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[westiex9]

The fade chapter is awesome, i like the fact that you add more description to the various nightmares then the game did(apart from the nighmare segements and playing in golem form i hated the fade!) As always i find Drezdins badass manner really entertaining.



As for the fanart pic i love the way Drezdin is portrayed kinda rugged but with the natural nobility of any Cousland.



Keep up the Awesome Slim!

[Gilgamesh1138]

Geeze westie, how can I follow that? X D Really, westie hits it on the head Slim! Great job! : D

[Slim Warden]

  (Chapter 9: So, How About Them Abominations’)
 
  It had been less than a few moments since Drezdin had awoke from the Fade, the Cousland sat up as his Companions’ rose to they’re feet most in a dazed manner, and it was the most dazed of the group Alistar who approached Drezdin, “I hope we never have to deal with a spooky spook Fade trip again, it really  splits you’re head open, in a figurative way I mean” greeted Alistar as he lent a hand to Drezdin.
 
  Drezdin stood up quickly with Alistar’s assistance, “and saving a Tower flooded with Demons’ is a joy?” said Drezdin in his usual tone as he dusted himself off, “well at least here you don’t get as confused” stated Alistar before Morrigan put in a remark of her own, “Fade or not Alistar, its not that difficult to confound you” said the Apostate with a malicious grin, “that was oh so painful, remind me to have a cry when we get back to camp” was the sarcastic  response from Alistar a non amused look on his face.
 
  The Cousland quickly reached down to retrieve the blades he lost his grip on when he was transported to the Fade hours ago, he glanced around to see Morrigan prudishly adjusting her garments before catching a glimpse of Leliana picking up an arrow that must’ve slipped from her quiver.
  
   But it was Wynne who was up to something much more interesting as she inspected the dead body that Drezdin had only caught a glimpse of when the Sloth Demon’s influence was still upon the room.
 
  The corpse sat uncomfortably close to the limp shambles of the Sloth Demon’s mortal form, it was even more uncomfortable for Drezdin as the Corpse that Wynne was searching just happened to be the guise of Drezdin’s companion in the Fade Niall.
 
  He shrugged off the ominous words of his celestial stalker as he saw Wynne pry a scroll out of the cold Corpse’s finger before marching over to Drezdin to hand him the scroll, “this is the Litany of Andralla, I believe we will need this” explained Wynne as the parchment traded hands.
 
  The displaced Noble looked down  at the scroll then turned his eyes back to Wynne, “so this parchment will keep the Blood mages’ from having a field day with our heads?” asked Drezdin a glibness in his voice, “actually it will, I did not think you would remember considering our little detour” remarked Wynne a slight just slight tinge of shock in her voice.
 
  Drezdin cocked an eyebrow, “little detour?  Is that what we call perilous journeys into the Fade these days?” asked Drezdin in his usual confident and nonchalant manner, “well it won’t matter what we call it if we don’t save the tower will it?” replied Wynne in tone that was sassy for her age, eager to get back to the task now in front of them.
 
  The Cousland replied with a slight nod before looking over to Alistar, “ALISTAR!” exclaimed Drezdin as he flung the scroll to his fellow Warden, Alistar turned and clumsily caught the litany in spit of being taken by surprise, “why ‘am I in charge of Blood Magic repellent?” asked Alistar in a curious tone.
 
   Alistar looked over to Drezdin with a raised eyebrow as the Cousland explained, “well being a former Templar I thought this would suit you, that and I have a nonexistent knowledge of litanies” spoke Drezdin which sparked a response from Alistar, “oh I get it, so when we’re all being manipulated by a Blood Mage it’ll be Alistar’s fault, very clever” said Alistar  with a jester’s grin.
 
  Drezdin felt the irony of Alistar’s form in Morrigan’s dream, “how about we just go save the Tower of foreboding doom?” spoke the Cousland as he turned to the closed door opposing the entrance he recalled going through what seemed like an eternity ago, he glanced back at his Companions’ who stood anxiously at his back before setting a purposeful posture as he faced the door, a confident grin decorating his lips.
 
  They were on the last leg of they’re quest to repair a broken circle, a victory so close yet still so far.
  
    ****()****
 
  A swift kick was all it took to swing open the door, it was a bit dramatic but it was an imposing entrance into a room full of bodies that seemed to have been chewed upon by some sharp toothed fiend, “well it seems the Drakes got out of they’re cages” stated Wynne with a less than enthused voice,  “lovely” was the response from Drezdin his blades at the ready.
 
  It took barely a moment for the group to come across a Drake, turning their very fist corner of this particular section of the Tower to witness an adult Drake gnawing on the corpse of a Mage.
 
  Drezdin stood cautiously with weapons at the ready his left arm raised as if he was about  signal an attack, the Drake reared its head after catching the scent of it’s visitors, letting out a loud roar as it took a threatening stance preparing to charge the Group.
 
  The cousland brought his left hand bearing down signaling the attack as Leliana let fly a pin point accurate arrow that implanted itself in the Drake’s eye, the large lizard like creature charged at the group provoking a flurry of spells from Wynne and Morrigan that left the Drake battered by wind and ice.
 
  But it was up to Alistar and Drezdin who stood at the front to finish the charging beast, the beast lunged mouth wide open  at Alistar its razor sharp teeth shining in the dim light of torches, the Templar reacted by violently bashing away the creatures head redirecting it to the left with his shield.
 
  As the Drake stood dazed Drezdin took it upon himself to land the final blow, the Nobleman stepped behind and then to the right of Alistar before charging the disorientated Lizard with what seemed like a premeditated assault, cutting sharply upwards at the creature’s neck leaving a deep gash before bringing his other weapon crashing down in the same vicinity, decapitating the Drake in brutal and bloody fashion.
 
  Drezdin stood over the now dead creature with its blood on its hands a small sigh left his lips before glacing back at Wynne, “are there going to be more of these things?” asked Drezdin the question directed at the Elder Mage, “well if I remember correct, there was only one adult left after some experiments Uldred had approved were performed, but there should be a few infants still running around” explained Wynne.
 
  Alistar let out a slight sigh, “so lizards of incredibly sharp teeth just smaller, gotcha” said Alistar in his usual joking manner before the group continued onward, entering a messy room covered in gory messes and cages’ littered with either dead or starving infantile Drakes’.
 
  “Such poor creatures” remarked Leliana as they traversed through the room with hastened step, the hisses of the Drake pups’ were those of fear and hunger but it did not seem to bother Morrigan who stopped in place as a slight glimmer caught her eye.
 
  A faint glitter radiated from a sack that laid upon the lap of a dead mage that had fallen next to a sizeable cage that seemed to have been the former home of an adult Drake.
  
  She quickly leaned down to pick up the bag returning the scornful glares’ the hungry Drake lings gave her as she stood up, “Morrigan, I’d love to stop and appreciate the attractions but we’ve got a tower to save” remarked Drezdin who had stopped after noticing Morrigan’s abrupt stand still.
 
  Morrigan glanced down at the cloth bag that was filled with drake scales, “very well we shall move on, but I’ve found us a very valuable attraction” said the Witch as she caught up with the group and handed Drezdin the pouch
 
  Drezdin glanced down at the Drake scale filled bag before tying it to his belt, the Cousland glanced over at Wynne who looked at him with a lenient face, she noticed the medium sized pouch of Drake scales but seemed fine about it, maybe she felt it was only fair as Drezdin and Co was working towards the Salvation of the Circle of Magi.
 
  The Cousland tightened the string he had strapped the bag to his belt with before marching onwards through another room, it seemed that gore had been used to decorate the walls, and empty cages were the only remaining décor that was not battered in some way or another, but as they found they’re way to the exit they came face to face with not a Blood Mage or Abomination, but a trapped Templar.
  
                ****()****
  
 
 They found themselves in a room that was not much larger or smaller than most, it was inhabited by a stairway and a large glowing sphere in the center of the room, as Drezdin approached the curious decoration only to see through the sphere’s foggy walls a lone Templar.
 
   The man seemed to notice Drezdin and Co but seemed non enthused by they’re appearance, he was kneeling while tightly clutching his cranium as if he was in pain, “you know a proper greeting would be nice” remarked Drezdin as the man remained in his fetal position.
 
  The Templar still kneeling glanced up for but a second before replying, “I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO FIGMENTS, NOW BE GONE!” screamed the Templar obviously confused by something, “what a pleasant way to greet the person trying to save you’re home” sarcastically replied Drezdin cocking his eyebrow and crossing his arms.
 
  A scream of anguish left the lips of the trapped man, “why are you not gone, they usually disappear by now” muttered the templar in frustration, “you must’ve been through so much let us help you” spoke leliana as she approached the sphere and stood next to the Cousland.
 
  The Templar merely looked at them with a scornful glare, stay away from me, I will not be taken, I will not be taken” said the Templar a pain radiating from his words, Drezdin with eyebrows raised gave the sphere a good knock, “well we couldn’t if we wanted to, so can we have a decent conversation now?” asked the Cousland in his usual composure.
 
  The Templar slowly stood up and approached the wall of the sphere, “you’re, you are real aren’t you?” said the man as he gazed at Drezdin curiously, “obviously?”  replied the Cousland very matter of fact, “can you blame me for being cautious, the Blood Mages’ they try to get in you’re mind, and do things to you” explained the trapped Templar.
 
  Drezdin looked at the trapped man with curiosity, “so do you know where the Blood mages’ are?” asked  Drezdin as the man replied frantically, “yes, they are up the stairs in the harrowing chamber, but you must listen to me” said the Templar, “and what exactly doe’s it look like I’m doing?” remarked Drezdin.
 
  A sigh left the lips of the Templar before he spoke again, “they took the Mages, all of them up to the harrowing chamber” explained the Templar, Wynne swiftly replied, “all of the Mages?  Even the first Enchanter?” Wynne spoke with concern radiating from her voice, “yes Uldred took them all, but it wasn’t Uldred really, he, he, he” stuttered the Templar.
 
  Morrigan stepped into the conversation, “we don’t have time just spit it out” said the Witch in a frustrated tone, “he’s turned into an Abomination, and whatever has happened the Mages cannot be anything but lost, you must kill them all” said the Templar.
 
  The groups resident Templar Alistar spoke in response, “um that’s a bit extreme, unless I’m unclear on the terms of extreme” said Alistar before Drezdin spoke in agreement with his sentiment, “and you know this how?” asked the Cousland, “listen blood magic is powerful, who’s to say that the Mages aren’t enthralled or haven’t been turned into Abominations by now” explained the Templar a fear in his voice.
 
  Drezdin turned his attention to the stairs, “dead Mages aren’t really going to help me, so I’m sorry whatever you’re name is, but I can’t take that advice” remarked Drezdin, “the names Cullen, and I pray to the maker that you haven’t doomed us all” said the Templar in disappointment as Wynne looked at Drezdin with a face of approval.
 
  As the party began they’re ascent up the stairs Drezdin glance back at Cullen the Templar, “stay put Cullen, I’ll be sure to bring you back a souvenir” said Drezdin as they began the ascent, Wynne also spoke not to the Templar however, but to Drezdin, “ you’ve done the right thing, thank you” said Wynne as they ascended the stair.
 
  “I know, and you’re pretty much welcome” was the reply from Drezdin, as they ascended the very last of the steps, that led up to the very last room at the top of the Tower, The Harrowing Chamber.

   ****()****
 
  The chamber was a large, ominous and almost domelike room, it’s walls and ceiling decorated by ornate and forbidding painted glass that looked as if they were forged ages ago, but while the room usually did not breed comfort amongst visitors the scene that Drezdin would come across would chill the bones of any man.
 
  Blood seemed to cover every inch of the room, as Drezdin and Company took a cautious stride towards the figures in the center of the room that were surrounded by many motionless men and women that one could swear were Mages.
 
  A man of pale face and shaved head stood in the center of the room flanked by two Abomination that held a weak and battered man, one could only guess that the bald figure was Uldred as he sucked the life out of the battered Mage, “such a shame that he would not accept my gift, but maybe you will be different?” said Uldred taking notice of Drezdin and his Cohorts without even glancing at them.
  
    Drezdin tilted his head slightly as he replied, “I really don’t need another offer of demonic natures, I’ve already turned down two today” replied Drezdin as the form of Uldred turned around, “oh but I can see you’re true potential, what power you can hold in that arrogant head of your’s” replied Uldred as the several Abominations that served him came out of the shadows.
 
  A defiant smirk developed on Drezdin’s face before he spoke again, “I think I’ve got sufficient enough power in this arrogant head of mine to last a lifetime” replied Drezdin as his group stood behind him, Wynne taking a moment to interrupt the exchange of word between Uldred and Drezdin.
 
  “We do not care for the offers of some Abomination, now tell me what you’ve done with Irving?” demanded the Elder Enchantress, causing uldred to **** an eyebrow, “I’ am still Uldred in a sense, but as to Irving he is still with us, unwilling to accept change” said Uldred as he glanced back at a old and kneeling man, who’s face seemed blank and emotionless.
 
  Wynne looked at Irving with a gasp of horror, “what have you done with him?” asked Wynne her face was one of a displeased grandmother, “Irving is fine just still for the moment, but I believe that I was speaking to our charming friend before you rudely interrupted, now will you or will you not take my gift?” asked Uldred in a devilish manner.
  
  Drezdin slowly drew his blades as he answered the Abomination that was Uldred, “I don’t like hellish entities controlling me so in one word, NO” the statement garnered one from Uldred as the group of Abominations that stood around him slowly stepped forward, “I’m sorry to have misled you to believe it was a choice” spoke Uldred as he took a aggressive composure.
 
  Drezdin sighed as he readied himself, Alistar taking this moment to break his silence, “you know, I thought we were going to fighting some giant demonic crea……” Alistar was left speechless as  an explosion of blood transpired around Uldred, the many Abominations within the room disappearing in the red mist as it seemed they were being used as willing sacrifice.
 
  The red mist quickly turned into a red tornado before again morphing into a silhouette of a some horror beyond mortal comparison, as the blood finally settled and Alistar’s cautionary reciting of the Litany of Andralla stopped.
   
  The displaced Noble found himself staring down a creature of legend, it stood taller than most men let alone houses, the monstrosity roared with a hellish screech as it scowled at Drezdin and Company, “are you happy Alistar?” remarked Drezdin as the battle begun.
  
    ****()****
 
  There was no training one could be given to fight a creature of such magnitude, improvisation was key in this situation and Drezdin was skilled with that trait, he to the surprise of his Companion charged the creature intentionally falling into a knee slide using the slippery floor to his advantage.
 
  The Abomination of Uldred was not swift enough to react as Drezdin slid in between his legs, swiping his blades across both ankles leaving deep gashes in the flesh before coming to a halt five feet behind Uldred.
 
  Uldred screeched in pain as he flung his left arm behind him, catching Drezdin just as he stood and turned to face the creature, the blow was violent and sent Drezdin right to the ground, breaking off his left shoulder guard and creating a large crack across Drezdin’s chest plate.
 
  The Abomination was intent on finishing Drezdin, possibly could’ve had Alistar not plunged his blade deep into the back of his right leg as Uldred turned to look at the Cousland,  Alistar had plunged the blade so far into the leg that it would not give way and be removed.
 
  Alistar started stumbling backwards as Uldred quickly turned to him, “FOOLISH MORTAL!” the Abomination gurgled as he looked to crush the Royal Bastard, but Leliana would not have it, neither would the two Enchantresses as they let loose a flurry of magic and arrows, that left the creature with frost bites across the chest and a quiver full of arrows in his neck.
 
  As the Monstrosity was distracted Drezdin pulled himself back to his feet, he noticed that Uldred was not concentrated on him, but the sword lodged in the Creature’s leg caught his attention, instantly plotting as he charged, retrieving his dual blades in full stride.
 
  Drezdin took his chance as Uldred faced away from him concentrated on his Companions, the Cousland used the planted sword as a step to fling himself onto Uldred’s large back, plunging his left blade into the of the spine.
 
  The Cousland lodged the blade in his right hand above him, as he repeated the arduous  process of left blade, right blade to climb the back of the creature, Uldred screeched and screamed in pain as Drezdin swiftly climbed his back before finding that Drezdin was right next to his heart, Uldred tried in vain to grab onto the Noble but it would be over so soon.
 
  A good grip on the sword he had plunged again into Uldred’s spine with his right hand was all Drezdin needed as he prepared to plunge his family sword into the heart of Uldred, ramming the blade through the thick skin  of the creature, right into Uldred’s twisted heart.
 
  Drezdin held firm as Uldred started jerking around, holding onto the grips of his sword as the Uldred gave his last frantic fight swinging his body around as Drezdin’s Companions barely dodged being trampled, the still frozen Irving and a few of the remaining Mages were lucky as well, with Uldred finally giving up and falling face first.
 
  The impact of Uldred’s fall nearly tossed Drezdin of the Creature’s back, but it didn’t mean everything was fine as Drezdin felt the blade in his left hand fall loose from Uldred, revealing that the Cousland blade had broken in half.
 

  ****()****
  
 
   Drezdin looked at the broken sword in silence as he heard Wynne and Irving talk in the background, she must’ve been telling Irving of Drezdin’s task or whatever Mages speak of after life threatening situations, but Drezdin paid no attention, for this moment was one of loss but it was just for a moment, as the Noble sighed and pulled his unbroken blade from the Corpse.
 
