World of Warcraft X Dragon Age Origins: The Lost Warden
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Prologue
( ): Thoughts
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Author's Notes:
After that episode with my first Warcraft fanfiction attempt, I figured going back to drawing board and instead do a crossover with one of my favorite RPGs and it is Dragon Age Origins. Now I know someone's done this idea already, but that one has a Warcraft character land in the Dragon Age Origins world, this is not the same.
I have managed to do plenty of research on the game and therefore this has serious potential for crossovers, and I'm taking my first shot at this. I have taken all the DLCs into account and plan to add what happened there in this story, of Awakening doesn't happen with the PC of the first game so he's replaced by an Orlesian Grey Warden in this one.
Basically the plot takes place with the final battle with the Archdemon in Ostagar with the Warden taking the final blow to kill the leader of the Darkspawn, he's taken Morrigan's offer and by all rights should be alive and leading the Wardens after the battle, however….the Archdemon in it's final death throes unleashes a powerful spell to kill the Warden, but the Maker had other plans…
And you can guess how this might turn out…
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In Ashenvale…
The beauty of the forests of Ashenvale has always beguiled those who have ever stepped into it's depths, home to many creatures and intelligent races that have lived there for countless eons. Even after the brutal Third war that saw the unification of the Alliance and the Horde to finally strike down the Burning Legion and their leader Archimonde, the forests of Ashenvale began to heal and grow hale once more.
At the moment, it was a soon to come night as the sun set down on the many trees that were there and the sounds of the various beings that called Ashenvale home were soon getting ready for some much needed sleep.
However, sleep was far from the mind of one person as he moved through the bushes and trees of Ashenvale, and he had another plan that he was currently pushing into action and that was to find his comrades.
"Oghren!"
"Leliana!"
"Alistair!"
"Wynne!"
"Morrigan!!!"
"Sten!"
"Zevran!"
"Shale!"
"Cardos!"
Damien Cousland, youngest son of Teyrn Bryce and Eleanor Cousland, younger brother of Fergus Cousland, and one of the few surviving Fereldan Grey Wardens was in a state of utter confusion as he moved through the forests that he found himself in. the last thing he recalled was striking the downed Archdemon to finally end the Fourth Blight once and for all. He had finally avenged his family who were betrayed by Arl Rendon Howe whose mad bid for power had driven him to betray his family, murdering his sister in law, his nephew, his father, and mother, siding with Loghain and nearly plunging the entire kingdom into civil war.
He had managed to gain support to counter Loghain's plans despite Anora's actions, he had finally gotten her to marry to Alistair and in doing so, allowed Alistair to take his rightful place as King and to allow Anora to lead the nation. While he had a degree of dislike for her actions, he understood her desire to remain in power and he knew that her abilities and skills would prove invaluable in keeping Ferelden from going down the pot once this Blight was ended.
He had hoped that once the Archdemon was killed, he could go back to working with the Grey Wardens, help them rebuild their presence in Ferelden, and also help Alistair in dealing with the difficulties of being king as well as keep Anora from running Alistair roughshod. However, things changed the second he drove that sword deep into the skull of the dying Archdemon while Morrigan, Alistair and Cardos watched him.
A massive blast of pure energy knocked him out and then here he was, in a forest that he had not recognized in his entire life even though he had been traveling in his younger years before that fateful day in Highever all those months before. He shook his head as he still felt the massive headache flow all over his mind like a wave, or better yet, like two Ogres were using his head as a toy.
He stopped as another wave of nausea hit him and he swore once more as he sat down on a nearby tree.
"Maker's breath! I feel like a Dragon used me as a chew toy…."
He rested as best he could and tried to relax himself and after some minutes, or hours, he didn't know which, the pain began to subside and that helped him clear his thoughts and he looked about once more to try and find something….anything that would tell him where in Ferelden was he. He found nothing, and sighed as he leaned his head back on the tree and took a deep breath and tried to make sense of what had happened.
