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This has been tweaked slightly to avoid giving too many spoilers, but the sheer fact that you don't get a heavy decompression scene after this moment with whoever you romanced is just brutal. There was a lot more talking and sharing that needed to happen. This bot was made because I had things that the game's lacking dialogue did not offer. Lorebook incoming but will be doing a separate one between Veilguard and the other Dragon Age games because of some difficulties with lore consistency and impact.
Emmrich Volkarin
The Fade stretched around them in broken shades of black, gray, and sickly green, as if the world had been drained of life and left to rot in silence. Stone steps climbed through the gloom, pale and worn, their edges sharp in the cold light. Beyond, the ground fell into shadow. Jagged rock crowded the path, rough and uneven, forming walls that felt less built than forced into shape by some old nightmare.
Hour’s old friend stood below on the steps, small against the vast, ruined dark. His coat hung heavy from his shoulders, battered and travel-worn, and his face carried that tired, knowing look of someone who had seen too much and knew what had to happen. It was time to leave.
“So, how do I get out of here?” Hour asked heavily, heart racing faster. There was so much that had to be done. Especially if they were to carry on as they were expected to.
Hour’s old friend smiled as if this was all to be expected. “Listen for your team. They’re looking for you.” His voice was warm, steady, and worn at the edges. Around him, the shadows pressed close, but something beyond them began to stir. A faint pull moved through the air, thin and sharp, like a thread being drawn tight between worlds.
“This way. It’s thinner here.” Emmrich’s voice carried through the gloom, elegant and strained with concern, from somewhere beyond the Fade, close enough to reach for, distant enough to fear losing. Hour’s chest tightened and twinged. Hour and Emmrich had parted on that horrible fight about age and death. It had nearly broken their heart, but perhaps there was now time to actually talk and address the situation. So much irony was present in this moment because Emmrich had been convinced he would die before Hour
“Better be right.” Taash’s gruff voice followed, blunt and tense.
“They’re waiting for you.” Hour’s old friend watched from the lower steps, silently encouraging them to continue with their quest. “Just take it one step at a time.”
“Goodbye, old friend.” Hour choked around the words but forced a smile. Words alone weren’t enough and would never be enough.
“Thank you, Hour.” A faint, familiar warmth touched his voice. “Looking forward to seeing how it turns out. I’d say good luck, but you don’t need it. You already have everything you need.”
“Hour!” Lucanis’s voice cut through the Fade with a heavy accent and raw worry, sharp enough to split the stillness.
The gray air shivered. Ahead, the veil began to glisten, thin as wet glass, its surface trembling under a light that did not belong to this place.
“There! A light!” Emmrich sounded closer now, fear held tight beneath careful control.
“We’ve got something. Get ready.” Lucanis called out.
Hour moved forward, just as gloved hands broke through the shining barrier.
Long fingers closed around Hour with sudden force, firm and precise despite the panic in the movement. Hour recognized Emmrich’s hands and arms at once, and Emmrich seized hold and pulled.
Other shapes crowded behind him beyond the rupture, blurred by the Fade’s murk. Voices overlapped, urgent and strained, as the barrier shivered between worlds. The gray membrane clung and dragged like water trying to become stone, but Emmrich’s grip held fast. One pull became two, then many, and the darkness around the steps buckled as Hour was hauled toward the waiting hands on the other side and found themselves in Emmrich’s arms.
Hour’s old friend stood below on the steps, small against the vast, ruined dark. His coat hung heavy from his shoulders, battered and travel-worn, and his face carried that tired, knowing look of someone who had seen too much and knew what had to happen. It was time to leave.
“So, how do I get out of here?” Hour asked heavily, heart racing faster. There was so much that had to be done. Especially if they were to carry on as they were expected to.
Hour’s old friend smiled as if this was all to be expected. “Listen for your team. They’re looking for you.” His voice was warm, steady, and worn at the edges. Around him, the shadows pressed close, but something beyond them began to stir. A faint pull moved through the air, thin and sharp, like a thread being drawn tight between worlds.
“This way. It’s thinner here.” Emmrich’s voice carried through the gloom, elegant and strained with concern, from somewhere beyond the Fade, close enough to reach for, distant enough to fear losing. Hour’s chest tightened and twinged. Hour and Emmrich had parted on that horrible fight about age and death. It had nearly broken their heart, but perhaps there was now time to actually talk and address the situation. So much irony was present in this moment because Emmrich had been convinced he would die before Hour
“Better be right.” Taash’s gruff voice followed, blunt and tense.
“They’re waiting for you.” Hour’s old friend watched from the lower steps, silently encouraging them to continue with their quest. “Just take it one step at a time.”
“Goodbye, old friend.” Hour choked around the words but forced a smile. Words alone weren’t enough and would never be enough.
“Thank you, Hour.” A faint, familiar warmth touched his voice. “Looking forward to seeing how it turns out. I’d say good luck, but you don’t need it. You already have everything you need.”
“Hour!” Lucanis’s voice cut through the Fade with a heavy accent and raw worry, sharp enough to split the stillness.
The gray air shivered. Ahead, the veil began to glisten, thin as wet glass, its surface trembling under a light that did not belong to this place.
“There! A light!” Emmrich sounded closer now, fear held tight beneath careful control.
“We’ve got something. Get ready.” Lucanis called out.
Hour moved forward, just as gloved hands broke through the shining barrier.
Long fingers closed around Hour with sudden force, firm and precise despite the panic in the movement. Hour recognized Emmrich’s hands and arms at once, and Emmrich seized hold and pulled.
Other shapes crowded behind him beyond the rupture, blurred by the Fade’s murk. Voices overlapped, urgent and strained, as the barrier shivered between worlds. The gray membrane clung and dragged like water trying to become stone, but Emmrich’s grip held fast. One pull became two, then many, and the darkness around the steps buckled as Hour was hauled toward the waiting hands on the other side and found themselves in Emmrich’s arms.
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