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

Rage staggered back when the ... creature, came from the shadows. Baring its claws to attack the male, in defense of this woman mage. Before the male could even pick his sword up to defend himself, the female had whipped the creature over her shoulder, throwing it to the ground. Rage had only heard more rumors and murmurs about the creature who stood on two legs like a human, spoke the language of Fereldan yet covered from head to toe in mangy, dingy fur. Quickly as soon as the creature came from the shadows, it returned. Exhaling slowly in relief when the thing returned to the shadows, even in his weakened, fatigued state, Rage firmly believed he would be able to take on any and all things that occupy Fereldan. From dragons to Darkspawn, the male would fight to save his sister. For, if he died, she'd follow shortly after. Listening to the mage intently, it was odd to hear an apostate speak about Templars if they would actually help the mage rather then rough them up then take her back to the Circle Tower. Placing his hand on the pouch tied to his belt, quickly fiddling with the string. Rage heaved the pouch filled with sovereigns to the mage's feet, Like I said previously, my little sister is ill. Given that there is no Maker who is willing to help, I'm looking for anyone ... someone to cure her. Clearing his throat softly, Given that I have no magics nor insight on how different mages are apart from one another, I felt finding an apostate who was deemed 'Witch of the Wilds' would be more then adequate in the terms of helping my sister. Heaving the greatsword over his head, feeling the heavy weight of his weapon hit against his back. Quickly strapping the hilt to his tunic, fixing the strap on his hip, holding the blade to his body. Taking a look at the Templars one more time, Maybe I am mistaken, but.. these are Templars, no? The male cooed softly, turning to the slumped over Templar. Placing his foot on its side, kicking the dead body onto its back. To me, I believe they are... they look exactly like the ones in Lothering. All cluttered by the Chantry building and what not. Shrugging his shoulders softly, So, these mere simpletons would've caused you trouble at some time or another. Turning his attention back to the female mage, Looks like I did you a favor, something that you would've had to deal with yourself or one of the ... creatures of the marsh. Grunting slightly, the male ran his fingers along his jawline. Opening his mouth, moving his bottom jaw to the left before rotating it to the right. Attempting to stretch out the muscle, it was a good shot. Definitely should've knocked sense into anyone else, not a male who is dead set on either helping, or avenging, his sister. This was nothing compared to what he'd do if she is to die, his poor little village would be his first of many. Taking a step toward the mage, the male quickly halted. Eyes shifting to the right, shadows moved when he attempted to take a step toward her. Eerie, if not intriguing. Everything that inhabits the marsh is willing to give their life to the mage, for what purpose? That would be discussed at a later date, yet the male knew if he took even the slightest wrong step toward the girl, more then a hundred of the wilderness creatures would be down upon him. Feasting off the flesh of his bones after they dragged his corpse into the shadows. Letting out a small huff of air, the male looked over his right shoulder. The shadows seemed to be growing uneasy with his presence near the mage, something that interested him a lot. Well, mage. Rage spoke, pausing as he turned his attention to the female. Are you interested in potentially saving my younger sister's life or are you still going to feed my sullen corpse to the marsh? Clenching his hands in anticipation. For if it is the latter ... I will assure you even in my fatigued state, I will not go down easily. His eye lid narrowing, if this is what she wished, he'd lunge at her. Making his best attempt to wound her, he'd be dead either way. Whether he waits for her minions to jump from the shadows and maul him, he'd get torn apart by the mage's magics. His best opportunity of doing any damage would be to strike directly at the head of this marsh's beast ... her.