open Dragon Age: Shadows of The Deep Roads

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(OOC link: http://mlpforums.com/topic/94935-dragon-age-shadows-of-the-deep-roads-non-ponyactionadventure/ )

 

 

 

 

The people of Fereldin are strong. They are independent. They are hardy. And they are also blind. Years of oppression have clouded their eyes with hatred toward the Orlesians, hatred so strong that they could not see the signs of an even greater threat.

 

As Fereldin goes to war with Orlais, The darkspawn stir in the deep roads in a way that they haven’t for thousands of years. They are searching for something. Maker help us all if they find it.

 

But not all are so blind! The Grey Wardens are vigilant. We have seen the signs; and with the proper recruitment and fast action, we may stop this before it ever starts. We serve no crown, no king, but we are dedicated to protect all men from the darkspawn threat.

 

I am Yuril of the Grey Wardens. For thirty-two years, I have served this order. Yet even in closing days of my life, I am tasked to investigate this disturbance. I could not ask for a finer honor.

 

 

 

Six new recruits had been called to join the Grey Wardens. Any of the recruits who intended to partake in the joining ritual were asked to meet with Yuril in a small campsite outside of Denerim. They were asked to bring only what was necessary.

 

The campsite had eight, small tents set up. One for Yuril, one for another Grey Warden named Rica, and six for all of the new recruits.

 

The tents were set up in a rocky clearing surrounded by thick vegetation. It was less than half a mile away from the main road to Denerim, easily accessible to any of the traveling recruits.

 

Rica and Yuril were sitting across from each other around an unlit fire pit. The accumulation of ash showed that they had been waiting at the campsite for several days.

 

Rica was young, especially compared to Yuril. She had only been a Grey Warden for a short time, but in that time she had shown herself to be a promising recruit. As the junior-most Grey Warden, she was tasked with accompanying the new recruits through their joining. She had short, brown hair that was tied back in a ponytail. Her sharp, emerald-green eyes only deepened the serious expression on her face. She wore medium-weight chainmail armor and had two dragonbone daggers on her back.

 

“Six recruits in one joining, this is too many. Is it not?” She asked Yuril in a thick Antivan accent. This wasn’t the first time they had talked about this, but there was little else to make conversation about. She poked at the cool embers in the fire pit and waited for Yuril to respond.

 

Yuril replied, “Maybe it would be too big back in Antiva, but in Fereldin, everything is done in bulk! It saves time and money. You should see the wedding ceremonies!”

 

Rica scoffed, “You take nothing serious Yuril! I ask you something important and you make jokes!”

 

“You’re too on edge,” Yuril lectured, “Six recruits are coming, and they will partake in the joining at the same time. There is nothing we can do to change that.”

 

“Of course,” Rica said complacently, “I am sorry. It’s just… I’m sorry.”

 

 

 

Ser Thomas was the first recruit to enter the camp. He entered with a group of other knights from Highover, but the knights disbanded and left as soon as he entered the campsite.

 

Ser Thomas awkwardly approached the two Wardens, expecting a greeting but getting nothing.

 

"I came to the right spot. I'm sure of it." He declared confidently. "Where are the other five recruits? I wish to meet them."

 

"You are the first to arrive." Yuril answered.

 

"Oh..." Ser Thomas said awkwardly before sitting next to the fire pit.

 

 

 

(For your first post, your character will be arriving at the campsite. Just remember that there are no horses in Fereldin.)

[Umbreon 569]

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The camp was easy to find...  The smoke from the fire, the light it cast, the smell of the other bodies there...  It was all laid out before the wolf's eyes as she looked upon it from the vegetation surrounding the camp.  She watched quietly as the knights entered the camp, her lip curling back in a snarl out of reflex but stopping herself before making a noise.  She wasn't here for trouble...  In fact, that was what she was hoping to avoid...

 

Taking a moment to try and register the other's scents in her mind over the smoke, Ninarya slowly starts to step forward from the underbrush.  She was better with scents than names - and her nose was better than any Mabari's when she was in this form.  Once she gets clear of the underbrush the wolf quickly starts to stand upright, and in a matter of seconds she had changed from the canine form to that of a young Dalish elf.  Gripping her staff tightly as she walks forward, Ninarya stops at the edge of the light of the fire and leans upon it.

