevitably restrained and locked in cages.
Outside these cages, the Blood Mages mocked the Templars, asking them what they thought about finally seeing what imprisonment actually means. And then the torture started. Maker, the torture. It was unbearable. Even when your eyes were closed, you could still make out all that screaming and those crunching and tearing noises.
Every Templar would receive a punishment. Hanging was the luckiest punishment, and also the quickest way to go. Then the execution methods started to involve Blood Magic. And from there, every Templar understood there was no escaping.
The last man still alive, at least on the outside, Lucius, his crimes against the Mages and Tranquil in mind, received what was absolutely the most excruciating punishment. And ironically, in the end, Lucius was the only Templar to survive the massacre.
Lucius, while completely restrained, had his eyes and multiple sections of his face sliced open. The Blood Mages then used their twisted spells to reconstruct Lucius's eyes and face using the same materials from other Templar's corpses. Lucius was, of course, conscious this whole time. Even the Apostates were impressed he managed to stay awake the whole time.
Once the transformation was complete, a single Apostate handed Lucius a mirror and said, "Now you can see yourself as we do." And all Lucius could see in his reflection was a monster. His eyes and new scars were glowing dark red, filled with blood.
Hours passed, and the Blood Mages finally left with a few new Apostates. When additional Templar support finally arrived, they were all horrified when they discovered the massacre. There were no survivors. And Lucius was simply gone.
He couldn't stay, not there. After repairing his Blood Dragon Armour, Lucius left to find a way to die with some genuine honor.
After joining the Wardens, he found it.