(How in the name of the Maker did I land here in this forest? Last I recall, I was pulling out that sword I sent into the head of that Archdemon and then that massive wave of energy hit me, bright light and then here….)
(Am I dead? No, if I was dead then I wouldn't be feeling like this at all, so where am I?)
The Warden looked around and had to admit that the forest was attractive, not the same as the wilds he had been too and at least he was not going to be suddenly attacked by the regular creatures and those that were infected by the Blight. He checked his gear, his Family Sword was still there, as well as Star fang, his Bow of the Golden Sun, and his Warden Commander armor set was still there along with his other gear. He was happy about that when he woke up in this place, he would never forgive himself if he lost all the gear that had been key to his successes in fighting the Darkspawn.
He felt his stomach growl and decided to see if he still had food left in his pack, his head was finally calm enough to not bother him and his hunger was demanding that he get some sustenance. He had found some dried meat, bread and amazingly enough a pot of honey and a flask of ale. He dug in and ate the food ravenously and felt some measure of calm in his body and that was something that he needed.
He looked around and decided to set up camp for the time being and get some rest as night would fall soon and once the day would come, he was going to find any trace of his comrades, failing that, he would have to find a town or village that could direct him to Ostagar or anywhere else that he might recognize, and if possible find the others.
He moved forward after his meal to find a good campsite and found one near a rock face and it was in a semi circle as well. He cleaned the area as best he could and he soon got a fire started due to his training and experiences, and also get some leaves, soft earth, and used one of the hides he had in back to make proper bedding for a better chance of getting some sleep. He then decided to remove his armor and get comfortable though he made sure to keep both of his swords close to him on the off chance he was suddenly going to be attacked by whatever was resting here.
He looked around and sighed a bit as he went to sleep, hoping that by tomorrow he would be able to find the others soon, and he hoped that the nightmares he would have about the Darkspawn would finally be put to rest, he needed his sleep badly at this point.
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Unknown to the Grey Warden…
"Who is he?"
"I do not know for sure….no doubt that he is human, but still, why would he wander around like that?"
The speakers were elves, but were certainly not like the Dalish or City Elves that resided in the land of Thedas, they were female, all, slender, beautiful yet strong and powerful in form. They were the Kal'dorei, the Children of the Stars, or in the Common tongue, the Night Elves. They had been living in these lands for many centuries ever since the dawn of the world that they resided in. The two were part of the Sentinels, the military branch of the Night Elves and at the moment, they were soon joined by three more of their kindred as they observed the sleeping Grey Warden.
They had been on patrol for some time and were about to call it a day when they heard shouting and headed in that direction and spotted the Grey Warden as he moved through the forest, they then decided to track this human and see just where he was going to go. At the moment, they were focused on keeping an eye on him and see if he was a threat. While they were part of the Alliance they were not entirely trusting of the younger races as well as they were of them.
They were however under orders from Tyrande not to harm humans unless they were part of any evil cult or had harmed their people, this one had done neither as of yet and seems to be merely lost. However, they were still in need of answers on who he was and what he was doing here in the lands.
One of the Night Elves and leader of this band of the Sentinels, Callis Stareye decided get closer to better identify this stranger. She silently motioned for her sisters to follow her as they moved to the encampment of the Grey Warden and as soon as they were thre, she took the time to look at the features of the Grey Warden.
She was quick to note that for a human, he was rather handsome to say the least, chiseled features and only a few scars here and there, a strange tattoo was on the right side of his face, dark hair like midnight and a slight showing of a beard was there. She could see that this was no stranger to battle as despite sleeping, he seemed to be in the grip of one dream or another.
She placed that aside for the time being and directed her attention to the man's gear, she looked at the Warden Commander's Armor and had to give her appreciation for the kind of construction that went into the making of this armor. It was well made and was crafted with great skill, while offering excellent protection from attacks. The unique Griffin symbol on the armor was also interesting. She had seen griffins before as they were used in battle by the Alliance forces more than once in their time and was quite an interesting creature though she preferred the hippogryphs more, she placed that aside as she then directed her attention to the weapons he carried.
