Chapter 1
Eli Mahariel had arrived at Ostagar; she looked upon the small encampment with mild disdain. She wished to be back at her clan's encampment with Merrill, Feneral and Tamlen… Tamlen, her closet friend. He was like a brother to her; they always had each other's backs, ever since the Keeper asked Ashalle to look after them. Eli was so lost in her thoughts that she bumped into a sagely looking woman. The woman wore robes from the circle of Magi, her silver hair pulled back into a small ponytail. Eli cursed herself as a rush of blood warmed her face.
"Elgar'nan!"
"Hm?"
"Abelas Hahren. Forgive my-."
Eli looked up as she started to apologize, hearing the old woman chuckle lightly. She placed her hand on the Dalish Rogue's shoulder, offering Eli a warm smile.
"It's alright, we all get lost in thought sometimes. I am Wynne, and you must be the new recruit to the Grey Wardens."
"Yes, I am Eli Mahariel."
"Pleasure dear. Tell me do you know of the connection between the Darkspawn and the Fade?"
"The Fade? My people call it the Beyond, but I know of no connection. Are you sayin' that Darkspawn are just dream spirits?"
"Well, not exactly. The chant of light speaks of the Black city and how the Darkspawn are the embodiment of our sins."
"The Chantry says many things… But I suppose it's something to ponder."
"True, now you should run along I'm sure the Grey Wardens have better things for you to do."
"May our paths cross again, Hahren."
The Dalish Rogue turned around the corner and saw a rugged looking man flirting unsuccessfully with a woman. Curious, Eli walked near them. When she noticed the woman's disinterested look she walked over to the pair, attracting their attention instantly. She flashed her infamous, mischievous grin before speaking.
"Miss, I believe the captain is looking for you."
"Thank you."
The woman's eyes showed her relief as she gripped Eli's shoulder before nodding her head and leaving. The man smiled his cocky grin as his eyes roamed over Eli's body. The Dalish Rogue rolled her eyes.
"You must be Duncan's latest recruit. Ser knight and I were just betting on what you'd be, not an Elf… yet here you are."
"You got a problem with that Shem?"
"No, just don't see many of your kind among the Grey Wardens."
"Hmph. All you Shems are the same."
"I didn't mean to offend. Let's start over, I'm Daveth."
Eli walked away without another word. She walked up a nearby flight of stairs. Looking around the Dalish Rogue noticed a woman administering blessings to some soldiers. There was one who stood apart from the rest. He was of stoutly build and had an average look about him. Eli was about to walk up to the chantry woman when the man approached her.
"I am Ser Jory. You must be the new recruit. Are you excited to be riding into battle with the king?"
"You're not all that smart are you?"
"That's not fair."
"Whatever."
The Dalish Rogue walked away from the man and a few feet over to the woman administering blessings. She gave the woman a playful smirk before bowing her head respectfully. Eli's grey eyes gleamed with mischief as she looked the woman over. The priestess was a blonde woman who was an average farm girl turned Lay sister. She offered her hand out to the Dalish Rogue.
"Will you receive the Maker's blessing?"
"Can I receive your blessing?"
Well, I…"
"Tonight, my tent?"
The Lay sister blushed and nodded. Eli's smirk grew before she walked away. The Dalish Rogue walked around the camp until she stumbled upon a tall, blonde man. She recognized the Templar shield he carried and stealthily hid behind a nearby pillar and watched as the blonde man argued with what appeared to be a mage. Once the mage walked off Eli came out from her hiding spot and walked over to the blonde man. He noticed her and smiled.
"Isn't it wonderful how the Blight brings people together? It's like a party; we could all join hands and sing a song."
"Are all Shems so odd?"
"I can't speak for all of us… Is there something I can help you with?"
"You're Alistair right?"
"Yes…"
"Duncan's looking for you."
Without another word Eli walked away from The ex-Templar. Alistair blinked a few times before walking after her. Eli didn't slow down, or stop, until she reached Duncan. The Senior Grey Warden turned away from Daveth and Jory as Eli approached him, Alistair in tow. He smiled kindly at the Dalish Rogue before turning an exasperated gaze upon Alistair. The Templar visibly flinched before rubbing the back of his head. Duncan spoke in a firm, reprimanding voice one used when scolding a child.
"We can get started now. That is, if you're done wiling up the mages Alistair."
