Chapter 2: A Stubborn Elf, & Drunken Dwarf?
Lyna laid down on the ground a bit longer then usual as she sat up and stared at the now dead Bronto a few paces away from her. Wow that thing was unexpected, it just rammed open the door and slammed into her. She felt like her lungs forgot what oxygen was for a few minutes. Sten had lead it away from the elf and Alistair was assisting him in slaying the large beast. The bard helped her up, and the elf shook her head giving a nod before charging in to attack the monster that bought her to the ground in the first place. Now here she was, staring at its dead carcass. Maybe she could skin the beast? Make a better leather handle then the current one she had. Lyna grabbed her dagger and crawled to the beast.
"Um… What are you doing?" Alistair stood behind her as Sten and Leliana scouted on ahead.
"Old habits die hard?" She shrugged. "Go on ahead. I'll catch up. If anything I'll follow the sound of battle." She smirked up at the former templar. He gave her a weird look before leaving her alone and walking in the direction the the bard and qunari went.
The three approached Jarvia, Alistair was doing most of the talking which in his opinion he wasn't very good at. "I've had enough of these intruders. Kill them!" Sten stood in front of them and swung his large blade, taking down the oncoming attackers, Alistair took that as a chance to charge after Jarvia, but before he could reach her she disappeared in a cloud of smoke. He looked around, weary and was attacked by two Carta members. He disarmed one and kicked back the other as he was going for the killing blow they had already fell on the cemented floor, arrows in their bodies. He looked to the archer and smiled at her as she nodded and knocked in two more arrows, searching for her next target.
"Where is the elf!" Sten roared as he cut the head clean off of one of the Carta. Three warriors all charged at him and he stopped all their blades with his own, pushing them all back only to be attacked by two more. Alistair had his hands filled with this rogue who kept disappearing, and Leliana was too busy making arrows fly across the room. She was able to kill to of the Carta that was on Sten and Alistair's eyes went wide as he seen a beserker dwarf behind the bard.
"Leliana, behind you!" He yelled. She turned and dropped her bow, pulling a dagger from Maker knows what and stopping the large hammer from making contact with her. She was struggling to keep it from smashing her and the dagger was cutting slowly through her hand as she used force to keep it between her and the dwarf. The beserker lifted his hammer up once again, ready to squish her when Alistair pushed her to the side, shield up, as it slammed down making a rather loud booming sound. He pushed him back and he heard the dwarf groan as he fell to his knees. Behind him was Lyna, she walked to the lifeless body and pulled out her dagger which was lodged between his plates and in his neck.
"Opps." She shrugged. Alistair was going to ask her where has she been but just then more Carta showed and they leaped into battle with Sten. Leliana kept herself a good distance from the battlefield. Just as it seemed there were no more Carta, Lyna let out a huff of breath. "It's like they run in packs." She walked around, scavenging the dead.
"Well I think it's safe to say we killed 'em all." Alistair looked around. He searched through the dead looking for a specific enemy. Sten stood at the door, waiting for the three to finish what ever they were doing. "Leliana, did we check the bodies."
"I think Mahariel is doing so." She answered.
"No, did we check to see if they were all dead?" Just as he said that Lyna screamed as a bear trap snapped and caught her foot. She cursed in elven and tried getting it open.
"I could have sworn I disarmed all the traps!" She yelled in frustration. While she was busy trying to get her foot out, one of the bodies came to life and began to creep over to the elf. Alistair and Leliana saw the figure, nodding to one another as they seen Sten approaching Lyna. She knocked in a arrow and Alistair grabbed his shield.
"Hey Jarvia!" She yelled. The former templar threw his shield at her as if it was a disc, making her take a few steps back as Leliana released her arrow piercing through her armor. Lyna saw Sten and ducked as the large man beheaded the Carta boss. The elf stared in a bit of awe as she smiled at their teamwork. Maybe working together wouldn't be as hard as she thought. Sten stared down at the elf.
"We might need to cut it off." He stated. Lyna went wide eye and shook her head furiously.
"Nonono! No cutting." She lifted her leg up a bit and bit her lip to avoid from screaming. Alistair knelt down and was able to open the trap, releasing her foot and receiving a rather strange groan from Lyna. She once again spoke in her foreign tongue, and no one understood what she said, but by the tone, they knew she was swearing.
"Want me to carry you?" He supported Lyna as she hopped on one foot. Leliana was on her other side, helping her stand.
"No. I have dealt with worse." She stepped down and her face scrunched up in pain.
