Chapter 20 - Decisions
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After hearing his story, I could only feel sympathy for Caridin. I really mean that. But despite what he said, I could also see the benefit of the Anvil. The dwarves had been driven all the way back to Orzammar without it. With the Anvil, they could finally on the front foot and start to reclaim their homeland. I hadn't even had a chance to express those thoughts when Branka finally made her appearance.
Seeing her up close for the first time, I'm sure at one time she'd been a real beauty. But two years in the Deep Roads, of seeing her House torn apart, of people she'd probably loved sacrificed, the fact she was pretty much insane, had robbed her of much of it. But she had a steely resolve in her eyes that couldn't be ignored, and her voice carried authority, no matter which side of the fence you sat on. I listened to what she had to say about preserving the Anvil, and I knew the decision was now resting in my hands.
I really hated that sometimes, deciding the fate of an entire people.
Holding up a hand, I walked to the Anvil itself. I had no idea what it was made from. I figured it was magical, and I knew a little about lyrium. I knew what sacrifices were required to make golems. Caridin had hidden nothing from me. Wynne even mentioned it was equivalent to blood magic. The worst part is that I could see both the advantage and disadvantage. Destroying the Anvil was simple, but would probably lead to killing Branka. Preserving the Anvil would no doubt result in a fight with Caridin, but what would I do with Branka afterwards? Allow her to live? I mean, she was smart enough to figure out how to work the Anvil. She'd have golems ready for us to fight the darkspawn in next to no time.
It was a choice: the sympathetic choice, to support Caridin, or the pragmatic choice, to support Branka. Whatever I did was probably going to piss some people off. I'd need to do a lot of explaining after the inevitable fight.
"We're keeping the Anvil," I stated.
No-one dared argue. At least not yet. Caridin wasted no time going on the attack. I really didn't want to attack him, not going on the offense, pleading with him to see my reasoning why. But he wouldn't listen. He couldn't listen. I understood why. His very creation had turned him into what he was now. But I was in a battle to save Thedas itself. I needed any advantage I could get.
I used my Thu'um to blow him over the edge of the canyon, into the river of lava below. I turned to see Shale fighting the rest of my group. I ran towards them and pleaded with Shale too, that I was doing it for the right reasons. But the golem wouldn't listen.
"Please don't make me kill you!" I yelled.
But Shale wouldn't and couldn't listen, enraged as it now was. I ordered everyone to remain where they were. I would do this myself and live with it on my conscience alone. Further and further back I pushed until Shale teetered on the edge of the canyon. I saw it look behind. "You don't have to do this," I pleaded.
"I die free, Dragonborn," Shale stated, before she disappeared from view. I stepped forward just in time to see her body disappear under the lava flow.
Collapsing to my knees, I admit that I wept. I didn't want Caridin to die. I definitely didn't want Shale to die. They didn't have to die if they'd just understood why. But I knew I had to make a hard choice... No-one dared approach me, leaving me alone until I felt nothing but fury overtake me. Rising to my full height, I turned, wiping my eyes as I made straight for Branka. I could actually see the fear in her eyes as I raised my sword. Ohgren looked ready to intervene, a hand on each shoulder from Sten and Alistair holding him back.
Sword at her throat, I had to stop my voice growling. "Can you work it?" She nodded. "Then it had better be worth it."
"It will, Dragonborn. I understand you've been searching for me due to politics in Orzammar?"
"I need a crown for the new king."
"Then, if you don't mind waiting, I can make you a new one. It will take a few hours."
"That's fine. We can make camp here."
I turned and walked away immediately, to the far side of the cavern, just so I could be alone, to get my thoughts in order before I spoke to the rest of the group. I took at least an hour, spending a good ten minutes whacking my sword against a stone wall, letting all the rage out as I screamed. I'm sure they probably thought I was going as mad as Branka. We probably deserved each other.