"What can I say the Revered Mother ambushed me... The way she wields guilt we should put her in the army…"
"Not that this Shem's incompetence isn't entertaining enough, but can we get on with whatever task this 'Joining' entails?"
"Eager are we? Very well Alistair shall accompany you into the Wilds to retrieve three vials of Darkspawn blood."
"What's the blood for?"
"A valid question Daveth, you will see when you return. You will also be retrieving the lost treaties from the old archives."
"Alright, blood and papers. May we get started?"
Duncan raised an eyebrow at Eli's outburst, but nodded nonetheless. The Dalish Rogue took no time dallying and walked off towards the gate that lead to the Kocari Wilds. A soldier stopped her to open the gate, she glared at him. He bit his tongue and lowered his gaze. Alistair stayed a few feet behind her with Ser Jory as they left Ostagar, whereas Daveth sidled up next to her and tried to strike up a conversation.
Once they entered the Wilds Eli had had enough of Daveth's insistent, asinine attempts at flirting. She stopped and spun around to him. He stopped and blinked a few times before smiling.
"Finally can't resist my charms."
Without a single word the Dalish Rogue punched him. Daveth fell to the ground with a hand clutched over his bleeding mouth. Eli smirked before walking away. Alistair and Jory ran up to Daveth and helped him to his feet. Neither of the men said a word as they continued after the Dalish Rogue.
Eli and the three men stopped when they found an injured man crawling around. The three men exchanged glances as Eli knelt down next to the man. Alistair couldn't keep quiet.
"What happened?"
"We… Were… Ambushed…"
"We should help him."
"We don't have time."
Alistair ignored the Dalish Rogue and knelt down to bandage the man. The man stood and gave Alistair his thanks before limping towards Ostagar. Alistair turned back to Eli, who was watching the man limp away, pathetically. The ex- Templar smiled.
"See that didn't take any time at all."
Eli had an expressionless face as she unsheathed one of her Ba'Misu. The three men warily watched her as she threw the dagger at the wounded soldier. It went straight through his heart. The men all backed away. Daveth considered running while Eli retrieved her dagger from the now dead soldier.
After wiping off the blood she returned the blade to its sheath before walking back over to the three men. She looked up, her emotionless grey eyes blinked a few times before she ran a hand through her thick, short, black hair. Alistair took a tentative step towards her. He placed a hand on her shoulder before speaking.
"Eli?"
"Hm?"
"You alright?"
Eli smiled at him before grabbing his hand and flipping him over her shoulder. She unsheathed her Ba'Misu and held it to his throat in one fluid movement. Alistair blinked a few times before he cleared his throat and spoke.
"Does the word crazy mean anything to you?"
"I prefer the term 'ruthless' myself."
"Right…"
Before Alistair could finish his response Eli grabbed her bow and shot at a Darkspawn. Daveth and Jory defended the Dalish Rogue and Alistair, as he got up to join the fight. After the last of the Darkspawn were slain and Eli had collected three vials of Darkspawn blood she stood and examined their surroundings. She noticed something was following them; it looked to be a raven. The Dalish Rogue told the three men to check the bodies for anything useful. They all nodded and set to work.
Eli walked away from the three men and down a little path. She found the tree the raven was perched in and leaned against it. The Dalish Rogue noticed that the raven had cocked its head at her. In a slightly hushed tone Eli spoke to the Raven.
"Don't be frightened or fly away. I won't hurt you."
In a graceful movement Eli grabbed a branch and flipped herself up into the tree. She landed quietly next to the Raven. It did not stir, just sat there and stared at her; its golden eyes watching her every movement. Eli relaxed against the trunk of the tree. The raven cocked its head at her as Eli motioned for it to come closer. It seemed a bit bold and landed on the Dalish Rogue's leg. Eli smiled, before reaching out to pet the bird as she spoke.
"You're quite bold, and curious. I like you. It's nice to find some quiet time away from those bumbling Shemlen men."
The Raven allowed Eli to gently run her fingers along its body as she continued to tell it about what had happened to her and Tamlen in the ruins, about leaving her clan and Merrill, about the taint, the Grey Wardens and the Joining.
A few hours had passed and it was late afternoon turning to evening. Neither of the men wanted to be in the Wilds at night. Alistair lead the other two men down the path he thought he saw Eli disappear into. They wandered around for a bit calling her name.
Eli heard Alistair's voice. She looked down at the raven before picking it up in the palm of her hand. Eli smiled at the little bird before whispering to it and sitting it down.