The bow was beautiful, and seemed to radiate strength and power before her, something that told her that whoever this man is, he possessed considerable wealth and power to own such a bow, she could also see that the arrows that he had were not the regular kind as she could sense some form of magic in them that spoke volumes of the nature of this man. His swords were also different, one seemed to be a normal Longsword but it was well cared for and seemed to have some level of magical power. The other sword was different in many ways as it seemed to have lines of power that glowed deep blue in them and it was unlike most regular swords that she had seen in her life time as a member of the Sentinels and she had to give her appreciation of the smith who made such a weapon.
As she was done, she decided to see if there was anything else on the man's person but as she was about to do so, the man apparently had been only half awakened as he roared out a battle oath and was quickly getting his swords in hand and moved away, quickly placing his back to the wall to prevent him from being attacked from behind.
This action had been enough to force Callis and her fellow Sentinels to quickly ready their bows as they also appeared before the Warden and were ready to end his life if he did anything to harm their fellow Sentinel and their commander.
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Damien had been suffering another one of the bad dreams, evidence to him that the Darkspawn blood he had drank during the Joining still affected him, the dream was when he was back in Howe's estate only this time, the bastard traitor had spared his parents only to kill them before him and his group, he recalled the looks on both his parents when they were last seen alive by him in their home and he watched as Howe sneered at him as he killed them.
That was why he roared in anger and reflexively readied himself for battle as he awoke and readied his swords to fight, but as soon as he reminded himself that it was just a dream since he had already killed Howe, he began to relax, but the moment he recovered his senses, they warned him of danger and he looked about to find himself being watched by five beings who were armed with bows and arrows were notched into them.
That was enough to get him readied for battle but he looked at the people, and to his surprise, they were all female. He looked at them carefully and saw that they were tall, almost as tall as he was, though he was slightly taller by at least some inches. That was something that surprised some of his companions at times though they made no issue of his height since Sten was the tallest of the whole group that were human and living, Shale was much taller due to the fact that she was a Golem.
They appeared to be elivish though they hardly matched the appearance of the City Elves or the Dalish Elves as well. They all had purple skin of some lighter and darker tones, long ears, much longer than those of the Elves he knew of. Their forms were lithe and curvaceous, yet he could tell that underneath the physical beauty, these females were muscular and strong as well, the eye brows were prominent as well and some of the women appear to have glowing blue eyes and some of them have different colors in their hair, two of them had deep green hair, two had light blue, and the other one had deep blue hair.
And they were wearing little armor, they had greaves on, bracers, thigh guards, light pauldrons with purple feathers in the edges, and some form of chest armor that protected their….more than ample busts, one of them apparently had markings that denoted higher rank as he knew that higher ranking officials usually had more adornment to show their status when in battle, just like his Warden Commander Armor.
He had bet that if Zevran was with him, the Crow Assassin would have been happy to see such a sight, and he had to admit that he found the sight very interesting as well as even Morrigan didn't dress like this in any fashion, but he was in a dangerous situation and only had a simple set of clothes on at the moment and he had no armor on him.
One of the eleven women, the Commander spoke to him in some form of language that he could understand though he had noted something of an accent there.
"Who are you human?"
Damien had no idea what was going on before him and he decided that discretion is the better part of valor and placed both swords down and spoke to the apparent leader of this all female bunch.
"I am Damien Cousland, youngest son of Bryce and Eleanor Cousland of Highever, and one of the last Fereldan Grey Wardens. Now that I told you who I am, I want to know who are you? You and your companions are not like the City Elves I know of, and you're not of the Dalish Elves either."
Callis was confused by this, the only elves she knew were her kindred, the….High Elves, and the Blood Elves. She had no idea who these City or Dalish Elves were and wondered just what this man was talking about, However, she knew that she didn't have the answers and decided that maybe the Druids of her people may hold the answer.
One of her fellow Night Elves then spoke to her in their native tongue as to keep the stranger in the dark on what they were saying to one another.
