The Sordid Tale of Meryell Verlen

Meryell was a sellsword in the Fangs of Vimmark before the Conclave, hired as the best of the company to find her way in, get the job done, and get out to get the rest of her gold without getting caught. Now she’s the supposed Herald for a religion she doesn’t even believe in with magic tearing her palm open and no one that she trusts at her back. So she does the only things she knows how to do – fight and cuss – and leaves everything else to fall where it may.


Sordid Fragments

Fragments and snapshots of happenings during the story of Meryell, told from the perspective of everyone but her and Cullen. The order of these may change as the fragments are not necessarily written in order.

1. Folke : “Forgive an old man for worrying about his little girl.” Before and after the destruction of the Conclave with Folke.

2. Cassandra : “I am not in the mood for your antics, Varric.” Cassandra waits and thinks.

3. Leliana : “I think that we do not yet have all of the pieces.” The Nightingale observes that their prisoner is innocent of the crime they accuse her of but that there is far more to her than meets the eye.

4. Solas : “You closed the rift.” In which Solas muses on Meryell (and the Mark) before and after finally meeting her while awake.

5. Varric : “Guess we’ll see how it’ll work out.” Cullen and Meryell drink and talk in the Singing Maiden one night in Haven and Varric curiously observes them.

6. Rylen : “Just a friend my fucking foot.” The Herald of Andraste is leaving for the Hinterlands and Rylen takes it upon himself to do a little bit of prodding at Cullen about his relationship with her.