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

Twelve days, whoever knows how many hours and seconds later... The trip to Orzammar wasn't the best ... nor the most productive. In the early beginning of the trip, the newly found companion to the warrior and the mage managed to get himself into trouble. It quickly grew to become troublesome for the pair. Zander managed to find a female in the middle of no where, seduce her into fornication. Well, turned out that female was a Blacksmith's - with seventeen years of combat training under his belt - daughter who was in-waiting for their landlord's son to become of age so they could give her up to him in hopes of getting a small levy on their taxes. Yes, that plan went south ... quickly. Turned out that that the sovereigns for the Mage to help his sister out were just enough for the Blacksmith to not decapitate the elven male. Rage said he'd settle to give him fifty sovereigns and would allow the Blacksmith to dismember ... his member. Alas, that didn't settle well with the Elf, even though it would've been a funny story for the male to tell people after he found his sister. His sister ... that haunted him the whole trip. The hellish nightmares he endured the nights he tried sleeping, easily frightened the creatures around him. Only person that was able to sleep through his frantic screaming was the mage, surprisingly. Though, it seemed that she was full of surprises. Out of the two of them, the male figured he'd need to slow his pace down for the girl. Looks can be deceiving. Turned out that the oh-so quick, agile thief was the one to constantly bitch, moan and complain as the trekked their way to Orzammar. As if he didn't cause them enough trouble, the elf managed to whine about every little thing ... like the small little spider bite he received. He could've swore he was going to die, even made a dramatic scene over it. The mage stepped in between Rage before he could kill him. Oh, and lets not forget about the few Darkspawn they encountered. Zander cowered in fear until it was two versus one. Then he'd sneak up behind the poor little darkspawn and stab him in the back, proclaiming himself the best rogue there ever was. Rage could only stare blankly at him, the mage simply ignored the male. Loud huffs and weezes could be heard from the Elf, G-guys ... we ... we need to. The male paused, gasping for breath. Rage pushed him for all the trouble got them in, simply because now the male was completely out of the sovereigns he planned to pay the mage. Who, if she wanted, could've let him to be stuck with the Elf who managed to fit himself into their group of two. Take a .. fucking break. I am beat. The elf spoke, Rage wasn't even winded but they were already at Orzammar, so, he could take as long of a break as he needed. You can stay here, you pansy ... The male muttered to himself, W-what was that, Rage? The elf cooed back, yes, the male told him his name only to shut him up. That plan back fired, a lot. Rest. We are here. Rage replied, turning his head to look over to the elf who was leaned over, hands on his knees, sucking in air as if he was held under the water for a mere minute. How in the ... world can you keep going? Zander questioned to himself, Because I am not a prissy little elf. Rage replied as he headed toward the door. Ouch. That one ... hurt. In reality, Rage's sister gave him all the strength he needed to keep going. Her life depended on Rage finding her ... if she wasn't already dead by now. Don't think that, Rage. She is ... alive. A deep sigh passed through the lips of the male, he didn't know ... he didn't want to know what happened to her. She was already deathly sick, being taken only made it worse. Chances of her survival were slim, even if he did find her. Shaking his head lightly, Rage attempted to fight back any dark thoughts about his sister. So! Where is the best place to do something like that in Orzammar!? Obviously, the tavern! Taking a seat at the booth, the male let out a small relaxed sigh. What are 'ye havin'? A dwarven barmaid asked after approaching the side of the booth. Just give me a pint of ale. Aye. The female spoke turning her back to the male, I think she had a beard longer then that guy ... Rage spoke to himself as his attention turned to the dwarf staring him down in the corner. Bringing up his hand, the male turned it to face palm out. Turning his palm back to face him, clenching then unclenching his fist. Smirking softly, Rage clenched his fist one more time. Raising up his middle finger, Here 'ye go. A voice spoke, the male quickly stretching out his fingers like he had a small cramp in his hand. The dwarf in the corner grunting in disgust. Pulling the ale over to infront of him, the female long gone from his booth. I don't imagine not making enemies before I am gone. Smirking softly, it was a pleasing thought. Taking a swig from his mug, the male placed his mug back down on the table.