"Oh God… I feel like I got hit by a truck…." Came a groan from on the floor.
"Shut up! I'm trying to sleep! And why the hell are you on the floor? How exactly did that happen without me realizing? And why is you bed so lumpy? It wasn't like this last night!" Came a barrage of questions from above the sore girl on the floor.
"Blech. How should I know? But I have a raging headache. I'd swear I have a – mmph" The woman was cut off by a flying pillow being thrown off the bed and hitting her head.
It was then that the girl on the floor realized something. This was definitely not her room. And it was not her friend's room. And neither one of them owned any sort of weapon.
"Meg…. Megan….WAKE UP!" She shouted in a whisper. She threw the pillow back at her friend to wake her up, agilely pushing her form off the floor, in a move that should not have been possible for the uncoordinated twenty two year old.
"Whaaaaaaaaaat?!" Came the whiney voice of her best friend turning over on the bed. The girl blinked several times as if trying to clear her eyes. Finally she opened her mouth and the first that came out of mouth was "You got shorter! Meghan! Your ears are pointed! And your eyes are freaking purple! What the hell kind of joke are you trying to play here?" Asked her best friend.
But Meghan was confused herself. "Your hair…. It's soooooo long! And your eyes are green. Like really green! And when did you dye your hair red?! And you barely fit on that bed…." Meghan muttered shaking her head. They had been the same height last night. Just what the hell was going on now?
Meghan looked over to where their weapons were hung up, noticing the table by the door and what looked like a water pitcher and some food. She walked over to it curious, and she noticed a note on the table.
"Dear Ashlyn and Sophia," he began to read aloud her eyes turning back over to her best friend. "Looks like our names have been changed too…" She muttered. "At least they're our favorite names," She added with a smile.
Sophia, formerly Megan looked at Ashlyn annoyed and made a go on gesture with her hands.
Ashlyn complied with a slight smirk. She was already starting to get used to her new name, as well as he best friend's like it was meant to be or something. "Thank you so much for staying to help our poor village. We hope the room was too your liking, as much as you both assured us it was. The Templars-"
"Templars? You don't think it could mean…." Sophia began to ask distracting Ashlyn from the written words.
"I'm not sure. Let me finish reading!" She admonished her best friend with a chuckle.
"Ever since our soldiers left for Ostagar we've been at our wits end trying to keep the peace, and with all the refugees it had been hard. Instead of leaving to help your fellow Grey Wardens you stayed to help us out. Even after you got word of the Grey Wardens betrayal, and their destruction you stayed until you could stay no longer. Now you are off to fight this blight, and a rough journey awaits you two. Lothering has collected what little we can and left it with you along with our thanks. We hope the rest of your journey brings rewards.
My the Maker watch your steps, and Light you path,
Lothering"
Ashlyn sought Sophia's eyes and saw her mirrored confusion. Neither was too sure of what was going on, but both girls knew the journey ahead was not going to be. And they bother knew how the story went in the game.
"We're in Dragon Age. And it seems we're in Lothering. Which mean Alistair and Morrigan are probably on their way here. But who knows what surprises we're going to find. We need to be on our guard" Ashlyn muttered.
Sophia nodded. "I can't remember much of anything about last night, or anything our past in this game. We'll have to be careful when we leave town. I don't know if we'll be able to defend ourselves yet," She added, fear showing slightly in her eyes.
"On the bright side, we're likely to meet Alistair soon! Let's go greet our fellow grey warden and see who he's traveling with, shall we?" Ashlyn asked her eyes bright with excitement.
The girls rummaged through their bags finding more coins then they expected, and armor. Ashlyn grinned, throwing on the Dalish leather armor she found in her bag, equipping her two swords. They felt right in her hands.
She saw her friend put on a metal suit of armor suited for those breed like a warrior. They both made quick work of their long locks, braiding them to get the hair out of their face. Quickly they left the inn, thanking the people for letting them stay there and for the generosity, eager to start the quest before them.
As they were walking through town a thought occurred to Ashlyn. "Uh…. Sophia…. There aren't any toilets in Dragon Age, are there?" She asked.
Sophia blinked and they both stared at each for a minute. Both of them laughing Sophia shook her head. "We have a lot to get used to it would seem" She said with a grin.
A/N Me and my friend Megan are both obsessed with dragon age. While obsessed might be a little strong of a word, but still. I decided this would be a perfectly okay thing to write during my last month as high schooler to keep me awake in class. I hope you enjoy