This is my first attempt in writing a Fic, so try to dont be to mean in your thoughts when you read it. I'm looking for a Beta, if someone is interested, I will be veeery happy.
If you notice some gramar mistakes or things like that, just tell me and I will correct them.
DISCLAIMER: I'm painfully aware that I don't own Dragon Age... Damn you Bioware, If you see something you dont recognize is because is mine.
Things that are in Italics are either thoughts, words spoken in a different way from a normal speech, memories... or... voices talking inside someone's head.
DA:O
Pain. A lot of pain. Sodding Hangover.
She was wondering why she had drunked until she collapsed in the bed, when the memory hit her with the strenght of a charging bronto.
...a company of ten hideous darkspawn dragging a young female warrior from a slaughtered Legion of The Dead scout unit, her cries of pain and fear were as loud as crowd in a Proving final as she was dragged into a tunnel that was darker than the rotting flesh they have.
A week later, from a hiding spot near a circular chamber she saw as the woman -now with a lot of greyish patches on her skin, a mad glimmer in her eyes- changed into a disgusting and rotting "thing" that had a swollen apeearance, a disgusting jaw that seemed to part in four when she roared in hunger, she stared with horror as she grabbed some of the darkspawns with some tentacles that darted from the floor that now seemed to be made from... flesh ... and eated them, that seemed to start a cycle since she started spawning things that appeared to be some darkspawn eggs...
Thalla Brosca opened her eyes and she shut them almost inmediately because of the pain that welcomed her in the form of warming light provided from lava rivers near her house.
To make things worse she was being awoken by her two sisters, Rica and Natia. They were an odd family, Rica was the oldest, having one and twenty years, she had a hair with the most gorgeous shade of red in it. It was carefully braided and she was wearing make up, as her work demand it -She was a noble-hunter- and was dressed with a nice dress that it show no patchworks. Her eyes were the prettiest shade of green she had ever saw, lovelier than emeralds, she liked to think.
On the other hand, Natia was as opposit as a nug was from a bronto. She was nine and ten and also had red hair, but her's, was not glowing as her sister's, in fact, her hair was mixed with a large part of dirt. It was very slovenly, and it was tied with a lot of little ponytails, distributed in all her head, having at last a large braid in her neck. Her eyes where of an interesting shade of grey, that let you know that she wasn't there to amuse you, since her eyes come with a natural edge of steel in them and they tend to make people fidget nervously from simply holding her gaze.
She however was from a different kettle of fish, she was six and ten, being the youngest, and had an unnatural darker colour in her skin, her hair was of a pretty dark shade of silver and was carefully arranged so it didn't bother when she was spinning fighting like a madwoman. She had both of her eyes in a pattern of colour that people tend to say it was odd. They were from an unnatural shade of dark purple, and it had some tiny lines of silver and gold coloring, that maked her eyes something both splendid and deadly.
Damn them. But she was aware that she have to wake up, cursing under her breath she realized that she had been sleeping in her left arm, the one arm that was one of the few reasons she was really proud of herself, even though she was aware that it wasn't a normal arm. Ugh, sod it grimacing she quickly asked for a glass of water to try to fight her hangover, Thalla decided to ask the obvious.
"Ugh, is that sodding nug-humper of Beraht coming home today?"
When she was met with an akward silence, she let out a groan of frustration and opened her eyes only to see the glares her two sisters were giving her. With another sigh she tried to stand up and almost ended in the floor, quickly thanking the Stone for her incredible balance she hastily glanced through her small house.
Bed. Check. Ramshackeled walls. Check. Small stone table. Check. Mother passed out drunk in the floor. Damn, also check.
Grunting she started searching for her armor and her arms finding them scattered across the floor. After strapping her armor in place she looked up to Natia "Sis, if that asshole of Beraht give you some sodding mission regarding the Proving, please do not enter as a fighter, I heard that a Grey Warden is in the city and I'm looking forward to at least ask him if I can join the Order. I don't know how he will take the news because of my... condition"
With a sigh Natia muttered under her breath "Ok sis, just take care..." she smirked "... and beat the sodding crap of all that pompous warriors" Which earned some giggles from Rica and a snort from Thalla.
