I left off last time with Brin returning to Haven after collecting the Templars, only to have the celebration cut short by an attacking force. And just when it seemed she had turned the tides on the attacking force by bringing down avalanches, the enemy responded with the appearance of a dragon.
"Get everyone into the Chantry now!" She yelled at Cullen as the dragon swooped overhead. The Chantry was the only building strong enough that it might withstand the dragon's attacks. Haven's walls were clearly not high enough so there was little choice. Dorian who had come all the way from Redcliff ahead of the attacking force to warn them, helped get people inside. Brin felt bad for abandoning him and his cause but she could apologize for that later, should they survive this.
It was then when all hope seemed lost, Chancellor Roderick who had become wounded helping people, recalled something. He told Cullen and Brin of a route through the mountains that he had used on a pilgrimage to the Temple of Sacred Ashes some time ago. It was a little known trail and hopefully undiscovered by the attacking army. But for the people to get safely through it, they would need a distraction and one last desperate effort. Bring down the actual mountain on top of Haven and hope to destroy the enemy and close off any chance of them to follow. "I'll go... don't wait for me." Brin ordered Cullen as she motioned for Cassandra, Solas and Vivienne to follow her.
After fighting off enemy forces and aligning the last trebuchet, Brin was about to pull the lever when the dragon swooped by again. It spat a hot wall of fire that separated Brin from the others who had no choice but to retreat. The force also knocked her off her feet, stunning her as she lay on her back. Her vision was blurred but she did not need to see to know something approached. It was the Elder One.
This whole attack was because of her, and the mark on her hand. Brin was trapped between the Elder One and his dragon. His deep booming voice full of anger and hate. She had stolen something from him and he wanted it back. Nothing else mattered to him. He even taunted her as he tried to remove the mark from her hand that he was a god, and that her Andraste did not exist. How he had gone to the golden city and had found it empty.
He became even angrier that the mark upon her hand that he had hoped to use to re-enter the golden city was now a part of her. She cried out in pain as he tossed her against the trebuchet. But as she looked past him she saw a flare go up in the distance. The people were safely through the passage. This was it. Brin took a deep breath and picked up a nearby sword, knowing she was about to bring everything crashing down. An act that was probably going to kill her.
"You talk to much." Brin sneered at the Elder One before kicking the lever on the trebuchet. "This whole time I've been distracting you." And as the mountainside began to fall, Brin leaped away, hoping to find some sort of shelter as rocks and snow began to pile down around her.
She woke to find herself in an old tunnel under Haven with no sign of the Elder One or his dragon. But she was far from danger as he could be anywhere and this was not the time to think she might have won. Brin followed the tunnel and soon found an exit out into the frigid cold snow swept mountainside. Her fur leggings from the waist down offered some protection but the dried mud upon her bare upper body was not. Brin knew she was going to freeze to death out here if she did not find the others. And soon.
But aside from a burned out camp, there was little to suggest how far she was behind them. Shivering in the cold and struggling to walk through the deep snow, Brin set out. She was lost, alone and very much afraid. The others had gotten far enough ahead that they should be safe. But how was she to catch up with them? Were they even waiting?
Wolves howled through the pines, taunting her every struggled step through the deep snow. Signs of passage by the others was becoming less and less. The trail figuratively and literally was going cold. "I can't go on..." Brin sank into the waist deep snow by a cliff wall. "But... I must... I... cannot give up now."
It was then in the distance she caught sight of the warm glow of camp fires. But she had no more strength even though she could see that she had made it. Exhausted and nearly frozen to death, Brin sank into the snow.
In the distance muffled voices sounded. "Its her!" But all Brin felt was cold.
(if you wanna try it, I could level up my Ele or Keeper and protect you =) )
Retour en haut
Which shows I reaaaaaaaally like 
Weekend challenges are the only thing I track right now 
I love those other three too! 
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Well, that, and leaping off tall ramparts in a single bound. 
Lesson learned... Don't use Dragon Rage too much... 
