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[Zanallen]

And because of that, I decided to write up this little spiel. It needs work, but I kind of like it for a beginning. Anyway, what do you all think?

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Kirkwall, the City of Chains. A city of lifeless stone and broken dreams. The first sight of the city by sea is the sheer black cliffs that the city was named for. Twin bronze statues, heads hung low in anguish, stand watch over the narrow channel that leads from the sea to the city; massive reminders of Kirkwall’s brutal origins.

The walls of the city have seen centuries of bloodshed. Kirkwall was born from the brutality of the slave trade. Countless souls were lost to the whips of the Tevinter Imperium. On marched Andraste and war came to Kirkwall, blood staining the city’s walls. Slave revolts followed and were put down with a vengeance. Then came the Qunari giants, raiding the city and holding it hostage until Orlais offered freedom under the eyes of the Empress.

It was long before Kirkwall gained true independence, though even now there were rumors that the Viscount wasn’t the true power on the throne. The Templars were the true law in the city, and through them, the Chantry. Despite Kirkwall’s rebellion from Orlais, Val Royeaux still had its claws dug deep within the City of Chains.

A lone figure relaxed on a rooftop in Lowtown, staring lazily into the sky. The foundries were running at full tilt, pumping a viscous black smoke into the sky. The blackness smothered the sky, devouring the sunlight and casting a dim twilight over the district despite it being midday.

The young man imagined shapes within the smoke. Creatures of the Fade given form and substance, battling over the right to exert dominance over the city, over the whole of Thedas. Sometimes he felt that the world was descending into darkness. There were rumors of Darkspawn gathering across the Waking Sea. Some said that a Blight had come to Ferelden and that was why the Gallows were filling up with refugees. There was even talk that the king of Ferelden had been killed in battle.

The sound of footsteps below him caught his attention. There was a scraping as boots hit the wooden ladder that led to the roof. The young man’s hand fell to his side, fingers gripping around a thin metal rod. He rolled forward, moving into a crouch as he slipped the metal rod from the loop that held it in place. His light blue eyes locked onto the lip of the roof, the tip of the ladder just breaching the rooftop, as someone made their way to his position.

“Aedyn?” came a familiar female voice. “Are you up there?”

The man breathed softly, allowing any built up tension to wash away. He glanced down at the weapon in his hand, suddenly sheepish at his reaction. He hooked the rod back into the loop, making sure it was hidden by his cloak, and stood.

“Yeah,” he called out. “I’m here, Ashlynn.”

 A head of golden hair crested the rooftop as Ashlynn climbed the rest of the ladder. She was of elven heritage, her grandparent mother a Dalish elf who had supposedly abandoned her clan. Ashlynn didn’t know the details as her parents didn’t like to talk about it. Aedyn didn’t know why someone would choose to live in Kirkwall, but he didn’t like to pry.

Ashlynn was shorter than him, despite them being close to the same age, with the lithe frame common to elves. She had long blonde hair that fell to her waist in twin braids that fell behind her long ears. Her eyes were a brilliant emerald green, her skin like porcelain. She grew more beautiful every day.

“It isn’t safe for you to wander around here alone,” Aedyn said, running a hand through his short black hair. “With the refugees moving into the city, there are a lot more thieves skulking about.”

“Like you?” the girl asked with a laugh. “Ma serannas Aedyn, but I can take care of myself.”

“Ma nuvenin,” Aedyn answered, using the little elvish he knew. “I just wish you’d be more careful. This city has never been safe, but lately…” He trailed off.

“Premonitions again? You should take up the life of a wise woman.”

“Laugh all you want. Something just feels off. And you’ve heard the rumors, same as I.”

“King Cailen’s death and the fifth Blight? The stuff of nonsense. I hear the refugees are coming because some Ferelden Arl staged a coup and attacked his Teryn. Civil unrest I can believe. The Darkspawn setting Ferelden aflame? Not so much.”

“Yes, I know well your skepticism. What did you come for, Ashlynn?”

“As you know, my seventeenth naming day is in a couple of days.”

He certainly did know. He had spent weeks saving up every copper he could in order to purchase her a present. He could have stolen her something, but she didn’t approve of his choice of career and a stolen gift, no matter its value, would be a disappointment.

“My mother requests your aid in collecting supplies,” she continued.

“What sort of supplies?”

“She won’t tell me. You know how she is. Forever obsessed with her surprises.”

“Alright,” he didn’t have anything planned for the day. “I’ll escort you back to the alienage and she what she needs.”

“Do,” she hesitated slightly, her voice growing soft. “Do you think you could tell me what it is?”

“What? And spoil the surprise?”

“Come on! Just let something slip.”

“Your mother would kill me. Now let’s get going.”

“Fine…”

[Zanallen]

74 views and no responses...Oh well. I'll probably continue this if I get bored tonight.

[berelinde]

No offense mate but "So I was bored" isn't exactly the kind of title that's going to invite a lot of viewers, let alone posters. Lots of people are bored. Most dont decide to do anything productive with that time. If you've got something else in mind, and it looks like you do, probably better to rethink the title.

[Zanallen]

berelinde wrote...

No offense mate but "So I was bored" isn't exactly the kind of title that's going to invite a lot of viewers, let alone posters. Lots of people are bored. Most dont decide to do anything productive with that time. If you've got something else in mind, and it looks like you do, probably better to rethink the title.

Nah, I only write when I'm bored. I used to do it more often. Then it became a kind of cathartic "work out your aggressions" thing. Now it is just due to boredom. That being said, if this does end up actually going somewhere, I rarely finish stories, then I will think up some grand title. Mostly I was just wondering if anyone who read it thought it was interesting.