Feigning anger she puncher her shoulder "You doubt of my skills!" she clasped her hand in her chest on top of her heart "Thats was a low blow Sis" suddenly she started giggling when she planned and executed her vengeance "I think that next time I will let you with some drunken idiots of the Carta instead of teaching them to swim in lava"
Grunting Natia just muttered "I hate you"
Giving her a satisfied smirk and a quick wink she left her house and quickly settled her vision in the broken houses and dusted alleys that were called Dust Town, groaning from the sight she quickly started wandering through the piece of dung that the nobles decided to make their homes, sodding brand she thought touching her right cheek. Scowling she continued her train of thoughts This is more fucked up than yesterday, damn those sodding nobles. After some more minutes cursing every single noble in every creative and colorfull way she knew, she was snapped out of her mind when she heard the footsteps from her favourite being in Dust Town and provably in Orzammar.
Smirking Thalla glanced at him "Hey boy, I need your complete atention. You will be my ace upon my sleeve when I'm at the Proving" And with a smug look she explained her plan.
DA:O
When her stone-sense told her that it was almost the time for the Proving, Thalla was in front of the Commander of the Proving guards, looking absent-minded at the huge doors, they were at least forty feet tall, she was suited in a massive and ugly iron armor with some mediocre sword and a rusty shield. After the clowns acting as guards let her enter to the Proving grounds, she decided to talk to the Proving master while glancing at the huge stone circle chamber, bored with this display of finese stonework she inscribed herself with the name of Toth, thinking amused and with a wicked gleam on her eyes that the Warden would certainly recognize that name.
While she was waiting with her back in a wall for the fights to begun , she noticed as two casteless entered the building and with a quiet groan she silently went after them. After some wandering, she watch them as they enter Evard's room and smirking she decided to interfere and enter there as well.
She gazed amused to the pair, her sister and a good-looking male with a lot of braids in his hair, as they started to discuss what they can do when they realized that the ugly and smelly idiot was passed out drunk in the floor. After waiting for a while her patience was rewarded when she noticed as the male saw her sight with the corner of his eye and started staring and gaping at her while babbling incoherently to Natia.
Proudly she saw as her sister tried to distract her with some sweet-talking while she was discreetly putting her hands on the hilt of her weapons and that her salroka, the braided idiot -His name was Leskter or Lekse or Leske, she didn't really care or remember- had his eyes wide with fear, but he too was resolute to save his hide.
With a smirk on her voice she tsking finally revealing herself "What do I told you sis, no weird ideas..." and watched impassively how her sister started laughing "Seriously, I will wake up this sodding bastard with a bucket or two of freezing water so you two can go and drug the other one since I can smell from here that kind of mushrooms"
"Good luck Thalla, I have to say that you can be really stealthy even when you got that amount of crap in your body"
The youngest Brosca started laughing but then she realized something and seriously she stared at Natia "Sis, after this proving I'm going to kill Beraht so you have to go hide with Rica in the house of that brainless noble that is trying to impregnate her with a nugget, and act as you like it all."
She started looking for some buckets of water and with a small smirk she looked at both of them from her shoulder "And if you dare to NOT see this proving I'm going to beat you senseless and tie you up before offering you to be the next meal of the nugs, I promise you that this will be the best Proving that Orzammar would have hold in this sodding building"
When her sister laughed and went over to drug the warrior that was downhall, she grabbed one of the buckets of freezing water and throw it to Evard, whose sobbering process was something that you can't lose since he woke up cursing, Damn, he has a lot of imagination for the curses she recognized after some minutes.
While she was watching with amusement how he cursed, she saw as her sister slowly sticked to the shadows and went to the top of the giant amphiteathre to see the fights.
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Duncan was standing near the old Proving master, bored as hell, as he explained him of the different types of Provings. Mental note: Next time tell him that you know about this. He expected that he could find at least one promising recruit since he only have twenty six wardens in Ostagar, and he couldn't stop the shiver in his back when he thought of the twisted and rotten form of the Archdemon. He remembered painfully well that freightening image that appeared in his last dream. While he was figning that he was listening he was struggling in his thoughts about who would have the ability to lead the Wardens when he would go to his Calling, he was painfully aware that he have only six or seven additional months before he would have to go to The Deep Roads to meet his fate.
He was snapped out of his daydreaming attitude when he heard the Proving master say loudly "The first fight is between Majek Martak from the warrior caste and an unknown warrior that calls himself as Toth".
Upon hearing that, Duncan felt himself staring into the large arena at the warrior who actually had the guts to use the name of the third Archdemon as his fighting name, he noticed that he was a bit slim and he was wearing some poor quality armor and arms but he had to recognize that he moved gracefully -As much as that type of armor let you- and with a sense of confidence that suddenly remind him of his younger days, when he still was a cutpurse of twenty years in the filthy streets of Val-Royaux, he was suddenly glad that he was here in Orzammar, because he had already set his mind to recruit that young warrior into the Wardens.
