Hey everyone I am back with another update, and I have to say I am so glad to see so many people liking this so far. I just put this out on a whim, and yet the responses are great. So thank you everyone, thank you to everyone who followed me and my stories. It means a lot. Same to everyone who reviews, I love hearing back from you all. Now onto the reviews.
Shadow Pegasus: Thanks I will do my best.
Graywolf144: Glad you love the story, and I like your ideas for the Wardens. I also have ideas for the other Origins, not all of them become Wardens but they will be apart of the story.
Zack32: Yeah Calder is OP but you will discover in this chapter he has a code about power. Power has a place and purpose, which means you shouldn't abuse it. Or another way of saying it, there is the right way and the easy way. Which means just because he does have the power of Ysmir he won't use it, unless the situation calls for it. Same with that power, he doesn't use it often unless he HAS too. Like when he faced Tosh Raka, who could turn into a dragon. Anyway yeah Leliana just wants to atone for her sins, and Calder will have her question the Chantry, not her faith just the Chantry itself.
Mad thought: Yep fun times indeed.
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Blood Enraged: Completly understandable, some people prefer magic users over warriors. That's fine. Personally I like all classes. Though Calder as the story progress displays magical power, just not as well as others. He is good with Restoration, he even admits that in chapter two. He also knows a few other spells that he learned to aid him. It's just certain areas of magic he lacks talent in or he just has minor skills with it. Also I am glad you like the story.
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Max: I am glad you liked that and yeah Calder has a sense of humor. Also yeah I am doing the multiple Origin route, but not all of them will be Wardens. Some will come across the group at certain points, and help them. As for the timing, Duncan didn't do this alone there are other Wardens. Though in this case, he headed straight for recruiting. Also darkspawn can hear the Call of the Old Gods as can Grey Wardens, blighted or no. For Calder they just have to be close to him. Any other case a Warden has to be be close to their own Calling, which sadly Duncan is. Alistair mentions it in game.
Now for those of you following the The Maverick Emperor, I am working on it right now. So just be patient with me, I burnt myself out for a while but I am back on track. As for the Maverick Ranger, I am going to re-write it. I've decided to cut the extra bad Rangers, because other then just being there... I can't think of what else to do with them, or who they are or what they all want. I am sorry please forgive me! Anyway I hope to see you all in the next chapter.
Staring at me with a glare, the witch didn't move. Hell, to anyone else it would like she wasn't breathing. She kept perfectly still watching me with those gold eyes of hers. Now I know for a fact that I could take Morrigan if it came down to it, but I rather not make an enemy of her. Keeping my body posture open I nodded my head. "Greetings my lady." The mage stared me down, not moving or speaking. "Put the staff down before you hurt yourself, I have no desire to harm you. I only wish to know why you were spying on me."
"You ask me to put down my only means of defense against an armored opponent? I think not." Morrigan smirked at me, her tone voice said she knew something I didn't. Too bad for her, I knew she had magic. Or could it be she had some sort of trick up her sleeve that I didn't know about?
"We both know you're a mage, so unless you're here alone. Which you very well could be, and you obviously know something about me. So let us drop the pretenses and get down to what you want." Crossing my arms, I slowly shrugged my shoulders.
The daughter of the Witch of the Wilds didn't look surprised. All hostility was gone placing a hand on her hip, Morrigan laughed slightly. "Someone from the human world that cuts to the point. I like you. Very well you may call me Morrigan, and I am alone."
"A pleasure, you may call me Calder. Now can you tell me why you were watching me?" I inclined my head toward the black-haired woman. I don't really believe she is alone, but Flemeth is a lot stronger then Morrigan, and older than me. Couple that with my lack of how their magic really works? She could be very well be behind me and making faces at me.
"My what a proper greeting out here in the woods." Chuckling Morrigan's eyes glowed with amusement. "I have been watching you for some time, there is something… Strange about you. You are no mage, and yet you seem to possess magic. I was merely curious, even more so now."
For some reason I doubt that. In fact, I am surprised she took this long to even show up… Or she could have been watching me for a while now. With Morrigan who knows? "Really? If I may ask what do you think I am? From all your observations, what would classify me as?"
Morrigan leaned slightly on her staff and tapped her chin in thought. "I do not know, for looks are deceiving. You carry yourself and look the part of a warrior, yet there is intelligence in your eyes that say your more than that. You demonstrated something akin to magic, yet it is no magic that I have no knowledge of, quite curious. You are quite a mystery, I have watched you for a time and yet I can not fathom what you are."