"What should we do sister?"
Callis replied to that.
"I do not know, but we should take him to the Druids and let them decide what to make of him."
"Are you certain that is the right path?"
"I wish I had a more open answer to that, but we have to do this quickly."
Damien didn't like this sudden change of pace as the women were talking to themselves in a tongue that didn't match any of the languages that he was familiar with in all his studies of history, politics, and culture in the library in his home as well as the things he had learned in his journeys. He didn't make any moves that would get him noticed however as the others were still armed and ready for battle to face him. He had no idea what to make of all this but he was not going to take the risk and let himself be skewered by arrows just because of a misunderstanding.
The leader of the group then spoke to him directly in the same voice.
"You are to come with us human?"
"And where to do you plan to take me then? And for your information lady, I do have a name."
However, just as things were about to get difficult, a whooping cry was heard and from the other side came a large number of beings, goat like men who were tall and had curved swords in their hands, long curved horns, hair and goat feet with tails of some sort. Damien had no idea what they were, but one thing was for certain, they were not friendly as they roared out ion battle lust.
"By Andraste's grace…what are they?!"
The Night Elves however knew those creatures well enough and Callis shouted.
"Satyrs!!! Drive these foul beasts back sisters!!"
The Night elves began unleashing their attacks as the Satyrs closed the gap and began to attack them as the Satyrs attacked the Sentinels head on. Several of the Satyrs fell to the arrows of the Night Elves but there were more of them and that worried Callis as she knew that while they were more than able to fight as a team, her Sentinels were outnumbered to say the least and judging by the number of Satyrs that were closing in on them, they were soon going to be overwhelmed.
As she readied an arrow into her bow, one of the Satyrs broke ranks and charged right at her and she attacked, her arrow was buried deeply into the chest of the creature, but she missed it's foul heart and it came closer. However it was soon killed as it's head was sent flying, she turned to see Damien with both swords at the ready as he charged into the battle just as the Satyr fell dead, it's blood flowing deeply into the Earth itself.
She looked just as the Grey Warden engaged the Satyrs in battle, dumbfounded by the strange man's actions as he began to fight the creatures with out his swords in hand and none of his heavy armor.
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(By Andraste's Grace….I hope I survive this.)
Damien had no time to say those words as he summoned all of his knowledge, training and experience in fighting with the creatures, he had no idea what was going on before him still, but now was not the time for questions as he knew that he had to fight, despite knowing little of the women there before him, his nobility and chivalrous nature forbade him to stand by and do nothing, though he could bet that his beloved Witch of the Wilds, Morrigan would have called him foolish for such an action.
The first Satyr that he attacked tried to block his attacks, but he cared little for that and began to attack faster and in harder to block angles as well, he moved quickly and as soon as he saw an opening in the creature's actions, he quickly drove Star Fang into it's heart, making the creature cry out as the weapon easily sliced through flesh, bone and organs and was out the back. The Warden wasted no time and quickly pulled out Star Fang and blocked another attack aimed at his person and quickly was beset by two Satyrs, but despite being attacked by two foes at the same time, the Warden kept his cool and focused on fighting the two who have beset him.
He blocked each attack well, relying on training and practical experience and as soon as he spotted an opening, slashed the neck of one of the Satyrs and as it reeled and dropped it's sickle like sword to grasp it's torn open neck, he directed his full attention on the other and after trading blows with it, he sliced off the creature's sword arm with his Family Sword and drove Star Fang through the chest once more, striking the heart and killing the still screaming Satyr. Another fell on him and attacked,, forcing him to roll away to avoid the strike, he then blocked the attack and lashed out with a kick to force the Satyr back.
The creature growled and charged but not before the Warden rolled forward and introduced both blades into the chest of the Satyr and then kicked the creature off both blade and he quickly turned to block another attack by another Satyr, the two traded blows quickly and it was then that another one was about to join it's compatriot to kill him, He saw that he had to act fast and quickly attacked as the Satyr raised it's weapon and he quickly slashed it in the legs forcing it to miss and he quickly side stepped the next attack of the new Satyr and he quickly slashed the creature forcing it back and he quickly closed the gap and drove both swords into the stomach of the creature, he then yanked them out and slashed off the head of the screaming Satyr with his Family Sword and drove Star Fang into the back of the still wounded Satyr.