 

"This is the Grey Warden camp?"  She already knew the answer - she'd been listening in the brush for a couple minutes now, she just hadn't wanted to be the first one there.  She tries to keep her gaze focused on Yuril, making a point of not looking towards the armoured human.  

[HigurSan 195]

"What the hell is going on?!" the langly in front of him yelped as an arrow whisked past his ear. Vk'tir ducked his head as another came within millimeters of shaving off his eyelashes. "Oh yes, I'm the -most- informed person here!" he yelled back sarcastically as the two of them ducked into a ditch. They kept their heads down due to the increasing volume of incoming projectiles. "Well you're the one who was supposed to be my guide," the human whined. "I paid you a large amount of money to get me -safely- a good distance away from here!" "I swear by my ancestors, if we survive this I'll lop off the top third of the requested payment!" This seemed to shut the human up for the moment. Some people were simply odd like that, had skewed priorities and all. The thing was though, it was far better for him to be worried about money rather than the monsters chasing after them. It would be wretched luck to have to drag a gibbering fool -and- run away at the same time. He'd done it before. It was rarely worth the effort.

 

Of course their current situation was far preferable to the apparent alternatives. Actually, there was only one other option. That was being captured, then afterwards being eaten alive. That was of course unless they got shredded by arrows first. Okay, so there were -two- options. Vk'tir kept such thoughts in his head to block out the pain in his leg. Those damn arrows were -sharp-. So sharp in fact that they cut things they didn't even touch as they passed. He'd have to ask someone how to make those later on. Normally one or two would have ended up in his grasp along the way, but he was too busy running for his life. Speaking of running, it looked like they were almost done.

 

That is to say that several more of the wretched beasts popped out from behind some rocks ahead of them and levelled their bows. Vk'tir and his charge skidded to a halt, sending up a small splatter of gunk from the ditch's bottom. Other enemies rushed up from either side of the ditch and copied their companions. So... now he had at least a dozen arrows aimed right at his throat. It was very likely that they could kill him without actually touching him and it was impossible for any of them to miss. To top it all off, -now- the human began to panic and collapsed into a feeble lump in the sludge. To summarize that, they were completely and totally screwed.

 

Without a word, all twelve or so of the assailants shifted their aim and buried their arrows in the human. Much as Vk'tir had suspected, the arrows were sharp enough to go right through him and deep into the ground. As a result, he was shredded (and obviously killed) instantly. Then, like a puff of smoke, they were gone. The only sign of the beasts' passing was the steadily seeping pile of gore piled in the ditch. Vk'tir gave a great moan and collapsed onto the bankside. "I... I thought I'd be joining my ancestors... Wow...," he whispered hoarsely. "But more important than that... what were those things?" He looked over to the mess that was once a man and grimaced.

 

Out of some passing respect for the dead, he hauled over some stones and made a make shift cairn. Being a dwarf by birth and upbringing he had a passing knowledge of how to do such things. The result was a little shoddy, but it'd keep all but the most persistent scavengers off. It occured to him that he ought to mark the man's name on the top, but he'd never asked or been given it. Of course, respect for the dead only went so far and he looted some coin from the body's pockets before leaving.

 

He'd arrive at his intended destination a few hours later. His arms and legs were caked with mud and blood, though he was scraping the worst off. He was also dead tired, which showed clearly in his eyes. "Grey Wardens? M' Vk'tir Silver...stream..." He mumbled apologetically before falling down on his rump. Slumping over, he was out like a light and began to snore softly. It was hardly a comfortable position, seeing as the various bits of equipment on him made him lay at an odd angle.

[Chivalry Knight 161]

A quiet night ensues a forest in The Fade. The wind blows lightly, leaves flowing through the air as if they were dancing. However, the leaves waltz has been interrupted by two quick blurs passing by. Trees rustle as something disturbs they're slumber in the night. A growl and whine could be heard throughout the forest; Disturbing it's quietness of the night. Then, laughter could be heard along with the growling and whining. Two prints left in soft dirt as the blurs pass by. One track left by a paw, the other, a running shoe.