"Now I must leave, be careful. I wish I could bring you with me, but my journey is too dangerous. Thank you for listening to me. Goodbye."
As Alistair made it near the tree Eli leapt down from her perch. The raven flew off in the distance towards a ruined building. Eli smiled to herself before turning to her would-be companions. They all gave her a confused look. The Dalish Rogue didn't say a word, just walked off in the direction of the crumbling ruins of the Grey Wardens archives.
Eli and the three men made it to the ruins within the hour. They looked around for a moment until Eli spotted a broken cache. She knelt next to it and checked to see if anything was in it, the cache was empty. The Dalish Rogue stood and turned to Alistair.
Before anyone in the little group could say anything a woman walked out of the shadows cast by a pillar. The woman was a flawless beauty with raven coloured hair. She sauntered into view, her golden eyes gleaming in the evening sun. Eli was mesmerized, whereas the men were apprehensive. The woman spoke in a melodic voice with a sinister undertone.
"Well well, now what have we here? Vulture, a scavenger poking at bones that were long since dead. Did you come into these Darkspawn filled Wilds of mine in search of easy prey?"
"And just how are these your Wilds?"
"Quiet Shem."
"What say you, scavenger or intruder? And your friends…"
"These Shemlens are no friends of mine. I am Eli Mahariel of the Sabre clan led by Keeper Marethari. It is both a pleasure and an honor to meet you Ashabellenar."
"Now that is a proper, civil greeting, even here in the Wilds; You may call me Morrigan. I believe the 'Ashabellenar' you speak of 'tis my mother."
Alistair lessened his glare at the Elven woman, who had hushed him and turned to the other men, confusion writ upon his face. Both Daveth and Jory shared in Alistair's confusion. Here they stood watching Eli, a Dalish who seemed to hate all of humanity, actually being civil to the Witch of the Wilds. Alistair stepped forward, not forgetting what they had come here for.
"Where are the papers that were here? You're some kind of sneaky witch thief aren't you? She looks Chasind Eli."
"How very eloquent, are you afraid barbarians will swoop down upon you?"
"Yes, swooping is bad."
Eli glared at Alistair before she stepped away from him and closer to Morrigan. Her grey eyes meeting Morrigan's gold ones. Eli wanted to turn around and send the ex-Templar Shemlen back to his Grey Wardens on his shield. No one should accuse a woman of legend, even if Morrigan wasn't but her daughter instead, of being some sort of barbarian; she still deserved the respect due to someone of her talents. Morrigan just continued to watch Eli in silence.
The Dalish Rogue decided to ask about the treaties. She had an obligation to her clan, Eli had to uphold her end of the treaties and recover them. Sighing to herself Eli spoke in a forced athorative tone.
"Do you know where the treaties are, daughter of Ashabellenar?"
"There's no need for titles. As for the treaties, my mother has them."
"You're joking. She's joking, right, Eli?"
Eli turned to Alistair with a glare before punching a soft spot in his armor on his arm. Eli then turned her attention back to Morrigan. The witch giggled, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her golden eyes seem to glow in the setting sun. Eli forced herself to look away from the witch's captivating eyes.
"Daugh- Morrigan, can you take us to your mother?"
"Now there is a reasonable request. I like you."
"Watch it Eli, first it's 'I like you' then, zap, frog time."
"Shut up Alistair."
The Dalish Rogue returned his joke with a disdainful glare. Morrigan chuckled softly at their banter before turning to leave. Eli watched her walk a few steps away before the witch stopped and turned her head, speaking over her shoulder.
"Follow me, if it pleases you."
Morrigan didn't wait for a response and started to continue on her way. Eli walked off after her. The three men looked at each other. Alistair sighed and started off after his Dalish companion when Daveth grabbed his arm. He turned to the Rogue with a raised brow. Ser Jory shifted from one foot to the other impatiently. Daveth cleared his throat and spoke up.
"She's the Witch of the Wilds, do we really want to follow her?"
"We can't just abandon Eli. Besides, Duncan wants the treaties and the witch knows where they are."
"She'll put us in the pot she will.
"If the pot's warmer than this forest it'll be a welcome change."
"Enough, we're following Eli."
Alistair looked at the two men before turning and trying to catch up to the two women. Daveth and Jory reluctantly followed after the ex-Templar.
Eli walked silently beside the witch. She noticed that her would-be companions weren't following them. The Dalish Rogue discreetly snuck glances at the raven haired beauty next to her. Morrigan noticed the Elf's glances and allowed herself a small smile before speaking up, slightly startling Eli.
