An archer who received his Vallaslin shortly before joining the Wardens.
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Abelas took a torch down from the wall and thrust into the oil soaked cloth to light the beacon. Both Abelas and Alistair rushed to the multiple balistraria facing where Loghain's men waited in the drizzling rain and darkness, waiting to see the mass of soldiers move forward towards the dwindlings numbers at the front. Just as they began to worry that somehow the beacon had been dimmed by the watery onslaught of the skies, the Wardens saw movement of the troops; but in the wrong direction!. A sickening understanding swept through Abelas, and he could tell from Alistair's darkened expression and cursing that he understood as well. Loghain was quitting the field; abandoning the soldiers on the front, abandoning his very own king, and abandoning Duncan.
They didn't have much time to be horrified, however, because the Darkspawn had seen and responded to the grand fires of the beacon as well by swarming into the room.
Andruil, Aim Me True
His arrows took flame with help from the mage as they sunk into multiple targets. The seasoned soldier fell to with his blades, but fell first from the sheer numbers. Then the mage, although he took many with him in a blast of flames. Abelas flanked Alistair, arrows still flying, but then Alistair was knocked to the side from the swing of a maul wielding hurlock. Abelas took two arrows to the thigh and one to his chest; the pain was breath taking as the arrows leached taint into his flesh and he collapsed. Laying on the floor, his vision dimmed as the swarm's shadows moved on the ceiling. That taint would kill me if I hadn't already drank it and lived....The last thing Abelas felt was the feeling of blades tearing across his chest.
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Abelas first sense that he was no longer where he last remembered was his bare skin on cloth. Then the shuffling of another person in a much smaller room. He willed his lids open with effort; he'd obviously been given some sort of herbs for pain that made him ridiculously drowsy. Forcing himself up on one elbow, he saw a human woman perusing a small shelf of tomes across the small hut. He did not gaze for long before she noticed he was awake. the moment he heard her voice, he recognized her and his adrenaline burned off the rest of the drowsiness quickly. She spoke cheerily enough, asked him some questions and he asked some of his own. The two Women of the Wilds had saved them from the tower, the sharp scraping he remembered had been talons, and healed and bandaged their wounds. Still, the way Morrigan's body language spoke was still that Abelas was potential prey. The only time he'd seen it change was when Morrigan was around her 'mother'.
Alistair was so relieved to see him well that Abelas felt chagrined. Silly Alistair may be, but... He covered up his surprise with a joking tone, accusing Alistair of merely being worried of being left alone. This seemed to remind the man of the losses at Ostagar and he openly mourned such losses. Morrigan's mother interupted and it came out that she was the Legend many had warned of. Abelas had not been one to constantly be around the Storyteller's fire at his clan, as Tamlen had had not much patience being still and Abelas had always followed him around. But even he had heard tales of a woman in the wilds to the South. Caution told him to treat the woman respectfully.
The conversation turned towards what Wardens must do. Flemyth said they should go off to stop the Blight. However, Abelas was rather pessimistic about this goal. He barely had a clue what a Warden was exactly, more tales than experience. Alistair shared the same problem, although better educated on the matter than himself. And they lacked any army at all. The only army he knew of that remained had quit the field, so seemed unlikely to back them.
Alistair was also sharing his pessimism; was very angry and confused at Teryn Loghain quitting the field. Abelas wasn't angry; deeply frustrated was more like it, although he shared the confusion. Abelas supposed if the powerful Flemyth thought they could do it, they should at least try. Maybe go after the Archdemon directly, bypassing most of it's troops? Alistair shot this down, reinforcing their lack of Warden related education. But at Flemyth's hinting, Alistair realized that he personally had one ally, and that the 'papers' they'd been sent to fetch before the Battle of Ostagar had been important after all, for they were treaties with various nations and organization. Alistair was very excited; Abelas remarked it obviously wouldn't be as easy as walking up to these people and saying, "Help please."
Pep talk over, Flemyth asked if they were ready to be Grey Wardens. Abelas just said staying alive would be nice. The other two thought that was funny. Then Flemyth pushed her own daughter on them as a traveling companion. Abelas reacted strongly against this idea. The human mage woman had made him feel on edge during every moment he'd been around her; it reminded him too much of that feeling he'd gotten at the ruins in the forest... Imagined, or not, he didn't want her to tag along. Not wanting to disrespect Flemyth, he begrudgingly agreed to Morrigan joining them, although Flemyth added that if, later, he decided Morrigan should leave them, Flemyth would allow it.
"Alone, these two must unite Fereldan against the Blight. What's important is that you are both Grey Wardens. Your task is to unite the land, inspire it's men, and turn them from their petty politics to face the Archdemon."
And with that goal burning worry into Abelas's mind, a Dalish, a warrior, and a daughter of Flemyth made their way out of the Koncari Wilds towards the village of Lothering.
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So, after having watched this a few times, it's come to my attention that there are obviously more Wardens involved than we ever meet. There is no way King Cailan is asking Duncan about "his men" and referring to the literally just-Wardenized Warden and Alistair.
Also, some lore discrepencies? Darkspawn don't eat, yet they tear into the flesh of dead bodies with their mouths in Origins and Morrigan implies they are feeding on corpes at Ostagar.
Also also....Alistair, my fan heart hurts. I thought you had especially charming dialogue because you were attracted to my lady Wardens. I thought you were concerned about your fellow Warden after the tower of Ishal because you had already felt connected...
And now, I see, that it is that you are merely just overall charming and concerned about your fellow Warden. I know this, because my male elf has been rather rude and business like the entire start of the game. Although he has seen the more whining side of you than either of my female wardens did.
I should have known better.
Retour en haut
That would be the last time he'd ask her anything. Loghain had committed treason among his own people, but Abelas felt no need for revenge, as if Loghain had him in mind when he abandoned the battling forces. Hadn't they just been told that they must present the best face and inspire people? Sneaking around and killing leaders didn't seem conducive to that goal. Nor was it likely that Abelas currently had the skills or resources for such an endeavor.
I need a hug right now.