 

One of the blurs jump into a nearby bush. It's beady eyes looking, watching for the thing that has been chasing it. "Aw come on kitty! where did you go, I only wanted to eat you for dinner! come on out, Haha!" Says a small girl whom halted when she lost track of the Red Lion. The Red Lion quietly watched Tessa as she looked around for him, making sure not to make any sudden movements. Tessa looked for a while, under and over rocks, up in trees, and in the sky; But the Jaguar was no where to be seen. Tessa sits on the dirt and grass ground. "Urgh! I'm hungry..." Says Tessa to herself. She hears her stomach growling at her to give her some food.

 

Tessa then remembers that she has some sort of picnic to go to. "Ah! That's right, I remember now! The 'Way Gardens' are having a picnic and they invited me! And a picnic is bound to have food!" She yells out to herself. She gets up with a big smile on her face and runs off into the distance. The Red Lion couldn't catch her scent anymore, he leaps out of the bush and runs for his life in the opposite direction from where Tessa ran off.

 

Tessa came to a halt on the peek of a cliff. "Now where, oh where could they be... hmm..." Tessa looks around with a birds eye view of the current area. She spots a fire with some smoke coming from it. "AHA! They must be also having a feast! I can't believe they started without me!" Tessa leaps off the cliff, her cape allowing her to break the fall by slowing her pace as she was falling. She then dashes towards the campsite. Each step making her hungrier and hungrier.

 

She makes it to the campsite with a sudden stop causing a small dirt and sand cloud. The cloud quickly diminishes with the wind, showing Tessa with a smile on her face. "Hey there, are you the 'grey Barons'? My names 'Hungry' and I'm also very 'Tessa'! Wheres the food?!" She says to the Grey Wardens, still smiling,

Edited April 26, 2014 by Prince Blackquill

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Rica didn't know what to to think of it. After a week of nothing, four of the recruits had arrived one after the other in a matter of minutes!

 

Yuril had already begun starting up a fire. The sun was beginning to set and nights in Fereldin were very cold.

 

"I trust none of you had much of trouble finding here." He asked in an Orlesian accent. He had noticed that the Dwarf was caked in blood, but chose not to ask about it.

 

Ser Thomas stood up from the fire and gestured toward the Dalish Elf. "You are a mage. Are you not?" He asked rhetorically. "Are you from the circle tower?"

[Anon In Equestria 57]

Connor stood near the camp that the two grey wardens had set up, most of the new recruits had arrived.

 

A dwarf that had recently seen battle just stumbled into camp and fell down, looks like his day had been rough, or maybe he just has the tendency to walk towards danger.

 

Connor decided it was time to enter the camp and reveal himself to his new allies, he walked into camp his plate armor making slight noise as he moved into the light of the camp.

[Scrambled_Egghead 16]

 

Civ stepped out of an ox drawn carriage. It had stopped on the main road to Denerim and couldn't take her any further into the woods. After paying the driver, she gathered her things and walked toward the camp.

 

As she walked, she passed by a warrior in heavy plate armor. She knew that he must be another recruit, as there was no other reason to be there. Before the others in the camp saw them, she decided to speak to the Reaver with her unmistakable Antivan accent. "You are from here in this Fereldin, yes?" She asked. "I can tell my the smell. I don't mean to be rude, but your Fereldin smells of wet dogs! Not that Antivan is any better. She smells of smoke and piss. Anyway, I am Civera. Most call me Civ."

 

They both walked into the camp and Civ waited for a reply.

[Anon In Equestria 57]

Connor looked over to the woman that had addressed him, a foreigner in these lands, but she had greatsword resting on her back, so connor was happy to converse with a fellow fighter.

 

"Well I'll take your words as a complement, I usally smell of blood and death, I'm connor, A Blood knight, its a pleasure to meet a fellow warrior.

[Scrambled_Egghead 16]

Connor looked over to the woman that had addressed him, a foreigner in these lands, but she had greatsword resting on her back, so connor was happy to converse with a fellow fighter.

"Well I'll take your words as a complement, I usally smell of blood and death, I'm connor, A Blood knight, its a pleasure to meet a fellow warrior.

Civ replied with a whisper so that the other Wardens couldn't hear her. "What do you know about this joining ritual? It's all so secret, you know? I have heard rumors in Antiva. I don't think all recruits survive the joining!"