"T'would seem your companions did not follow."
"So it would seem, I'm glad. Those Alas'Shemlen barely have enough wit to know what is Falon and what is Harel."
Morrigan laughed lightly, earning her a smile from the Dalish. Eli heard a rustling sound behind them. She unsheathed her Ba'Missan and Ba'Misu before taking up a defensive stance in front of the witch. Morrigan was going to protest about how she could handle herself, but decided to watch with slight amusement in her ochure eyes.
After a few moments of deliberation Eli sheathed her blades and grabbed her bow; aiming an arrow at the noise she fired. A small yelp followed by cursing was heard. Eli recognized the voice and put her bow away on her back before shaking her head and shouting at the three, not so stealthy men.
"Elgar'nan Shemlens. Ma'halam. If you do not stop acting like Da'len."
"Why do you babysit these so called men? Why not just let the Darkspawn, or any creature really, take them."
"She does so because Duncan has entrusted me to oversee them until they become Grey Wardens."
Alistair appeared from the bushes pulling a broken arrow from his armor as he spoke. Daveth and Jory followed behind him. Eli rubbed her forehead to abate a headache. She did not move from her place in front of the witch, who had a rather entertaining thought. Morrigan wrapped her arms around the Elf's waist and pressed her body against the Elven woman's back. She had her arms securely in front of her captive's waist. The witch nuzzled Eli's neck with her nose as she spoke to Alistair.
"And what if I wish to keep Da'assan here in the Wilds, with me, to play with."
Eli felt a chill go up her spine at Morrigan's words and the sultry tone she was using. Morrigan ran one of her hands a crossed Eli's exposed stomach, as she a waited a reaction from one of the men. She could feel Eli shiver and lean into her. Morrigan smiled whether Eli figured out her game or actually wanted her it didn't matter, as long as the men were eating it up. Alistair cleared his throat and looked away, his face a deep red. Jory watched with mild interest whereas Daveth seemed to be drooling over the sight.
Yet none would speak. Morrigan decided to add a bit more to this game. She bit Eli's neck, sinking her teeth in just enough to draw a little blood. Eli moaned, causing Alistair's face to grow into a deeper shade of red. Jory turned away whereas Daveth nearly fainted. The ex-Templar decided to speak up so this wouldn't go any further. His voice came out in a small squeak.
"What does Da'assan mean?"
"I-it means… Little arrow."
Eli tried to catch her breath and calm herself. Morrigan lightly kissed over the spot she had bitten. Alistair rubbed his face before speaking up again.
"Why would she call you that?"
"It's an elven endearment. My, my your face is getting awfully red. Is it the heat, or do you enjoy the scenery?"
Morrigan chuckled before releasing her grip on Eli's waist and moving away from her. Eli turned her head to the witch, confusion showed in her grey eyes. Alistair faked a cough to gain everyone's attention. He spoke in a quick tone to Morrigan.
"Eli has to become a Grey Warden. Can you just take us to find the treaties already?"
Eli walked over to Morrigan and made a sweeping gesture, as if to say "lead the way." Morrigan offered her a smile before taking the Elf's hand into her's and pressing her body against the Rogue's arm, winking at the men as she did so. Eli noticed and pieced it together in her mind. Morrigan was doing all this to mess with the guys… and her. She had fallen into the little game so easily, seduced by the daughter of Ashabellenar. I bet no one in the clan would believe it. Eli laughed under breath, gaining Morrigan's attention. Let's see who blinks first. Eli thought to herself and slipped her hand away from the witch and around her waist instead, pulling her closer as they continued onward.
They entered a clearing where a little hut sat amidst the swampy forest. Eli turned to Morrigan who was already starting off towards the hut. She grabbed the witch's hand. Morrigan turned to Eli with a bit of bewilderment in her eyes. Eli just offered her a small smile, before glancing over at the men. They all watched the two women. Perfect. Eli thought before pulling the witch to her and pressing her lips to Morrigan's in a soft, lingering kiss. Eli smiled at her again before nuzzling her neck and whispering in her ear.
"Serranas Vhenan'ara."
Eli then gently bit the soft nape of Morrigan's neck before moving away from the witch. Morrigan bit her bottom lip to keep any sound from escaping her. When her amber eyes met Eli's stone ones she laughed and so did Eli. Morrigan was the first to speak.
"You are quite clever. I dare say today t'was fun."