  The First Enchanter Irving was the first to approach Drezdin as he jumped off from the body, “Wynne informed of you’re situation, and that you seek aid from the Tower, and while you may have been forced to visit the Tower I am grateful for you’re help Warden” spoke Irving, his voice held the rasp of an old wise man, but mystique of a mage as well.
 
   Drezdin swiftly sheathed his dual swords, well as best as he could before replying, “ I do just enjoy running into Tower’s inhabited by Demons, and risking my life with nearly hopeless tasks, so don’t mention it” replied Drezdin in sarcastic fashion as Irving led out a slight chuckle, “Wynne also informed me of you’re “charisma” but let us get back to Greagoir so I can officially give you the aid you require” spoke Irving as Drezdin nodded in agreement.
 
   The Cousland motioned his Companions to follow as he and irving made their way to the stairway, Irving let out a sigh as he took the first step down, “this is going to be a long walk” remarked the First Enchanter, but it would be a much easier trekking down than it was going up, as they’re mission to repair the circle was complete.
 
   Meanwhile…….
 

  Sten stood upon the wharf with Caesar by his side, the last few hours since Drezdin and the rest left for the Tower was peaceful bar the few drunken fishermen who went past after leaving the dock’s inn, but the last few minutes were quite frustrating as a messenger stood in front , looking for the Templar Carrol to ferry him to the Circle of Magi.
 
  “Where is the Ferry?  I need to get across to deliver the rite of annulment, now tell me where the ferryman is?” barked the Messenger who stood in leather armor, “he is in the Tower” replied Sten bluntly as Caesar growled, “do you know when he will be back?” again barked the irritable Messenger, “NO” bluntly replied Sten.
 
   The Messenger grew annoyed with his task but it seemed like it would finally be over as a small wooded boat approached the Dock, Sten looked back as well as Caesar who let out a cheerful bark as the figures inside the boat became visible, Alistar, Carrol, Drezdin, Leliana, Morrigan and a new companion with silver hair all resided in the boat as they docked at the Wharf.
 
  The Anxious Messenger quickly approached the Templar Carrol, “good now that you’re here I can deliver the rite…..” as soon as he uttered it Drezdin cut him off, “don’t worry about that it’s been taken care of” replied Drezdin as the Messenger shot him a confused look, “wait what? By who?” questioned the Man, “you’re looking at him” Drezdin replied in a matter of fact tone.
 
   The Messenger simply stood speechless as Drezdin turned his attention to his dog Caesar and Sten, “such a good boy Caesar keeping Sten out of trouble” said Drezdin as he gave his Dog a pat on the head, “has it been accomplished?’ bluntly asked Sten causing Drezdin to look away from the Mabari.
 
  “Yes the Mages are leaving in the morning,  we’re leaving now however, and we’re taking the northern road around Lake Calenhad, you see Carrol overheard some fishermen this morning who claimed Loghain’s forces are patrolling the south for Wardens, ah its nice to be important enough to have patrols sent out for you” remarked Drezdin in usual Drezdin manner.

 
   Sten looked again at him, “who is that old woman?” again questioned Sten  turning his gaze to Wyne as the Mabari investigated by sniffing, “that s Wynne she’s a Mage, who just so happens to be a bloody good healer, she fixed up Alistar right quick” explained Drezdin as Alistar pointed at his shoulder, the Royal Bastard overhearing the conversation.
 
  The Qunari looked over at the Elder Enchantress none to pleased, “Mages pffth” said the Qunari as Wynne was making her acquaintance with Caesar petting him on the head, “so give me my pack back an let us be on our way shall we?” remarked Drezdin as Sten handed him the back pack he was given to supervise earlier in the day.
 
   It had been a long day, but they only had a long night to look forward to as they started they’re longer trip back to Red Cliffe…..

  Author’s Note:
  This Chapter took so much longer than it should have (damn 48 hour writer’s block) but I finally got it out and that’s what matters right?
  So anyway I do hope you enjoy it, and all its chapterness, but just to tease ya we’re getting new Companions next chapter, Morrigan is up to her usual hidden agendas, and Drezdin will as always be Drezdin.
  And a little tease to give you an idea of how the protagnist views his past,  I was listening to a bunch of Coldplay for inspiration when I found this and said, “hey this might go great with Drezdin’s history” so enjoy, and let me know what you think of this teaser to his past.

  P.S. PAGE TWO WOOT!!
   
    Thanks For Reading, Slim Warden.

Modifié par Slim Warden, 10 mai 2010 - 11:30 .

[westiex9]

Its nice to see im not the only one who feels guilty about killing the dragonlings, also the scene with the broken blade is really well done, the game does such a good job of making you feel an attachment to the sword.

[Gilgamesh1138]

Oh noes! The sword scene is so good! I may stop using it in game, but I am so attached I never sell it. Nicely done Slim, as always! I Drezdin!



Westie, I feel guilty too, they chirp like my cat!

[Slim Warden]

  (Chapter 10: The Road Less Traveled: Part 1)
 
  The paths and roads that circled north around Lake Calenhad were known for a spare few reasons, one being that they were connected to the mountain paths that led north to the realms of the Dwarven kin who lived beneath the Mountains in tunnels of stone.
 
  And secondly it was rarely traveled even by merchants, the road went along the western border of the Lake straight through damp and foreboding mountains whose evergreen brush was inhabited by wolves and other beasts of nature, but it was safe from Loghain’s patrols and was only a day or two longer to reach Red Cliffe if one were to travel from the Circle of Magi.

  Drezdin and company had indulged on a quick meal provided by the Templars before setting out  on a harsh forced march along the north road heading north west through the night hoping to reach the north western most tip of the Lake so they could then journey south back to Red Cliffe and the possessed Connor.
 
  It was an odd march for Drezdin, they had purposefully walked and stumbled through the late night and  morning air to make some worthwhile progress, the realization of the brutality of such a feat  donned on Drezdin as he saw the sun begin to sink below the dim Fereldan landscape.
 
  As his legs felt quivery and his mind became but a wondering vessel, the Cousland glanced back at his tired group, if the sight of Alistar having to kept awake by a constant nudge of Morrigan’s staff was not enough to signal for a camp,  the sight of Sten violently shaking his head to avoid a sudden drift into a sleeping state was a dead ringer.
 
  The traveling party set up camp quickly upon a small grassy knoll close to the road, not even taking the time to set up tents as all energy seemed drained from they’re bodies, even the constant humming of Leliana that usually radiated the air was silent as she simply  collapsed onto her bedroll yards away from the campfire that Morrigan had effortlessly produced.
  
   A newborn night was the setting in which Drezdin stood with fatigued eyes as he tossed a makeshift bed upon the ground, he looked over to the wizened Wynne who in spite of her age kept up admirably through out the long trek, a woman strong of will described Wynne best from Drezdin’s observation, Leliana literally had to force her assistance upon Wynne when the latter started to tire.
 
  The Cousland in all of the urgency that was produced by this march had realized that he had forgotten a curiosity stemming from the Fade, but the questions were not urgent enough for him to wake the Mage who just as neatly and swiftly as she had made her place of rest, had fallen into a deep sleep.
  
   Drezdin removed his morbidly damaged chest plate and undershirt, curiously investigating the bruises across his shoulder and chest, temporary souvenirs from his battle with Uldred, but apart from the bruises and a few insignificant scratches Drezin was fine, he donned again his cloth shirt before placing his head down to rest.
 
  The last few glimpses of the waking world were those of his resting Companions, all seemed silently asleep apart from Caesar and Morrigan, Caesar sat proudly by the fire seemingly taking the responsibility of first watch, it seemed reasonable after Sten remarked about the Dog napping the entire time Drezdin had spent in the Tower of Magi.
 
  And Morrigan simply sat awake just  next to her tent, curiously glaring at the campfire with a searching look in her eyes the type that usually kept man, and or woman awake as they looked to answer a question knowing they may never find an answer to.
 
  It was all a fleeting curiosity as Drezdin’s heavy eyes shut, blinding him from the waking world as he drifted off into a comfortable slumber……….  But not for long.

   ****()****
  
   The moon was but a crescent in the night sky looking to be freed from its clouded surroundings, Caesar still stood vigilant still sitting near the now dimming campfire looking out as if awaiting some creature to pounce out of the shadows, but for all his vigilance he left a deaf ear for his Companions, as Drezdin would soon discover.
 
  The Displaced Noble was fast asleep laying upon his right side occasionally shifting onto his back, Drezdin’s dreams were occupied by the memory of his past, and present task of being a Warden, and a new sense of foreign eyes that observed it all, but it would all be cut short as a very familiar situation presented itself to the awaking Cousland.
 
  “Wake up Warden there is a matter we must discuss” whispered the voice of Morrigan as she nudged Drezdin awake his eyes slowly opening greeted by Morrigan’s unmistakable eyes that shone with intent, “can the matter be patient ‘til morning?” replied Drezdin still half asleep.
 
  Morrigan simply sighed as she leaned over the Cousland, “it cannot, ’tis a rather important matter to me, and a opportunity that I, or even you cannot pass” explained Morrigan as Drezdin sat up causing the Witch to take a step back.
 
  Drezdin looked at her with a cocky glint in his eyes, “and what exactly is this opportunity?” asked the Cousland as he pulled his back pack to his side, “well ‘tis a grimoire that belonged to my Mother, and I believe that it fell into the Circle of Ma……..” only partially explained Morrigan, the Woman being abruptly interrupted, “would it happen to resemble this piece of Circle property?” asked Drezdin as he pulled the foreboding book out of his pack, much to the surprise of Morrigan.
 
  The Apostate was shocked as she quickly snatched it from his hands, “I cannot believe you found my Mother’s grimoire, how did you know to take it?” asked Morrigan curiously as she slowly sat next to Drezdin, “well I saw the cold and unforgiving cover, and it just reminded me of you” replied Drezdin in his usual noble’s charm.
 
   Morrigan simply produced a sultry smile, “is that so Drezdin, but I believe this cold and unforgiving woman sees it fit to give you a gift” said Morrigan spinning a web of seduction as she ran her cold fingers across Drezdin’s chest, “a gift like a lecture?” asked Drezdin in a soft tone reflecting on the last time she had spoken to him at night a at least three days ago.
 
  A lack of distance came between Drezdin and Morrigan as she put her face only but an inch from his, “do not linger on such things, I wasn’t done with you then, and I will not be finished with you until I’m satisfied” explained Morrigan in a tawdry manner as the distance between they’re lips became nearly nonexistent.
 
   Drezdin looked directly into her eyes that told a tale of lust and manipulation, “we were close like this only yesterday weren’t we?” asked Drezdin in whispering fashion, “yes” was the reply from the Witch in such a flavor that would spin a weaker man in circles, “and you must remember how it ended?” again asked Drezdin, “indeed I do” replied Morrigan growing impatient.
 
  The Cousland stroked his fingers through her hair as he gave her a final response, “then you must know that this will be no different” said Drezdin as he distanced himself from Morrigan, the Witch of the wilds scowling not amused by this development.
 
   She sat speechless for only a second before standing up, “very well Warden” was Morrigan’s scornfully whispered farewell before she marched off to her tent the grimoire  in her possession, “sleep well” whispered Drezdin with a sarcastic grin as he pulled his covers back over him, noticing only now that Caesar had been watching the conversation, but as to what Caesar was thinking Drezdin had not a clue, but he did know he wanted to get back to sleep.
 
  And that’s exactly what he did.
 
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  The dawning sun had barely come into sight as Drezdin awoke from his slumber to the scent of  Alistar’s cooking, the Cousland quickly sat up and shook himself awake before adjusting himself , fixing his hair as he stood up, not even bothering to clad his armor before he approached his fellow Warden who was joined by Wynne who seemed to be helping in the preparation of breakfast.
 
   Dredin approached his compatriots with a grin, “so I’m guessing we found something to eat?” asked Drezdin as looked at the small pot which had been fastened over the fire with thick branches and rope, “well you’re dog brought back a pair of rabbits, so I‘m making stew” answered Alistar as he stirred the substances in the pot.
 
  The Cousland smirked as he took a seat next to the two, “so are you going to tell me how “you” found them now?” asked Drezdin unconvinced with Alistar’s explanation, “no young man you’re dog really did find them” explained Wynne as Drezdin’s face turned blank, “oh, where they in good condition at least?” Drezdin asked turning his attention to Alistar.
 
   Alistar took a taste of the stew with his wooden ladle before replying, “oh no, they were savagely deformed and just horrid to look at, why do you think we’re making stew” said Alistar with a grin as Wynne looked at him rather confused by his manner. 
 
   Drezdin simply leaned back as he replied, “well as long as we don‘t all fall ill, I‘ll be fine even if stew is an odd breakfast” replied Drezdin, before he glanced around the camp, the scene was rather slow as Caesar was laying upon his side in a sleepy manner, Sten was awake looking ever vigilant as he stood stoically observing the camp reminiscent to how Drezdin was currently doing.
 
  Morrigan sat near her tent with the black grimoire open in her palm, she was obviously studying its contents, and lastly was the start of a peculiar event as Leliana dressed ready for travel, marched across the grassy camp grounds straight to the group and sat across from Drezdin.
 
   Leliana’s face seemed to be glaring at him with a persecuting face, “I did not expect you to be awake so soon” remarked Leliana with a convicting glint, Drezdin simply smirked, “and I would not be awake why?” replied Drezdin, “well I thought it would take time for you to recover from Morrigan’s visit last night, yes?” said Leliana none too pleased with the Cousland.
 
   The Cousland’s faced turned curious as he raised an eyebrow, “she did visit me but why would I need to recover exactly?” asked Drezdin slightly confused, “I saw the two of you last night while the campfire dimmed, how close she was” vaguely explained Leliana.
 
   A sly grin grew upon Drezdin’s face, as he rested his stubble covered chin upon his hand as he replied, “and how much did you see exactly?” asked Drezdin with a smirk, “enough to know where it was heading, I did not think it right to observe any longer” explained Leliana with a slight disturbed face.
 
   Drezdin was once told by his Father that one should enjoy the little pleasures in life, and a little bit just fell in his lap, Drezdin concocted a cheeky plan as Alistar looked at him with a concerned face, and Wynne just observed calmly, “so would you care for the details?” asked Drezdin to Leliana with a sly smirk.
 
   Leliana’s face turned to shock and disgust as she registered Drezdin’s statement, “no, I n-no, how could you ask such a thing?  Do you not care how you’re actions affect others, do you not care that the Woman is a manipulator?” remarked Leliana a fluster to her voice as she stood up.
 
   Drezdin took her lecture in stride, replying with a grin, “you act as if I haven’t noticed yet” said the Cousland with a sinister charm, “you enjoy this don’t you?  What you did last night, what you are still doing, you enjoy this, no?” asked Leliana red in the face, and a fire in her voice.
 
   In Highever there a Nobleman who wreaked havoc with the spoken word, that Noble was Drezdin, “yes in fact I did, and yes I do” said Drezdin with a charming tone, Leliana looked at Drezdin with disgust, sadness and disappointment, “how, h-how can treat anyone like this?” uttered Leliana as she walked off in a fluster.
 
   The grinning Cousland stood up and watched the Minstrel walk off before turning his attention back to Alistar and Wynne who looked at him in shock, “I don’t believe she interpreted me correctly, and I don’t think she would be too pleased if I set it right” remarked Drezdin.
 
   Alistar had to shake off the shock of the moment before replying, “no, no I don’t think she would be, uh you didn’t, actually do anything with our favorite apostate did you?” asked Alistar curiously as Wynne took over stew duty, “what do you think?” remarked Drezdin with a smirk, Alistar simply looked at him curiously, “I’ll take that as a type of no, what kind of type I can’t say but I’ll take that as a no anyway” replied Alistar.
 
   Wynne looked at Drezdin with a look that one would give a misbehaved child, “how could you string someone of such sweet nature along so despicably?” asked Wynne with concern, “sweet natured with bow, but I didn’t mean to hurt her, she just took it all the wrong way” explained Drezdin pacing around the two.
 
   A non amused look was the response from Wynne before she spoke, “but you played such a cruel game when you could’ve been honest, that is despicable is it not Alistar”? said Wynne looking over to the group’s Templar, “oh um, yes despicable Drezdin bad, bad Warden” said Alistar wagging his finger like a lecturing mother.
 
   Wynne simply sighed, “the stews ready whenever you are ready” stated Wynne as she stirred the Rabbit breakfast, “I’m just going to get my armor I’ll be back in a second” stated the Cousland as he marched over to his bedroll, he was swift to don his armor and blades all the while Wynne and Alistar were announcing breakfast, Sten, Morrigan and Leliana all marched over to the campfire where Wynne was filling any container that could manage with the stew.
 
   Leliana refused to look directly at him, as he took his serving of stew over to his bedroll, sitting next to his hound whom looked surprisingly uninterested in Drezdin’s meal, “I can’t help but think you didn’t bring back everything, did you?” asked Drezdin as Caesar suspiciously hid his nose in between his strong paws, the Cousland just  grinned as he continued with his breakfast.
 
