GASOLINE is a post Tresspasser Dragon Age: Inquisition roleplay set in 9:50 Wintermarch, Dragon. The Inquisition has been disbanded, refusing to bend knee to the Chantry. Solas knows to much about the inquisition anyways- their weaknesses, fears, names, who their families are. He could use this information to his advantage if they were to revolt against him. He plans on destroying the world, creating a new one in his perfect image. Release the Evanuris, bring the world back to the time of the elves. But, unknown to most of the world, Solas is slowly becoming corrupted- and rumors of the sixth blight and a new archdemon emerging are lose on the tongues of spies and maids alike. The new Inquisition, under it's new alias, works diligently from the shadows and away from the eyes of nobility and the hierarchy of Orlais and Ferelden to gain information and armies to combat this new threat on the horizon. The fate of Thedas is in your hands- what role will you play in it's future? Will you be the light in the storm, or the gasoline that helps it to burn?
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The Inquisition succeeded. During the height of the Mage and Templar war, and the threat of Corypheus plaguing all the lands of Thedas, the Herald of Andraste prevailed, destroying the corrupted magister and restoring balance to the world. The breach- a hole that cut across the sky in a jagged fissure- was sealed, for what people hoped was forever. With Leliana elected as the new head of the Chantry - the esteemed position of the Divine - it seems as if the world was heading towards a place of balance.
The Inquisition was given a choice- disperse for their purpose had been served, their goals completed- or become something else, an entity that could remain neutral in any situation, and hopefully act as a buffer and resolver of all world problems. Certain members of the Inquisition left, leaving to find some semblance of a peaceful life, while the rest banded together to crate a new organization referred to as the Order of the Dragon. Headed by a select committee of war commanders from all classes and specializations, they represent the new Inquisition, in all but name.
Peace should reign. But the world... had other plans. Solas, revealed to be the old Elven god, Fen'Harel, seeks justice for the pain and torture that was wrought upon his people, the Elves, for thousand of years and ages past. He seeks out his people- searching for the strongest Dalish clans so that he can prepare an army to steal the land back from the humans. But as his connections grow, and his passion smolders, a madness begins to creep into the edges of his thoughts. Drifting way from insanity, Solas feels his tenuous grasp on sense slipping away. A new Blight is coming on the horizion, only this time the Archdemon will not come from below the earth.
As Solas feels his tether to sanity loosening each day, the Veil continues to thin to the Fade. Wards put into place long ago by the trickster god to allow the old "gods" and "goddesses" of the Evanuris to slip through the cracks, plummeting from the heavens and into the bodies of unsuspecting mortals, possessing them until they can be brought to full health after their cetnuries long slumber. The Forgotten Ones are awakening as well, and drifting up from the fires of hell below, waiting to wreak havoc on this world that has evaded them for so long.
The Veil is weakening, and even though the Breach has been sealed, the firsts closed permanently, the essence of the Fade is beginning to spill over into the real world, no longer being held together by the imprisonment of the Evanuris.