"Why did you first start watching me? What brought me to your attention?"
"During your battle with the darkspawn of course." Morrigan had a sly smile on her face. "Single handedly killing them with little effort, was quite interesting. Your skill surely is beyond that of any mortal man."
Now dragons love being complemented, it's a point of pride with any of the Dov. I am no exception, but I am not just a Dova. I am a human being, one that is suspicious. So, I decided to see how much, she really did know. "How did I do it then?"
"What?" Morrigan flattered her smile vanishing with a look of confusion, but it passed by so quickly that I would have missed it if I wasn't looking for it.
"How did I destroy the darkspawn? Regale me with the tale." Gesturing for her to continue, I watched with some amusement as Morrigan twitched slightly. She wasn't expecting this, which told me a lot about her and this situation. Morrigan tried to cover herself, by saying what I did to the darkspawn, but not how I destroyed them. The way she spoke, it could have been convincing but I am not an idiot and I know who she is. Finally, I raised an eyebrow a look of impatience on my face. "Who told you about me? You obviously didn't witness the battle yourself, so either you heard the story from the villagers. Or someone else did."
"Muahahaha, you see? I told you he wouldn't be fooled by you girl."
From behind Morrigan a figure melted from the trees, and I do mean melted. Slowly striding up to Morrigan's side is the Witch of the Wilds herself. Flemeth looked exactly like she did in the second game. Now any sane person who knew what Flemeth is, would began to shit themselves in fear. I am not. I knew that she is Mythal and had more power then any mortal should possess. Yet I wasn't afraid of her. I have faced beings like this before and won. Though I won't go picking a fight that's for damn sure, Flemeth obviously wanted to talk to me. What about I can't be sure, but I will find out soon enough.
"Mother I- "Morrigan flushed in anger but stopped when the goddess held up her hand.
"Enough Morrigan, I shall speak to our new friend. Alone." The Witch of the Wilds gave the younger woman a stare that said she would not be argued with.
"Of course, my dear sweet mother." Morrigan rolled her eyes and turned to look at me and nodded her head slightly. Then in a very disturbing if not interesting display of magic, Morrigan turned herself into a raven and flew away.
Both Flemeth and I watched Morrigan leave, once she was a blip in the sky we turned to face each other. We both stared the other down, neither of us saying anything. There is a subtle pressure in the air that touched on the edge of the senses, it slowly tugged at the very being of what and who you are. The pressure began to grow becoming visible, as arcs of electricity began to dance around the clearing and us both. This is what it's like when two Powers size the other up, this is why Flemeth had sent Morrigan away. It is dangerous to be anywhere near or between those of great Power when they face another being of equal or greater strength.
The wind started to blow past the two of us, in a flash of light that took the form of a winged serpent. Flemeth was replaced by a large purple and black dragon. The creature's black horns were curved backwards, while's it's snout had a curve to it forming a beak. It had a lighter shade of purple for its underbelly, while the horns, spines and claws were all black. Letting out a growl/screech that was almost deafening. Snarling the dragon's mouth filled with pale yellow flames, my chest began to rumble as a burning sensation within me.
"Yol Toor Shul!" A torrent of red and orange fire flew from my mouth, just as Flemeth breathed out fire as well. The two streams of fire clashed against one another, neither one of us giving an inch but not gaining either. A few seconds pass and both fires die out, and the Witch of the Wilds had returned to her normal form. We stared at one another for another moment, and then Flemeth bowed her head slightly.
"Andaran atish'an." (Enter this place in peace)
"Drem Yol Lok." (Greetings, Peace, Fire, Sky) Returning the bow with a nod of my own, I chuckled to myself about what just happened. This was simply a test and I have a feeling it isn't over yet. "You are no Dov, but you wore the face of one. Thus, by tradition the elder speaks."
Flemeth laughed at that and crossed her arms, a look of amusement on her face. "My, my manners? What a rare treat."
"I've always believed in being polite, especially when dealing with the unknown." Placing a hand on the pommel of my sword, I turned my head. "Now my lady what shall I call you?"
"Names are pretty, but useless does everything need a Name? Does the sky? The River?" Flemeth had a small smirk on her face, I knew what she was doing. She knew that I had at least some idea, on who she really was. Which meant she must have knowledge on me, then again it doesn't surprise me. She is possessed by an elven mage/god, and typically she always knows more then someone else.
