Dragon Age: Reunion
The blade of the greatsword sliced through multiple hurlocks, the blood spraying out towards the rock walls of the Deep Roads. The human stood up straight now to look at the onslaught of Darkspawn charging for him. He stroked the steel guarding his head, smearing Darkspawn blood, stimulating him for combat.
He had time, he thought, as he backed away slowly, his blood-stained silver armor clattering with every step. He frowned, hoping for more of a fight than just genlocks and hurlocks. The stubby genlocks readied their arrows as the hurlocks their blades as they came charging, screeching with their dirty spit flying from their mouths.
The warrior tightened his grip on the hilt of the blade and clenched his teeth, ready for yet another battle. As he stabbed his sword straight through the first of the hurlocks and lifted him into the air, he quickly became bored. As he dropped the Darkspawn onto another, he twirled and elbowed one in the face, then quickly turned in the opposite direction to slash the head off of another. He backed up a few steps, stabbing another, advancing, and then bashing the face of another with his armored shoulder.
One by one, the hurlocks were falling and the genlocks were missing with every swift move of the armored war machine. After slaying the last Hurlock and pummeling the last gunlock, the Deep Roads became a quiet place. The man pondered, almost fooling himself to believe that the Deep Roads was now empty of Darkspawn. He took a breath and rested on his sword, looking around at the destroyed environment.
He never quite understood the Darkspawn, but always felt himself as part of them, with the taint always beating in his heart. He never thought of himself as a savage beast, but more of a distant relative, as he explored the Deep Roads for his own death, beside his family. Looking through the helmet, he panned the area once more, noticing not a single creature.
The sharpest sound one thought they could hear pierced through the ears of the warden. Dropping his sword and clenching onto his ears, he moved his head in every direction looking for anywhere that sound could have came from. He then felt a sharp pain in his back, only to whirl around and see nothing. He bent over quickly and reached for his sword, only to see a quick blur and find himself on the floor. He rolled, his vision still blurry, and felt for his sword, grabbing it then attempting a fighting position.
He saw the blur once again and dodged the colliding body by leaping towards the left; yet in this same motion, he swung his sword as he heard another shriek, watching a quick trail of blood and a dead Darkspawn. He walked over to the bloody mess and stomped on its head, to prevent bleeding ears. He noted to himself the sharlock and wasted no time jogging through the Deep Roads with his sword ready.
He finally came to a central area, with two paths going both left and right. He walked towards the middle to see a crumbling statue, reading the text under it.
"Those who com… hoping for a cu… the death shall be their satis…" That was all the destroyed text read, leaving out huge gaps near the end of the message, part of the tablet broken off.
The warden slowly skimmed his fingers over the chiseled text and felt an emotional attachment. This was his home now, surrounded by his family. He readied his sword looking at both options in the forked road, hoping for a tough battle to end his life, something he would not allow the taint itself to do. He heard a roar with Darkspawn pouring from the left. A smile emerged beneath his blood-stained helmet as he charged, hoping to recover that message in the afterlife, knowing that nothing but his family will return him home.