"It was."
Morrigan led them to the door of her hut where an old woman in a ragged dress stood. She looked a bit cross as Morrigan approached her. Morrigan stood beside her mother as she addressed the little group
"Mother, this is Warden Eli and her recruits. They came for their treaties."
"I see them girl."
"I am not a recruit-Hey!"
Eli stepped on Alistair's foot and shushed him before turning back to Morrigan's mother.
"Grey Wardens, hm. Before you start barking your seal wore off long ago. I have protected these."
"Protected, oh, thank you. So, you're the dreaded Witch of the Wilds?"
"Witch of the Wilds? Did Morrigan tell you that? She fancies such tales, though she'd never admit it. Oh how she dances under the moon! Haha."
"They didn't come to hear your wild tales mother."
The younger witch looked exasperated; she rubbed her forehead with a scowl. Eli looked past the older witch to the raven beauty behind her. The Rogue's eyes met Morrigan's and for a brief moment Eli smiled at her, Morrigan returned the smile with a quirk of her lips. Eli didn't hear the conversation between Morrigan's mother and Alistair, so when they spoke to her she was a bit surprised.
"What of you? Does your Elven mind give you a different prospective?"
"Hm? I-I don't know what to think."
"A statement that possesses far more wisdom then it implies. Be always aware, or is it oblivious, I can never tell… Elven one, tell your Grey Wardens that this Blight's threat is greater than they realize."
"Meaning?"
"That the Blight is more or they realize less. Haha. Don't mind me; you have what you came for."
"Serranas Ashabellenar and Morrigan."
"Such manners. It's always in the last place you look, like stockings."
Morrigan stepped forward, a smirk gracing her lips. Eli held the young witch's ochure gaze with her own as Morrigan spoke.
"Alright then, time to leave."
"Don't be silly girl, these are your guests."
"Very well, I will show you the way out of the forest. Follow me."
The older witch watched the interaction between the Dalish and her daughter, the way their eyes met and lingered upon one another. How the Dalish woman seemed enraptured with her daughter and the same could be said for the latter. Her gaze lingered as they disappeared into the forest.
Eli took it upon herself to start Morrigan and her's little game. As they walked ahead of the men Eli reached over and dragged her gloved hand over Morrigan's back. The witch cast her a side long glance before returning the sentiment and running her hand along Eli's exposed back, adding a slight static charge. The Rogue slightly jumped, feeling the tingle that trailed where the witch's fingers had been. The three men remained quiet and tried to keep a look out for Darkspawn while their female companions played their little game.
Morrigan stopped before a worn trail and turned to the little group, a small smile directed at the Dalish Rogue. Eli smiled back. The three men stood behind Eli awaiting orders. Morrigan spoke up in a slightly wistful voice.
"Well, here is where we part ways."
"Serranas Vhenan'ara."
"'Twas no trouble… That's a lie…Just get these idiots back to their Wardens, Da'assan."
Eli smiled at the endearment and moved closer to Morrigan, taking her hands into her own. Morrigan had a surprised look in her eyes but hid it well. Alistair turned and motioned for the other two men to follow him. He spoke to Eli before leaving with Daveth and Jory.
"Uhm, we'll be over here, when you two finish your goodbyes."
The glare both women shot him was enough to tell him to shut up and leave. Eli turned back to Morrigan with a grin. The witch had a similar smile on her face. They both laughed before Eli leaned over and kissed Morrigan on the cheek. Morrigan blinked a few times in surprise at being caught off guard. Eli tucked a stray lock of hair behind the witch's ear before speaking.
"Well, this game has been fun."
"Indeed it 'twas, I do believe your companions think we are quite taken with each other."
"May our paths meet again and the Dread Wolf never catch your scent."
"Goodbye Eli."
Morrigan pressed her lips to Eli's in a soft, lingering kiss before turning and leaving. Eli walked over to the men. She schooled her face into impassivity. Alistair stood up from the rock he was sitting on, but before he could say anything Eli headed off towards Ostagar. Alistair ran to catch up to her. Jory and Daveth looked at each other and then followed in suit, jogging after the Dalish Rogue.
Once they'd reached Ostagar Eli wasted no time, she gave the Wilds flower to the kennel master before rushing over to Duncan. He seemed a bit surprised at her eagerness, but smiled at her nonetheless. Eli handed over the three vials of Darkspawn blood to the senior Grey Warden. He took them with thanks, and then asked about the treaties. The Dalish Rogue handed them over to him as Alistair, Daveth and Jory joined them.
