Gritty, blood-coated earth bit into the side of her face as she lay there, unable to move.
Weak, Aveline thought to herself, trying to find the strength in her arms to lift herself. The stench of blood reached her nostrils as she finally pulled herself into a sitting position to survey the area. At least six or seven dead bandits surrounded Aveline, their faces twisted into masks of agony that matched their mangled bodies, sure signs of Aveline's prowess. Remote locations in the Vimmark Mountains provided little shelter for wanderers, and as so the bandits that had ambushed Aveline knew she would most likely be the only person to loot for miles. Unluckily for them, Aveline knew how to handle herself, but now it began to grow dark. Leaning heavily on her shield, Aveline pulled herself up, cursing quietly through gritted teeth
as pain shot up her right leg.
I should find somewhere to rest for the night, before the wolves come out. Or something...worse. Shuffling past dead bodies and back onto the narrow path, Aveline continued on her way, determination set in her eyes.
I will survive as I always have, she thought bitterly to herself.
Someone in Thedas bloody well has to. Just a little something that popped in to my head a little while ago, so I figured I could delurk with it. So, yeah! Aveline is awesome and I'm really looking forward to getting to know her character.