CH.1 the fall of the clan.
Dalish sat by the fire watching Simra chatter at the dwarf named Varric who was smiling and keeping pace with the small elf, Dalish sighed happily as she snuggled deeper into the embrace of her soulmate Skinner. Skinner hugged her tighter as she adjusted her seat between Skinner's thighs enjoying the feeling of Skinner purring as elves do when they are really comfortable. She watched Simra talking about the missions she had been on with Asaaranda, Dalish had been shocked by the fact that the herald and the chief had bad blood but it seem to mostly be some kind of mistake on both their parts. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against her love's breasts allowing the smooth rise and fall of Skinner's chest accompanied by her heartbeat to send her mind drifting back to that fateful day so long ago when her clan died and she found her soulmate.
Long before she became known solely as Dalish her name was Kara Lavellan first to her clan and currently the person stuck on 'Simra duty' as her clan liked to put it, not that her clan disliked the young elf no not at all she was their pride and joy the only elf in living memory to learn the full tongue of her people but she had one large problem her pension for finding trouble wherever she went. So here Kara sat on a half collapsed pillar in the middle of the ruin watching the young woman sleep as she walked the fade, Simra was actually her cousin and the clan's second the one elf the clan would never trade away to another clan no matter what. The smell of smoke reached her and Kara looked around for the source and saw to her horror a giant pillar of smoke behind her coming from the direction of the camp! Kara jumped off her seat and rushed over to Simra to gently as she could while hurrying woke the elf, but to her shock before she could even lay a hand on the elf Simra bolted upright and whirled to her. [Come on Ma Falon the clan needs us!] With that the woman grabbed her bow shaped staff and tossed Kara her plain staff before rushing off towards camp, Kara followed right on her heels while praying to the creators they would get there in time to save the clan.
Kara and Simra entered the clearing holding the clan to find the wagons on fire and many of their clan already dead but many more now trapped in cages and soldiers and mages yelling in trevent force them into the cages, a shout alerted Kara to the fact that the slavers had seen them but before they could run they found themselves surrounded by the slavers. Simra whirled and put her back to Kara and drew and settled her staff into a defensive position while Kara did the same thing. With spells flying the pair fought bitterly to escape the circle, when one of Simra's fireballs set fire to one of Kara's oil spells the slavers moved out of the way of the flames creating a small opening that the elves took. Bolting through flames and into the forest they ran knowing it was too late now to help the clan the only thing they could do is run and hope to find another clan, a fireball blasted the pair part throwing Kara forward –breaking her staff-and knocking Simra to the ground where a branch fell trapping her there.
Kara rushed to her side trying to pull her cousin out from under the tree, the sound of soldiers come made them freeze and Kara glanced fearfully at the trees. [Run Ma Falon warn the other clans that slavers are here in the marches Simra will buy you time!] [Simra!] Kara said choking on tears, Simra smiled sadly and brushed the tears from Kara's eyes. [Simra will do the Dalish proud Simra will not submit, go Ma Falon the others need to know!] Simra said choking on her own tears, more rustling more Simra writhe before sending a pulse of force magic flying into Kara hurling her and Simra's staff across a small ravine nearly thirdty feet away. [SIMRA!] Kara cried as she saw the slavers come through the trees and Simra twisted yelling in elven as she hurled spell after spell at the slavers who slowly advanced. [I am of the last elven and never again will I submit!] Kara stood rooted to the spot watching in horror her younger cousin's last stand, she saw a sword run Simra through and when it was pulled out the elven mage fell back to the ground soundlessly. She scrambled up dropping Simra's bow staff with its crystal top and ran into the woods refusing to let her cousin's sacrifice be wasted!