Carver watches as the Grey Warden commander, Duncan, rushes towards the ogre to avenge his king. He leaps onto the beast and pierces it's chest with his sword one, two, three times, and the ogre falls to it's demise. The commander then grits his teeth and wraps an arm around his stomach as he lets out a grunt of pain. That is when Carver realizes that Duncan has been injured. Duncan crawls over to his dead king and takes a brief moment to mourn his death. When he looks up he sees the fire burning bright at the top of the Tower of Ishal. The signal has been lit. Loghain has betrayed them. Duncan narrows his brow in anger. This is an outrage. In all Duncan's fury he is completely oblivious to the axe-wielding Darkspawn rushing towards him. Carver realizes then that he has only been standing there watching the chaos and destruction around him.
"No," he shouts with a strong sense of forboding in his voice.
He bursts into a sprint in the commander's direction, but he already knows he can't run fast enough. He knows that Duncan will die before he reaches him, but he denies the thought and pushes forward. However, despite his best effort and determination Duncan is dead before Carver makes it half way. The Darkspawn has planted it's axe in his skull.
When Carver finally does reach his destination he takes pleasure in chopping Duncan's killer into tiny little peaces.
"You bastards need to take your Archdemon and go back to the deep roads where you belong," he yells as he stabs the Hurlock for the eleventh time.
Once Carver has completely butchered Duncan's killer he falls to his knees and places a hand over his eyes. He cannot stop the first few tears, but he manages to blink the rest away and pull himself together. He can't fall apart now, but without the commander who will lead the Grey Wardens? Carver looks around to see the violent slaying of one Grey Warden after another. With each Wardens death Carver's hope dims. Maybe by the end of the battle there will be no Grey Wardens to lead.
If no Grey Warden survives there will be no one to stop the Darkspawn. There will be no one to end the Blight. Carver finds that his eyes are on the Tower of Ishal once more. He knows of one Grey Warden who was sent up there to light the beacon. There weren't supposed to be any Darkspawn in the tower. Maybe he is still alive. Carver has to warn him. He needs to know what has happened.
It is difficult for Carver to leave his fellow soldiers but he has to do this. He runs, as fast as he can, to the Tower of Ishal. This won't be the end. It can't be.
When Carver reaches the tower he is shocked to see that there are dozens of Darkspawn corpses scattered on the ground. They weren't supposed to be here. Carver hopes desperately that the Grey Warden is alright. He has to find him.
Carver rushes through the tower, up one flight of stairs after another. There are dead Darkspawn everywhere. This Grey Warden must be incredibly skilled. Then Carver comes across the body of a dead mage and it all starts to make sense. It seemed impossible for one man to kill so many Darkspawn, Grey warden or not. He had help, this mage must be one of the men who assist him.
Carver wastes no time and it isn't long before he reaches the top of the tower. The Grey Warden, along with two soldiers are battling a group of Darkspawn but they are severely outnumbered. It isn't long before the soldiers fall. One Darkspawn sends a burning arrow flying in the Grey Warden's direction.
"No!" Carver shouts before leaping to the Warden's rescue and taking the arrow for him.
He won't be responsible for the death of another man of such importance. The Grey Warden must survive, for Ferelden.
There is a fleeting pain, then nothing. Everything fades to black.