  The breakfast was quickly downed as the group prepared to pack up and make they’re way further south into the eastern rim of Fereldan’s western mountains.
 
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  Author’s Note:
  Okay first off I just wanted to say that Chapter 10 being a special landmark to me will be segmented into two parts, and the next part will include the new faces, and all I promised in my last Author’s note.
  Also I hope that you enjoyed Drezdin’s little discussions with Morrigan and Leliana, I’m just praying I pulled it all off well.
  And just a final tidbit I did not want to segment the chapter but after I got halfway through writing ,it dawned on me that the chapter would just be a bit larger than I wanted it, so there’s the reason its been turned into two episodes, and the second part will be up within the next three days.
 
   Thanks For Reading, Slim Warden.

Modifié par Slim Warden, 15 mai 2010 - 09:25 .

[westiex9]

LOL!!! Manipulating the witch of the wilds and then giving the cold shoulder, Drezdin is the man!!

Modifié par westiex9, 15 mai 2010 - 02:12 .

[Gilgamesh1138]

You did a wonderful job with their conversations Slim! I love how good Drezdin is with word play! And Ali's "Bad Warden, bad bad!" cracked me up! Keep em coming Slim! Pretty please! *bats lashes*

[Slim Warden]

(Chapter 10: The Road Less Traveled: part 2)
 
  The roads west of Lake Calenhad were the product of ambition, merchants from Red Cliffe created them as a more direct path to the Dwarven kin up in the Frostback Mountains, a plan that fell through after realizing a fortune too late that the Dwarves were not very liberal in trading with the surface, and the few who did were just not seeing the rational of traveling to Red Cliffe when Denerim was they're preffered choice for a profit,  and so the roads fell out of use with out proper upkeep.
 
  But the roads found a more tactical use during war, having roads that cut through the mountainous landscape were a benefit to the rebels during the Orlesian occupation, as it was to the Orlesian’s themselves, but within the last decade the roads have been traveled less and less, the surrounding mountains housing only the occasional Ranger, or the odd deranged hermit.
 
  It was that stark unpopularity that found Drezdin and Company using the paths through the mountains, traveling in the early morning on the more hardened roads to find themselves under the tall standing mountains surrounded  in green landscape, but plagued with drenching weather.
 
  The group found the morning slightly cloudy but as the day went on the clouds grew black, and a heavy rainfall characteristic of Fereldan came down upon them, it was weather that would see many wear hooded cloaks, but the Party’s supply of such garments was only enough to provide for three, and the trio covered were the women that occupied the group Wynne, Leliana, and Morrigan.
 
   At the front leading them along the muddy mountain path still in sight, but just out of earshot marched Drezdin and Alistair both exposed to the elements along with Caesar the mabari strode close behind the Wardens, and Sten who acted as a rearguard for the marching Company, “do you mind if I ask you a question?” said Alistair as the two Wardens continued to lead the march.
 
  Drezdin glanced momentarily at Alistair, as his boots sank lightly into the soft dirt with each step as they walked in the presence of mountains which stood like giants above them, “go ahead” replied Drezdin, “alright this might sound odd, but what was it like?” said Alistair curiously
  
   An eyebrow was raised by Drezdin as he turned his head to face Alistair all the while keeping mind of the path, “it was lovely, now what are you talking about?” retorted the Cousland, eyebrow still cocked, “well what was it like to grow up in Highever, you know as a Noble” said Alistair with a curious disposition.
 
  Drezdin turned his sights back on the now wet and rocky path ahead, “well I figured despite being sent to the Chantry by Isolde, you would‘ve learned all about Nobles from Arl Eamon” replied Drezdin before Alistair let out a sigh, “I was a bastard you don‘t exactly get “Noble“ treatment, not that they knew I was a bastard or that Eamon ever mistreated me, its just that I didn’t really fit in, and I was just curious about you‘re life” explained Alistair as the rain persisted.
  
   The Cousland turned his eye to Alistair as the road turned rock and stern, “and you think anyone truly fits in?  but back to the subject my life’s not that interesting the usual Noble activities, extravagant dances, impressing the occasional Bann’s daughter, yearly competitive tournaments, and my personal favorite, Father’s lectures about duty and the responsibility of my name” said Drezdin nonchalantly as the Party made they’re way along the path, mountains standing tall at both flanks.
 
  “I don‘t see you as the type to take lectures well” said Alistair curiously, “I don’t, but when you respect you’re Father and he wants to have a word with you, there is not a lot you can do to avoid it” explained Drezdin as Alistair was grasping onto a memory “You know I believe  Duncan said he was born in Highever, and that man he could give a lecture about duty and do it in such a understanding way” said Alistair as he seemed lost in his memories for a moment.
 
  A sigh left Drezdin’s lips as they passed under an arching bridge of stone, “my Father‘s words never sank in until I lost it all, and Duncan had to save me, odd” said Drezdin as he adjusted his hair which had become uncomfortably soaked by the rain, “odd  like a foul cheese?   But to be honest Duncan was a good decent man, and I felt like I really did fit in when he recruited me as a Warden, like he was the only one to really just, accept me” said Alistair in a slightly morose tone.
 
  Drezdin looked over at Alistair with a grin, “I’ll accept you Brother after all technically we‘re both Nobles, just no awkward hugs” said the Cousland with a smirk, “I don‘t know what to say, so maybe we need just one hug” said Alistair his tone returning to its usually jesting sound as he raised an index finger, “good luck with that” replied Drezdin as they’re path led further south.
 
 
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  The road led them through a long and narrow passageway that cut through a divide in two of the mountains in the region, the path led straight to Sulcher’s pass a critical spot along the road as it marked the halfway point of the road through the mountains.
 
  Drezdin was at the front of the single file line through the passage with Alistair nearly  two feet behind him, “so just another wonder?” said Alistair in a childishly curious tone, “and that wonder would be?’ replied the Cousland as he navigated the narrow path.
 
  Alistair followed with a curious face, “you’ve been in our dreams when we were in the circle right?” asked Alistair, “who do you think saved you from the Fade?” said Drezdin glancing back with a smirk, “now that you ask maybe it wasn’t you, but if it was, I have to know what in Andraste’s good good graces do’s Morrigan dream about?” quietly asked Alistar while Morrigan stood further back of the two hopefully out of earshot, the rain now seeming to wane.
 
  The Cousland simply answered as swiftly and as vaguely as possible, “pray you never find out” said Drezdin as Alistair looked at him oddly, “so you‘re telling me she dreams of bad things?” said Alistair in a state the obvious manner, “no, not at all” replied Drezdin sarcastically.
 
  “So moving on through our list of Companions, did Leliana‘s dream give you a clue about her past?” whispered Alistar, stealthily pointing back at Leliana who was too deep in a conversation with Wynne to pay attention to the Wardens, “no, and I doubt I can ask her about it at the present moment” replied Drezdin in a medium tone, “hmm, well maybe you could tell her the truth, I think she might actually have a liking  for you” whispered Alistar again.
 
  “Intriguing ” said Drezdin ponderously, they’re conversation however was cut short as the end of the passage neared the sound of a voice started to materialize, “PUSH!” yelled the Voice, causing the group to prepare themselves, Drezdin even accidentally drew his broken Cousland Blade before quickly sheathing it again.
  
   The Group steadily approached the exit of the passage, Drezdin at the front motioning them to wait as the last drop fell upon his soaked frame, the pause stopping as he took strong purposeful steps around the corner blade drawn ready for anything, only to intrude upon two Dwarves attempting to move a small wagon full of assorted items.
 
  “Such unwarranted caution for them?” remarked Morrigan, the group now stood watching the pair of Dwarves trying to dislodge they’re wagon which was seemingly stuck in the mud, one of them stopped as he peeked his head around the side of the cart, an odd entranced look came upon the  blonde curly haired Dwarf as he pointed towards the group.
 
  “My boy what are you pointing at?” said the other Dwarf as he broke from his task to look around the side, the man’s brown beard seemed to jump in shock as he saw the group, “I don’t know what you want, but me and my son are just humble folk” said the man defensively, as Drezdin stood gazing at the Dwarves he felt a familiarity, “I’m not here to hurt you, and have we met before?” replied Drezdin.
 
  The Dwarf slowly approached the group as he studied their collective faces, “aye yes I remember you, you saved us from Darkspawn outside of Lothering, of course you were a bit more dry and a companion short” said the Dwarf recognizing most of the rain drenched bunch except Wynne.
  
  Drezdin looked at the Dwarves curiously as they looked at him with a bit of relief, “so what exactly are you doing out here, and what was you‘re names again?” asked the curious Cousland, “well we were about to head to Denerim from Red Cliffe two days ago, when we heard that the Regent had ordered his men to patrol the southern roads, and I know military men aren’t very gentle with merchants, so me and the boy decided to take this route to Denerim instead’ explained the Dwarf while everyone stood upon soft ground.
  
    “So you decided to take a route that is plagued with rain and the occasional wild animal, why not stay in Red Cliffe what ever you‘re name is?” said Drezdin curiously to which the Dwarf responded quickly, “we would’ve stayed and traded in that town but it wasn’t in the most stable of condition, and I though that we would’ve been past the mountains by now, but as you can see we got caught up last night” explained the Dwarf as he stepped over to the Wagon stuck in the mud.
 
  Sten looked at the two Dwarves in curiosity, “you travel a dangerous road with a cart that bears no beast of burden, foolish” said Sten observing the situation, “we had an oxen but something spooked it this morning, and it ran off to who knows where” explained the brown haired Dwarf as his companion stood silently with a cheerful grin.
 
  A plotting look came upon the face of the brown haired Dwarf, “you seem like a smart lad, I have an idea that could profit us both” said the Dwarf as Drezdin looked at him quizzically, “well what is this deal dwarf with no name?” replied the Cousland, “my name is Bodahn and that’s my son Sandal, and you look like the traveling sort” remarked Bodahn.
 
  Drezdin looked at himself then at his Companions, “well I do find myself traveling a lot recently”  remarked the Cousland, “and I assume you’re journey will lead you to Denerim eventually?” asked Bodahn curiously, “possibly” replied Drezdin, “well if you let us tag along, I have certain products I’d be willing to part with for free” explained the Dwarf.
 
  Morrigan entered abruptly into the conversation, “or we could just take them” uttered the Witch, Drezdin glancing at the Apostate then back at the Dwarf, “don’t worry about her, now what type of supplies are we talking about?” asked Drezdin his interest peeked, “well mostly food, salted pork, the assorted pickled vegetable” explained the Dwarf.
  
   Alistair looked at the Dwarf with a bit of acceptance and curiosity, “now to look at a meal ungratefully, but aren’t all those things worth a shiny sovereign?” asked Alistair as the group pondered the idea, “well yes but what is it worth if I don’t get to my destination safely, or as is the case with my Wagon being stuck, getting there at all,” explained the Dwarf as he looked at the Warden.
 
   Drezdin rubbed his chin for a moment of pondering, “you do realize that we’re prone to dangerous detours and what not?” said the Noble with a grin, “I’ve seen you fight before, and if I didn’t think you were formidable folk I wouldn’t suggest such a deal” explained Bodahn, “well then I have no problem escorting you to Denerim, eventually” remarked Drezdin as he and the Dwarf shook on they’re deal.

  As night fell upon them Drezdin and Alistair took they’re shot at dislodging the bogged Wagon, however it was only when Sten lent a hand that the Wagon seemed to just jump free.
 
  It was a quick integration into the group for the pair of Dwarves, as Leliana along with Wynne were quite welcoming to Bodahn and his odd son Sandal, Sten was more or less unenthused by them, while Morrigan seemed to just disagree with any decision Drezdin would make today, but of Drezdin’s traveling Companions it was Alistair who accepted them, or the idea of a decent meal with a grin.
  
  Bodahn did not seem too unpleased with the Party’s plotted course, despite the fact that it led them in the opposite direction Bodahn had originally plotted, and he went off to bed as the rain returned, and the Group set they’re tents on the rockiest ground they could find in Sulchers Pass.
 
  It was torrid night its air filled with the sounds of rain, and the crash of thunder off in the distance, making it incredibly difficult for Drezdin or any of Company to get a good nights sleep in they’re tents which were their main protection from the elements.
 
  But in spite of it all they had to continue weary or not in the morning if they were to meet the Mage’s at Red Cliffe.

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   It was an uncharacteristically sunny morning in these parts that Drezdin woke up to, there was a bustle around the camp as his Compatriots were busy taking down they’re tents, or distracted with the bits of food that Alistair and Bodahn were frying upon a campfire.
 
  But it was all a distraction as one of the many paths that led to Sulcher’s Pass drew Drezdin to it, the stone that lined it seemed as though they were paved by nature itself as they led him down into a descent of forest greens, and as it cam to the end path which lied upon a stone ledge, the outlook was one of beauty, a lush green land of forest and rivers that sat in the belly of the Mountains. 
 
  “I could get comfortable there” said Drezdin to himself before a cry from Alistair swiftly led him back to the camp with the imprint of the valley still on his mind, “yes?” said the Cousland as he reached the camp, “just thought you’d be hungry that’s all” explained Alistair as he removed the pan from the fire.
  
   It was delightful travelers breakfast which came as a product of well, Bodahn’s products, but as the morning grew older and the rain returned but only as a drizzle Drezdin led the Group as Sten was charged with dragging Boadahn’s wagon, the Qunari somehow was up to the task as the Party continued their way south.
 
  The roads further south were less rocky and consisted more of dirt and grass as the scenery became more and more green as the mountains just seemed less foreboding, and drifted away from the roads only to be replaced by forest the further south they went, the walk persisted uninterrupted until the early afternoon.
 
  There was a foreboding silence as the group marched along the road, forest and brush now flanked them along they’re path and a tense feeling was brought upon them as Caesar abruptly stopped and let out a mortifying growl as he peered into the trees, “let me guess, something bad isn’t it?” said Alistar as he drew his weapons, “yes” said Drezdin recognizing that growl, it was the same growl he let loose the night Howe betrayed his family.
 
  The Cousland drew his one good blade from its scabbard, as Bodahn looked curiously over at the flustered group, “wha……” was all he could say before an arrow struck his wagon next to him, Sten quickly dropped the afore mentioned Wagon and drew his blade as a burst of arrows was unleashed from the brush east of the road right upon the group.
 
  Alistair, Leliana, and Drezdin who had grasped Caesar and quickly ducked behind the wagon, in which Bodahn had also dragged his son Sandal into, hiding themselves under whatever they could, Sten was also behind the cover with  them, drawing his massive blade readying himself for battle.
 
  Wynne stood close to Morrigan in the center of the road, the two looked like sitting ducks until a magical sphere like shield surrounded them, a feat that must’ve been the work of Wynne.
 
  The bombardment lasted for only a few moments, again a foreboding silence loomed for a second before Drezdin peeked around the Wagon to see a small force charging the group, Sten was the first to greet they’re new friends with a quick decapitation of one.
 
  Drezdin with Alistair behind him stepped out of cover, disarming one with a quick slash at the wrist, leaving him for Alistair prior to impaling the aggressor’s compatriot, Leliana with an accurate eye took down an armored attacker as they attempted to attack the Group’s two enchantresses.
 
  As Alistair and Drezdin quickly cut a swath through the small group that attacked them, another yet smaller flurry was let loose from the woods, Sten took an arrow to the ankle, as the two Warden’s attempted to  dodge the arrows Alistair behind his wooden shield and Drezdin using his attackers still standing , as  cover while in combat.
 
  Morrigan saw the Warden’s insufficient cover, Wynne had produced a barrier around them as the occasional arrow flew they’re way, “old woman, when I tell you to drop the field, drop it” said Morrigan in her manipulative voice, she quickly conjured a ball of thunder much like she had before Red Cliffe castle, “drop it” she said calmly.
 
  Alistair and Drezdin where being targeted by the attackers remaining bowmen as it seemed inevitable that a arrow would strike them, Drezdin stood the last man out of the bunch he had fought using one his dead assailants as a human shield, as Alistair and Drezdin’s shield were being littered with projectiles a large explosion of electricity materialized within the woods of they’re assailants.
 
  A few bloodcurdling screams were unleashed as a blonde elf barrel rolled out of the trees into the road along with a few others,  Drezdin stepped up to  face the Formidable dual wielding assassin who had jumped to his feet, Drezdin quickly spun his sword once before their weapons met, sparks flew as Drezdin’s long sword met the  Elf’s dual short blades.
 
  The Elf who appeared to carry the most commanding presence of any of the Party’s assailants quickly attempted to follow up on they’re meeting, but Drezdin put a quick halt to the match, landing a blow to the Elf’s face with the broad of his blade  as he sidestepped the would be assassin knocking the elf out cold, Drezdin let out a sigh of relief as glanced over to see Sten marching over to him after taking care of the remaining baddies.
 
  Sten did not seem fazed by the arrow which protruded from him, “are you all right you have a bit of something there?” asked Drezdin nonchalantly pointing down at the wound, “I’ll be fine, we should move quickly however” suggested the Qunari.
 
  Drezdin simply shook his head, “Sten tie up our prisoner, he looks like he as a tale to tell” said Drezdin  pointing at the unconscious elf, before making his way to check on the others, leaving Sten to carry out his order.

