#Foundry trevelyan

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Workin with a god

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Wip Wednesday

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Since we finished it today, here have a snippet from something towards the end of of Precipice of Change:

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Like through a thick blanket, Cassia could hear her sister call out to her and she clung to her voice with all her might, clawing her way past the demon’s overwhelming presence, but she could still feel his crushing strength all around her.

The last few weeks of non-stop fear and terror, the sleepless nights, and the constant worry about everyone around her had taken its toll. Cassia felt what little strength she had left wane and threaten to shatter under his onslaught. She knew she didn’t have much more in her. Not after the horrors of the Gallows and after missing Maia so much that every thought of her was painful. Not when every word the demon kept whispering to her fell on fertile ground and sounded just so right. She had seen Adriene’s face earlier, had seen the desperation on it as she had nearly pleaded with the Grand Cleric.

An ugly feeling simmered inside her, reminding her of a room in the foundry bathed in red. Of the fearful eyes of a templar on the coast. The same, deep-seated knowledge that what she wanted to do was horrific but it also felt just so right. 

Suddenly, Cassia knew just why this demon had never let go of her. He didn’t have to plant something in her mind to make her want these things. It was already there, buried deep inside her, and all the demon did was bring it back up to the surface and give it a voice.

Desperation surged through her, causing her whole body to shake as Cassia took all that she had to gain at least a little control.

“Help me,” she whispered, her voice her own for the briefest of moments as she looked at Adriene with pleading eyes. “Stop me!”

A second later, Cassia felt like someone was strangling her as the demon ripped back control and snarled before lunging for Adriene.

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Do you think about what a terrible time The Inquisitor must be having during The Veilguard because I sure do

[slowedmountains]

Trying to figure out what my horrid Trevelyan boy's deal is