 

She glanced at the Wardens to see what they were doing. They seemed occupied with the other recruits.

[Umbreon 569]

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Ninarya frowns slightly as Ser Thomas approaches her, her grip tightening on her staff again. She had been prepared for this question, but hasn't been expecting it so soon... Or from one that might have been a Templar, just judging from his armour.

 

"I am Dalish, and I am here to join the Grey Wardens. Not to answer to a Shemlen." ...Probably not the best way for her to go about making friends, but Ninarya couldn't help herself. She was still proud to be who she was, both as an elf and as a Mage.

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Ninarya frowns slightly as Ser Thomas approaches her, her grip tightening on her staff again. She had been prepared for this question, but hasn't been expecting it so soon... Or from one that might have been a Templar, just judging from his armour.

"I am Dalish, and I am here to join the Grey Wardens. Not to answer to a Shemlen." ...Probably not the best way for her to go about making friends, but Ninarya couldn't help herself. She was still proud to be who she was, both as an elf and as a Mage.

"Dalish... Right. That's what the brand means. I remember that now." Thomas said as he lowered his hand. "I have heard many things about Dalish craftsmanship. My mother had a Dalish bow mantled over a fireplace in my our home. But I never knew there were Dalish mages."

 

 

Rica stepped up to the resting Dwarf. "Not sleeping already, are you?" She asked as she nudged him with her boot. "What happened to you?"

[Chivalry Knight 161]

Tessa looked confused, she didn't know if they heard her or not. So she asked again "Hello! Got any food? I'm very hungry." She asked. Suddenly she heard something behind her. And she flinched away from the sound. It was Connor arriving at the campsite. "Woah! Dont mean to be rude but you really scared me." She said to him.

 

She followed Connor and took a seat beside him. Someone else at the campsite interacts with him. She didn't want to inturupt so Tessa went and sat beside Yuril. She whispered to Yuril. "hey, know where I can find any food?" She waited for an answer.

[HigurSan 195]

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"Huh what!?" Vk'tir yelped as he jolted back to the land of the awake. "By my ancestors they'll never set their grubby fingers on my... Oh. I'm here still? Ugh, I expected for it to at least be morning. Ah well." Looking over to the person connected to the leg prodding him, he raised an eyebrow. "I assume from your jostling me from my rest you're either instigating some odd human mating ritual or are just curious. Tell me, which is it?" He stared at her absolutely stone faced for a distressingly long period of time before cracking a wry smile. There was a hint of annoyance in his tone, but he seemed to be supressing it for now. As he stood up again he unburdened himself of the various pack and gear he'd had strapped to his person, with the exception of two odd looking short spears. They looked much like a surgeon's scalpel, rather than the arrow head most such weapons were designed with.

 

Sitting down on a nearby rock, he began to pick more dirt and blood off of himself. "You asked what happened to me I think? Mmm. I'm not sure. Took some extra work on the way here and it ended up with this." Some unmentionable substance or another dislodged itself from under his fingernails, though he had the politeness to throw it -away- from the camp rather than into it. It was at this point he remembered the rather nasty gash in his leg, which was now seeping puss and blood. Grimacing, he retrieved a waterskin and began to wash out the wound, laying some bandages out in the mean time. His eyes passed over present company, though his gaze did not stay on any one person for longer than a couple of seconds.

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Tessa looked confused, she didn't know if they heard her or not. So she asked again "Hello! Got any food? I'm very hungry." She asked. Suddenly she heard something behind her. And she flinched away from the sound. It was Connor arriving at the campsite. "Woah! Dont mean to be rude but you really scared me." She said to him.

She followed Connor and took a seat beside him. Someone else at the campsite interacts with him. She didn't want to inturupt so Tessa went and sat beside Yuril. She whispered to Yuril. "hey, know where I can find any food?" She waited for an answer.

"I suppose I should start cooking. I hadn't expected to have six new guests already." Your ill replied politely. "All of my cooking impliments are in my tent. We're having stew, and you should probably get used to that as well. We will rarely have enough meat to make anything else."

 

After explaining, Yuril stood up and went to his tent to grap a few pots and spoons.

