The Bannorn, a large plain of land that made up a considerable portion of Ferelden, normally whenever in Ferelden - Mireth would try and stick to the Bercilian forest - he had no intention of wanting to run into humans - he didn't want to be within 100 feet of one.
But an odd sight, if not a mere glimpse of something truly unprecedented forced his curiosity to take steps into land he would never normally tread - that is to say, he could have sworn he seen a Griffon.
IT was worth laughing in disbelief,  and he'd have disregarded it instantly if not for the fact that Dragons, whom were also thought to be extinct came back this century as well.
Why would it not be possible for Griffons to also make their way back on the stage of the world? Who knows what else would surface from extinction, maybe this era would be one for the elves, one when their gods return or they discover some arcane secret that would allow them to gain the power of their former selves...
It was worth hoping for.

Mireth was treading over the plain land, his feet being tickled by the soft grass - it was, as far as he was concerned not an overly bad walk, he hadn't met any humans yet, thankfully.
But, he did find something, a good hour into his journey - something most odd, it was a darkspawn...
Mireth stopped and inspected it, it was clearly wounded, having escaped the clutches of death, if not but only for a moment as it had several arrows jutting out of its torso, 3 of them were lethal, at the very least.
But it managed to walk however far it had - leaving behind it a trial of its corruption. 

The creature gave a sniff at the air, it was hoarse and its price was a guttural cough ending in a glob of the thick black blood being hawked out of its mouth, but, it had smelt what it needed.
The dieing creature turned around and faced Mireth a look of intense pain and hatred etched into its scarred face; in comparison to the elf before it who had a face as disinterested as if he had been eating a meal.
Calm and serene.

For whatever the reason the creature was infuriated by this and charged with its last amount of energy, hoping to claim at least one more life before its own ended - if it were any other being, they'd undoubtedly have a difficult fight on their hands, a creature so utterly determined to kill regardless of it own mortality. 
Fearsome and horrifying was the sight, but Mireth simply twirled his staff in the air with a practised deftness before hammering the blade deep into the soft ground.
The heavens split open momentarily to unleash a bolt of lightning down to the earth, driving itself through the flesh and armour of the dark spawn, before being absorbed by the ground, scorching the impact point.
The brief intense flash of light burned out in an instant, and the small roll of thunder spread through the relatively peaceful plains. 

Wrinkling his nose at the smell of burning flesh Mireth continued forward as if nothing had happened.

It wasn't much longer before the previous encounter was becoming frequent, not alive for change, the Bannorns plain land was sparsely littered with the corpses of darkspawn, there must be a battle nearby, and these ones escaped the fray, if only to die of their wounds as they walked away.

The noise of fighting being carried in the wind, and the smell of burning flesh confirmed Mireths suspicions - it'd been a while since he had a proper fight, it would be worth the detour before looking for more signs of the Griffon.
Ten minutes later the elf made his way onto the edge of the battlefield, the sight was one of chaos, the Grey wardens had been camped here by the looks of things, culling what remained of the Darkspawn threat - hardly surprising; but, he sensed demons amongst the combatants - what on earth would these creatures be doing here...  
The brilliant flashes of light showed that mages were in the fray, but the fade wasn't so weak as to let demons through was it?

Now, there was a greater need to check what was going on.

Mireth, walked up to the rear lines his staff ready and began to peer more closely at the resulting fight.
[i]"Ah, there's the Griffon."[/i] The choice to come here was correct at least, he sated both bouts of curiosity in one fell swoop - rare for something like that to happen.

A near by warden, who was changing the quivers for the archers stopped and looked at the observing elf with disbelief before shouting to him "Are you gunna fight or what?!" The fool was lucky he was a Warden, and with so many friends - such insolence was worth losing a limb over, but to give him credit- he was correct, since he was here he may as well help them, he did respect the wardens after all.
Mireth pushed himself deeper into the fray, demons and darkspawn fighting the wardens... the sight alone was enough to turn lesser beings minds into broken shards of its former self.
He took note as a shriek and a pair of genlocks had finished mauling their previous target and turned their eyes on the unprotected mage - tactically an easy kill given how little hand-to-hand combat they had. 

The stupid creatures would soon learn the difference between him and one of those shem mages, not that they'd survive the encounter - a small smile split on his face as twirled his staff into a combat ready position, as the trio of foes closed their distance Mireth quickly prepared the spell - Haemorrhage, he placed the blade end of his staff near his torso and shoved it deep into his body, piercing all the way through to his back - he felt it as it cut through his intestines and pierced through his back - the sight confused the genlocks, their pace slowed almost to a stop.
[i]"Good, as always they stop at the sight."[/i] Using his magic he began channelling his blood into the staff, the wood becoming saturated with his life force. And as the blade left his torso the ground underneath the genlocks and the shriek erupted with blood, the explosive force sent into the air in a spectacular display, without hesitating Mireth quickly summoned more energy to power another lightning bolt, this one - thanks to his blood magic was extremely powerful, far more powerful than the last, the clouds blasted apart in a circle as gigantic bolt of light ploughed its way through the blood fountain that lifted his foes up in the air - the combination of the spells was cataclysmic completely burning away the flesh of his opponents until nought but charred skeletons remained.
The blast of light illuminated the entire battlefield in a spectacular clarity.
His entrance was made, the performance - had begun.