Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

Fereldan, East of the Brecilian Forest. Strapping the greatsword, Ageless, to his back. The figure turned to exit the small hut, his head nearly touching the top of the hut on the inside. Rage! A voice yelled as he exited the hut where he and his younger sister, Cloud, lived for the past few years. Nothing you do will make her better if you seek violence! The voice called, an old man limping his way over to the hut in an attempt to protest the male's leaving. I've sat around long enough. Rage replied, the burning passion to save his younger sister clear in his eyes. I waited and waited for YOU and your simple prayers to help my ill sister. The male spoke, his burrow furying as he turned his attention to the old man. It is clear that the Maker wishes to take my sister away from me. The only living thing I have left to remember my fa-.. Rage! You think that it is not painful to see my niece il-- Rage grabbed the hilt resting over his shoulder, She is not related to you, old man. Cloud is not your niece. Stop trying to be something to her and I! She may enjoy your company, but you disgust me. Gripping the hilt of his greatsword, I'm sorry, Rage... you and her have been in this village's lives for a few years now. We all consider each other family. The old male replied, his tone of voice clear of shame. You are not my family. My only family is laying in bed, dying... while I sit around and do nothing. Walking past the old man, It is time for me to get off my ass and find someone capable of helping her, instead of waiting for some fake being to heal her. The male got his name simply because of his temper, he had a name when his family was all together. He and his little sister, now referred to as Cloud, escaped barely from Denerim. Their father got mixed up with the wrong people, to make sure something like their father's fiasco never happened again. The Antivan Crows made an example out of him and his family, Rage and Cloud escaped their home that was set a blaze thanks to their mother. She burned to death in an attempt to save her children, it was a sad story. They were picked up by passing travelers, taken to Brecilian Forest as slaves. Rage was quite the escape artist.. he got him and his sister out that night. Escaping into the broader forest, finding shelter in the village that his sister laid dying in now. A unknown, unnamed village. For weeks, the male didn't eat. His sister only said one word to anyone, even him. Cloud. She'd sit down on the ground, rocking back and forth staring up at the sky. Calling out every cloud that past, thus getting her name. Rage got his because anyone who came near risked broken bones or limbs being torn off. He eased up when his sister began to speak to him more. She was only five, he needed to look after her being that he was seventeen. It has been two years since that time, Cloud getting sick crushed him. All the waiting around, waiting for the Maker to help her. Clearly.. it worked. The walk to Lothering took five days, four hours and thirty-seven minutes. Rage kept track, he needed to know how long he had been gone from his sister. If she was to pass while he was away, he wanted to know when and know if he should've been faster. Running his hands over his short dark-black hair, the male let out a small sigh. The talks of apostate mages being able to cure the sick were every where, the possibility of a new Blight wanted to make sure everyone who was sick could be helped if they needed to be moved.. or if they were to just sit there and die. Stretching out his right shoulder, the male winced slightly. On the way, he ran into a few stray wolves, one managed to get their claw underneath his leather armor giving him a somewhat deep wound on his shoulder. Fuck.. The male spoke, taking in a deep breath. He was just a few hours, if that, to Korcari Wilds. Where rumors have said a 'Witch' with incredible powers lies, she is the one Rage needs to find. Hey! Hey! A voice called, You looking for some goods? I got a bunch of legal goods for your browsing services. A male spoke, clearly hiding from the Templars. No thanks, scum. Rage replied, quickly turning his back to him. You are probably too cheap to buy from me anyways. The trader spoke with a small huff, quickly drawing his sword from his back. The male held it out with one arm, You wish to meet my blade more personally? Rage replied softly, You and it would surely make great friends, you fuck. Fury developing quickly in his eyebrows. Whoa, whoa.. I'm sorry, n-no need to kill me. The merchant spoke, wobbly at the knees. Rage dropped his sword, some. Taking a step toward the male, watching him flinch. Ah! the merchant yelled, falling onto his behind. Turning back, the male smirked as he slowly headed back to the road that led to the Wilds. Rage could instantly feel as if he was being watched when he stepped into the ever-so decreasing foliage in the Wilds. Witch of the Wilds... fits the environment. The male huffed, his hands clenching up then unclenching. He needed to be ready for anything, for this wasn't a place he knew awfully well. It was someone else's playground.. he was trespassing, and the feel he got from the woods was that they knew it and were not pleased with his presence. Placing his right hand on the hilt, the male needed to be ready, anything could jump out at him. Shaking the nerves from his body as he continued to trek deeper into the Wilds. I come in search of someone who can help me. The male's deep voice echoing through the wilderness, speaking to nothing yet something at the same time. If its sovereign's you need to help me.. or even show yourself, I come baring enough I've saved this past few years. His voice continuing to bounce off trees, back toward him. A deep sigh passed his lips, was there no one who could possibly help him in his dilemma?