However, he was soon attacked by three more Satyrs, he deflected the first two but the other one managed to land two slashes on the Warden, one on the right side of his body and another to his right arm, however these didn't stop the Warden as he decided to quickly use the Power of Blood, a gift given to him by the spirit of Avernus, a dead Grey Warden who researched the possible uses of magic and blood to awaken the full power of the Darkspawn blood drank in the Joining by every Grey Warden.
In that moment, he felt the power flow through him and he roared out challenge to the Satyrs and pushed them back and quickly began to cut through them, his speed and dexterity increased tenfold as he became a whirlwind of destruction as the three Satyrs were cut down easily and the rest were soon being assaulted by the warden as he quickly lashed out with both his Family Sword and Starfang as the blood of the Satyrs filled the ground and they fell dead.
However, Damien could feel the strain hit him fast and hard as he felt his stamina and health begin to diminish with each move and he could feel the power of the Blood Talent beginning to fade away from his body. However, he managed to hold on and quickly killed the last of the Satyrs before him with him decapitating the leader with both swords in one fatal strike.
The other Satyrs were stunned by this and retreated quickly, leaving their slain and dying brethren behind as the Grey Warden looked at the dead Satyrs and fell to the ground on his knees, exhausted, both his swords covered in blood and he looked at the Night Elves who were heading towards him as he fell exhausted to the ground.
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Callis and her sisters had watched the Grey Warden fight with amazing skill, in all their years of warfare and vigilance, they had never seen anyone fight like this human, though they were stunned when he suddenly became a whirlwind of destruction and slaughtered the Satyrs as they watched on as he cut them down. As soon as the surviving Satyrs were in full retreat, they moved in and quickly checked the human, his wounds were not grievous to say the least but he was somehow low on life and that shocked the Sentinels considerably.
Callis checked him and found his body to be severely drained and she knew that it had something to do when he was wounded by that Satyr before he slaughtered them. She turned to her sisters and spoke quickly.
"We need to send him to the Druids nearby! Quickly sisters, gather anything that belongs to him and hurry!"
All the women nodded and quickly began to gather his gear, the last thing Damien noticed when he woke up briefly was the fact that his head was on the legs of the Night Elf Commander and he was looking at her undeniably beautiful face while he was also near her….breasts at the same time, allowing him to see them. He had enough time to smile and speak to himself.
(Damn….now that is a sight worth sleeping over….)
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The Night Elves managed to take the Grey Warden to the village of Silverwind Ridge and quickly called some of the nearby Druids to help heal the human, the head Druid was Darken Wolfeye, the old Druid looked at the Warden and had him taken to a nearby house that was not inhabited for the time being. There he and his fellow Druids were busy trying to heal the man, however, it was then that they discovered something of shock and surprise.
As soon as they were done with healing the wounds of the man, the head Druid then decided to speak to Callis.
The Night Elf Sentinel spoke first to the head Druid.
"How is he?"
The elder Druid shook his head a bit and spoke.
"He is fine, his wounds were not fatal thank Elune for that, but he is different."
That was enough to get the attention of the Sentinel and she was curious about what was it that made the head Druid say such a thing.
"Different? How so?"
"it's his blood, it's human well enough from what I can sense, but somehow it's been mixed with another form of blood and is laced with some sort of magical powers, and these have a dark and malevolent taint of some sort."
That worried Callis as she recalled the fury that the warden was in when he slaughtered the Satyrs only hours before and she spoke.
"Taint? Is it of the Legion?"
The head Druid shook his head.
"No….it is something else entirely, something evil yet has no tie to the Legion, nor is it the same as we would find in warlocks, the Undead, the High elves, the Blood Elves or any other race for that matter…he is different yet I sense no evil in his heart despite this taint. How did you find him?"
