Dragon Age: A Sword of Glass

From Roïn’s Journal

“The Weight of an Anvil: Invictus, the Oath”

(sketches of the Grey Warden seated upon throne overlooking Undercity:
proud but staggered due to the final stages of darkspawn toxicity)

A Grey Warden stares across a ruined city deep in the ground, far from peaceful sky or soothing seas. I stood not before him, but beside him. Unflinchingly, with a heart to brave the maelstrom of the darkness. To brave destiny when all others only see death.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the [Fade],
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

(Invictus, by Henley)

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