He was measuring the fighters with his eyes and he inmediately found out that the older one, Majek, was probably a rookie in swordplay compared to his opponent. Toth was indeed a master in swordmanship, as he swiftly disarmed and hamstringed the warrior in two connected fluid movements. He was surprised when the warrior bowed to the honorific position that he and the Proving master where standing in the amphitheatre. More surprise come as Duncan noticed that he was not bowing to the Proving master, he was bowing to him. Very interesting I'm sure he want to get my atention.
As the fights continued happening, he watched impassively as Toth, maneuver his slashes, so he didn't kill anyone, or maim them permanently. Impressive indeed, he only come here to prove himself to the eyes of a Warden.
Finally, with a strong voice, it camed the call for the last fight "For the last fight, we are honored to say that today we have in this glorious arena, the new Commander of the King´s Army, and his second son, Duran Aeducan! He is known for his mastership in swordmanship and for his tactical mind. Today, he has a more than worthy challenger, he will be fighting against the young warrior that the crowd had named as The Demon of Steel, Toth, who surprised all Orzammar today, as he simply appeared in this arena showing no apparent house and cautivated your minds with his incredible finesse and skill in his swordmanship"
When the fight started Duncan noticed that they posibbly be two of the greatests swordmasters in all Orzammar and that they were fighting, neither for glory, gold or a boost in their public name, they were fighting to simply prove themselves, who was the better among them.
Slowly they started circling each other, they were deadly focused in their tasks of simply studying their rival. After a while, Duran decided to do the first move and lunged himself with such speed and finesse that would seem unthinkable for his body and his armor. When they collide. it was simply amazing, they were both in the same level of skill and speed, that the fight suddenly become a flurry of parries, blocks, sidesteps, and the finest use of swords and shields was no surprise.
After some minutes of intense fighting they both started tiring, Duran noticed a slight opening and frustrated, he decided to do all in his power to simply exploit it, so he threw himself with all his might trying to surprise Toth while he aimed his attacks to the gap in his defences. Suddenly, the prince saw how his opponent becomed entangled with his both feets and smirking to himself he managed to bash him in the face with his shield. When that happened the helmet of the unknown warrior simply went flying into the other side of the arena, and when his -her- face was uncovered the crowd and Duran gasped in shock...
DA:O
Thalla was a bit dizzy from the blow she had recived, Damn, he surely knows how to hit hard. Inmediately she realized that her cover had been blowed up as her helmet was in the other side of the arena. Sighing to herself she steadied herself and decided to actually listen with one ear to the constant bickering that the Proving master had to say. Bored she decided to glance to the Warden, watching his taned skin -she was sure that their flesh color where similar-, his dashing look, the single earring, the ponytail, that make him so sexy and so dangerous and his strong and wise eyes. Winking at him, she started searching her opponents face, he was pretty with his dark brown hair and his green eyes, she lean herself and whispered to Duran "My lord, I think that you must go from this place, I am certain that the old hag will lose his patience and will send a full company of guards to try to seize me" Thalla smirked and winked at him "But have no fear since I will get out from here in one piece"
Duran noticed with surprise how this petite and youngfemale warrior, was one of the prettiest things he had saw in his life. She had her white hair arranged into some very careful braids, and she had a very strange purple color crossed by some silver and gold lines in her eyes, being able to at the same time, put a lovely and deadly façade. Her eyes remind him of the dangerous eyes of a dragon. He nodded and smirked to himself as he was walking into the stairs, he decided to stay and watch what this deadly woman decided to do with the little boys that would certainly try to catch and put her in jail.
When she couldn't take anymore from the useless talk the Proving master was giving her about how she was disgraced from the Ancestors, how she was polutting the place, how she, a casteless, was corrupting this traditions, and more shit like that, she decided to stop his long and useless speech "Hey, have you finally stopped whinning?" She emphasized this by letting a yawn break free. When her words sunk into the dim-witted old man, Thalla saw the angry face she had certainly provoked and how he instantly started asking for guards. While smiling from ear-to-ear she said in her most deadly and sweat tone "Hey, smart-ass, if you dont mind I will leave this thing that warriors decide to call armor in the floor so I can greet your guards properly" as she finished saying that she whistled loudly. The duster was rewarded by some surprised yelps from her public and with a bark of excitement, finally noticing as a blur of movement jumped from the amphiteathre, landing with a soft noise in the -as she liked to call it- battlefield, with a leather pack strapped upon his back.