Callis told Darken everything that happened and the elderly Druid thoughtfully touched his beard and began to think over the implications of the whole event as well.
"You say that he had slaughtered those Satyrs within mere moments?"
"Yes, he however changed the very second the Satyr wounded him, he seemed to be summoning something in himself and then he slaughtered all of them before falling unconscious."
"Hmmm….this is interesting, in all my years of magical study, this is very much unknown to me, I think it would be best that we keep him here, he is tired and exhausted so he must be given sanctuary by us."
"Can we trust him?"
"Honestly young one, that is hard to determine, from what you have told me of this Damien Cousland, he is not from here and his powers are unlike what I know of until we speak to him once he is conscious. For now I suggest a number of guards here in this house in the outside and inside, I will assign one of my apprentice Druids to watch him carefully and tend to him until he recovers."
With that, the two of them entered the house and the head Druid spoke to one of the Druids tending to the warden, a female Druid by the name of Kaisha Mooneye, like her fellow female Night Elf she was tall, lithe, curvaceous, yet muscular and strong, though unlike the Night Elf Sentinel, she wore the robes of a Druid and carried a staff as well as her primary weapon of choice as well as having a pack of herbs and potions on her person.
"Kaisha."
"Yes Elder?"
"I need you to remain here and help tend to our guest, I need to send word to Darnassus and inform Lady Tyrande of him so as to determine who he is and if he is a member of the Alliance."
Kaisha was surprised by this and nodded at the orders of her leader.
"Of course Elder."
Darken then spoke to the Night Elf Sentinel Commander.
"You'll need to be in charge of the security around this man young one, it would be better this way that he awakens to a familiar face than a strange one, I need you to make sure that even though you have discovered his….unique blood traits do not have him feel that he is a prisoner so do not try to threaten him, once I return from Darnassus, then we can try and get some answers from him."
Callis sighed at that and nodded as the Elder Druid left and was soon going to Darnassus and took the form of the Storm Crow and left the building. She then turned to walk away just as Kaisha spoke to her.
"Sister….what do you think of this man?"
Callis looked at the man and then to Kaisha and replied to the Druid's question.
'I do not know, but for now he is under our charge. I'll need to see to the rest of the village, do what you can for him."
"Yes!"
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Two days later…
Damien groaned a bit and opened his eyes, he had to admit that the last thing he expected to see the second he opened his eyes was a roof, this told him that he was in a house of some sort, he felt some level of relief and some worry, it was then that he looked around and then was greeted by the smell of a steaming bowl of food near a table…and the sight of another one of those female purple skinned elves, only this one was dressed robes and what he could see, the furs of animals and carrying a staff of some sort, like the ones he had met before, this woman was lithe, curvaceous and very attractive with the same build as her fellow women, then only difference was her skin tone as a bit lighter and her eyes were glowing amber.
The woman smiled at him and spoke.
"Greetings, I had been worried since you have not awakened in two days, I am Kaisha Mooneye, a Druid of the Night Elves."
This naturally confused Damien as he tried to recall anything in his studies and experiences about this race of Elves that he had just met.
"N-Night elves? I've met many elves from the City and the Dalish territories, but I need to know something….did Alistair take the crown and become king?"
"Who?"
Damien had no idea what was going on here, this elf….purple skinned and gorgeous that he was should know about how the battle had ended.
"Alistair, a templar like me, a Grey Warden and king of Fereldan, did he survive the battle at Ostagar?"
At the looks of confusion of the woman, Damien felt anger rise in him, but quickly submerged it as he tried to think of a more intellectual way to find the answers to the questions that were swarming over his mind at the moment on where he was and what was he doing here in this place. However, his hunger finally got to him and he felt like an idiot and looked at the food and Kaisha nodded.
"It's for you so no need to be shy or anything, I already had my food."
