We Must Be Nothing Less Than Fabulous

Anders never felt smaller than he did the first day he came to Kirkwall. It’s a city of statues, of blind, unseeing eyes that nevertheless follow him as he walks. Inside, Justice or Vengeance, this new thing he cannot name, stirs at the hunger and poverty that surround them- and not just at that. This place was built by slavers to dominate their chattel. Every line, every angle, is wrong.

“This place is too big.” Anders mutters, and the refugee next in line, misunderstanding him, nods.

“You think such a mighty city would have room for us lowly Fereldans.”

“Not mighty.” Anders cranes his neck to the sky, and the wheeling, hungry birds. “Bloated.”

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Kirkwall if it were filtered through Journey.

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There was a city here, once.

Perhaps there will be a city here again. You stand in what was once a bay, now choked with sand. Out in the desert, you can make out an island. Further in, doors and windows stare blindly, walls softened by drifts of sand.

This is a wrong place. The music of your passage echoes oddly from the buildings, and you can feel eyes staring at you as you cross the wide spaces that must have once held markets, passing pillars still daubed with the red marks of those that once lived here.

The creatures that make the desert their home do not like it here. They will not cross into the bay or fly among the corroded bronze statues that frown from every corner. This place is thick with ghosts and stories, more so than any other ruin you have visited.

There was a city here once. But now only the ghosts remain.

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