Champion of House Cadash

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Mahkel of House Cadash was his name. He was one of the last of his line, with only his father, sister, and himself remaining as blood descendants of the Warrior house Cadash. They were well known in Orzammar as a house in desperate need of help, but with enough pride to not accept Charity. They weren't nobles, but they had a good bit of wealth. No one could really predict what the remnants of House Cadash would do next, or what fate the Ancestors had in store for them.

Mahkel didn't worry all that greatly, believing that his smarts and his sword could prevent any threat from doing any more damage to his loved ones. He sat on a bench in the commons, waiting to decide what to do next. He watched as the crowds walked by, many of them were now human since King Bhelen had increased trade with the surface. This did well for his mother's family, as they were Merchant Caste.

Thanks to his mother, his father had gained some wealth, and since he was warrior caste, Mahkel had little to worry about. Mahkel was warrior caste, something that seemed perfect for him, as he seemed to have a natural talent for fighting and strategy. His sister on the other hand was merchant caste. Her name was Anika, after the wife of Paragon Aeducan. Mahkel asked why they named her after the wife of another house, let alone a former warrior caste house. His parents had said that they hoped it would bring her good fortune.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the arrival of his friend and comrade-in-arms Frandlin Ivo, who was soon to be, head of house Ivo. Mahkel stood to greet the approaching warrior. "Frandlin, it's good to see you my friend!" Frandlin saw his friend and smiled. He waded through the crowd and grabbed his friends arm in greeting. "It's good to see you as well Mahkel!" Mahkel sat back down on the bench, Frandlin sat beside him. Frandlin looked over his friend, from his beard that reached his chest, his brown hair that was kept short and standing, and his matching brown eyes, which looked tired, but excited.

Mahkel decided to ask the question he had been wondering at. "Is it true that you've been interested in that girl Orta?" Frandlin blushed slightly, before nodding.

"Ever since the wardens came through here and proved she was of house Ortan, my house has been trying to get into her good graces. I will admit that she is pretty, but I doubt she's interested in some nobody warrior caste like me!" Mahkel immediately started laughing, "What's so funny?" Mahkel stopped laughing long enough to answer him.

"I'm laughing because you're so blind. I saw how she looked at you last time we went into the deep roads. She was wearing a beautiful dress and was looking worried that you wouldn't come back to her!" Mahkel's laughter subsided mostly after that. Frandlin looked interested in that bit of news.

"You really think so Mahkel?" The young dwarf put a hand on his friend's shoulder,

"Of course I do! Do you really think I would still be alive if I couldn't read into people a little? She's interested, all you have to do is sweep her into your arms and she will not be able to resist you!" Frandlin looked comforted by his friend's words and thanked him. "No problem, what else are friends for, besides helping you find love and saving your rear from a nest of Deepstalker!"

"Hey to be fair, you would never have rescued me if hadn't killed that Genlock that tried to gut you!"

"I'll give you that point my friend, so now I'm only one up on you!" The two friends laughed before they decided to move towards their homes to prepare for an expedition into the deep roads the next morning.

Mahkel awoke after falling out of his bed. He sat up and yawned, and glanced at the large time piece that was within easy view of his bedchamber window. He quickly realized he'd be late for the expedition if he didn't hurry. He quickly threw on the clothes he wore under his armor, and began to run down the set of stairs into the living area of the Cadash household.

His father was waiting, his son's armor on the stand next to him. "About time you woke up! How are you going to reclaim the glory of house Cadash if you can't even be on time for a routine trip into the deep roads?" Mahkel knew there was no right answer to his father's rhetorical question, and simply focused on getting his armor on. With his father's help, his armor was on in only two minutes.

His sister came out of the kitchen with food wrapped in cloth. "Here is your breakfast, it's still hot so be careful!" Mahkel thanked her by nodding his head. He walked over to the weapon's stand, and pulled out his family's ancestral sword and shield, placing them onto his back. His mother entered the room as he was preparing to leave. He looked to her, and removed his sword and shield from his back and embraced her. He did the same with his sister. He replaced his weapons onto his back, and turned to his father. The two warriors regarded each other, than clasped arms, a silent goodbye was exchanged between them. Mahkel then stepped out the door, and closed it again without a look back.

Mahkel arrived at the deep roads entrance where the soldiers were gathering. Thanks to another of the king's reforms, there was a number of casteless joining the ranks. Many of the warriors felt damage to their pride that they were expected to serve with beings they considered less than dirt. Mahkel was not among these, but held no opinion on the casteless in general, as he had only met a few of them. After meeting with Frandlin, he waited for the command to march by eating some of his food prepared by his sister. While he ate, he wondered what he would find in this trip to the deep roads, and what the Ancestors had in store for him