"Then like with Morrigan let us cut to the chase, what do you want with me?" Seriously I really doubt she would come all the way here just for a chat. No, my appearance in this world, must have caught her attention. Though why did it take her this long to approach me I do not know.
Smiling slyly the Witch of the Wilds, slowly began to walk closer to me. "Want? What makes you think I want anything from you? I simply wished to observe, it is not every day something old returns though in a different way."
Frowning for a moment, I thought over her words and that is when it hit me. If she is speaking of what I am thinking of, then I understood why she wanted to watch me. It makes sense, it explains why Morrigan was here. If I hadn't exposed her, they would have quietly watched me from a distance. "I am not the same as them, or others like them. I am different."
"Men's hearts hold shadows darker than any tainted creature. What makes you any different?" The Witch of the Wilds shrugged her shoulders and paced a little.
"They abused their Power, I will not. Power has a purpose and must be used for that purpose, and when it is done you set it aside." Crossing my arms, I felt a little preachy saying that, but it is how I felt. I took the Greybeards and Paarthurnax's lessons to heart. Now I am not saying that I am a Greybeard and follow the Way of the Voice, but I don't abuse the Power I was given. My power has not and will not consume me like it did Miraak, Alduin or others like them. "With great Power comes great Responsibility." Was it cheap quoting Spider-Man? Yes, however it fit the situation and I think it will get the point across.
The Witch of the Wilds stared at me before laughing loudly. "Hahahaha very well my curiosity is stated for now, Morrigan will not bother you. At least until you join up with the Wardens." Turning around the woman began to leave but stopped and held her chin and started to mutter to herself. "You try and fight destiny, but will you achieve an early grave? Or change the world, even I can't tell." Flemeth without another word, leaving me in the clearing alone.
After she left, I closed my eyes and counted to ten as I tried to center myself. So, she can see the future, or at least something like that. However, that isn't what's bothering me, it's the fact she gave me some advice. If I try to change to the canon too much, it may end with my death. Smacking my lips, I shook my head with a sigh. "I can't change major events, but I can limit the casualties. Well then let's begin limiting the casualties."
"Ah my lord, I am so pleased your not dead." Alfred my Dremora butler said in a tone that displayed nothing but politeness and professionalism. I still have no idea how he does it, but I don't question the fact he can.
"Thank you, Alfred. Now I have some questions for you." As I spoke I removed my crossbow, shield, and pack. Flemeth had just left and since she and her daughter were gone I decided to get back to my real reason for being here.
Raising an eyebrow, the Dremora let out a sigh. "Allow me a moment to lower my intelligence to match yours my lord."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Be serious Alfred. Now you said I was on the edges of Aetherius, in a place not even the Divine's have been."
"Your powers for stating the obvious never fail to impress me." Bowing slightly the Dremora lifted himself back. "You are however correct, if I were to venture a guess I would say you are further then that." The Dremora began to look around with a frown, his face twitching slightly. "This land… This world, there is something wrong with it."
"That would be the Blight- "
"It is not the Sickness, that is familiar to me. No, there is something… Disturbing here." Alfred looked around with a disgusted look on his face. "The world is… Wrong. The very earth sleeps, while the magic of this world… It does not come from Aetherius, it comes from Somewhere else."
"The magic here comes from drawing power from the Fade, mages tap into the Fade to change reality to fit their whim." Staring at the Dremora I watched him shudder, something about the Dragon Age world really bothers him. Could the Fade be another realm of Oblivion? Or something similar at least and as a creature of Oblivion he draws power from it… Thus, the Veil is disturbing him…. Sighing I rubbed the back of my head, I am not a mage or wizard. This is above my paygrade. "Alfred you may go, but before you do… Is it possible to Call him?"
"It should be my lord, no matter where you are one thing remains constant. It is always flowing, in one form or another. If you Call, he shall answer you." Bowing the Dremora vanished, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Crossing my arms, I sighed my mind racing with questions. Questions that needed answering, yet the only one that could provide me with answers or ideas, is too dangerous to call upon. "Screw it." Shaking my head, my eyes turned to the sky. "Sheogorath if you sent me here… We are going to have words, and Father will be involved." Now I may be crazy, but I swear I heard a mad cackle in the back of my mind along with a groan.
Shaking my head, I pushed these questions from my mind. Right now, I needed to focus. If Alfred is right, and he typically is. Then all I have to do is Call and he will answer me. The question is though… Do I really need to? Power has a purpose and shouldn't be abused… I have seen what happens when Power has been abused. Dragon Break's and Elder Scrolls have been quite useful in showing me what could have been. It not only showed me what could have been with me, but others as well.