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  A few moments had passed since the Elf had been knocked cold, all he remembered was being stuck with the blunt end of cold steel, and now he was blurrily awakening tied to a tree face to face with the fair skinned man who’s hazel eyes were studying him, his hands held behind his back in very formal fashion, behind standing a group who was except for one physically unharmed.
 
  The Elf let out a slight moan as he came to terms with his situation, “you know I did not expect a few things” said the Elf who bore a tattoo, “and what exactly did you not expect?” asked Drezdin inquisitively as he paced side to side.
 
  A ponderous face came upon the captive, “well I did not expect to awake at all, but I did not expect you the most Warden” said the Elf which made Drezdin shoot a curious look, “well what were you expecting, and how do you know I’m a Warden?” said Drezdin  in  interrogative fashion.
 
  “Well I’ve been given description and instructions to kill you, but I believed Wardens to be more flashy, I thought polished to a shine armor, not something that looks like a wolf got done chewing on it, all due respect however you did capture me and killed my allies” explained the longwinded Elf, Drezdin let out a sight, “it was a Fade Demon actually, and back to the point who gave you the instructions?” asked the Cousland.
 
  The Elf smirked, “well I guessed you’d want to know that, so let me divulge some information and we can avoid the harmful parts of interrogation, my name is Zevran my friends call me Zev, and my orders to kill you were passed down to me by my handlers the Antivan Crows” explained the Elf as Drezdin looked at him in surprise.
 
  “Antiva that explains the accent, a Crow never really heard about  them, but I’m guessing they’re assassins of some type, but what I need to know is who paid you to kill me?” said Drezdin  as he paced in front of the Elf, “well I was not paid the Crows were, and I believe it was a fellow by the name of Logaihn, it was a pretty big figure if I’m not mistaken” explained the Elf called Zevran.
 
  Drezdin looked at him curiously as did Alistar, “wait how did Logaihn find out we were alive?” said  Alistar curiously, “I believe one of his henchmen spotted you near that Red Cliffe place, and then contacted the Crows about four days ago” explained Zevran again, “why tell me all this?” asked Drezdin curiously, “well why not, its not like I have any reason not to, my employers did not pay me to keep my mouth shut” explained the Elf.
  
  “I see, so they paid you to talk me to death then?  Clever” said Drezdin with a smirk, “hmm, a sense of humor is possessed by my captor, very unexpected” remarked Zevran with a wry grin, “so tell me, how did you know we were going to pass through  here?” asked the Cousland ponderous on how they knew they’re whereabouts.
 
  Zevran simply smiled, “well it was just a guess, I figured any man trying to avoid being caught by a force would go through the roads less traveled, and it turns out it was a lucky guess, for the most part’ explained the Elf still tied tightly to the tree, “yes it was lucky, apart from watching you’re comrades die and getting captured” said Drezdin in his usual fashion.
 
  Zevran never removed his wry smirk, “I did say for the most part” remarked the Elf, “so finally how did you get here from Denerim so fast?” asked Drezdin inquisitively, “well there was the Horses provided by the Regent, and making sleep an afterthought” explained the Elf, “really, I haven’t seen a horse in weeks where are they?” said Drezdin excited at the prospect of riding a horse again.
 
  The Elf sighed as he turned his head away, “alas there is a funny story about that, last night you see it was storming and that  formerly fine woman over there” said Zevran looking at one of the dead bodies on the road, “she had neglected to tie horses up to a sturdy object, and last night it was storming, thunder rain all usual stormy weather, and sadly they ran off into the mountains” explained Zevran, “how did she “neglect” to tie up the horses?” asked Drezdin curiously.
 
  Zevran had a wry look to him, “she may have been distracted, but if you are done interrogating me what are you to do with me?” said the Elf curiously, Drezdin cracked a grin, “I believed you had a tale to tell and you did not disappoint, so now I’m just going to leave you here, and you may or may not wiggle free, and if you do then I presume that you’ll be coming after me again” said the Cousland in a matter of fact tone.
 
  Zevran had the look of a man with a fresh idea, “well despite being an optimist I do not believe fulfilling my task of assassinating you is very likely to ever come to fruition at any point in time soon, not that the Crows would give me the luxury of finding out, they would kill me just on the principle of failing once, so in light of all these thing I have a proposition” said the Elf.
 
   Drezdin crossed his arms in curiosity, “and what is this proposition exactly?” asked the Cousland as Zevran persisted with his wry smirk, “well my life is forfeit, either I will die a slow death tied to this tree, or the Crows will have they’re way with me, now you seem to be the type that would appreciate me and my abilities, and seeing that you’ve spared me once allow me to follow you as a Companionship would be very beneficial to us both” explained Zevran oddly cheerful for a man strapped to a tree.
 
  Alistair had an odd look of confusion and worry, “we aren’t actually thinking of taking the Assassin?  I’m already worried enough at night with some of our present Company” remarked Alistair as Drezdin pondered the idea, “I say take him, it’ll at least give me a scapegoat when Alistair is found lifeless one morning” said Morrigan barging into the conversation.
 
  Zevran had to affirm his  worth, “I have an eye for my fellow assassin types, and if it is tales that you seek taking me along with you to assist in you’re task that you undoubtedly have, would be quite the tale, no?” commented the Would Be Assassin, “indeed it would, I accept you’re proposal” spoke Drezdin as he quickly untied the Elf, Alistair had a look of concern, “I’ll trust you’re judgment, but if there were ever a sign that we were scraping the barrel, it just smacked us across the face” remarked the Templar.
 
  As Zevran came free of his binding he stretched his arms before granting his full attention to The Cousland, “I Zevran swear fealty to you until you’re task be completed, or you see fit to release me” spoke the Elf as he stood straight with a serious face, or as serious as this Elf was capable of making, “I accept this oath, now welcome to our band of reckless endeavors‘” said Drezdin as he extended a hand to shake the Elf’s.
 
  As the rest of the group stood back and watched the events unfold Wynne took a moment to voice her opinion to Leliana, “this could be a fine development, but just in case do not let him near the food” said the Elder enchantress, “I don’t believe he would turn on us after being giving a second chance, but I will be vigilant” replied the Rogue.
 
  With they’re new Companion in tow the Party prepared to set off once again after being halted by the disruption brought on by the Crows, they were but a day away from Red Cliffe, and what they would find upon they’re return was unsettling to say the least.
 
  ****()****
 
  Author’s Note:
  This was a pretty hard write if I’m to be honest, (Alistair and Drezdin’s conversations went through about two rewrites) but I’m happy with the finished product, and I don’t know if I put Zevran in the story too early but I think his arrival might spruce things up a bit more, and that’s pretty much all I wanted to say, so I hope you enjoy part 2.
  
 
   Thanks For Reading, Slim Warden.

Modifié par Slim Warden, 19 mai 2010 - 12:15 .

[westiex9]

Hehe Gotta love Zevran!



Oh and those roads are terrible, thats probably why the blight took so long to spread lol!

[Slim Warden]

westiex9 wrote...

Hehe Gotta love Zevran!

Oh and those roads are terrible, thats probably why the blight took so long to spread lol!

I heard the Archdemon stubbed their toe while traveling, that might've been the reason the Blight was a tad slow.

[LadyAly]

 - I just started to read this - and I'm glad I did. 
Wonderful written story - so different to my own journey and view's - only the frame is the same  

Again I wish english would be my native language - the description of personality and feelings is so fitting and perfect in your story  - I really like Drezdin Cousland   

Modifié par LadyAly, 20 mai 2010 - 09:53 .

[Gilgamesh1138]

ROFL! Those roads, OMG! Too funny. I love Zev. Great job as always Slim. Loving every word. YAY! : D More please.

[Slim Warden]

I'm very glad you enjoy it LadyAly, and Gil I promise that the next chapter will be up as soon as possible. I just need to remind myself to start writing before I get distracted by that exciting purchase I made at Gamestop today.

[Gilgamesh1138]

LOL! Uh oh, someone went to Gamestop? Wer are doomed! Poor Drezdin. *HUGS*

[Slim Warden]

 (Chapter 11: You Are Not Alone, Nor Will You Ever Be)
 
  - A Maleficar’s Death Note
   
   I do not know why I‘m writing upon this parchment, maybe I‘ am seeking a resolution that I know cannot be granted, or maybe  so that someone will remember there was a man here, a man who has nothing left in this world, a man that caused so much pain  for purposes that did not see farther than my own selfishness, and as I know my life is forfeit from this moment on, I will confess my failings, if for no other reason than to remind myself.
 
  There was a time I had forgotten, I had forgotten what the world was, what it felt like to know the summers breeze, what it was like to touch the winters rain, and what it was like to be cast aside by you’re family and taken away from that World, only to be locked away in an emotionless Tower for the rest of you’re life.
 
  But as the seasons arrived outside of Circle so did a person who reminded of that world, of its joys outside the Tower’s whispering stone hallways, her beauty was like the breeze of the summer, and her voice touched you as if it were the sun embracing the spirit, Lily was my only escape from the monotony of that Tower, and my only true dream was to be with her, free from the melancholy that locked us away.
 
  She accepted me like no other would, not my Mother, not the Circle, not even my best friend accepted me like Lily did, and I lied to her, I lied and led her and my best friend to what I can only imagine was they’re, their end, I was a selfish, selfish man.
 
  I wanted my dreams, my place in this world and for all that was dreamed I’ve only brought bedlam to those closest to me, I’ve destroyed the lives and the futures of so many families, for reasons that have so little worth now that I cannot even imagine trying to explain them.
 
  Nothing I will ever do can remove this growth upon my soul, every transgression I’ve committed I  cannot ask with any hope that they  be forgiven, I will only ask for yet one thing that I do not yet deserve, I need to know my Lily is not suffering for my sins, my better judgment knows that they will have no mercy for she helped me escape, and I’ am the most hated of Templar marks. I’ am a blood mage.
 
  But the hope that even if she hates me, that her life is one free of my mistakes is a dream that I will hold on to as I sit here watching my body wither away from this death sentence I’ve placed upon myself, but it is my chance to restrain that which seeks to harm good people, this is my last chance to do something right.
  
   - I’ am Jowan, and I have sinned.
 
  ****()****  
  
  
   It had been an odd day or two since Drezdin had allowed the elf Zevran a place in the group, they had set up camp the night before and there was not a moment when the Elf was not monitored or watched by the likes of Sten, Alistair or Wynne.
 
  And even as they left the rain of the mountains behind them and  marched to the much drier Red Cliffe under the late morning‘s sun, Drezdin could not help but notice Alistair’s nervous glances at the Assassin who marched near the back with the imposing Sten who was dragging along Bodahns wagon.
 
   So as anyone could imagine the Cousland’s day was about to get more awkward, the Group finally arriving at Red Cliffe’s door but not to the unwelcoming darkness that had plagued it before, but to a more deceitful calm that would only grow grimmer as they marched past the entry marker and across a stone bridge, and upon reaching the other side they were greeted anxiously by a familiar face.
 
  “My friends I know that you must be exhausted from you’re travels but there is a situation” exclaimed Bann Teagan who looked as though he had been waiting there for the last few days, “really?  So has everything gone horribly wrong?” asked Drezdin in his usual sarcastic matter of facto manner as his Companions came to a halt behind him, “no but strange things happened after you left” said the Bann in a slightly disturbed voice.
 
  Alistair could not help but question the situation, “what type of strange are we talking about, the good strange or the bad strange?” asked Alistair concern within his tone, “well I’m not sure, but its mostly bad, a day after you left the Demon that possesses Connor had started sending monsters down from the second level, and Isolde, The Blood Mage and I had no choice but to flee” explained Bann Teagan taking a slight pause as a dry wind blew past the group.
 
  Drezdin crossed his arms with an attentive eye as the Bann continued, “Isolde and I ran through the main doors out into courtyard, but when I looked back the Mage was gone, I went to try and pry open the doors but they were locked” said Teagan as he glanced back at the Castle which stood tall in the distance.
 
  The Cousland’s curiosity was peeked by the explanation and the lack of one, “that’s very peculiar, but I also need to know where are the Mages from the Circle?” asked Drezdin curiously, “the mages they arrived last night, I explained what happened and they told us to stay away from the castle then made a bee line straight up to the castle, but Isolde didn’t heed they’re words and chased after them” explained Teagan concerned.
 
  Drezdin sighed as he turned around to face his party, “Bodahn you and you’re son stay here, everyone else we’ve got a castle to crash” said Drezdin with a calm charisma, the general response was a nod of the head or in Sten’s case a drop of the Wagon.
 
  “Be careful my friend, I should keep watch in case any of Logaihn’s men wander near, the Mages informed of the patrol, and please make sure no one is harmed ” said Teagan with a slightly disappointed voice that seemed to long to serve a greater purpose in this event before the Group began their ascent up to the Castle.
 
  “Blood Mages, possessed children, you really chose interesting tasks Warden” said Zevran in an oddly amused tone, “that I do” replied Drezdin grinning as he led the troupe,  the cousland upping  the tempo of his  purposeful steps to the Castle.
 
  And as the Castle came closer, it became obvious that whatever they would find, it would be very pleasant.

  ****()****  
 
  Red Cliffe castle was an imposing piece of architecture, and as Drezdin led his Group through the castle’s main gate into the courtyard it was a strange sight to see, Isolde sat upon a barrel with two mages at her side guarding the Orlesian woman.
 
  Isolde had noticed the group approaching, letting out a few words of concern as they neared, “ you must help they will not let me into the castle, I need to know what has become of my Son and Husband” spoke Isolde attempting the stand up before a mage pressed down on her shoulder denying her action, “I’m sorry milady but that was the First Enchanter’s order” said one of the two Mages who’s hair was long and blonde, his voice  ringing a familiar bell sung through wooden doors.
 
  Drezdin cocked an eyebrow as he stood in front of Isolde and the Mages, “so I take it that Irving is waiting in the castle?” remarked  The Cousland, “yes he told me to send you straight to him” replied the Blonde Mage pointing at the grand halls entrance, “so how bad is it in there?’ asked Drezdin ponderous of what awaits within the Castle.
 
  “Well Warden, its not good, but I can say it could be worse” replied the Mage, “that’s not vague” replied Drezdin as he turned towards the doors into the castle, “well you should probably get going, Irving really needs to see you” said the man again, “that I will do, whatever you’re name is” remarked Drezdin, “its godwin, and I believe you met me in the tower, I was the armoire you spoke with” replied Godwin
 
  Isolde grew very anxious as she hung her head in dismay, “ please just go and save my family” uttered the Orlesian in anguish,  “sure, not like we‘ve been busy the last few days” retorted Drezdin as he motioned his group forward.
 
  The Cousland led them away from Isolde and the Mages, Godwin and Isolde looked on with concerned face as Godwin’s fellow Mage who stood on the opposite side of Isolde, looked on silently wearing a high collared robe that covered most of a wound that seemed to creep up from his neck to his cheeks, what one could only guess was a souvenir from an Abomination.
  
   ****()****
 
  The stone forged  main hall was one of ruckus as Irving, a Templar and a handful of mages gathered around the center of the room around rearranged tables and chairs arguing over what they should do, a storm of words that seemed concerned and uncertain about the proper course of action.
 
   Morrigan seemed to take a silent pleasure at the sight of the Circle’s remaining few bickering, but her subtle smile was not noticed by Irving as he took notice of the approaching group, “ah yes it is good that you have arrived so we may proceed with the ritual, but there is something you must see first” said Irving, his old and wizened tone turning from optimistic to morose.
 
  Drezdin shot a ponderous face, “this isn’t a good thing is it?’ asked Drezdin as Irving motioned him alone to follow, “I believe you became acquainted with one of my former apprentices, Jowan” said Irving as he led Drezdin to a shut door in the main chamber, “yes I have, not in the most gracious of circumstances however” remarked Drezdin as Irving put his hand upon the door.
 
  “As you know he was a blood mage, and what he has done I will let see with your own eyes” said Irving pushing the door open, the room that it led into was spacious and seemed like a oversized hallway, but within the center of the room sat a withered figure that sat in a chair dragged from the main chamber.
 
  Drezdin marched into the room with disturbed glint in his eyes as he approached and examined the frail man, the Cousland’s looked turned to surprise realizing that the man sitting within the room was none than Jowan, “he is still alive, but just barely” said Irving standing near the door.
 
  The Cousland looked over at the First Enchanter with a curious and perturbed look, “what exactly happened here?” asked the Cousland as Irving approached and handed him a piece of paper, “this situation is odd,  Jowan used blood magic to trap the Demon’s thralls in the upper levels, but the spell needed a source of life to link itself with, and Jowan gave his” said Irving opening the door that Jowan sat staring blankly into, revealing a magical red barrier between them and a stair way.
 
  Drezdin quickly investigated Jowan’s last note before looking at Irving curiously, “so what happens now?” said the Cousland in purposeful tone, “we proceed with the ritual, Jowan’s spell will not interfere and his barrier will be useful until it needs to be removed” explained Irving, “and I’m guessing he’s going to die?” asked Drezdin with a grim matter of facto tone.
 
