Darkspawn Apocalypse
Prologue
Darkness devoured the sun and all light over the lands a low rumble from the earth caused mass panic, everyone feared the worst. The doomsday had arrived in 2012 as predicted; the news reports said- the world was ending. In the United Kingdom something arose from the ground, previously uncovered tunnels below ground were discovered and something was marching from them. News reporters soon regretted going to the site as awful creatures, hideous monstrosities cackling away walked toward them.
"Wh-what are they!" a female reporter shrieked in horror.
"D-darkspawn!" a man bellowed, "That's impossible, darkspawn are fictional creatures from Dragon Age!" On the camera of the female reporter a large shadowy figure stomped its way toward them, many people were already fleeing. "AN OGRE!" the man yelled running as fast as his legs would carry him.
The woman shrieked once more as the ogre came into view. Her cameraman had left the camera on the floor and run. The ogre roared and lifted her up and she passed out lifeless inn its hands, he roared again crushing her petit body dropping it in front of the camera, her eyes open from the force of the ogre's hand; dead and lifelessly staring into the camera. Wales was being slowly taken by the darkspawn, the military's weapons not doing much. They soon found that the only way to kill the darkspawn was with blades, arrows, maces, hammers, axes and magic: the way they were killed in Dragon Age.
But with the darkspawn arrived help- the Grey Wardens. Wales had few Grey Wardens was lost to the darkspawn by the time they managed to gather forces. Some aided the military in forging weapons to battle the Blight with; some helped train their forces in swordsmanship and archery. Not everyone was aware to the dangers of going outside, most-almost everyone, but a few remained oblivious the horrors that were lurking in the streets.