 

 

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"Huh what!?" Vk'tir yelped as he jolted back to the land of the awake. "By my ancestors they'll never set their grubby fingers on my... Oh. I'm here still? Ugh, I expected for it to at least be morning. Ah well." Looking over to the person connected to the leg prodding him, he raised an eyebrow. "I assume from your jostling me from my rest you're either instigating some odd human mating ritual or are just curious. Tell me, which is it?" He stared at her absolutely stone faced for a distressingly long period of time before cracking a wry smile. There was a hint of annoyance in his tone, but he seemed to be supressing it for now. As he stood up again he unburdened himself of the various pack and gear he'd had strapped to his person, with the exception of two odd looking short spears. They looked much like a surgeon's scalpel, rather than the arrow head most such weapons were designed with.

 

Sitting down on a nearby rock, he began to pick more dirt and blood off of himself. "You asked what happened to me I think? Mmm. I'm not sure. Took some extra work on the way here and it ended up with this." Some unmentionable substance or another dislodged itself from under his fingernails, though he had the politeness to throw it -away- from the camp rather than into it. It was at this point he remembered the rather nasty gash in his leg, which was now seeping puss and blood. Grimacing, he retrieved a waterskin and began to wash out the wound, laying some bandages out in the mean time. His eyes passed over present company, though his gaze did not stay on any one person for longer than a couple of seconds.

"Fine zen. Ignore my question!" Rica said spitefully. "I asked you what happened to you. You do know what happened, yes?"

[Umbreon 569]

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Ninarya scowls slightly, narrowing her eyes at Thomas.   "That is because if it were common knowledge, your Chantry would descend upon us with their ironclad dogs to wipe us out.  And we've been persecuted enough by your kind, Shem."  Pulling the butt of her staff out of the dirt she turns to start walking away before hesitating and looking over her shoulder at the knight.

 

"...I...  I apologize, I did not intend to snap at you.  These past weeks have been... difficult."  Sighing quietly the elf turns around to look at him again, though she still doesn't make any move to come closer to the others in the camp.  "If you truly wished to know, I was to become the next Keeper for my tribe.  It is only natural that one in charge of keeping the tribe's secrets should be proficient enough to cast them."

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Ninarya scowls slightly, narrowing her eyes at Thomas.   "That is because if it were common knowledge, your Chantry would descend upon us with their ironclad dogs to wipe us out.  And we've been persecuted enough by your kind, Shem."  Pulling the butt of her staff out of the dirt she turns to start walking away before hesitating and looking over her shoulder at the knight.

 

"...I...  I apologize, I did not intend to snap at you.  These past weeks have been... difficult."  Sighing quietly the elf turns around to look at him again, though she still doesn't make any move to come closer to the others in the camp.  "If you truly wished to know, I was to become the next Keeper for my tribe.  It is only natural that one in charge of keeping the tribe's secrets should be proficient enough to cast them."

"There's no need to apologize. I understand." Ser Thomas said. "I am a follower of the Chantry, but that does not mean that I agree with everything they do. And raster taught us to follow our own path. I do not think the Chantry understands this. I admire the Dalish people's independence."

[Umbreon 569]

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Ninarya starts to narrow her eyes again, Thomas' open mindedness coming across as suspicious rather than honest to the wary elf.  "A human who admires independence of an elf?  One that sees the cruelty of your Chantry?"  Her grip tightens on her staff a little again, though she quickly attempts to relax her hand.

 

"...You are either a bad liar, or a very odd Shem.  If the second is true, then...  It is unfortunate that more of your kind do not share your views."  She sighs quietly before lowering her staff a little, letting the end of it drag on the ground as she takes a couple steps closer.  "...I suppose we are to be allies, if you're here.  Well...  You may call me Ninarya."

[Anon In Equestria 57]

Connor leaned over to civ and whispered into her ear so that the gray wardens wound not hear his reply.

 

"I don't know much but due to be me being a blood knight I have some knowledge of the ritual its very grim, it involves darkspawn blood and more than half of the new recruits dyeing before they get through it"

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Yuril stood up and projected himself loud enough to interrupt all of the conversations that were going on. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we're already behind schedule." He said. "I had hoped to begin the joining ritual today, but we're already out of sunlight."  This was true. The sun had already disappeared from the sky. The only light in the campsite came from the fire and the moon. Yuril was standing next to a pot of stew. The stew had very little meat in it, and it was almost solely comprised of vegetables and herbs. "We will eat tonight, and get as much rest as possible. Tomorrow, Rica will be assisting you in the joining. There is much for you to prepare for."

