Tales of The Forgotten

Chapter 1

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"Well that's everything , Seeker," Varric said, leaning back into the hard, cold stone chair. The Dwarf watched as Cassandra paced back and forth, clearly she was agitated, he could see it by the way the corner of her mouth ticked every few seconds, and her eyes kept shooting back and forth, like they were trying to find something around to spark a repressed memory that refused to come out.

The Chantry Seeker stopped, and ran a shaking hand through her short hair. "That can't be all," she muttered, as she slowly turned to face Varric her face hardened as she thrust an accusing finger in his direction. "You have been keeping secrets!" the echo from her shout filled the room, the sudden loud noise caused Varric to wince.

Chuckling softly, the Dwarf Rogue smiled cockily. "Why would you think that?" lifting his hand to rub a cramp in his neck Varric shrugged. "I've been completely honest with you my dear, but I guess your not satisfied with the truth or cold hard facts. There's nothing more I can help you with."

The Seeker raised an eyebrow, and crossed her arms. "Really?" she asked sarcastically. "Then tell me about the half elf and the Tevinter spearman."

Varric scratched the back of his head, and smiled sheepishly. "There's not really much to tell, we knew them briefly," he said, waving his hand. "I don't think we even learned their names to be perfectly honest-"

He was cut off by the Chantry Seeker as she moved forward in a flash, and planted the heel of her boot on top of the Dwarf's crotch and pressed down, hard. "Are you sure?" she asked mockingly, as a bead of sweat slowly rolled down Varric's forehead, as he bit his lip tightly, to the point of almost drawing blood.

After several slow, and incredibly agonizing seconds, Varric finally relented. "Ok I'll tell you!" he sighed in relief as the pressure was removed from his sensitive parts. "Real ball buster aren't you?" leaning forward the Dwarf let out a groan. "It went like this."

Hawke had finally decided to fulfill his promise to the witch, and deliver the amulet to the Dalish Keeper. Due to Aveline being promoted to guard captain it was just myself, Hawke, and Bethany. None of us knew just what the young man we were soon to meet had in store for us.

The sky above was clear, and the weather was warm. Hawke kept ahead of his two companions, more because of his longer legs made it easier to climb the mountain, while Bethany struggled to keep up, and Varric…. "Wait up Hawke!" he called, as he flopped down on top of a large boulder, exhausted. "Why did the Dalish have to have their camp at the top of fucking Sundermount?"

Stopping to look back down Hawke shook his head and laughed, while his good natured sister made her way back down toward the Dwarf crossbowman. "Are you alright Varric?" she asked, kneeling down as he sat up. The Apostate wrinkled her nose as the thick smell of sweat wafted off of the Dwarf, fighting back the urge to gag Bethany help the shorter man to his feet.

Higher up Hawke placed his hands on his hips and smiled. "Do you need me to carry you?" his only answer was a middle finger, causing the warrior to laugh again. In the distance shouts were heard, steadily growing louder with each passing second. Hawke turned to look farther up the mountain, from a cluster of trees a figure leaning on a staff stumbled out, making it a few steps before collapsing. Without stopping to think Hawke broke out in a run. Clearing the distance in a few long strides he saw that the person was dressed in a black hooded robe with pieces of plate mail stitched onto it a black staff with a dark red crystal on the end lay near the body. Pulling the hood down he was surprised to see an elf with long black hair tied back in a ponytail.

Holding him up, Hawke looked him over to notice something sticking out of his side. Reaching down his fingers found two arrows that had been broken off. "Sorry if this hurts," grabbing the first he pulled it out slowly, not wanting to cause more damage. The second one was slightly deeper, causing him to pull harder, causing the elf to groan. Holding the second arrow up he noticed green fluid mixed in with the blood. "Poison, who could have-"

As if to answer him the trees erupted as several men wearing armor and carrying crossbow came out into the open. Seeing Hawke, one of them pointed. "There's the elf!" he shouted. "Hand him over, he fetch a fair price in Tevinter."

Hawke looked down at the pale man in his arms, breathing weakly. "You did this?" he asked, knowingly. Carefully placing the elf on the ground he stood and pulled the great sword from his back. "You'll pay for it."

From behind the crossbowman several more men came out, these were wielding swords and axes. A loud twang rang out before on of the crossbowman fell backwards, a bolt lodged in his throat. Hawke charged as Bethany threw a fireball amongst the men, causing them to scatter while several fell to the ground shrieking in pain as they burned.

Leaping, Hawke cut down through the closest man's shoulder blade and pushed his blade halfway across his body. Pulling it free he spun, and decapitated another who had tried to sneak up on him. Varric had Bianca singing as he fired bolt after bolt, each one finding it's target, while Bethany kept them off balance by mixing fire and ice spells.

Within a few minutes it was over, bodies laid everywhere. Hawke sheathed his sword before moving back to the prone elf, lifting him up the warrior tossed him over his shoulder and took off up the mountain. Bethany picked up the fallen staff and followed after her brother while Varric sighed, cursed, kicked a dead man, and plodded after his companions

End chapter 1