Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age! I only own this story and my little female vanguard~
/Chapter 4\
Just when I stepped out of the Dead Trenches, I remembered to get clothes. It was a good thing that there weren't any dwarves near the Dead Trenches, else I would flashing them more than they need. It was probably just luck that I missed the Legion of the Dead when their next batch of troops appeared on the bridge.
Unfortunately, I had to walk back to scrounge up something to wear. It took me at least half an hour, and that was already with me going at my fastest. When I returned, I made a beeline for our 'armory' which was more like a dump ground to be honest. It took me about another hour to find a set of decent looking black leather armor which had seen better days. I ignored the medium and heavy armors, deciding on settling down as a rogue.
Scrounging up whatever fashion knowledge I had from my previous life, I decided to cut off about three inches of the leather top's tattered hemline. After a moment of contemplation, I decided to throw the shoulder guards back to the useless pile and removed some of the more annoying parts of the top. In the end, it looked more like a vest than anything, but I didn't really mind so I put it on.
I only stared at the skirt once before throwing it. I do not like Thedas's leather skirts. They are stiff, they ride up and they are ugly. So, no.
It took me longer to find something similar to pants. In the end, I only saw stockings, probably from some unfortunate mage, and I had to improvise on a decent functional skirt. I only ended up with a bunch of leather straps around my hips and thighs with a tattered black cloth over it, held in place by multiple belts crisscrossing over its top. I managed to find leather boots my size but they only went up until my ankles.
For the arm guards, I found none in my size since my arms were too thin. I ended up improvising by taking a pair of long black gloves and cutting off its fingers before using shortened belts to hold it in place. I didn't like how my forearms were defenseless so I got gauntlets in the smallest size and cut it in the middle in one side. Then, I used the belts once more to wrap them around my forearms snugly. I put on a elbow and knee protectors before putting on a tattered cloak.
It was the typical leather, belts and tattered cloth look. All I need is panda eyeliner look to pass off as a demon witch. For my weapon sets, I decided on throwing knives, daggers and a bow.
I found a set of small knives and hid them all over my person, and I also found a set of four identical daggers with red hilts and sheathes that looked worse for wear. I put two on my back and the other two on either side of my belt. For the bow, it was a shortbow made of some kind of dark wood, with patterns of intertwining thorns and leaves.
Thankfully, due to the hive mind, I knew all about fighting using different weapons. The hive mind shares its experiences and skill with all the darkspawn, so I was doubtless already a fighter. Convenient, isn't it? The only reason the genlocks and hurlocks don't fight using multiple different weapons individually was because their mental capacity for learning makes it so that they can only fight with one weapon all their lives. The only thing I lack is experience of my own, even though I already have experience based on the memories in the hive mind. Considering my passiveness before I took this mission, I might have to train more for my own experiences.
After checking everything, I decided that I was ready to go so I put on my hood and started walking.
After taking a hidden path out to the Frostback Mountains, I decided to go to Orzammar first. When the guard let me in after I said that I was gonna buy some items available only in Orzammar, I knew the Blight hadn't started yet. I mean, I could probably check through the hive mind but I was quite aways from the main horde so it would take some effort to contact them via our exclusive brain mail.
Anyway, when I went in, I noticed a few humans and elves milling about. I guessed that Endrin hadn't died or been poisoned yet. I decided to walk around the marketplace before a random thought occurred to me.
How did Dragon-dad know about the soon-to-be Warden's group of misfits if he was only arranging for increasing the horde in Ostagar?
The only logical answer I could think of was that he had already seen my memories. And given that he hadn't done anything about it, I assume that he was still going to go with it.
Pairing that with the mission he gave me and the deliberate vagueness of its goal, I assume that he was going to be leaving everything to me. I mean, he only said to 'impede their journey'.
Well, what the heck.
Shaking my head and ignoring the merchant's prattle, I decided to just do whatever I want, beneficial to the darkspawn or not. Lord knows that I don't know what dragon-dad is thinking about.
So! I decided, as my first action in destroying Thedas, to tell King Endrin and his lackeys about the multiple secret passages of the darkspawn from the Dead Trenches to all around Frostback Mountain!
This is going to be fun!
So the Blight isn't officially starting yet since the horde is still amassing in the Korcari Wilds. Just a note there.
