(Super short catch-up post because I am working 10 hours a day currently)

Evelyn turned to face Damien and just in time to hear his remark about the late Lord Commander. "The High Templar is dead, along with all the commanders. That does not mean you are free to speak of them without showing some respect. Teagen, please speak with this one..."

But Teagen never did. 

Damien's face showed his dissappointment as he learned that the Order was in leaderless disarray. He shut his trap and backed down while this knight-captain dealt with the wayward Templar knights. He had a whirlwind of his own thoughts to deal with. 

This was a bloodless disaster.  Now more than ever, because of the impending doom from the North, which only HE knew about, the Dawn Covenent HAD to be strong. Having been the only survivor, Damien alone knew what was coming for them. He absolutely had to inform his order and get this kingdom prepared for war. 

At least, there was still the King. 

Damien was there when Draxis and his squad rode up and promised a meeting the next morning with additional news. It seemed for now these two were the acting heads of the Templars. Damien would be sure to be at that meeting as well. 

The next morning, the scene of the crime, before the body of the late king, his mourning daughter, and the two aforementioned templar leaders, a wild necromancer appears.

A strange looking staff in hand, a grey-hooded Templar "mage" of some sort made his way abruptly into the room. "Stand aside. I'm a seer..." Damien said some shit to get by. He stood witness to the scene just as did everyone else, spotting his current commanding officers. "Bloody hell." He cursed softly to himself. A look in his eye conveyed his present thoughts to Evelyn like an open book: this country was beyond fucked.