  “Sadly yes, but there is much to do until that need be dealt with” said  Irving quite morose as he exited the room, Drezdin lingered for a moment at the door, glancing back with a sorrowful expression at the shell of Jowan who seemed to almost be returning the glance shifting his foggy eyes, the Cousland let out a sigh before following the lead of Irving
 
  The   Circles Group and Drezdin’s Posse stood in the grand chamber spaced around a Templar who stood in the center holding a large chalice full of a glowing blue liquid, “that is lyrium, it will be the source of power that sends whoever you may chose into the Fade” explained the First Enchanter as the group opened up allowing a path thru to the chalice.
 
  Irving took the grail from the Templar as Drezdin stood beside him, “so who of us Mages will you send into the Fade?” asked Irving looking at Drezdin for a decision, Drezdin glanced over at the eldest member of his group with a confident grin, “I believe Wynne would be suitable” replied Drezdin as Wynne stepped forward, “I accept this task” replied Wynne as she placed herself in front of Irving.
 
  The room went dark as a ballad of whispers was chanted by the Mages that filled the hall, the liquid which filled the chalice in Irving’s hands glowed blindingly as Wynne placed her hands over it, while the chant grew louder as an unnatural air filled the hall shuddering and flailing the tapestries that decorated it.
  
   And then it abruptly came to a stop as the chants came to halt at the sight of Wynne’s body collapsed limply before being caught by  Drezdin and the sole Templar in the room who’s identity seemed lost to all as he had donned his helmet.
 
  Drezdin and the Templar placed Wynne upon a table, the Cousland then walking over to a wall so he could lean on it as he prepared for what surely would be a grueling period of time, he looked over at Leliana who seemed to be amazed by the spectacle just seen, Alistair had nearly the same expression.
 
  However Sten did not share they’re enthusiasm, the Qunari only looking on with an sullen face and a glint of disapproval, Morrigan as well seemed unimpressed at the display of magic, however Zevran looked on with a look of satisfaction for the show just put on and gave a slight nod.
 
  The Cousland crossed his arms as he put his back against the wall,  closing his eyes collecting himself and his thoughts as they waited patiently for whatever would come to past, as Drezdin set a watchful eye back on Wynne’s limp body it would only be a matter of time before something came to pass.

  *****()*****

  The room was silent for a uncomfortable period that could’ve been minutes, but felt as though hours were passing by, Irving sat at the table Wynne had been placed upon with a face of  deep concern as whispers were starting to flow from the mouths of the First Enchanter’s underlings.
 
  But it was with a quick and sudden gasp for air that Wynne returned to the realm of the living, a wide eyed expression on her face as she grasped the surroundings, “Wynne is everything well?” said Irving looking for a pleasant answer as the rest of the rooms inhabitants looked on.
 
   “yes Irving, the boy was possessed by a Demon of desire but I’ am certain I drove it out” replied Wynne in a strong tone as she sat up, seemingly recovered from her out of body experience, “lovely” replied Drezdin as he approached the table while Irving motioned one of his Mages outside possibly to retrieve Isolde, and maybe even Teagan.
 
  Irving looked over at Drezdin a non  sanguine look upon his face that radiated down to his bushy beard,
“with the ritual finished sadly…..” spoke Irving before being interrupted by Drezdin, “sadly Jowan needs to die now, right?” said Drezdin with a blunt and grim tone, “yes” replied Irving slowly.
  
  The Cousland nodded before approaching Leliana, “I need the journal from the Tower of Magi that I handed to you” said Drezdin putting his hand out as she passed it to him without a word, Wynne looked at Drezdin with sympathetic eyes as she knew the grim task awaiting him as Irving had quickly explained Jowan’s condition to her and the rest of Drezdin’s Companions.
 
  Drezdin stopped just a foot past Irving and Wynne, “I have one question, what are the faiths of Lily and Solona?’ asked Drezdin as he glanced back at the Enchanter, “Lily was sent to the Mage’s prison, Solona was to suffer a similar punishment but Uldred killed her when he staged his coup” explained Irving in a soft and melancholy tinged tone.
 
  A sigh left Drezdin’s lips as he grabbed a chair from the hall with his left hand while he held Lily’s journal in his right and carried it with him into the room which Jowan had withered within, he placed the small chair aside as he shut the door behind him, picking the furniture back up before walking over to the front of the sitting shell of Jowan and then using it to take a seat.
 
  Drezdin sat down leaning forward holding the book in his hands, “hello Jowan” spoke Drezdin as the frail Blood Mage’s eyes glared nearly lifelessly at him, “I know that you’re very saddened by you’re past, but I tell you now that what you’ve done here is bloody heroic” said Drezdin in a comforting tone as Jowan’s glare seemed to just dull.
 
  “But I know that doesn’t mean much now” said Drezdin as he opened up the jouranl, “but I know what you care for in this world, and I know that Lily is not suffering for you’re deeds, they banished her away to some dull chantry up north, and in spite of the fact we both know you’ll never see her again,  I know that she must still love you, it says so in her memoirs” spoke Drezdin looking straight into Jowan’s eyes with the persuasion of a Noble, Jowan just stared attentively letting out a choking croak in an attempt to reply. 
  
   “You’ve fulfilled an act of sacrifice that was not even you’re duty to perform, and  as you die here now I make an  oath that I will tell Lily the hero you are, and she will surely continue loving you, in this realm or the next” said Drezdin in a fiendishly convincing and comforting tone, “its time to let go” spoke Drezdin in a half whisper.
 
  Jowan eyes seemed to shine with a vague hope as Drezdin’s words rang through his ears, a sickly and painful smile grew on the face of the mage as he embraced death and slowly slipped from this world, a silent last breath was his last earthly sound as he now sat dead upon his chair.
 
  The Cousland let out a sigh as he stood up and  shut the still gazing eyes of Jowan before looking over at the shut door he entered from, “you can come in now he’s dead” said Drezdin collecting himself quickly as Isolde and Irving were first to enter both quickly proceeding up the stairs, Drezdin’s Companions followed soon after.
 
  Wynne looked at the now dead Jowan, noticing not a single wound, “did he die quickly?” sad Wynne saddened to see the corpse of a former compatriot, “yes” replied Drezdin, “I see no wounds, tell me how exactly did he die?” asked Morrigan deviously curious as to what the Cousland’s actions were.
 
  “I told him what any dying man deserves to hear, and he just moved on” replied Drezdin looking over at the corpse with pity, “and what does a dying man deserve?” asked Morrigan slightly scornful in her tone, “whatever he needed to believe to die a happy death, most souls deserve that at the least” explained Drezdin looking the Witch in the eye, “so are we to comfort every dying soul?” asked Morrigan, “as I said “Most“ not all” replied Drezdin as he looked to the stairwell.
 
  “So did you lie to him?” asked Sten bluntly, “yes I did Sten, but I also made a promise that I will make good one day” replied Drezdin in a dutiful tone as they began to climb the stairs up to the second level, and from the joyful cheers of Isolde one could only guess Connor was fine.

  However while his Son was well, Arl Eamon was discovered to  still be stricken with illness and his absence from the waking world would only spark another task that needed to be accomplished.
   
  Author’s Note:
  Hallelujah chapter eleven its finished and I pray you enjoy my little twist with Jowan, I always liked him and didn’t like how he just drifted out of the story after the Red Cliffe quest was completed,.
  Doing it this way I just thought that if I killed him off like this at least he’ll be sort of the hero of the moment seeing as he sacrificed himself so a greater good could be achieved.
 So yeah enjoy.

  Thanks For Reading,  Slim Warden.

Modifié par Slim Warden, 26 mai 2010 - 10:40 .

[Gilgamesh1138]

Slim! Loved this! From the letter to Jowan's end and Drezdin's promise. Wonderful! And I love your discriptions of RedCliffe. Thanks for givng up Drezdin's wild ride! : D

[westiex9]

Slim this is really cool, i love how it ties in with the chapter in the mages tower!



Keep up with the awesome writing!

[Slim Warden]

 (Chapter 12: That one Night In the Inn, Get It?)
 
  A philosopher once remarked that life is a ever continuing stream of tasks that there is no respite from, and the situation in Red Cliffe was a perfect example of that statement. 
 
  The salvation of Connor was only a stepping stone it seemed as Arl Eamon who despite being discovered alive was in a state of comatose lying motionless in his bed, Wynne explained to Drezdin, Isolde and everyone who cared to listen that it was possible the Desire Demon that possessed Connor may have put Eamon under a hex.
 
  But every curse can be broken, and Isolde had already taken steps to find a cure weeks before Drezdin and Co arrived in Red Cliffe, she had heard legend of Andraste’s sacred ashes which were said to possess otherworldly powers, and sent the Arling’s knights as well as hired a well renown researcher a brother of the Chantry named Genitivi.
 
  Now while  Irving and most of the Mages have departed and are heading back to the Tower while the few remaining Mages watch over Arl Eamon, the Party is gathering as much information from the Arl’s study as possible since Isolde and Teagan gave freedom to carouse its contents , a task which is being performed by Drezdin and Alistair.  
 
  “So why are we the only two searching the study?” asked Alistair  rearranging books and documents on the Arl’s desk, searching for any thing of use, “other than the obvious?” replied Drezdin as the Cousland investigated the book shelf placed on the north end of the not so spacious room.
  
   Alistair had looked through every inch of the desks top before peering through the open door and hallway that led back to the grand hall, “well it is a bit stuffy in here, but I figured that there could be another reason” remarked the Templar.
 
  Drezdin sighed as stepped away from the book case and took a seat at the Arl’s desk, “and what could that reason be?” asked Drezdin with a curious tone, sitting back in the wooden chair, “well we do have some not exactly um completely trustworthy companions, especially when secret documents may be involved” remarked Alistair in a worrying tone as Drezdin leaned forward in the seat.
 
  “You mean Morrigan and Zevran” replied Drezdin in a matter of facto tone glancing over at Alistair, his fellow Warden looking at him with worry, “yes, I-I’m just not comfortable around either of them, Zevran tried to kill us, and well you already know my opinion of the Heartless One” replied Alistair in nervous fashion.
 
  Drezdin grinned as he replied, “honestly their not the Maker’s chosen, but in times like these we can’t exactly be picky” spoke Drezdin as he looked ponderously down at the locked shelves on the desk, “well I know you’re right, I just say we be careful” said Alistair with a wide smile as he were a child asking for candy.
 
  The Cousland looked up at his Companion with a blank face, “we will, now did you search these shelves?” retorted Drezdin as he looked back at the locked compartments, “no, I didn’t want to break anything, an……..” spoke Alistair before being interrupted by the crackling sound of Drezdin breaking one of the locks with his broken family blade.
 
  “There we go” uttered the Cousland plucking a folded up map and necklace from the desk’s compartment as Alistair looked at him in bewilderment, “y-you just broke open Eamon’s desk, I know Isolde and Teagan don‘t know where Eamon put the keys, but was that really necessary?” stated Alistair in shock, “very” nonchalantly   replied the Cousland.
 
  Alistair just sighed as Drezdin unfolded the map, the aged parchment was a well scrawled chart of Fereldan, “its in a lot better condition than our other map” remarked Alistair, “just as long as someone doesn’t drop this one in the mud” said Drezdin glancing momentarily at Alistair.
 
  The Templar took a step back, “don‘t worry, I‘m sure I think of much more interesting places to lose my grip” jokingly replied Alistair with a grin, “I can’t wait” replied Drezdin in sarcastic fashion as he folded the map, the necklace that was found with it becoming visible to Alistair.
 
  Alistair stared at the piece of jewelry with reminiscing eyes, “that, that is my mother’s amulet” said Alistair in a soft tone as Drezdin stood up, the Cousland looking down at the polished trinket, “well if you’re sure then here you go” retorted Drezdin as he handed it over to Alistair.
 
  Drezdin’s fellow Warden stared at the amulet for a second before looking back at him, “I broke this amulet when Eamon sent me to the Chantry, I threw it out of anger and I, I’ve just  regretted it ever since” said Alistair as a morose glint  was then followed by a ponderous look, “it appears Arl Eamon cared enough to fix it” said Drezdin a smirk on his face.
 
  A curious face still upon his friend Alistair, “you really think so?” asked Alistair with a glint in his eye, “there’s a myriad of reasons you could’ve fixed it, but I believe that’s the most plausible one by a mile” stated Drezdin as he gave Alistair a pat on the shoulder, the Templar gazing at the many curves of the necklace’s chain, “a thank you would be proper” remarked Drezdin with raised eyebrow.
  
   Alistair broke his gaze away from the amulet “oh yes thank you, I guess if you didn’t break the lock we wouldn’t have found this” replied Alistair a grin growing upon his face however the conversation cordially   interrupted by one Bann Teagan.
 
  “I trust you are doing well my friends?” asked Teagan in a very chivalrous tone, “sure, counting the fact that we’re facing a blight, a civil war, and a few other nasty things” replied Drezdin in his usual fashion, Teagan held back a cough,  looking at the Cousland shaking his head with a grin, “well uh yes, I just wanted to let you know that I have arranged a nights long lodging for you at the local inn whenever you are ready” remarked Teagan.
 
  Drezdin smirked at the thought of sleeping in a bed, “its appreciated” remarked Drezdin as he gave Teagan a thankful handshake, “I’ve also paid for the Inn’s owner to make ready a few baths for you and you‘re companions” Teagan added, “Maker knows we need them” replied Alistair glancing at his unwashed attire.
 
  The Cousland quickly placed the folded map in his satchel, “I believe that we are ready to enjoy a nights rest” said Drezdin as Teagan motioned them to follow, “also I gave the pretty red head, the parchment with Genitivi’s  home in Denerim” stated Teagan as the two Warden’s followed.
 
  A slight curiosity took Drezdin, “so what should we expect from this Genitivi?” asked The Cousland as they approached the rest of his Companions, “I do not rightly know, Isolde doesn’t either as she’s only conversed with him by way of letter” replied the Bann, “so he could be an absolute screw ball and we won’t know about it?” asked Alistair.
 
  “No he seemed normal in the letters” stated  Teagan, “most psychopaths do” was the matter of fact response from Drezdin, Teagan grinning as he spoke again “and also Isolde wanted me to tell you how thankful she is, she would be with us right now, but she refuses to leave Connor unattended” stated Teagan as they entered the Grand hall where Zevran, Leliana and Wynne stood conversing, Morrigan and Sten seemed to have drifted outside to the courtyard.
 
  “Just keep the kid safe” replied Drezdin as they parted company, “I will see you tomorrow before you depart my friend” was the farewell from Teagan as he walked off, and Wynne then spoke to the approaching Wardens, “so I trust that you have found something useful?” was the elderly Woman’s question, “yes, and we’re also going to be staying at the local Inn tonight, so lets make haste” spoke Drezdin motioning the group to depart.
 
  Swiftly exiting out to the dusk’s sun into the  courtyard where they met up with Sten and Morrigan who were silently occupying opposite ends of the unkempt court, another motion of Drezdin’s right hand was enough to signal them to follow.
 
  The night was descending upon the town and it would be a night of some revelations as Drezdin and Company descended from the Castle to the towns Inn.
 
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  Baths were the most expensive luxury to request at any Inn, they were tedious to prepare and it required many trips from a water supply to fill the wooden tubs used in Fereldan, and it did not help that the only help the owner of Red Cliffe’s Inn slash Tavern had run off to Denerim after Drezdin paid her way.
 
  But despite that the Group had saved Red Cliffe and along with a bit of compensation for the work, the bath was prepared in the tavern’s backroom, but even after all that the man would still remind Drezdin of his actions nearly a fortnight ago, granting the Cousland the last bath of the night, setting up a queue that started with Leliana.
  
  Drezdin watched through out the evening as one by one his companions apart from Sten who was a tad too tall for the tub, and Caesar for the obvious fact he was dog enter then exit the backroom, sitting with his legs  perched up on one of the tavern’s tables just observing as the wooden tub was filled and emptied many times as Cousland patiently waited for his bath.
  
   One that would prove to be unsatisfactory as the Innkeeper had neglected to heat up some water as he did for the rest of his companions, leaving only the frosty water collected from the nearby stream, Drezdin just shook his head and sighed gazing upon the lukewarm token of appreciation prior to shedding his clothes as it could possibly be the only time he could cleanse himself for a while. 
 
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  Leliana stood outside her room in a creaky hallway lit by a few dim lanterns conversing with the Elder Enchantress Wynne, “our Warden friend is an interesting young man is he not?” said Wynne ponderously drifting away from whatever topic they had been conversing over, “which of the two do speak of?” replied the Minstrel curiously.
 
  “Well the young Cousland, I have met many young men in my day and he is one of  intrigue” explained Wynne as Leliana looked at her with a sullen look, “I’m not very interested in talking of him” retorted Leliana with a smug humph, “and for what reason would that be child?” asked Wynne in a soft an grandmotherly tone.
 
  “I spoke my piece, and you where there when I did, no?” said Leliana rapidly eager to move past the subject, “yes I was there, when you accused him of an act that he did not commit” said Wynne in a wise tone, “but he must’ve, and he sounded proud of his actions when I confronted him” retorted Leliana slightly confused at the situation.
 
