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Chapter One - An Offer
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Chapter One: An Offer
Gerard Berdain grunted in frustration as a rough hand pushed him back into his cell, slamming the iron-bared door behind him as he left. Gerard picked himself up off the dusty old floor, and stood, leaning against the wall. Blood smeared his face, some of it his, the rest belonging to his last victim. Gerard swore under his breath, and angrily punched the stoned wall, ignoring the sharp pain it caused his already bloodied knuckles.
The Human had been sentenced to death for a crime he had comitted, but his slayer would not be a noose, nor an axe to the neck, but rather a fight to the death in Dinerim's grand arena. The only thing keeping him alive was his skill--and maybe perhaps luck. For two weeks, he had been fighting in the Arena, besting every single one of his foes with little to no effort.
He was to fight again tomorrow, but this time it wasn't only the Arena's audience that would witness his finesse, but a Grey Warden would be amongst them as well. He knew not why the Grey Warden would be there, and he didn't care. He stopped caring nearly one week ago. Now, every day was a constant struggle, as well as a battle. Quit literally.
Gerard sighed, ran a hand through his short, black hair, and sunk to the prison floor.
"Prisoner!" a voice boomed from the other side of the bared cage. "You have a visitor."
Gerard's features knitted together as he showed signs of confusion. A visitor? he thought. Gerard couldn't think of anyone who might be interested in seeing him. He had no family, no friends, no companions. Why was he recieving a visitor?
A tall man, with tan skin and a short, full beard pulled beside the guard. He wore unique armor, whose make was unfamiliar to Gerard. "Thank you," the man said to the jailor in a soft spoken voice. "But I would prefer to speak to this prisoner alone."
There was a slight hesitation as the guard processed the question. "Very well, Warden," said the guard. "But watch out--this one's a live one, he is." The jailor glanced to Gerard with a threatening gaze which spoke "don't' try anything" as he left.
"So, you are the infamous Gerard?" asked the man who claimed to be a Warden. "It is an honor to finally meet you."
"An honor?" Gerard echoed with a laugh from the floor of his cage. "You know not who you speak to."
"Oh, I am quite aware that I do." the man replied. "My name is Duncan, I am the leader of the Grey Wardens in Ferelden. I will be attending to your duel tomorrow, and I must say that I am looking foward to it... if the stories are correct, I understand you are quite the fighter."
A scoff burst from Gerard's lips. "And why are you here, exactly?"
"I am recruiting new members for the Warden's," Duncan responded. "The start of a new Blight has come. Ferelden is at stake, and we need all of the recruits that we can muster."
"And so you were sent to recruit me?"
"That all depends on tomorrow's performance."
Gerard thought a moment. A chance to be free, a chance to finally leave these bars. Surely anything was better than there? "And... you would hire a Warden with my...," he searched for the right word. "My stature?"
"What you did is of no concern to me." the Warden said bluntly. "It matters not to the Darkspawn. I am simply looking for new recruits, and from what I hear, you would make a fine apprentice."
There was a brief pause. "Very well, I will join the Warden's. How soon can I be free of this place?" asked Gerard eagerly.
"You must prove yourself worthy in tomorrow's duel first." Duncan replies. "Which will not be easy, I assure you... I have arranged quite the foe. But if you emerge the victor, you will have proven yourself worthy of becoming a Warden."
The prisoner nodded in understanding.
"I must be off now, I believe my time is up." the Warden addressed. "I look forward to seeing your battle tomorrow. May the Maker watch over you." And without another word, Duncan turned and left.
Two things were racing through Gerard's mind. First, he was relieved to be able to have a chance to leave the cursed place. And second, he wasn't too sure of becoming a Warden. Killing Darkspawn was a dangerous task... but was his current lifestyle worth any more than that? The prisoner sighed once more, rested his weary eyes, and soon found himself into a deep sleep. Dreams of freedom soon found themselves filling his mind... and after tomorrow's duel, Gerard was dedicated to turn those dreams into reality.
Modifié par The Gay Warden, 19 janvier 2010 - 11:58 .





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