With that the warden quickly ate, his hunger already begging to be satisfied, the Darkspawn taint in his body had the effect of driving him to ravenous hunger and as such he was quick to finish his food, which comprised of hot bread, meat flavored soup, some dried meat that tasted like venison, some cheese and the glass of water that was there. All the while, Kaisha was amazed at how quickly the human ate his food and drank his drink, she had seen warriors who ate greatly when they got back from their battles or adventures but she had never seen anyone eat this quickly before in her life.
As soon as Damien was done, he felt his hunger gnaw at him once more and that was quickly picked up by the Druid and she turned to speak to the nearby guards, one questioned her briefly and she replied in their native tongue and the guard left, minutes later, a large plate of bread and fruit along with some cooked meat was there and Damien ate all of that without any hesitation, much to the amazement of the Night Elves.
He had finished his meal just as two more figures arrived, one was the same Night Elf Sentinel Commander and a massive male who had a beard and was dressed in the same fashion as Kaisha though he seemed to wear more regal versions of the clothes that the younger woman had on her and he carried a more ornate staff than she did. The man looked at him with the same amber eyes as Kaisha and he seemed to have a smile on his face as he spoke.
"Good day to you young man, I am Darken Wolfeye, and I would like to commend you for your appetite, and that is understandable since you have been asleep for two days since you were brought here by Callis."
(He must be referring to the woman I met before.)
Damien smiled a bit and looked at Callis and spoke to her to show that he was grateful for her help.
"Thank you Lady Callis for what you have done. But is my…"
Callis nodded at that and replied.
"Your equipment is here, safe and sound, however, we have questions."
(I was wondering when that was going to happen, well, might as well face the music.)
"I suppose you do."
Darken then spoke to him.
"I do not wish for you to think that you are a prisoner of our people Damien Cousland, you are however an odd person to us and we are merely taking precautions as per our need to be assured that your are not a danger to anyone here."
Damien understood that well enough and could respect that.
"It's all right, but I need to know, where am I?"
Darken sat down on a nearby chair while Callis leaned on the nearby wall next to Kaisha as the elder Druid spoke to their guest.
"You are Silverwind Ridge, a village of my people, the Kal'dorei or as humans here in Kalimdor know as the Night Elves, and I am head Druid here in this village, Kaisha is one of my students and Callis is a commander in our military forces known as the Sentinels. Judging from your garb and the way you act, you do not seem to be from the lands of the humans, so where did you come from young man?"
Damien decided that he might as well tall them what they needed to know about him, if they knew anything about the aftermath in the battle at Ostagar, then maybe they could help him in any fashion, he had a feeling that he might have somehow been sent into another part of Thedas, or at another continent for that matter, so telling them everything he knew just might help him in some fashion.
"it's a very long story you know."
Darken smiled at that and replied.
"I have lived for a very long time young man, I have all the time in the world for long stories."
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To be continued….
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That takes care of that prologue, now on to the character.
Damien as you can see is the Human Noble Grey Warden and is something of a noble person and does the good things most would expect of a noble, though this is balanced by being practical at the same time as he does have a relationship with Morrigan which is how he survives the slaying of the Archdemon.
Cardos is the name of his Mabiri War hound and he will make an appearance soon enough as the war hound will be the only character from the Dragon Age Universe who will be in the story. Also the Power of Blood is present and due to some twist in the power that sent the Grey Warden into the world of Warcraft, it will undergo some changes as well as have some powers of my own creation, however, most of them will be draining of the health of our hero in keeping true to the origin of the Power of Blood.
Damien as a Warrior class and he has two Specializations, that of the Templar and that of the Champion so he's centered as a leader and a mage slayer, he will have all the abilities of said classes as well and as you have read is a master in both Dual Wielding, and has advanced training in Archery, as well as Mastery in Combat Tactics and Combat Training, and lastly some skills in Coercion, Herbalism, and Survival. This makes him a deadly fighter in his own right so we'll just have to wait and see how he plays in the World of Warcraft.
As for pairings….that's up to me at this point but feel free to comment on it if you want to have your own say in the matter.