  Wynne just wagged her finger in a manner that said no, “he spoke proudly of his actions, but he did not confess to the exact action that you accused him of, I’m afraid that he has a silver tongue child” explained Wynne as Leliana had a slight revelation, “so he, he just let me go on with my rant and encouraged when he could’ve claimed himself innocent?” asked Leliana non too pleased with the situation.
 
  Wynne just nodded her head, “he explained to Alistair and I that he had nothing to do with the Girl anymore, but I ponder why you were so upset?” replied Wynne in a interested manner, “I’m still upset, he made me look like a fool for his own entertainment, and the reason I was originally upset is because I saw that she was not kind to him at time, and I thought it foolish that he simply fall for her again” explained Leliana a slightly stressed tinge to her voice.
 
  Wynne raised a brow as she looked at Leliana’s eyes which seemed deep in thought, “I believe you were angry because you felt he was a friend, and you must’ve known the relations he had with Morrigan, so when she treated him ill you wanted to help you’re friend, and believing that he just pushed aside you’re concern must’ve been upsetting” explained Wynne in a long winded and enlightening lecture that did not skip a beat.
 
  Leliana hung her head slightly glancing up at Wynne, “I thought he was arrogant at first, then I believed he possessed a gentle soul, and then I believed he was my friend but I’ am not sure what to think of him anymore” said Leliana the uncertainty of her thoughts visible on her face.
 
  Wynne just smirked as she saw Drezdin walk down the hall straight to his room, “well why not talk to him, you will never be certain of someone unless you stop making assumptions and actually learn what it is that makes them” spoke Wynne in a educated posture, “thank you Wynne, if the Maker will it maybe I will be as wise as you one day” replied Leliana, Wynne just cracking a soft smile as the redhead approached Drezdin’s door.
 
  Drezdin heard a loud knock upon the candle lit room’s door, passing by Caesar who was staring out the room’s lone window, The Cousland slowly opening the door to Leliana who stood there attentively, “hi” spoke Drezdin with a smirk, “I know that you lied that day, about Morrigan” said Leliana in a gentle and curious manner.
 
  “I wouldn’t say I lied,  I prefer misled” explained Drezdin, standing in the doorway dressed in casual clothes, “well if you want to say that then you can, but it was rather despicable, no?” asked Leliana ponderously, “it wasn’t the most noble thing to do, I had been with her before but not on the night in question, and for what its worth I meant you no harm” spoke Drezdin.    
 
  “I knew and I believe that I must apologize as well for starting the scene, but what possessed you to just play coy?” retorted Leliana in a questioning tone, “it was rather intriguing to see you aggravated over me, I was in awe of you’re ferocious beauty, and I just had to observe” explained Drezdin with a Noble’s smirk, “I-I, you know I find it hard to understand you” said Leliana trying to redirect to conversation as a slight redness developed upon her cheeks.
 
  Drezdin kept eye contact with the Rogue as his smirk disappeared and a convivial glint entered his eyes, “need you?” spoke Drezdin in a half whisper, “well no, but I would like to see what drives our leader” said Leliana as she took a step back not breaking there eye contact as she held her hands together tightly before speaking again.
 
  “You act so distant from the world yet you always act in its behalf, ” spoke Leliana as she started looking around ominously, “I wonder, is it religious zeal that drives you?” asked Leliana as Drezdin’s smirk returned, “is a real act’s righteousness one that is provoked by a lust to please a ethereal being, or is it an act performed because it suits you, and well  my life suits me” replied Drezdin as Leliana took just a moment to register.
 
  The Rogue looking up at Drezdin with a look of slight acknowledgment, “so it is that you simply do the right thing because you want to?” asked Leliana with a very pleased glint to her eye, “I could complicate it a bit, but basically that’s the idea” retorted Drezdin as Leliana took a step back, “well good night Drezdin, and you uh, look very charming this evening” said Leliana as she took notice of the Cousland’s now trimmed and rather dapper goatee.
 
  Drezdin smirked as she started to walk off, “I can think of no words to describe the exquisiteness of you’re presence” replied Drezdin in a charming fashion, “flatterer” was the silent reply of Leliana as she walked away, and Drezdin slowly shut his door.
 
  And as the door creaked shut a draft caused the candle flicker and Caesar to growl, the Cousland turning around to a surprising yet all too familiar situation, “so our handsome Warden’s interest has been peeked by another, how quickly you move on” spoke Morrigan who stood in front of the window.

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  “Have we ever had a conversation that started in a usual fashion?” asked Drezdin as he paced around the room, Caesar just cautiously watching the Witch, “I did not take you as a person that believed in the usual, yet I see you’re appreciation for the common” spoke Morrigan in a rather condescending tone nudging towards the door having watched the talk Drezdin had with the Rogue.
 
  The Cousland simply crossed his arms as he leaned back against a wall, “so you have snuck into my room simply to continue our game, for I have no real interest in it any longer” replied Drezdin as Morrigan simply laughed, “how full of pride you are, but I’ am not here to play games for I have been thrust into a very uncomfortable situation” spoke Morrigan as she now paced in a slow and conniving matter.
 
  “I can’t imagine climbing into my window was very comforting” spoke Drezdin in a matter of fact composition, “ha ha, for you’re information I flew through you’re window” replied Morrigan as Drezdin sighed, “oh yes the whole shape shifting thing, I was started to think it was a sham” spoke Drezdin with a blank face.
 
  Morrigan stopped and just glared at the Noble, “ ’tis not a sham I assure you, but I need to speak with you about my mother” said Morrigan in a business like tone, “so what’s to discuss of the kooky old bat?” said Drezdin with a slight grin, “I have read her grimoire  and I have discovered the secret to her immortality” spoke Morrigan ominously.
 
  “So I’m guessing some type of human sacrifice is involved” spoke Drezdin in nonchalant manner, “you are disturbingly close, it turns out that I have had sisters, and it turns out that Flemeth is one of those sisters now” explained Morrigan in a oddly confusing manner, “that’s not hard to follow” sarcastically replied Drezdin stepping forward away from the wall.
 
  The Apostate took a sullen face, “she raises daughters to use as vessels, and I recognize the conditioning that she raised the others under, I’ am to be her next vessel in what is a long list of vessels” explained Morrigan in manner that would be foreboding to most, “and let me guess, you need my help” said Drezdin bluntly.
 
  “Flemeth must die, ‘tis a task that I believe only you can carry out without my assistance, I have know way of knowing what will happen when she falls dead for I believe that her spirit may carry on, I’m not completely certain of the repercussions that may or may not follow” explained Morrigan as Drezdin just looked at her with a strangely attentive face.
 
  The Cousland crossed his arms as he looked her in the eye, “we’re not exactly in the best position to attack a fabled Witch of The Wilds” spoke Drezdin looking over at his pack of fatigued equipment which had been taken up to the room prior to his arrival by Alistair, “she is not invincible, and all I ask is that you do this favor when possible, and I will in a sense owe you a favor” said Morrigan as backed up towards the window.

  Drezdin uncrossed his arms leaning his head forward with uncertain eyes, “I still need to know more about these magics and such before I commit to anything” spoke Drezdin as he again leaned back into a relaxed state, “very well, but I will not give you anymore details until you do” retorted Morrigan  leaning her lower back against the window frame, “then I’ll need to think this over” stated the Cousland, resting his hand upon a small table in the middle of the room.
 
  Morrigan simply smirked as she just fell backwards out the window,  followed by few raven feathers flying  into the room due to the draft of the moonless and cloudy night, the Cousland shutting the window before blowing out the candle and laying his head down to rest.
  
  There were many thoughts running through the Cousland’s head, but he put them aside as he shut his heavy eyes, it was the first time he had slept in a decent bed for weeks and he could sort out his troubles in the morning.

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 Author’s Note:
  This would  seem as a rather simple chapter, but it’s a build up of some things that develop later on in the story.
  And also I’ve been distracted lately by certain things, but I’m glad to say that I’m pretty much free to write as I will over the next few days, and I promise that the chapter will be up a faster than it took to post this one up.
  So as always I hope you enjoy this chapter, and yeah.

  Thanks For Reading,  Slim Warden.

Modifié par Slim Warden, 02 juin 2010 - 12:22 .

[Gilgamesh1138]

*Does happy dance of sublime joy*



YAY more Drez! It isn't a simple chapter Slim, it's wonderful! Great job! Love the passive aggressive barkeep giving Drez the cold water. Fat slob that he is.

[westiex9]

I agree with Gil Lloyd is a nasty piece of work (and his ale is overpriced swill!)



Also Having Alistair and Drezdin hunting through the arls study was awesome, Drezdin is such a mischievous character! every time i read this fan fic he manages to make me chuckle!



Keep up the awesome work slim!

[Slim Warden]

  (Chapter 13: Look A Harbinger)
  
  Is it a measure of one’s character that a man rushes through the dark, the creaking of  wooden walkways under  foot as he runs with the unconscious body of a little girl slung over his shoulder.
 
  The crushing sound of collapse around him echoing through the near pitch black environment while he gasps for one last breath of air as the ground crumbles beneath him and all he can do to determine his faith, is leap.
 
 

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  It was a bright and yellow morning that Drezdin Cousland awoke to, stretching as he donned his cloth and armor just prior to marching out followed by his hound Caesar into one of the Inn’s  hallways, navigating his way into the bar past Sten and Alistair before heading outside only to be given greetings by the warm  embrace of Red Cliffe‘s environment.

  The dry dirt of Red Cliffe seemed to be crackling as dust plumes were present around the town, the insignificant clouds were no distraction to Bodahn as The Dwarf and Son tidied up they’re wagon of goods at the base of the hill that led up to the Inn.
 
  However the dust did bother Morrigan in a rather frustrating sense as the Witch sat upon a small chair next to the Tavern slash Inn’s door with a book pried wide open, the Apostate scrimmaging through each page with intent of seeking out answers.
 
  Morrigan took notice of Drezdin as she momentarily glanced away from her reading, “so have you taken my offer into consideration yet?” asked the Apostate as Drezdin looked on at the sight of the sun drenched town, “well good-day to you too Morrigan” replied Drezdin in a sarcastic ply as he turned his attention now to the Witch.
 
  The Cousland looking at her with a slight grin, “I have little time for pleasantries, I need to know if you will help me or not so that we move on” spoke Morrigan in a cold and frantically business like tone as she looked back at the Grimoire’s  contents, “usually people are pleasant went they ask one to risk their life” replied Drezdin leaning against the Inn’s outer wall opposite the door from Morrigan.
 
  The Apostate moaned a frustrated sigh as she shut the book, “I will not beg you for aid, but I need an answer ‘tis a grave distraction that I possess, and I seek to be done with it soon” spoke Morrigan as  she practically sneered at the Displaced Noble.
 
  Drezdin sighed as placed his right index finger and thumb against his eyebrow in a frustrated manner as he thought of how Flemeth compared to his parents, there were few to no similarities, “fine, I will help you kill you’re mother but not at this moment, we’ve got the Arl to handle among other things” spoke Drezdin as glanced at his worn out equipment.
 
  The Witch of The Wild’s face was marked with a victorious grin as she gazed at the Cousland, “very well, but I would be most pleased if we were to take care of her soon” spoke Morrigan standing up as Drezdin noticed Bann Teagan approaching in the distance, “of course you would” uttered Drezdin nonchalantly as Morrigan stepped to his side placing her hand on his shoulder.
 
  “And what of this game that you believe we are playing, what is to become of it” asked Morrigan in a near whisper, “I think we both understand, that I don’t set the rules” replied Drezdin as  he stepped away from the wall  and Morrigan to greet Teagan.
 
  Morrigan cracked a smug and subtle smile as she retreated into the Inn, leaving Drezdin, Teagan, the Dwarves to converse, “AH my friend I hope you are well rested after a night” greeted Teagan with a weary yet cordial face,  as he closed the distance between him and the Cousland.

  Drezdin  quickly met up with Teagan while Bodahn and Sandal who were meticulously organizing they’re wares, “as could be expected, also I was just on my way to see if Owen could have a look at our equipment” spoke Drezdin as Teagan looked at him with a grim posture, “I’m afraid that won’t happen my friend, the day after you left for the tower he took his daughter and everything he could carry and fled to Denerim, he said it would be safer there” explained Teagan with a disappointed tone.
 
  A sigh left Drezdin’s lips as he looked down at the dirt then back at Teagan, “lovely, just lovely” spoke the Cousland  with sarcastic glee, “I would offer you equipment from the castle’s armory, but with Owens’ departure we barely have enough to outfit the militia” spoke Teagan in an apologetic note.
 
  The Cousland looked at Teagan with a straight face, “no problem Teagan, just remember me when I get maimed because I was wearing insufficient armor” spoke Drezdin in a convincingly sullen tone as Teagan sighed, “I apologize my friend but theres very little I ca… wait a minute” uttered Teagan as he noticed a grin growing on Drezdin’s face.
 
  “Honestly  theres a possibility I‘ll be fine, battered armor a aside” remarked Drezdin with a confident smirk, “you’re an interesting man my friend” replied Teagan with a smile, “true” stated Drezdin as Bodahn interrupted the conversation, “I don’t mean to intrude, but I have something I meant to give to you earlier” spoke Bodahn as held up a steel rod with a crystal at the top.
 
   The Cousland looked at the object with a cocked eyebrow, “and that do‘s what exactly?” asked Drezdin as Teagan looked on just as curious, “well it’s a control rod to a Golem, we traded a man we met near Sulcher’s pass for it” explained Bodahn as Drezdin crossed his arms, “so what did you trade him?” retorted The Cousland as Bodahn’s son popped his head over the wagon’s trim.
  
   “Enchantment” uttered the gleeful blonde Dwarf, Drezdin looking on with a perplexed eye, “ well you see he offered it to us for free but my Boy here used a rune or two to enchant some of the mans wares” again explained Bodahn as a dust cloud breezed past them.
 
   Drezdin tilted his head slightly as he spoke, “I’m guessing there must be a catch?” said Drezdin in a state the obvious composition, “well yes actually, the Golem is located in a town called Honnleath southwest of here” spoke The Brown Haired Dwarf pointing in a southwesterly direction, “Honnleath?  I know the place I can mark it on you’re map, but its possibly in Darkspwan territory” spoke Teagan as Drezdin glanced over at him.
 
  The Cousland had a wry and scheming grin on his face, “might be worth the risk, considering a weapon of dwarf lore is the ante” spoke Drezdin as Teagan looked at him a curious face, “despite the fact I hold no control over you’re decisions, I hope you will not forget the Arl” asked Teagan in concern.
  
   “How could I, the mans got me trekking across half of Fereldan and he’s in a bleeding coma ” spoke Drezdin in his usual style, “well I trust that you’d want to reach Honnleath by the nightfall so I assume you’d like me to fetch you’re companions?” asked Teagan in a courteous manner, Drezdin simply nodded as the Bann marched off.
 
   Bodahn who was still holding the Control Rod with his hands extended to gift it to The Cousland cleared his throat, “so do you accept it?” asked the Dwarf as Drezdin slowly grasped the item of power, “I do appreciate this but why give it to me, why not sell it?” asked the Cousland, “well I’ve come to believe that a Blight is bad for business, so I need to invest in the party that opposes bad business” explained the Dwarf with a smile.
 
  Drezdin simply grinned as he replied, “well let us be thankful for economics” spoke the Cousland as he thought of the next few hours, they were to head off soon in search of a weapon that is paramount in the history of the Dwarves, and it now sat in  what one could guess was a quaint village.

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  The march to Honnleath seemed to drain the light of the sun as with each step to they’re destination the day grew darker, the trek was one filled with little conversations as Alistair sighed over the detour that was not related to the Arl’s health,.
 
  The occasional grunting of Sten as he hulled Bodahn’s heavy wagon along the dirt roads as Bodahn went over the instructions told to him of the Control Rod, at the same time Zevran was attempting to engage each of the Group’s females in flirtatious conversations, all the while Drezdin led with his hound at his side.
 
  As Honnleath came to within but a half mile’s reach by the days twilight, a sense of dread approached as fire and smoke rose from the dying town, “well that’s lovely, Sten, Caesar stay here with Bodahn, we’ll be right back” calmy commanded Drezdin as he motioned the rest of the group to follow, a hasty pace to their step.
 
  The Cousland led the troupe into the town lit by the embers of burning homes, “it’s a tad quiet” remarked Zevran as they cautiously approached the village’s heart and center, where corpses had been hung from window sills and placed on spikes, a village center which was home to rugged stone statue with a small wooden fence as a perimeter, “I smell Darkspawn” commented Drezdin as he scanned the entire area weapons drawn with a tingle in his blood.
 
  And as he viewed his surrounding which looked of death and smelt of rotting vegetation, “young Warden, I do not mean to intrude but I think that the statue here is the Golem” spoke Wynne pointing at the moss covered entity, “well if it looks like a stone bringer of death, than it must be a stone bringer of death” retorted Alistair as Drezdin hopped over the wooden fence and approached the statue.
 
  The Cousland studied every detail of the entity of stone right to it’s eyes that seemed to carry a glimmer of life, the displaced Noble took the Golems object of commandeering from his satchel as he spoke the phrase that was suppose to awaken it.
 
