The year is 9:57 Dragon, 13 years after the events of the Exalted Council where a heavy hearted Inquisitor announced they would put away their swords for good. Its soldiers relieved of duty, its inner circle parting, it seemed ‘the Inquisition’ was now another closed chapter of history.

But no decision comes without consequence – the dispersal of the Inquisition left a power vacuum the size of which no one anticipated. The world was crumbling without the force that had influenced kings, stopped wars, and tied nations together. Countries trying to rebuild found themselves weakened without support, former allies found themselves without the resources that once gave them power, and the corrupt sought to take advantage, influencing darker agreements. Divine Victoria, formerly the Inquisition’s spymaster, has done her best to keep peace. But not even she can perform miracles.

Worse still was the Qunari threat: they have taken Seheron, and are relentlessly pushing Tevinter back, ever aimed for Minrathous. No one can be sure of their next target, but some even claim they have seen dreadnaughts patrolling the coasts as far south as the Waking Sea. The threat has become very real, adding to the tension of the times.

As if more problems were needed, the disappearance of the world’s elves can no longer go ignored. Where once people wondered the size of the Dread Wolf’s forces, now they fear. No one knows when – or if – he will strike, or who will be able to stop him when he does.

Thedas is in a state of unrest, desperate to find the same unity that had given them the strength to defeat Corypheus. Will they find it before it’s too late? Will the Inquisition be called on once more? Only time will tell…