Grey Wardens. The best of the best, valued for their prowess in battle, as well as for their unique ability to slay an Archdemon. And all of it started with the First Blight, brought on by a gathering of mages from all over the globe who tried to enter the Golden City where the Thrones of the Gods dwelled. Their hubris twisted the city and their very beings, changing Gold to Black, and themselves from respected members of their societies to rampaging, mindless monsters.

Three more Blights have passed since then, and another has started. Fereldan is sundered and bleeding after having lost it's King, as well being in the midst of a civil war, and the other races are too busy with their own problems to help. Not even the Ponies of Equestria will help, despite their love of peace.

The fate of the world, it seems, rests on a lone Qunari Warden.

Who knows how her tale will turn out...

Sister story to Skull, the Cursebringer and a story that will be coming out very very soon. NOT an actual sequel, per se.

UNDERGOING MINOR REWRITE

Proofread by the wonderful Schroedingers_Katze and my brother from another mother, Pyro Mance.

Note, this IS a Displaced story. I will try to keep the typical problems involved with them out, which means fewer crossovers and little impact on this story from crossovers.