"Ashabellenar said 'the Blight's threat is greater than the Warden's realize.'"
"I see… Are you ready for the Joining?"
"I am."
"I will tell the mages to begin the preparations."
Ser Jory and Daveth were pacing back and forth. Daveth finally stopped when Eli walked over to them. He gave her his toothy grin, which she ignored and sat down on a nearby boulder near them. After a few moments of Eli trying to collect her thoughts she grew tired of Jory's complaining and Daveth's poorly masked innuendos. She stood and walked off leaving the men to themselves.
Eli found herself at the pen of the sick Mabari hound. She hopped over the fence and sat down next to him. The Mabari raised his head and laid it on her lap, Eli smiled. She sat petting the hound for a while. Her thoughts drifting from her clan, to what her future might bring, to the raven haired beauty: Morrigan. Eli absentmindedly touched the spot on her neck that the young witch had bitten.
The Dalish Rogue looked up as Alistair approached the kennel. She pet the hound one last time before getting up and leaping over the fence. Eli leaned against the kennel fence awaiting Alistair's inevitable, pointless conversation. He did not disappoint in that, as he spoke up to her.
"Jory and Daveth are waiting with Duncan, the Joining is to begin."
Eli nodded and rubbed her gloved hand over the slightly purpled teeth mark on her neck. Alistair noticed the mark and shook his head. He placed his hand on the Rogue's shoulder before speaking in a slightly hushed and concerned manner.
"She left a nasty mark… Sure it isn't some kind of hex?"
"It's none of your concern. Let's just get back to Duncan."
The ex-Templar followed Eli as she walked to the large campfire where Duncan stood. Daveth and Jory looked a bit on edge. Eli looked to Duncan who smiled before gathering the three men's attention as well. He held up a goblet before turning to Alistair.
"Only a few words are spoken before the Joining. Alistair if you would."
"Join us, brothers and sisters. Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant. Join us as we carry the duty that cannot be foresworn. And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten… and that one day, we shall join you."
Eli awoke with Duncan and Alistair leaning over her. She sat up and shook her head, trying to clear away the thoughts of watching Daveth choke on the blood and Duncan running Ser Jory through with his blade. The senior Grey Warden offered a hand to the Dalish. Eli accepted it gratefully, getting to her feet.
Duncan waited for a moment to let Eli gather her bearings. She rubbed at the mark on her neck before turning to Duncan. He spoke gently, but athorativly.
"You are now a Grey Warden, are you alright?"
"That was unbelievable…"
"Such is what it takes. When you feel up to it come to the King's tactics table, we will discuss our next course of action."
Eli nodded. She followed Duncan and Alistair to the table where the king stood discussing their tactics. Eli nodded in acknowledgment. She stood silently and listened to Duncan and Cailin discussing their next course of action. She also noticed Alistair's whining about not being in the battle, and following her to light the beacon. Eli knew what she had to do. The Dalish Rogue walked off towards the tower; Alistair hollered and ran off after her.
After fighting their way to the top of the tower Eli, Alistair and a guard and mage that had decided to tagalong with the two wardens all arrived in the room where the beacon was. Eli scanned the room as an Ogre appeared from the shadows and charged them. The beast knocked both the mage and the guard unconscious. Eli managed to flip away, whereas Alistair had stumbled to the side. As Alistair distracted the Ogre Eli leapt onto its back and stabbed her Ba'Misu into the back of its neck, swinging herself around to slash a devastating gash from its neck to chest.
The beast fell to the ground in a pool of its own blood as Eli pulled her blades from it. Alistair walked over to Eli as she wiped the blood from her blades before she sheathed them. They both ran over to the beacon and lit it. After the beacon was lit Eli pulled out her bow and started to shoot down some of the Darkspawn that were beginning to overwhelm them
A/N:
Abelas- Sorrow; used as an apology
Elgar'Nan- God of Vengance
Hahren- Elder
Shem- Quick, fast(An insult used by the Elven to discribe the Humans)
Shemlen- Quick Children used to describe the Humans
Ashabellenar- Woman of many years; i.e. Flemeth
Alas- Dirty
Falon- friend
Harel- dreaded
Mal'halam- you are finished
Da'len- little children
Da'assan- Little Arrow(Endearment)
Serranas- Greatful, appreciative
Vhenan'ara- Heart's desire(Endearment)