What I am calling him for? Aid? Not at the moment, no I need to see if I could do it. I need a to see if one my of greatest allies could be brought here. Yet that wasn't my only reason, I want a connection to Tamriel. I have Alfred, but I wanted something more. I wanted to see my zeymah (brother). Taking a breath, I focused all my Power into this one Shout. This need's to be as loud as I can make it, because this has to reach past the barriers of Worlds. "Odahviing!" The force of my shook the very ground I stood on. Closing my eyes, I placed my hands behind my back, waiting patiently.
One-minute passes by, then five, then ten. After fifteen minutes I sighed in disappointment, it seems Alfred was wrong. Opening my eyes, I began to pick my things up and started to leave. I got to the edge of the clearing when something strange happened…. Glass shattering…. Followed by a familiar roar, eyes going wide I turned around a large smile breaking out on my face. In the sky above the clearing, is a large red dragon.
Even after all these years I am amazed by the power and majesty that is a dragon. Odahviing's brilliant crimson red scales shone brightly in the sun, his long ebony black horns and spines seemed to glow His white underbelly looked whiter than any snow, while the purple and red that spread across the white membranes of his wings just added to his brilliance. Circling for a few seconds, the large dragon landed in the middle of the clearing.
(AN: Now I know some of you may or may not like this, but the dragons of Skyrim for this story have four legs. Now let me defend myself really quick. I like the design in games. Hell, they are cool, but I like four-legged dragons as well. I decided to go with this, because well… I can. If you want a good idea on how Odahviing stands or sits, or anything. Look at D&D dragons, that way it doesn't look weird. Anyway, I hope you still stuck around.)
He folded his wings against his side as he lowered his head, his green eyes glowing in shock. If his face could express it, I am sure it would display shock. Striding toward the dragon, my arms spread out wide and I wrapped my arms around his snout chuckling. "Zeymahi (my brother) it is wonderful to see you again." I could feel the dragon's massive foreleg wrap around my back, returning the hug. It's funny, I didn't teach Odahviing the gesture, it was my children. Who all grew to love the massive flying reptile, and despite how it may seem Odahviing is a big softy.
"Zeymahi, how is this possible? Surely this is not Sovngarde." The dragon rumbled after we pulled away from the other.
"No, it isn't it." Quickly I explained the situation to the red dragon, he listened quietly to what I had to say. Once I had finished I asked how Odahviing arrived here. I had a speculation on how, but I wished to hear how he did it himself.
"Hm when your Thu'm reached me, Zu'u Bo zeim briin do tiid Zu'u rund hi (I Flying/flew through the ocean of time I found you) It was not an easy thing, even for a Dovah. It took many years, and the assistance of the Kel (Elder Scroll) I cannot remain for long, tiid is strange here. I will be pulled back to Keizaal (Skyrim) sooner or later." The red dragon rumbled. Now that made sense, the Elder Scroll in conjunction with a creature attuned to time… In the right place, with help he could fly through ocean of time.
Paarthurnax once told me that all of time is connected, much like a large ocean. One could swim or fly through the ocean, yet it was all theoretical. Yet with the Elder Scroll and say The Throat of the World… Yeah that would be the ideal place to do it, and as for him not being able to remain here? That also makes sense, which meant calling him is temporary. "Will I be able to summon you again?"
"Yes. Now I know where you are within the flow I can reach you if you call." Odahviing nodded his massive head, before looking up at the sky. "I must return, there is much to be done back on Vus (Nirn). I would ask if you wish to return with me, but I know you will stay."
I nodded my head with a sigh. "This world needs aid, could it take care of itself? Without a doubt, but I cannot leave them to their own devices." A part of me wanted to go back to Tamriel, it is my home even the part of me that is Arthur agrees with that. I also wanted to be reunited with Serana in the afterlife. Yet I can't abandon the people here, this much I can do to aid them. Plus, if I didn't, I am sure that my wife would give me an earful. "When you return, tell my family that I will return… One day when I am done here."
"Of course, zeymah." With a grunt the dragon spread his massive wings and took off into the sky. Watching him leave my eyes widen at what just happened. He let a roar, it sounded like a shout of some kind. "Dovah Dal Vus!" (Dragon Return to Nirn) A massive silvery/white hole… appeared it looked like someone shattered the sky. With another roar Odahviing flew through the hole in time, and once he was fully through the hole vanished.
