I do not own dragon age 2
Chapter 1 not of the Qun
"Jackson...jack wake up" someone said shaking me awake. "...what...where...how?" I stumbled over my words. "You died in a fire Jackson" I turned to see a woman in black robes. "So I'm dead where am I going then?" I asked "I plan on giving you a second chance at life. Question is will you take it" death said. "I will take but why me?" I frowned "you died saving your sister and someone you didn't even know from a burning building. not bad for a 20 year old. You could've ran but you choose their well being over yours. A rare trait Jackson" she said smiling. "Will I still...be me" I asked " yes and no. You will still be you mentally but your body won't be the same" Death said opening a portal. "You have a second chance at life Jackson as you say 'don't fuck it up' and try to find happiness." She said kissing me on the forehead. I walked through the portal and darkness claims me.
I wake up unable to hear anything and my vision is blurred. After a few minutes I feel well enough to move. I sit slowly still feeling weak. I bring a hand to my face and see it a grayish color. "Ok this weird" I said running my hand through my hair. Then jump when I feel something point on my head. I see I'm in some sort of cabin. I spot a mirror on the table and go to pick it up. Strangely my body feel...heavier then normal.
I look at myself in the mirror then quickly pull it away. "No way...no way..no way this can't be right." I repeated to myself. I pull up the mirror again and take a good long look at myself. "Yep those are horn on my head" I said. They looked like the shape of a rams. My eyes where still brown and my hair still black. Though I wish my skin was brown. "Well your grayish now Jack" I said to myself. Now I know where I am now. I know that I'm no longer human. Hate to say it but I'm Qunari now. So it mean this is dragon age. I wearing pants and some sort of metal chest plate. I see that I have no marking of any sort on me so I'm guessing I'm Tal vashoth. "I don't plan on following the Qun anyway. Like my freedom" I say to myself.
in the corner was great sword and a note. On the front it says 'from death burn after reading'. I open the letter and read it.
Dear Jackie sorry about your new body but it's the best I could do. The sword is your I know you learned a little about fighting from your brother. But using a sword is different. Also don't hesitate to defend yourself ok your survival comes first. The owner of the cabin can teach a thing or two so stick with him. Live your life how you see fit Jackie. We might not ever see each other again child so I say again be safe.
From Your Friend : Death
In that moment I felt like tearing up but forced it down. The fact is I'm happy for a second chance. I can still be me since I'm here I can get involved in the main plot. But for where and when am I. I sit on the bed right when the door opens. A old man with a grey beard and short gray hair walk in. "Well glad to see you aren't dead. Your kind are know to be tough bastards" he says "sir where am I exactly" I asked. "Outside of Kirkwall a couple miles away. So my turn for questions. Your name youngster?" He asked. "Jackson Turner friends call me jack" I said. "Strange name for a Qunari. Well you are Tal vashoth so not surprising. Name is Nicolas or just nick" nick said.
After that we talk for a few hour. Turns out old Nick here was a ex mercenaries a good one to. Seems the blight is also 5 months in. So it's going to end soon so the Hawke's should be here already. But first "hey nick teach me how to fight." I asked "fine on one condition while your here you help me with my errands. I'm a smuggler and I need someone to stand around an look tough." Nick asked "done! When do we start." I asked "right now get your ass outside now" Nick sternly said.
(5 months later)
Aparently I a quick study or Nick is just a good teacher. My first kill was hard for me. I throw up the first time. After awhile I was better and got better a fighting. Nick said the first kill is always the hardest but you'll be better later. Soon I was a living Tank. I was proud until my teacher Nick died old age caught up to him. His last words were "your tough enough go to Kirkwall. They always need sell swords down there" nick said. With that I made my way to Kirkwall.