  “Dulif Harnif” spoke Drezdin with the small staff in hand as literally nothing happened, “um maybe you’re not saying it with sufficient power” suggested Zevran as Drezdin glanced back at the elf then again at the statue, “Dulif bloody  Harnf” spoke Drezdin as he tapped the Golem on the nose with the control rod, “looks like nobodies home” remarked the Cousland as a sigh left his lips.

  Morrigan sighed in a frustrated tone as Leliana spoke, “maybe we were given the wrong words?” commented the Minstrel as Alistair had an epiphany, “try  being melodic with the words, like singing” spoke the Templar giving it a shot, Drezdin just looked at him with a non amused look as Wynne  sighed.
 
  But as Drezdin in  frustration and disappointment that his plan had not panned out tossed the staff aside, the tingle that had tainted his blood burst into a burning sensation as a Darkspawn busted out of one of the burning buildings door, rushing the group with a ferocious scream.
 
  The group seemed a tad fazed except for Drezdin who rushed at the creature, swiping aside the manlike fiends weapon from its scaly hands before driving a violent kick to its shins, and as it fell to its knees the Cousland drove his one blade up through the shadow spawn’s jaw right through its disfigured skull, a gurgling bubbled from the Darkspawn’s throat as it slowly collapsed.
 
  The Cousland sneered at the disgusting corpse as he looked over through the door it burst out of noticing within the dim embers an open trap door, hearing over the crackle of fire the muffled screams of people, “Alistair, why don’t we get a little Warden’s work done?” remarked Drezdin as he drew his blade out of his kill’s jaw, “do I get to jump down the trap door of doom first?” replied Alistair as he readied himself, “what do you think?” retorted Drezdin in a calm fashion, Alistair sighed as he motioned for the Cousland to take point, “I’ll be right behind you” stated Alistair as Wynne picked up the Control rod from the ground.
 
  The group prepared for a quick descent  into what could only be one of Honnleath’s inhabitants basement, and that assumption was correct but only in a sense.

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  There was nary a thump as Drezdin landed in the basement, his lightening quick review of the trap door to measure the short fall as he descended from the burning house which Morrigan and Wynne were to put out after Alistair followed Drezdin down.
 
  But as swift as he plotted, he found himself planting his feet against the wall in a large room full of Darkspawn all facing a glowing translucent wall.
 
  The burning within Drezdin’s blood felt rippled through every vein as one of the horrid figures turned to notice the Noble who stood at arms with a sadistic smirk, Drezdin who held his blade in his right hand motioned for the creatures to come at him with his free hand, as Alistair climbed the ladder down the trap door.
 
  “Oh, that’s where they‘ve been” spoke Alistair who too felt the boiling of the blood as his feet hit the ground, there was slight pause as the Warden’s and their immortal enemy stared each other down, the uneasy standoff ending as one  screamed and charged.
 
  Alistair readied his shield as the creature ran straight to it before being ran through by the Templar, while the first’s foul allies followed, Drezdin cracked the first jaw  of the first to rush with his left fist, before parrying the blow of its companion dispatching of the two with one swift counterstrike.
 
  Leliana was the next of the Group to descend the trap door, in a haste unleashing a few accurate arrows after she got her footing, Alistair knocked another onrushing pair with a wide strike of his shield sending two to the ground as Leliana picked them off.
 
  And soon there only remained one Darkspawn, a creature that stood in the center of the room donning tarnished gold armor, the creature letting out a proud screech through his helmet as Drezdin looked on with a unimpressed face as Alistair and Leliana stood ready to react to the monster’s next move.
 
  Drezdin simply glanced at the ground to see a dislodged round wooden ornament in front of him prior to glancing at his armored leather  boots, the Cousland grinned as he took three swift steps forward striking the mace head with such force that he sent it flying straight at the head of Tarnished Darkspawn, maiming him with the curling wooden ball, sending the creature to the ground as Leliana planted a few insurance arrows into it.
 
  The Cousland shook his foot slightly to relieve the pain of the unorthodox attack, all the while Zevran, Morrigan and Wynne finally found themselves climbing down into the basement, “well there you finally are, I hope you notice we did all the work for you?” remarked Alistair directing the words at Morrigan, the Witch simply sent a zap of lightning at the twitching body of a Darkspawn in response, “not all the work” spoke the Apostate.
 
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  And as Drezdin’s companions entered the basement seeing now that it wasn’t filled with living Darkspawn, was a room full of mystical tools and trinkets, the very lighting of the room seemed to have been created by crystals that decorated the walls.
  
  But the greatest spectacle of all was the magic barrier much akin to the one Wynne produced in the Mage’s Tower, and behind the wall was  a small group of villagers huddled up, and as Drezdin approached one began to speak, “please tell me you’re real” spoke a man of fair complexion who donned long scruffy brown hair.
 
  The Cousland sighed before responding, “no, I’m a bloody hallucination what do you think?” retorted Drezdin in a sarcastic fashion, “you can’t blame me for being curious why you‘re here?” remarked the man as the barrier fell at what must’ve been the whim of a glowing rock he held.
 
  There was a rush of traumatized residents who wanted to rush pass the Wardens, “CEASE!” yelled Drezdin in a powerful voice which garnered the correct response, “that’s better, now whoever owns the Golem outside please step forward” ordered Drezdin as the first man to speak to him stepped forward, “now I see why you have come” retorted the man in a sullen tone.
 
  Drezdin cracked a smirk, “you do don’t you?  Zevran, Alistair let the rest up the ladder, I need a moment with whatever his name is?’ spoke Drezdin as the man let out a frustrated groan, “I’ am Matthias, I’m the Son of the last owner of that murderer” spoke Matthias in a wrathful tone as kept glancing over to a shut door.
 
  Morrigan raised a brow as he in her mind mumbled along, “ ’tis a touchy subject I guess?”  asked Morrigan in a cold manner, “yes he killed my Father, and after such it just stopped moving so my Mother sold the Control rod which it appears you must possess” explained Matthias in an anxious voice.
 
  The Cousland watched as Wynne presented the object in question, “yes, and I just need the correct words to set things in motion and you can be on you’re way” explained Drezdin in a noble’s tone, “well I need something from you, my Daughter Amalia is lost deep in my father’s study of a basement” explained in turn Matthias.
 
  Drezdin raised an eyebrow, “and you can’t retrieve her why?” asked the Cousland in a perplexed tone, “I have never ventured into those chambers, I sent someone before the Darkspawn came but I can only guess he fell to traps” spoke Matthias in a morose tone, “and how do we know you’re daughter is alive?” asked Morrigan in a very skeptical posture.
 
  “I just need to know what happened to her, just give me that and I’ll give you the command words” spoke Matthias as he hung his head, “I’ll do it” spoke Drezdin as Matthias looked up with hope, “thank you” spoke the Grateful Peasant as Drezdin stopped him.
  
   “A bit early don‘t you think?  And just to make things clear, even if I don’t come back, you will give us what we need” spoke Drezdin denying Matthias’ gratitude, “Morrigan, Leliana, Wynne take him upstairs and wait until I return” spoke Drezdin as approached the door Matthias pointed towards.
 
  The Cousland ,hearing the sullen sighs of Morrigan as she motioned Matthias out ,stood facing the decorated oak entrance when the presence of someone behind him was felt, “it is dangerous to venture into dark basements alone, no?” spoke Leliana as Drezdin turned his eyes to her, “this is my risk that I’m taking for this girl, you don’t need to risk yourself” spoke Drezdin in a sincere fashion as Leliana cracked a smile, “Drezdin  I want to help, and I’ am very talented in spotting traps so that may be certainly useful, yes, yes it would be” argued Leliana.
 
  The Cousland sighed in a relaxed tone, “I guess a little company on my little detour would be nice” remarked Drezdin as he began to creak the door open, not truly aware of the peril that awaited them.

  *****()*****
   
  Foreboding and loathsome did not seem to best describe the corridor’s of Matthia’s father’s underground study,  and as it led them into the first room there seemed to linger around a turbulent force of shadows that seemed to flood through the first hall, the flickering of darkness passing past the crystals planted in the walls as light sources.
 
  Leliana’s lip shivered as she followed Drezdin through what seemed to be a mage’s study, the  room decorated by strewn about pieces of literature topped of by a desk placed at the very end, and as they passed the furniture it seemed as though the shadows seemed as if they were voyeurs swayed away by a terrible entity.
 
  Drezdin shot a sullen face as he opened  the steel hinged door to the next passage, “fantastic” sarcastically spoke the Cousland as gazed into the next room that led into a cave that sported a seemingly bottomless chasm, “I ponder why a Mage would build this place?” spoke Leliana perplexed as the duo stepped onto a rocky ledge at the door connected to a rickety wooden walkway laid across the east wall to what seemed to be light.
 
  The Cousland took the first perilous step on the walkway that seemed to have been dug into the caves wall, Leliana sighed as she followed the Displaced Noble’s steps a slight creek with each one taken, “are certain this is safe?” asked Leliana as she mimicked the Cousland’s path behind him, “no” replied Drezdin in a calm almost cheery fashion, causing Leliana to take a deep breath.
 
  The careful creeping down the stair brought them right to a steel door of mystic touch, pushing it open to find themselves in a large nearly empty room inhabited by a section of large granite flame spewing tiles four large support pillars, a cat and Amalia.
 
  Leliana and Drezdin quickly approached the little girl as she playfully scratched the cat’s head while sitting down with it, “I believe you’re Father is looking for you little girl” spoke Leliana in a soft tone as Amalia looked at the duo and smiled, “Daddy can look for me later, I’m playing with kitty” spoke the Girl as the cat purred.
 
  Drezdin sighed before he spoke, “well we can always take the cat” spoke Drezdin in a tone that searched for a reasonable answer, “Kitty cannot leave, so I have the make sure her and I won’t be lonely anymore” replied Amalia as she looked into the Felines eyes, “thank you Amalia, you are so kind” spoke THE BLOODY CAT!
 
  Leliana looked slightly shocked as Drezdin sneered at the Feline, “this is lovely, I bet you’re a demon aren’t you?” asked Drezdin as Kitty looked at him with pitch black eyes, “nonsense, have you never seen a verbal cat before?” asked the Cat in a cordial tone, “no, and I don’t count you as a cat either succubus” spoke Drezdin in sullen tone as Amalia looked on curiously, “Kitty what doe’s Succubus mean” asked Amalia.
 
  “It means sweet creature, doesn’t it?” spoke the Cat as she looked at Drezdin with a threatening glares meant for the innocent child, “yes, now how about we speak about this?” spoke Drezdin as Kitty sat in Amalia’s lap, “I will speak with you, but not with the Red Head, she worries me with her inexperience of my kind” spoke Kitty as Drezdin moved his lips near Leliana’s ear as she stared at the Girl with concern.
 
  “Run to the surface, tell them I will follow shortly” whispered Drezdin as Leliana turned her head to look into his eyes, “I can‘t leave you alone like this” spoke Leliana distraught about the situation as Drezdin smirked, “I’ll be fine just have faith” spoke Drezdin in a charming and reassuring voice as Leliana nodded and slowly made her exit, glancing back at Drezdin as she shut the door behind her.
 
  Kitty purred as Drezdin approached them, “so now we may get right to it, Amalia loves me and you will never have her, but I cannot leave this prison that the fool Willhem summoned me into and I request you’re aid” spoke the Demonic Feline as Drezdin crossed his arms, “and you think I would help you why?” spoke Drezdin in a frustrated tone.
 
  “Because it would be the only way for this little girl to see her Father again, albeit I would be in control but it would nearly be the same effect” spoke the Cat, as Drezdin’s face grew menacingly charming, “so what exactly has she done for you?” Drezdin asked Kitty’s thrall leaning down to look her in the eyes with a friendly glint.
 
  Kitty tried to spurn his misdirection, “we are the one spea…..” was all she muttered as Amalia replied to the Warden as he smirked, “Kitty’s the only one that makes me feel like I’m not alone” spoke Amalia in a soft manner, “why do you feel alone?” asked Drezdin as Kitty spoke trying to detour the talk, “he is a snake Amaia” spoke Kitty in a tone kin to that of gentle murderers.
 
  Amalia looked at Kitty with  curious eyes as Drezdin got down on one knee, “do I look like a snake to you?” spoke Drezdin with the smile that had swayed many before, “n-no, but Kitty says you are” spoke Amalia as Kitty looked on triumphantly, “well I don’t care for the cat, I care to know what you say” spoke Drezdin in a confident tone.
 
  Amalia looked at him as if he were a knight in shining armor, “really?” asked Amalia as Kitty tried to dissuade her from continuing her conversation with the Cousland, “Am….” was all the feline could muster before being shooshed by the yound girl, “I think you’re like one of the hero’s Daddy would tell me of in my bedtime stories before Mummy died, but he doesn’t tell me stories anymore, he just works in the field and never looks at me”  confessed Amalia as a sad face grew upon her.
 
  Drezdin looked at the cat that now stared at him in a sullen manner, “I’m looking at you, and I’m sure you’re father will see you as if he had just seen life for the first time, I promise he will see like no hero or feline can” spoke Drezdin in a reassuring tone, “r-really?” stuttered Amalia as light grew in her eyes, but as Drezdin was about to answer Kitty took a long swipe at him, barely scratching the Cousland as he jerked back to avoid the claws.

  “How dare you, wretched cat!” screamed Amalia as she tossed the Cat across the room, the Demon cat landing on it feet as Amalia now stood beside Drezdin who stood tall with a concentrated face monitoring the creatures next move, “you are a devious Human Cousland, now I see why you garnered such following presence” spoke the Cat as Drezdin smirked, “and what presence would that be?” asked Drezdin as Amalia hid behind him as Kitty became spoke more menacingly.
  
   Kitty strode across the room swaying her tail side to side, “the observation of pride is not of my concern, but seeing as my desires shall not be met, I will simply destroy any hopes of your’s” spoke Kitty as her body started to bubble, a massive rumbling shook the entire room as it felt like the air had been pulled from every direction.
 
  And when the Demon unleashed its final gift to the world, a large force knocked Drezdin and Amalia to the ground knocking the girl unconscious and fazing the Cousland, painfully pulling himself up as his ears ceased  ringing, noticing not only was the Demon no more, but the very foundation was  soon to follow.

  ******()******

  The Cousland shook off the blur in his vision as he picked up Amalia and placed the limp girl over his shoulder, getting the balance back in his step as the room rumbled and the four stone pillars cracked sending blocks from the ceiling down around the Warden.
 
  And it was with a quick step that he carried Amalia and himself to the door, sending it off the hinges with a strong kick as he  witnessed a small stalagmite take a  small section of walkway in front of him, Drezdin took a step back as he skipped across to the remaining walkway as Kitty‘s room collapsed in on itself.

  Drezdin noticed with a glance the Cave’s ceiling  crashing down into the dark chasm below as he began to sprint across the wooden steps holding on tight to the innocence slung over his shoulder, and with each click of his boots against the wood the cave replied with a loud crash as parts of the west wall fell into the dark.
 
  And as dust filled the surroundings Drezdin could see the door that he and Leliana had entered from, but another loud crash came as a boulder from the ceiling took out the last distance of walkway in front of him while rubble destroyed the path behind him.
 
  The Displaced Noble in full sprint knew it was do or die as the gap came closer, and it was with light feet that he pushed  against the last wooden step flinging himself with Amalia still in tow across the Chasm.
 
  There was a  silence in his mind  as Drezdin  maneuvered himself in the air, pulling Amalia down to his chest as he put himself in such a position that it would be his back to meet ground first.
 
  And it was with great relief that he felt the pain of the stone lip of the doorway smash against his back, but it was a painful relief as his body already battered by Demonic forces had the wind knocked from his lungs, leaving him vulnerable as the ceiling started to fully give.
 
  MEANWHILE……..
 
  The land of Honnleath seemed to shake through the night as Leliana reunited with her Companions, “WHERE IS THE WARDEN GIRL?” screamed Morrigan trying to speak over the cracking of the earth as parts of Honnleath began to sink into the ground.
 
  But the group was put in a silent moment as they witnessed a house near the Town’s center disappear as if swallowed by the earth, “maker no” whispered Leliana with a distraught face as she could only imagine what was befalling there leader.

  *Back In The Cave*

  Drezdin collected himself quickly as he grasped Amalia and stood up slinging her over his shoulder as he walked through the open door trying to shake off an ache in his knee before being halted as a large tremor put him in a standstill while he attempted to keep his balance.
 
  And the large tremor was followed by the collapse of the Cave that he had just fled from , its roof collapsing entirely as a house followed the rubble down, the Cousland with a perplexed face watching it all, “you got to be kidding me” spoke Drezdin before again dashing off.
 
  Fighting the aching that had encompassed his body, quickly passing through the crumbling study of shadows as he raced through the corridors that found him back in the stable confines of the basement that he had slain the Darkspawn within.
 
  The Cousland leaned against the ladder looking up, “A LITTLE HELP WOULD BE NICE!” shouted Drezdin as  Alistair looked down the trapdoor, “good you’re alive, I thought I would have to lead everyone, but now I sleep peacefully knowing that disastrous idea will never come to fruition” spoke Alistair as he took Amalia from Drezdin and carried her up the ladder.