When I returned to the village of Lothering I found out that my calling of Odahviing caught everyone's attention. The village was already in a bad way with the thought of a Blight, but the roar of a dragon? That really made things even worse for the poor villagers. They all thought a dragon attack was going to happen, and a lot of them were panicking. As I walked through the village I decided to go check on the Hawke family, since Leliana would be busy at the Chantry.
Coming upon the Hawke residence, I could see that Leandra, Bethany and the family's mabari hound were all outside. The hound was the first notice my approach and barked loudly at my approach. Now I heard a few things about mabari while here in Ferelden, turns out they don't all look like they did in the games. Majority of them did, but there were different breeds meant for different things. Some where bred for being out at sea, and from how they were described they reminded me of a breed of dog in Canada. The common mabari, the one we see in game are used for just about everything. Others for being in the mountains, so they had longer thicker fur.
The Hawke family mabari has light brown fur, and his name is Duke, and he is very large. Even for a mabari, he came up just above my waist when on all fours. Rushing over I was nearly bowled over by the friendly dog. Chuckling slightly, I patted the dog's head as he licked at my gloved fingers. "Good to see you too."
"Calder! Thank the maker your alright." Running up to me is Bethany she looked relieved. "I thought for sure that… Well the dragon got you."
Leandra much like her daughter looked relieved and began to look me over. "You weren't hurt out there were you?"
"I'm fine, don't worry. The dragon just flew overhead and then headed back to where it came from." Shrugging my shoulders, I felt a little guilty for worrying everyone, and for summoning Odahviing. Though things should calm down… Hopefully. "How are you two doing? Also, where's Hawke?"
"He's trying to help the others in the militia calm things down." Leandra explained pulling Duke back by the rope collar around his neck. "We're fine my boy, no need to worry about us."
Smiling somewhat shakily Bethany nodded. "Well a little shaken up but since the dragon hasn't reappeared we should be fine. We were all more worried about you. Though seeing how you are fine, I guess we were worried for nothing." That last part was said with a small smirk and a sarcastic tone.
Chuckling I shook my head and sighed. "Alright I am glad your both fine- "A bark interrupted me, rolling my eyes I looked at the offender. "-Sorry you three, I'll go see what I can do to help calm things down." Maybe some application of the Calm spell will help. I may not be a wizard or mage, but I knew enough and had enough skill with certain magic to be well rounded. The Calming spell, has saved my life more than once and helped me with my sanity. Luckily for the Calm spell, I can just touch people and move on with the Templars none the wiser.
"I think the Chantry has things under control, while the militia is just making sure no one gets out of hand." Leandra told me before I could leave.
Shrugging my shoulders, I smiled slightly at the three people. "I can at least offer some help, I need to drop my things off at my room in the tavern." Waving goodbye, I made my way toward the tavern. I planned on leaving my pack and cloak, but otherwise keep my weapons. I've learned that you should always keep your weapons handy, even if you are in a 'safe' place. Once I entered in the tavern I stopped seeing a familiar face and a few I didn't recognize. "Alistair it's good to see you again, and who are these people?"
"Calder, great to see you again." The junior Warden waved at me albeit a little nervously, guess he's still shook up from what happened last time. "These are some new recruits, this is Lyna." Turning my gaze to the first recruit I nodded. This is the Dalish Origin. While not my first time meeting an elf in this world, it is my first encounter with a Dalish elf. The young woman I am going to guess is in her late teens, perhaps eighteen or so. She had long silver/white hair that went past her shoulders with several strands of hair framing the right side of her face. She had light blue tattoo's covering her face, though they were there lightly. (AN: The Vallaslin are the Mythal version three from DA Inquisition) Her eyes were a shade of emerald green, that made it look like she had gem stones for eyes. She is dressed in dark green and brown leather armor and boots with black breeches. A hooded forest green cloak covered her shoulders, while a with clinging ivy leaves designed long bow and a quiver of arrows were strapped to her back. Two curved Dalish daggers hung at her side, along with a curved Dalish sword.
All and all she looked the part of a ranger. "A pleasure." I nodded at her and received a stiff nod back at me. Just from looking at her, I could see she was uncomfortable. Understandable, and given everything that happened to her before this? I can understand that.
"Next to her is Solona." Alistair introduced the next Warden recruit, another elf for the group. The mage origin is a female elf? Dang I was hopping it was an Amell, hey maybe he/she does exist and just didn't get recruited. Who knows. Anyway, Solona looked to be around the same age as Lyna and she had dark brown hair. In a pixie cut of all things, but with long bangs. Her eyes are sky blue eye with a speck of mischief in them. She wore a dark blue cloth coat, that is lined gold with intricate designs. She has on a slightly puffy yellow tunic, with dark green breeches and black boots. While strapped across her body is two over the shoulder pouches, and a wooden staff with runes etched inside of it rested next to her.
