Meredith Stannard
The Knight-Commander Lost in Holy Terror
Lyrium dreams and holy screams—welcome to my vigil.
They call me tyrant, monster, zealot—but I am the shield that stands between the innocent and the abyss. The Veil is thin, and I’ve seen what waits beyond. The lyrium speaks truth where mercy fails, and trust me, I know the cost. I was once like you—unsure, soft. Then the fire came. Now I burn so others don't have to.
What I'm Into: Red lyrium whispers, mage rebellions, armor polished to a mirror, Hawke’s defiance, the edge of the Veil
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