This is the first draft of the first chapter of my new Dragon Age: Origins fanfic "Andraste's Grace and Dust Town's Daughter"
It's a Lelianax my Dwarven Commoner OC, Edin. Please bare with me,since I've never written on DA:O, and haven't written fanfictions in about ever. This fanfic will be rapidly updated for a little while. After that, it'll slow down, being updated as I advance in Edin's game play
CH. 1: The Duster, The Templar and The Newly Found Ally
Edin awoke from her sleep to the comfort of a human-made bed. The young dwarf fought the urge to submit to the calling of rest, slowly sitting up.
"I see you have awaken. Mother will be pleased." Edin slowly unshielded her eyes to see the chasind woman she, Alistair and the other recruits had met just a few days before.
"Where am I?" the dwarven girl asked, surprised by the roughness in her usually light, slightly childish voice.
The woman before her explained where she was and the tragic events at Ostagar. Upon hearing the new, Edin fought back the urge to cry. Ostagar had been the first time she had been treated as an equal, even a superior. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. I'm a duster, she thought to herself, and dusters don't cry, we're too tough for that.
"Your friend is waiting outside, he was veered between denial and grief since mother told him." Edin nodded.
"I'll go to him...and thank you..." Edin paused to think of the woman's name. "Morrigan.
"You are welcome." the surprised mage said, attempting to cover up the shock in her voice.
Slowly, Edin swung her feet over the bed and slipped off the too-tall bed. She leaned against the edge as her head stopped spinning before sliding on her leather armor and mace-dagger set. Once fully armored, the dwarf took a moment to take in her surroundings. She was standing in the middle of a one room hovel, save for a few small rooms in the corner, each missing at least one wall. The house seemed barely big enough for one person, save two adults. At least we had two rooms in Dust Town, the duster noted.
After finishing her examination of the building, Edin headed out to the front door, where she found her fellow warden and the woman who she remembered to be Morrigan's mother talking quietly outside..
"And here she is, your fellow warden." the seemingly ancient woman stated gesturing with her hand to Edin.
"I-It's you. I thought you were dead!'
Hello to you, too, Alistair, you floundering fool. The girl bit her tongue, there was no need to make enemies with the only companion she currently had. "It takes more than a few darkspawn to take me down, Alistair. I thought you would have figured that out by now." she let an amused smile grace her features, leaning on a tree for some still needed support. By the tits of my stone-cursed ancestors I hate being this weak...
Edin let her mind wander and Alistair babbled about how worried he had been. She understood it must have been hard for him, but there was a time and a place, neither of which were there and then. "Anyway, we need a plan." Once again, the ex-templar went on a tangent about some "Arlie Mon" character. Brytta shook her head to silence the rambling blonde. "Surely there must be other aid we can call on..."
Something finally seemed to click in the blonde's mind. About time... the duster thought smugly. "The treaties! We can require aid from the dwarves, elves and mages!"
The old woman, Flemeth, smiled. "I may be old but mages, elves, dwarves, this Arl Eamon...that seems like an army to me."
Alistair nodded and turned to face Edin. "So, can we do this? I mean, go to these places, build an army?"
Edin grinned. "Isn't that what grey wardens do?" she smothered a laugh at the expression her fellow warden currently wore.
Flemeth also seemed amused. "Well then, are you ready to step up and become grey wardens?" the ostagar survivors each nodded. "Then before you go, I have one last thing I can give you..." As if on queue, Morrigan left the house to join her mother.
"The stew is boiling, Mother." Flemeth grinned at her daughter and explained that she was sending her daughter along with the wardens. Morrigan seemed equally as shocked as her peers, and just as unhappy with the plan. "This isn't how I wanted this, Mother, I'm not even ready..." Flemeth quickly shut her daughter up before sending her along to get her supplies. Upon the apostate's return, Flemeth made each of the wardens promise to take care of her child, to which Edin took the vow for both of them.
As the sun began to set, the warden, the templar and their new and unexpected ally set off for Lothering, unsure of whether there would be a city left when they got there.