"Wow your tall." She said staring up at me with wide eyes, before smirking. "How's the weather up there?"
Chuckling I shook my head, she seemed to be five foot nothing. Poor girl. "It isn't so bad, much better then being down there."
"And finally, this is Faren." The last of the recruits I am meeting today is the common dwarf. Again, not my first time meeting a dwarf, though surprisingly its my first here. You see five years after my fight with Alduin, the Dwemer returned. I am not sure how or where they were, but when the came back they launched an attack on all of Tamriel. Luckily, we had two allies in our fight against them. The first is the dragons, which by then had come under my rulership… Not easy but I had done it. The second ally we had was a race that the Dwemer had created to be their slaves, a race that the Dwemer called dwarves. They gave them that name as a derogatory term, and they unlike their creators looked more like traditional dwarves. The reason for this being, is they wanted a shorter but physically stronger race to due their bidding.
Well the dwarves themselves didn't care for that and rebelled after a few centuries, and with their help we pushed the Dwemer back to where ever they came from. However, we had a problem, Tamriel was stuck with a new race. Yet instead of having problems with finding a place for them, they all took to clearing out the old ruins of their former masters. Which became their homes in time, and soon enough they were a welcome addition to the races of Tamriel.
Now this dwarf looked similar to the ones I met, expect he is incredibly thin. Sure, he has the wide shoulders and large head. Yet he is thin and wiry, built like a stick. Though I could see the muscle underneath his long brown coat, he may be like a stick. I am sure his muscles are like steel cords. Faren has scraggly short black hair, and a few days scruff on his face. Along with a backwards 'Z' mark on his left cheek. He is dressed in a long brown coat, a dirty brown shirt and leather chest piece, he had on cloth black pants and heavy boots. He is cradling strangely a mace of I am going to assume dwarven make. Oh, wait that must be the mace Duncan gives him after recruiting him.
Faren looked to be a little nervous, but that is understandable. It's his first time on the surface, I guess he still isn't used to it. "Good to meet you."
"I-wait what?" Faren's eyes darted to me then around the room. "Right you too human, what was that!" He pointed randomly at something, which caused Alistair to groan and explain what a cat is to him. Though by the time he was done Faren is looking at something else. I think this dwarf is ADD… Yep he can't even sit still for a second, now he's off wandering around the tavern.
Groaning Alistair rubbed the bridge of his nose, muttering to himself. Before looking up at me with a weary smile. "So how have you been?"
"I've been well, just been staying here. At least until I find out what to do with myself." Chuckling I watched as Solana stopped an angry man from trying to beat the crap out of Faren, the reason for him wanting to hurt him? The dwarf stole something of his, and yet the dwarf tried to explain he didn't.
"You must have dropped it, is a good thing I found it for you." Faren said before wandering off, with Solana at his side. I don't believe it… The dwarf is a freaking kender! Oh yeah this will be funny. That's for damn sure, I hope he survives the Joining.
"Where's Duncan?" I asked Alistair who tried to fight the urge to groan at the dwarf, finally having enough of all this Lyna stood up and walked outside. Muttering about how this place stank and needing fresh air.
"Hm? Oh right, he stayed behind in Orzammar something about another recruit. After that he is heading to Denerim, then Highever. Which reminds me." The Grey Warden looked around and leaned forward. "Duncan asked if you would meet him in Denerim, he wanted to speak to you. It's about well, you and that Dragonborn stuff."
Blinking I raised an eyebrow, but slowly nodded. I guess Duncan needed some help, and he may have some information that I don't yet possess. "Alright. How long will it take for me to get to Denerim from here?"
"If you had a horse? Four to five days, if your walking then I would say five to six, and that is without any complications. If you hurry I am sure you could catch up to him." The future king of Ferelden told me before standing up t the sound of a woman screaming. "Excuse me, it seems Solana has pranked someone… Makers breath this is the third time this week, I think I know why they were okay with us talking her now."
Shaking my head, I sighed and rubbed my face. "Close to a week huh? Great. Oh well I've done much worse." If I time it right I will be there for the City Elf and Human Noble Origins…. Maybe I can keep the Cousland family from dying. Well only one way to find out. Looks like I am going on an adventure.