Once I felt a modicum of normality, I sheathed my sword and returned to the group, asking them to take a seat. "First, a bit of honesty. Who agreed with the choice I just made?"
Ohgren, Sereda, Brosca, Zevran, Morrigan and Sten raised their hands. I could only nod, looking at Alistair, Cerys, Wynne, Solona and Leliana. The latter three were upset, probably at the loss of Shale and seeing me have to fight Caridin. Alistair looked disappointed. Cerys looked pissed off. "Do you at least understand why?" I asked quietly.
"Wardens must make difficult choices during a Blight, Dragonborn," Alistair replied, "I just never thought..."
"She's insane, Ragnar," Wynne added, "And the magic involved in the Anvil is unsettling."
I looked at Leliana, who wiped her eyes before having her say. "Losing Shale is hard. We were just getting to know her."
I nodded. "I thought of Shale as a her in those last moments too," I said quietly.
"You're a fucking idiot," Cerys stated harshly. I didn't retort. This was a chance to get it off their chests. "But I'm glad I didn't have to make it," she added, her tone softening immediately.
I looked at Solona, but she just shook her head, returning a crooked grin. I think seeing me fight Shale had been hard for her too.
I took a knee in front of all of them. "I am the Dragonborn, feted to save Tamriel from Alduin, and now responsible for saving Ferelden, if not all of Thedas, from the Blight. The choices I've had to make have not always been easy. Sacrifices are sometimes necessary to win. I have not always come out with my hands clean. It's impossible during battles such as this. Do not doubt that Branka is probably insane. But she is a Paragon. I have heard what she is responsible for. I believe, with her assistance, and the Anvil, that victory is closer, and that the dwarves now have a chance at reclaiming their lost thaigs. But I will ensure it comes with conditions. I will ensure Caridin has a legacy worthy of his name."
"We might not all agree, but we can certainly understand, Dragonborn," Alistair stated. Most of the group nodded.
"Just give us a little time to process what has happened," Leliana added.
Leaving the group to their own devices, I approached Branka, who was busy at work. "There will be conditions to this, Branka. I will tell you. Then I will tell the king. You will only accept volunteers. And by the gods, if I hear even a whisper of anyone being dragged here against their own free will, I will walk back through these Deep Roads and throw you into the lava. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal."
"Good. Because if I hear the king is responsible, I'll be dragging him here and throwing him in beside you. I will not have Caridin's and Shale's sacrifice be for nothing. You heard what he said. I will not have a repeat of it. I already have their blood on my hands. I will not have the blood of innocent dwarves on my hands too." Walking forward to stand beside her, I continued. "You know you're fucking insane. Don't deny it. No-one in the right frame of mind would sacrifice their entire House, commit the atrocities you did, if they were sane. Part of me thinks I should haul you back to Orzammar to face justice. But there is a bigger picture. You will work the Anvil for me, and for your people. That will be for redemption."
"You will have golems in time to face the Blight, Dragonborn. On that, you have my word."
Mood in camp that night was low. Little surprise really. I ate but said little. No-one had much to say, in all honesty. Part of me just wanted to get blind, rotten drunk, but I said we'd do that on return to Orzammar. Alistair eventually cracked a couple of jokes, as did Ohgren, and that led to a few laughs, and the mood did eventually lift. I headed to bed early, not expecting any company that night.
To my surprise, all four came to join me. Leliana arrived first, and all I did was hold her as she cried. She near enough got me going. She didn't blame me for the choice. She knew it was almost impossible. She was just tired of death, knowing so much more was on the horizon. Solona was next, and I hugged her too. All she said is that she would miss Shale and her witticisms. So would I.
The two dwarves were next, lying to either side of Leliana and Solona. They had agreed with my decision, looking at it from a purely dwarven perspective, knowing that a new army of golems would protect Orzammar and help take back the fallen thaigs. Sereda didn't trust her brother, but I told her what I'd told Branka. Both would die by my hand if they didn't agree.