[Chivalry Knight 161]

Tessa looked at Yuril with a confused expression. 'Wait, there's going to be a ritual?' Tessa thought to herself. She was oblivious to any ritual that they were planning. She grabbed a bowl of the almost meatless stew and sat back down beside Yuril. She remembers that the village that helped her with her spirit magic also conducted rituals sometimes. And she didn't like the sound of a ritual.

 

Tessa looked up at Yuril. "A ritual usually means that some sort of sacrifice is needed... May I ask... What you planned on sacrificing?" She looked at Yuril with intent. Tessa also ate a few spoonfuls of her soup as she was talking.

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Tessa looked at Yuril with a confused expression. 'Wait, there's going to be a ritual?' Tessa thought to herself. She was oblivious to any ritual that they were planning. She grabbed a bowl of the almost meatless stew and sat back down beside Yuril. She remembers that the village that helped her with her spirit magic also conducted rituals sometimes. And she didn't like the sound of a ritual.

 

Tessa looked up at Yuril. "A ritual usually means that some sort of sacrifice is needed... May I ask... What you planned on sacrificing?" She looked at Yuril with intent. Tessa also ate a few spoonfuls of her soup as she was talking.

"There is no sacrifice. The ritual is completely necessary, I assure you," Rica explained.

 

"You must forgive our secrecy. I promise that everything will make sense in time," Yuril added. "The joining ritual will begin tomorrow. That is all I can tell you. Please, eat tonight. You have all traveled very far."

[Chivalry Knight 161]

Tessa was still not sure what to think about this. But after a while, she became bored of thinking about it, so she just ate her soup and slept in a feeble position near the fire. She used her cape as a sort of blanket. The flickering of the fire and the nightly winds helped her sleep.

Tessa was still not sure what to think about this. But after a while, she became bored of thinking about it, so she just ate her soup and slept in a feeble position near the fire. She used her cape as a sort of blanket. The flickering of the fire and the nightly winds helped her sleep.

[HigurSan 195]

With Rica having left the issue of his previous predicament alone for the moment, Vk'tir returned to tending his wound. One good thing about sharp weapons was that they were easier to heal. Clean cuts tended to leave far less scar tissue than pulped or shredded flesh. He'd seen the results of toothed weapons and had resolved never to use them. In any case, the gash to his leg would likely heal up without much fuss, so long as he didn't do anything drastic. It seemed like this 'ritual' that the Grey Wardens were speaking of might involve a bit of strangeness though, so he applied a little bit of healing salve to speed the process up. He didn't have a lot of it and used it sparingly as a result.

 

After that was dealt with and the worst of his grime was gone, he took some soup and began to eat. Due to force of habit, he sprinkled some anti-toxin dust into it beforehand. Unlike the salve, it was mercifully easy to come by and or produce. Thus he'd made extended use of it over the years. It wouldn't completely save him from the worst poisons on the market, but it'd make sure he didn't die and could move long enough to escape. One down side was that it tended to make food somewhat bland. In this case it didn't really change much, as the soup had been rather tasteless in the first place.

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"I do not like this secrecy, but if it is truly necessary, I will leave the issue alone," Ser Thomas said to no one in particular. He grabbed a boul of stew and began to eat hastily. As he ate, he didn't converse with any of the other recruits. His mind was still on the joining.

 

He eventually finished the stew and prepared himself for sleep by taking off his armor.

[Scrambled_Egghead 16]

Connor leaned over to civ and whispered into her ear so that the gray wardens wound not hear his reply.

"I don't know much but due to be me being a blood knight I have some knowledge of the ritual its very grim, it involves darkspawn blood and more than half of the new recruits dyeing before they get through it"

Civ stopped talking to Conner as soon as Yuril interrupted them, but she didn't stop thinking about their short conversation.

 

She grabbed a plate of stew and slowly ate a few spoonfuls as she stared blankly into the fire. She missed Antiva. It was never this cold in Antiva.