Duncan realized astonished that he had never saw that kind of dog before, even when he was an expert in wardogs, and for the astonished look in the Proving master face he also didn't have a clue about the hound. He was very large, with an air of royalty, Duncan would certainly bet that the wardog was some inches taller than the Fereldan's mabaris. He has one of the most beautiful shade of black and white in his fur and he thought that they were making some kind of pattern in his fur.
The Warden stared astonished as "Toth" unbuckled her armor with ease and let it fall revealing a slim, petite, and young body covered with a high class leather armor, what actually let him gaping in shock was that she didn't use any armor on her left arm, and that it was coated with dragonscales.
Thalla leaned into the pack and looted a bag of throwing knifes and a pair of sheated twin moon-shaped swords. Duncan's jaw was almost in the floor when he noticed that the weird arms, where made with a hilt of dragonbone and that the sheat of them where full of gems. When she finally faced him in a way that he can finally manage to see her face, he noticed her weird eye color -an eye color that he was sure he had saw elsewhere- making him shiver. Duncan noticed that her arm was so strange that she actually had her fingers resembling five wicked looking dragon fingers, that ended in a rather scary tip. He watched as the odd thing she had as her arm didn't shorten her ability to wield her arms.
What actually make him shiver in fear whas the deep tone of her voice when she decided to talk again, it actually felt doubled and extremely old and wise, as if she was possesed, but that isn't supposed to be even posible, dwarves aren't supposed to have a connection with the Fade he noticed with awe and lots of fear.
Thalla, who was bored to death, decided to make this short. Okay, lets do our magic Zazikel.
Yes Thalla, let me full control of your voice.
Of course, lets surprise these assholes, I'm looking forward seeing the face of the Warden, as it is now it's worth all this waiting
Chuckling Zazikel told her Yes, its full with awe, surprise, determination and a bit of fear, its amazing.
"There was a time..." she started talking with a voice that was as deep as a free fall from the old forgotten griphon outpost, it was also radiating a sense of ancient power, that it provoked that everyone stare her with fear and awe as their main reaction, while her sister in the croud was beaming at her very proud of how she had all the idiots in her pocket "...when an ancient prophecy was made. This prophecy was made hundreds of years before the First Blight happened and even before of the glorious times of the dead prophet Andraste. That prophecy was these one:"
"Seven ancient spirits
will be doomed thanks to
mages without limits
and into the world they will threw
an uncurable disease.
They will be named
Darkspawn and will be feared
but dont despair because warriors will be forged
riding griffons with ease
and "Grey wardens"will be called.
After the first four are defeated
and the fifth one rising
two of the deceased
will be in an uprising
The will inhabit two bodies
and they will help the world
and if the spirits will be so bold
they will kill their rampaging Sis.
Both with the speed of lighting
and with old ancient magic.
And after their master their Joinings
they will sail the land to protect the weak."
Upon starting hearing the voice, Duncan felt goosebumps crepting into his skin and how a permanent chill settled in his spine as well as cold sweat start running through his back.
When he realized that the soul of one of the Old Gods of Tevinter was in their team, he visibly relaxed since he couln't imagine two Archdemons roaming the land without wanting to crawl under a stone and have one or two massive heart attacks. He has started wandering wich one of the four already deceased Old Gods decided to help them. As she announced that Toth was her name upon inscribing at the Proving, he thinked that it was a good hint that she was either that dragon, or one of the closer to him. He inmediately discarded Dumat, since it was known that he only have some tolerance with Lusacan. He was snapped out of his train of thought when she continued her freightening talk.
"Thats the prophecy that was written by a wise tevinter sorcerer with the help of the great Spirit of Wisdom. The seven spirits, where known later as the Seven Old Gods, since they started being corrupted by the tainted magisters and their kind, also known as darkspawn."
Upon finishing hearing this Duncan saw as she unsheated her twin swords, making it clear that she had finished with the talking, and that she was willing to fight them. The Warden watched awed as the enchantments in her swords make themselves noticed as fire, lighting, and ice started travelling her weapons in a fast a and endless patern. Powerfull arms, I wonder where she had found them. Smirking and with a lot of sarcasm in her voice she finally taunt them "So you brave warriors, are you willing to attack this little casteless or are you so scared that you will need your mama washing your pants?"
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If you have some weird ideas that you thought but you didn't put them in practice maybe you can tell them to me and I will see if I can add them, since I think that my story can't get more weird with the amount of things I'm planning to put in it.