Weisshaupt Fortress, Anderfels, 21st of Drakonis, 9:29 Dragon

The fireball exited the crystal that served as the tip of Daliath's staff. His opponent managed to block the magic, but it had only been a diversion, for just as the former Templar tried to recover from the defence, Daliath leapt into the air and shot a steady stream of lighting his way. A grunt escaped the ex-Templar's mouth as the lighting hit him. As he was electrocuted, the former Templar, whose name was Gregor, shook violently, before Nahal the spirit mage cleansed him. Daliath bowed mockingly before his beaten opponent, his black hair standing upward as an effect of the lighting.
"Dirthara-ma seth'lin" he pronounced gleefully with a mocking smile at the ex-Templar.
"That is enough, Daliath!" shouted Nahal.
"Yes, Hahren, abelas" Daliath replied, the older elf was no longer his superior, but he had earned Daliath's respect. Daliath flattened his hair and walked off the training grounds of Weisshaupt. In the armory, where Daliath unloaded his pauldrons, he was greeted by Dryden, a warrior from the Bannorn.
"You sure humbled Gregor, true enough. Anyway, you better head down to the dining hall for lunch, then get some rest. We're leaving at dusk"
"Leaving?"
"Aye, for Hossberg. There's an entrance to the Deep Roads near there, a couple of Ander scouts found it a few days ago. We're supposed to check it out, see if there's any darkspawn near the entrance that might find their way out. There'll be eight of us, Warden-Constable Talmer in command. Come on now; get down to the dining hall"

Entrance to the Deep Roads, Anderfels, 29th of Drakonis, 9:29 Dragon

The ground was covered by old bones that cracked and creaked underfoot as the eight Grey Wardens entered the Deep Roads. Daliath channelled power from the Fade, and lit up the crystal at the end of his staff, in order to give the party light. The other mage, Coreth, a grey-haired Antivan, did the same. Talmer, a dwarf warrior who wielded a two-handed axe that seemed ridiculously large in contrast to his stature, coughed through his black beard.
"That smell," he said, gesturing, "is worse than Dust Town, I tell ya"
"Careful now, ya pisspot" said one of the other warriors, Girhen, who'd been a casteless before joining the Wardens.
"Only joking, Gir" said Talmer with an apologetic gesture. Dryden and Coreth laughed. Daliath stared straight ahead, his senses keen to see, hear or smell darkspawn. The three rogues that travelled with them stayed silent, though there were amused smirks upon their lips. Cathian, an elf who'd grown up in the Gwaren alienage, had short blonde hair and wielded a bow. The two others were human, one of noble Orlesian blood, whose name was Daguerre, and Norbert, a middle-aged, dual-wielding tower of a man with a gentle nature and an even gentler smile. Daliath didn't spare them more than a glance; he was too excited for the task at hand. The Orlesian said something Daliath didn't make out, and the group laughed.
"What about you, knife-ears?" asked the Orlesian. Daliath whipped around.
"What about me, shemlen?" he asked menacingly, angling his staff slightly towards the moustachioed gentleman.
"Was your mother a sow, like Cathian's?"
Daliath felt the anger boil up inside him. When you became a Grey Warden, you were supposed to leave your old life behind, to forget racism and other petty indulgences so often enjoyed by nobility, Fereldan and Orlesian alike, but Daguerre had seemingly forgotten that. Daliath felt the power of the Fade course through him, making its way to the end of his staff, but then… a faint, sweet tune started to echo through his mind and the power faded away. He knew what it was, even before Talmer spoke.
"Darkspawn nearby. You'll have to deal with that shit later, lads"
"By the Dread Wolf," Daliath exclaimed when he heard the shrieks of genlocks. A few seconds later they came into sight, wearing black, spiky armor and wielding black, spiky weapons. Dryden and Girhen drew their swords, just as Talmer removed his axe from its sheath on his back. Daguerre retrieved his dagger from his belt, as did Norbert with his two. Cathian unslung his longbow.
"In Peace, Vigilance. In War, Victory. In Death, Sacrifice" Daliath whispered, and the mantra of the Grey Wardens calmed him a little. It wasn't long before the arrows started to fly from Cathian's bow, before the fireballs exited the end of Coreth's staff, before Dryden, Talmer, Girhen and the two rogues charged into the fray. Daliath didn't waste any time, he summoned power from the Fade, and embraced a genlock in the grasp of winter, before quickly channelling his power into a burst of deathly sharp icicles. Daliath had always been skilled in the use of primal magic, the magic of war. As a young child being taught magic secretly by his mother, he'd been able to bushes aflame, stun insects and small animals with lighting, freeze butterflies mid-air with frost. He'd struggled with the art of creation, only being able to heal the smallest of wounds. He'd had some success with spirit magic, but not much, only being able to fire a couple of weak spirit bolts before giving up. No, fire and ice and lightning, those were his weapons. He used them now. He sent fireball after fireball in the direction of the genlocks, alternated by streams of lightning and flurries of ice. He was careful not to hit his fellow Wardens. Dryden had slain many darkspawn, their black blood covering his face and armor. Talmer and Girhen were holding their own as well, being assisted by the constant stream of arrows from Cathian. There was a loud scream as Daguerre was toppled by a trio of genlocks that started to eat at his flesh. Coreth pushed them off with a magical push, but it was too late, the rogue was dead.
Good riddance thought Daliath as he impaled a genlock who'd gotten to close on a huge ice-spike that appeared out of the ground. Soon, the battle died down, and the darkspawn that remained fled deeper into the aptly named Deep Roads.
"I guess that answered our question," said Talmer, "the darkspawn were very close to the surface"
"Too close," said Daliath.
"I'm just glad they didn't find the exit before we did," said Dryden.
Talmer nodded and said,
"We'll have to shut this entrance"