"Do not be stubborn, Mahariel." Leliana argued with the elf as she took some steps away from the two. The bard stood in front of her and gave her a glare that made Lyna stand down. With a sigh of frustration she looked away.
Alistair was walking through Orzammar, getting occasional stares from the dwarfs as he had Lyna on his back with a grumpy face. It was cute though and he couldn't help but smile as she blew out a huff of breath. "You are lighter then I expected, you know that? I think I can toss you up in the air." Alistair joked. Seconds later he was smacked on the head and Leliana's laughter was heard. Sten shook his head at their childish manner.
"We should take her back to camp. Morrigan must have some healing herbs." The qunari stated as he walked beside the blonde man.
"I can still fight! This is nothing!" The elf protested as she wiggled on Alistair's back.
"You cannot. If you do, the foot will come off." Sten stared blankly at her and she glared at him.
"Yes I can. Al, put me down."
"But-"
"Now." She said firmly and down she was. Lyna took a few steps with Leliana beside her, but the elf pushed her away as she tried walking herself. Only to fall onto one knee.
"Stubborn and prideful like a mabari." The bard mumbled. Alistair lifted up Lyna bridal style as Sten gave her a disapproving look.
"I can give the news to Bhelen." He told her. "Sten can assist me." Alistair told her as he smiled. She didn't want to listen but in the end she knew she would lose a foot if she didn't. He hand her to Leliana and she cautiously took her, to the bards surprise she was very light. Just as Alistair said. "Leliana, can you take her back to camp? If we don't give the news to Bhelen soon, he'll think us dead." He scratched the back of his head. It felt weird to take charge, even if it is for a simple task like this. He nodded to the bard and she walked off, leaving Orzammar and heading back to camp which luckily was not that far away. Still it was a small journey. She was eye sight away from the camp as she held Lyna in her arms. the elf had fallen asleep on their small travel back, and she smiled at the sleeping figure she held. Leliana walked over to Morrigan and the witch stared at Lyna first, then the bard.
"Do I want to know?" The witch grinned as she placed down her book.
After cleaning the wound she rubbed a few herbs the witch crushed on the elfs foot. Morrigan told her these herbs should numb the pain and keep int from getting infected, if she keeps it wrapped when traveling. Leliana seen her struggle and assisted in wrapping her wound. "Thanks…" Lyna stared at the grass and began picking at it. They talked, getting to know each other a little more. Lyna mentioned how she was recruited and how she lost Tamlen, Leliana seemed to care for what she said, giving comfort and understanding why she had been unfocused. Leliana told her she lost some one as well but instead of grieving and beating herself up, try living for them. The bard held her hand and gave it a tight squeeze before releasing. Why was she suddenly feeling nervous? It didn't matter once she seen Alistair, Sten and a dwarf walk towards camp. She quickly stood, regretting doing so as she had to lean on the bard. "So?"
"We have to find a paragon in the Deep Roads…" Alistair gave a weak smile.
"And I'm coming with yer!" The dwarf stood near her and he smelled like a brewery. "If anyone knows what Branka was looking for, I am the only who knows."
"Um… What's with the dwarf?" Lyna asked as she pinched her nose.
"He insisted on following us." Sten stated.
"Name's Oghren! Er, where is this Grey Warden?" He looked the elf up and down. Lyna glared at the dwarf, feeling a bit insulted.
"What did you think this Grey Warden look liked!?"
"I was told, mind you this was many mugs ago, if a he, stout and muscular, fair of face, but with a strong jaw and a bold nose, surrounded by a great glowing nimbus." Alistair rubbed the back of his neck looking down. "If she's a woman, she would be more slight, but her eyes will shine with the light of purity and her large but chaste bosom will heave magnificently." He drifted off and Lyna couldn't believe what she was hearing. This dwarf must have past the drunken bar, candle marks ago.
"You idiot! Alistair and I are the Grey Wardens!" She pointed to the blonde man.
"Well, if you're the best they've got, then standards must have fallen way down." He huffed and looked at the two remaining Grey Wardens. "No wonder there was and elf running about Orzammar. I suppose you'll do." Lyna sighed heavily, still not believing what had just been heard.
"This is why I knew this Grey Warden thing was bad. I can't deal with other shemlens and dwarves, no I prefer my kind." She mumbled to herself as she grabbed her swords and walked off to find this Paragon.
I had to include a few conversations from the game, because why not? Next chapter should be done in a few days, if I am not busy then two days max.