  Drezdin rose from the trapdoor covered in dust glancing over to see an equally dusty Amalia waking up in her fathers arms as the two shared a hug, “I can’t thank you enough my friend, I have given the Command words to you’re persuasive friend” spoke Matthias glancing over at Morrigan who shot a scornful glare at him as he picked up his Daughter, “just be vigilant of you’re daughter, less those with ill intent give her the time she needs” spoke Drezdin in commanding tone as Matthias who carried a tearful Amalia nodded before he started to walk off.
 
  Amalia gratefully waved to Drezdin as she was carried by Matthias away from the burning town, Drezdin donned a victorious grin across his dust covered face as Morrigan handed a cloth to him, “so are we to save every distressed family?” asked Morrigan in her usual condescending tone, “what do you think?” replied Drezdin as he cleaned his face, a smirk revealed as he glanced at the Golem in the center of town.
 
  But the stone entity would be much more than just a mindless follower.
 
  ******()******
 
  Author’s Note:
  Lucky number thirteen is finished and as always I hope you enjoy it, I really don’t have much to say but I will say that I wanted the chapter that led up to Shale becoming a part of the group to be epic, and also put in some action to change the pace from the last two Chapters which were Dialogue heavy.

  Thanks For Reading,  Slim Warden.    

Modifié par Slim Warden, 11 juin 2010 - 01:16 .

[westiex9]

That was Epic Slim! i love the scene with Kitty(gods i hated that arrogant demon!) if only Amalia had acutually thrown the thing across the room!(not that i advocate violence against cats, just Demons in the guise of Cats )

[Gilgamesh1138]

I concur with westie, epic! Aw, Kitty, yeah, not that fond of Kitty either! Loved the description of the room collapsing and his and Amalia's escape! Go Drez! And your Morrigan is perfect!

[Slim Warden]

 (Chapter 14: Stay Wide Awake)
 
   There was a overbearing anxiousness that ran through the air as Drezdin approached the stone Statue in Honnleath, the Golems features strong and powerful frozen as though locked in a fit of rage.

  The Group looked on as the Cousland proudly spoke the words which Matthias had promised Morrigan after a proper chastising would awake the Statue, and it was with a shake of the earth that the Golem’s body shook as it slowly stretched his long locked arms, Drezdin looking on with a pleased grin as the imposing figure came to life.
 
  The Statue let out a loud yell as it came to, the belching scream dissolving into a odd yawn as it looked down with its crystal eyes illuminated by dim embers of Honnleath’s dying fires studied the Cousland and His Company, “hmm, I was worried that I had been awaken by a Mage but it turns out its even worse, a fleshy being in the company of mages” spoke the Statue in a strangely insulting manner.
 
  Drezdin studied the statue with a curious eye, “great, the Golem has an attitude” spoke Drezdin in a sarcastic fashion, “well I have no doubt that you are soon to put me to work on some menial task, after all you must possess my Control Rod” replied the Golem as Morrigan added in her two sense, “indeed he does, and I would be wary of him as he will not be so easy to discard as you’re last master was” spoke Morrigan in a cold and ominous tone.
 
  The Cousland glanced back with typical cocked brow before looking into the Golem’s peculiar eyes, “I take it that the separation was not pleasant?’ asked Drezdin his interest piqued, “no it wasn’t, but then again I cannot remember any fond memories of that fool” spoke the Golem in a very nonchalant manner.
 
  It was with a curious eye that the Golem stared at Drezdin, “It does possess the Control Rod correct?” asked the tall creature, “what do you think?” replied the Cousland in a typical Drezdin  tone, “well then use it, ask me to do something” spoke the Golem.
 
  Drezdin looked back at his Companions as they watched observably, “I want you to serenade us in a tune of you’re choosing” ordered Drezdin with a grin as Shale looked on curiously, “and I feel no obligation to fulfill you’re order, not that I knew any quality hymns other than the dribble the townsfolk hummed everyday for thirty years while I stood motionless” explained the Stone being in a very rant like composure.
 
  The entire group looked on with slightly confused postures, “so what’s you’re next step, a horrific rampage through the country side?” asked The Cousland as the Golem started to pace, “don’t be absurd unless you’re referring to those devil spawn called birds, but I honestly ha…..” spoke the Golem before Zevran interrupted, “I mean not to be intrusive but I’m curious, where you aware the whole time you stood there?” asked the Antivan Crow.
 
  The Golem looked at him with a sullen look as the stone features of it face shifted ever slightly, “yes I had to watch them and they’re filthy affairs and schemes for decades, I actually have to thank those deformed creatures that sacked the place, adding a little excitement to my life” explained the Statue as Lelliana and Alistair looked on slightly perturbed.

“Does it not disturb you that many innocent people lost they’re lives today?” asked Leliana as Alistair joined in, “yeah! That and we’re actually fighting those deformed creatures in the name of good and all that” remarked Alistair as the animated Statue paid them no attention and stared and Drezdin.
 
  “So what did It have planned for me before I discovered free will?” asked the Golem, Drezdin returning the stare with a straight face, “well my plan don’t matter now does it, the real question is what do you plan to do?” asked the Cousland as a small grin developed, “well honestly I have not a clue, I know little of the world outside this village” explained the stone Figure as the Cousland donned a scheming smile, “well I’ am well educated in the cultures of the world, if you were to aid me on my quest I would be glad to share my knowledge so that you may eventually find your own path” proposed Drezdin with crossed arms and a grin.
 
  Alistair nervously whispered to Drezdin as the Golem pondered the offer, “are you really sure, it killed its last certified leader” spoke the Templar with concern, “think of this as a opportunity to expand our group in new and exciting ways” replied Drezdin as Alistair just nodded his head, “yes, I just pray  like always that this doesn’t bite us in the rear” spoke Alistair as Shale came to a decision.
 
  The Golem looked at everyone that stood in proximity before speaking, “I have decided that I will join It, and It’s Companions for the present time at the least” spoke the Golem in a rather dull tone, “now that we have that figured out, what should I call you and do you really need to call me It?” replied Drezdin as the stocky Golem spat back a response, “the Egocentric One may call me Shale” spoke the Golem shale.
 
  Drezdin looked on with a bemused face, “yeah I believe It sounds a little better Shale” spoke the Cousland as they began to depart from the sacked town of Honnleath, it was an odd walk to regroup with Caesar and the others, even more so as Wynne watched Drezdin with a face of worry.
  But it would soon become obvious that it would not be an ideal night for a certain Cousland.

  ******()****** 

  The Posse ventured at least a mile north in the dead of night as they sought for a safe place to make camp, it was a tiring walk that saw Shale carry out it’s very first task hulling Bodahn’s Wagon in place of Sten, the notches of the road bouncing the wagon as it shook the ropes that Shale hulled the Cart by as the group continued their stride .
 
  And it was with an eventual taste of victory that they found a safe fallow a decent distance off the beaten path, a hastened hustle as tents where set and the role of night watch was handed to Shale seeing as the Golem need not sleep, however a certain Cousland required a good nights sleep, in fact it would be a memorable rest.
 
  It felt as if just moments after Drezdin had shut his eyes that he felt them wrenched back open as a still air surrounded him, awaking to find himself standing in a hallway that felt almost as lifeless as the torch that lit the room without a single flicker.
 
  Drezdin walked with a deafeningly silent step as he approached the door at the end of passage, a still air always following him evening as the door creaked open to the embrace of familiar eyes.
 
  It was with enamored blue eyes that a girl with an enthralling face that was decorated by flowing yellow hair welcomed the perplexed Cousland into the room, moving aside to reveal the familiar features of a humble figure that sat at a desk covered in documents, “Sylvie is that my Pup standing at the door way?” asked the image of Bryce Cousland as Drezdin slowly entered the room as the Vander girl stepped aside.
 
  It was with a prideful eye that Drezdin’s Father stood from his chair and approached his son, the walls of the room decorated by many tall bookcases, “Pup I trust you possess tales for those you’ve left behind, I just can’t tell you how proud I’ am off you’re accomplishments” spoke Bryce as Drezdin just studied every feature and action of the man.
 
  “Sylvie will you go and fetch my dear Eleanor, I’m positive she will be most pleased with our Drezdin’s presence” spoke the Elder Cousland in a commanding and cheerful tone as the blonde girl obliged leaving the door shut behind her, “so Pup I’ve waited for you to come back to me, so I may tell you the joy I take in hearing of you’re glorious exploits” spoke Bryce Cousland as he poured wine into a goblet that sat upon his desk.
 
  Drezdin stood with a grin as his Father handed him the glass, “you really think I’m that naïve Niall?” retorted Drezdin as he poured the glass onto the fur covers that decorated the lavish flooring, “ah always the perceptive one my Friend” spoke the prideful Demon as he shifted back to the image of Niall.
 
  “I don’t see you as a friend Demon, and you will never have me, even when my body withers and my soul departs the earthly realm you will not come within eyesight of me” spoke Drezdin in a venomous tone as he got right in Niall’s illusion of a face.
 
  A rage appeared in Nialls eyes as he morphed into a tall and smoky figure who veins seemed to erupt with flames with every flinch, “YOU DARE INSULT WITH ME BOY!” screamed the Demon as it looked the Cousland right in his unfazed eyes, the Cousland standing defiantly in the face of the Prideful enemy, neither one backing down as Drezdin softly  replied, “yes” spoke Drezdin in a calm tone while he smirked.
 
   It was with a deafening screech that Niall flung Drezdin back into the waking world with, the vision of the stone walls regressing as Drezdin opened his eyes to beautiful sight of his tent ,then letting out a sigh,  “it seems a night of peace is out of the question” remarked the Cousland as he heard the chatter of the morning birds and the silent insults that Shale tossed at them.
  
  There was a cold breeze running through the morning air, and it seemed Shale, and Drezdin were the only ones awake if not for the light foot steps that approached Drezdin’s tent, the Cousland sitting up as the entrance to his tent was politely opened, “I believe we need to have a discussion” spoke Wynne with a concerned face as she stuck her head into the Couslands tent.
 
  ******()******
 
  The morning was still young as Drezdin stepped out of his tent, only the simple grey clothes usually concealed by his armor covered him as he walked to the dying campfire where Wynne wished to speak with him.
 
  There was an awkward feeling as Drezdin approached the silver haired woman who looked at him with a worried expression , the crackling of the charcoaled wood in the fire making the scene no less intriguing as Shale just watched as if there was nothing else to do.
 
  And as Wynne spoke a cold wind seemed to pass through the camp, “I need to ask you young man, how much experience do you have with Demons?” asked Wynne , a perceptive look in her eye, “if you count our latest adventures as experience with Demons, then I might have a tad bit of knowledge” replied Drezdin as Wynne seemed to study the air around him.
 
  “I’ve watched you for some time now Drezdin, and as a mage I was taught to be wary of the creatures that lie beyond the veil,  a teaching I feel you must learn to understand” lectured Wynne as Drezdin tilted his head a tad to the side and looked on curiously, “is that so Wynne?” replied Drezdin with a grin the Silver haired enchantress looked at with the face of a unimpressed mother.
 
  “Since a very young age I could sense the spirits of  the Fade, and  since we left the Circle of magi I had felt something, but it was not until last night in Honnleath where the Veil was thin that I realized what it was, you are being watched Drezdin” explained Wynne as Drezdin listened his posture turning very composed even as she finished, “I appreciate the concern Wynne but I believe I have it under control” replied Drezdin in a all so calm tone.

  Wynne looked at him with a very serious glint in the eyes as another lecture began to leave her lips, “this is a very serious situation young man, this Demon has stalked you for days and will not stop until it succeeds in taking you, the Demon will study you’re dreams dig into you’re subconscious to find the images of loved ones so to lure you under it’s influence Drezdin, this a dangerous game you are wrapped up in” explained Wynne in a composed manner.
 
  The Cousland looked on with a bemused face, “uh huh, so do you have any suggestions or is that it?” asked Drezdin in a nonchalant pitch, “I have this charm Drezdin” spoke Wynne as she produced a  large golden coin, “the First Enchanter gave this to me as a parting gift when we left the Tower, it is said to repel the dark spirits of the Fade when you sleep, I have a feeling you may need this” remarked Wynne as she handed the coin to the Cousland.
 
  Drezdin accepted the coin letting it lie in his palm while he examined it, “does it actually work?” asked the Cousland as he studied the runic symbols of the gold, “I cannot say, but even if it do’s you must keep you’re wits about you and a strong spirit, and eventually it will be you who lures the Demon into a trap” explained Wynne as she yawned, tired after stressful days of travel, “thanks Wynne you might want to get some rest” suggested Drezdin as Shale finally spoke after remaining quite for so long, “yes the elder mage should get some rest, I don’t want to have to carry It’s weary bones later” remarked the Golem.
 
  Wynne simply nodded in agreement as she ventured back to her tent, while Drezdin sat by the nearly deceased flames of their camp fire, placing the blessed gold coin in one of pockets as he laid upon the grassy earth, letting his eyes rest for just a moment.

  ******()******
 
  Barely a minutes time had passed before Drezdin heard the patter of soft foot steps, opening his eyes to the sight of Leliana who stood over the lounging Cousland, “Shale,  I don’t think you get the entire idea of night watch” spoke Drezdin as the Golem scoffed, “really I thought I’m only suppose to alert you when something harmful nears, she is obviously not that harmful” retorted Shale as Drezdin sighed, and Leliana glanced at the Golem before looking back at the Cousland who looked straight back up at her.
  
   “Good morning” greeted Drezdin as he sat up the red headed rogue responding as she sat beside him, “hello, I thought I heard you talking and I was curious” explained Leliana as the two sat on the grassy ground near the now dead fire , “yes Wynne wanted a word with me, nothing you need to lose sleep over’ replied Drezdin as Leliana nodded, “Wynne is a wonderful person, she is so wise and perceptive of people” spoke Leliana in an endearing tone.
 
  Drezdin just raised a brow, “so I take it you like her/” remarked Drezdin in usual Drezdin fashion, “she reminds me of Lady Cecilia, the way she carries her self with such poise” spoke Leliana as she looked to the after glow of the campfire, “I can’t help but wonder something Leliana would you mind enlightening me?” asked Drezdin with a ponderous glint.
 
  “I will do what I can” replied Leliana in a eager manner, “well you seek to understand me correct?” asked Drezdin as his eyes turned to those of a plotting noble, “yes” replied Leliana becoming curious herself, “and yet as interesting as I find you, I know very little about you’re history after you’re mother and lady Cecilia” spoke Drezdin with a charmingly ponderous look.
 
  “Well I became a traveling minstrel after Cecilia passed, and I learned many things on my ventures” explained Leliana looking into the distance as she thought of her past, “yes but I highly doubt you were just a minstrel, considering the skills you possess” spoke Drezdin in a investigative tone, “well you learn things  when you travel no?” replied Leliana in a hasty manner.
 
  Drezdin grinned almost victoriously as another sentence left his lips, “did you know I’m a well cultured individual, and that I know that in Orlais minstrels may often be Bards” spoke Drezdin as Leliana’s eyes became slightly calm, “and what have you heard of such Bards?” asked Leliana in a soft tone,  “only that they’re the most dangerous type of spy, that they excel in many different categories of infiltration” spoke Drezdin in a half whisper.
 
  Leliana slightly smiled as she looked at the Cousland, “that sounds about correct take contracts from a Patron, and they will blend into the surroundings by any means possible” spoke Leliana as Drezdin continued to smirk, “so honestly were you a Bard” asked Drezdin in a suggestive manner, “and if I was a Bard?” replied Leliana in a curious tone, “then you’re even more interesting than I thought” replied Drezdin with a grin.
  
   The Rogue looked ponderously at Drezdin, “so it doesn’t bother you, what I was before?” asked Leliana as Drezdin glanced at the sky as the sun’s light began to truly shine upon them, “no it actually doesn’t, but I’m curious about how you ended up in the chantry” spoke Drezdin looking at Leliana curiously, “I like to believe the Maker led me down a better path” replied Leliana as she looked at the Cousland curiously.
 
  Drezidn glancing over at the Former Bard as she asked him a question, “I would like to know how you knew about the Bards?” spoke Leliana as Drezdin glanced at the road a distance from their camp a road that might lead back to his home, “when you’re born into a family that was as involved in politics as mine, it pays dividends to learn what you can of neighboring cultures” explained Drezdin as Leliana nodded in understanding.
 
  “That and you can’t expect to impress the rest of the nobility without an educated mind now can you?” asked Drezdin with a smirk as Leliana noticed with a inconspicuous smile that some of the other Party Members awoke, the camp turning into a hustle as within the next hour they would be leaving.
 
  Continuing they’re journey along the southern roads to reach Denerim, the Capital of Fereldan.

  Author’s Notes:
   Alright I must confess, I got distracted and put off writing this while I dealt with a sudden addiction to Harvest Moon, the leaked songs off the upcoming album of my favorite musical artist, and my  friend Patrick departing to the Philippines for the summer, but I got it finished and that’s what counts
  And I hope you enjoy good ’ol Mouse popping up to screw with our hero.
  
  (P.S. Does a macaroon count as a distraction?)

  Thanks For Reading, Slim Warden.

Modifié par Slim Warden, 18 juin 2010 - 12:00 .