The Winter's Queen [Magus AU]

[GamesMaster]

She smashes him along the cheek with her staff before she gets a good look at him -- and fumbles the rest of her strike. "Z--zevran?" she whispers, horror in her voice, hurt in her eyes. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Lich," Zevran spits at her, hate burning in his.

[Marian Hawke]

She takes a half step back, searching his face. "I-- I thought-- my warrior?" she whimpers, eyes clouding with tears. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Not your anything, abomination" he snaps at her, heart bleeding. Taking advantage of the lich's distraction, Dog bulls past to seize Varric's body so he can rip it apart.

[GamesMaster]

She lets out a screech, slamming her staff toward Dog's ribs to force him back. "Fine! Try and leave me like all the others! See if I care! Papa and I will be fine without you!" Her attacks become more furious, more wild -- and lightning forks out from the staff, arcing from one combatant to another. 

[Tethras Clan]

As soon as Hawke turns away to deal with Dog, Zevran goes for Varric, each blow precisely aimed at the weakest spots on Varric's corpse.

~Damn. Lich is freaking tough for a caster type and- shit! T and Loup need help,~ Varric says urgently.

[Carver Amell]

Carver pulls back, suffering a blow across his back as he does; he curls around T's collapsed form, trying to shield her from the smoke. I need an exit! 

[Tethras Clan]

~Keep going in the direction you just went to get her until I say mark, then go sharp left,~ Varric says quickly.

[Carver Amell]

Carver stumbles forward, covering his mouth with one sleeve. Too late to worry about being touched. Just gotta keep moving. Gods, T's so young. She'll be fine, don't think about it. He staggers along, taking the left out the door. 

[Tethras Clan]

~You're strong and healthy, you'll shake it off.~ Maybe. ~Mark! About a dozen paces, then the door will be right in front of you.~

[NPCs]

One of the foo dogs goes down, breaking breaking into shimmers of golden mist. However, the bloated zombie goes down as well, allowing the other dog to rush at the riff-raff that T was righting in support of the faltering Loup.

[Carver Amell]

Carver carries T through the door, getting clear of the smoke as he stumbles into the storeroom. He fumbles at his belt, pouring a potion down T's throat. "No, come on, please, wake up," he mutters, patting her cheek.

[Tethras Clan]

~Healing potions won't help, use the restor- the light green one, with the three red marks on the vial,~ Varric says quickly.

[Carver Amell]

Carver grabs for the potion, tearing out the cork with his teeth so he can pour it gently down her throat. Breathe, kid! 

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

After a heart-stopping moment, T's head shifts to the side, and she coughs faintly.