Thread: The Sixth Blight: Act One: Five souls, Five beginnings

OOC Note Listen to this, it'll help. See more videoyoutube The sun slowly rose upon the elvish alienage of Kall'atha, the last home of many of Orlais' forgotten The peasentry all, elven, human and dwarven alike, the final resting place of the last of the elven Keepers of Orlais. Now, only one of their kin stood at the sacred resting ground of Keepers Not hundreds, thousands as in days gone by..only one. She was only a child herself, yet this child would one day need to reunite the entirety of the elvish nation under one flag, rekindle the flames of passion and honor that once stood at the top of the world. Still, now though, only darkness gloomed upon the valleys and gulleys of All'kalan, the surrounding forest of Kall'atha. Slowly, light broke, the torches were dimmed and the people awoke. Another day surviving the darkspawn and their tainted old-god in dragonic form. Another moment of life snatched from Death itself. We will rise. We will fight. We will..survive The worlds of the Keeper shone through the valleys even then..and then.. See more videoyoutube The sound..of a blight. Out of the light of the morn came only darkness and gloom once more, but this singular time came thundering like a chorus of the more sickening devils incarnate Darkspawn grew nearer, their chattered cries and their demonic armor resound through the forest, birds took flight and did not return, woodland creatures returned to their abodes, unwilling to take on the undeathly incarnation that would stand should those monstrosities draw near. They would become horrific destructive creatures only willing to devour their fill of flesh Their kin, their sire, their children, no matter the flesh, no matter the test. As dawn struck only the darkspawn had been reduced to mere dozens, though in that same day the entire alienage had been routed save for the former Keeper's First and an elven huntress, as well as a handfull of guards. Still, it was six on sixty, no matter the strength of their bows, the power of their magic, the strength of the First's healing, six could not defeat sixty without witteling their odds evermore. Alianae Quarsari, the Keeper's First, stood calmly across the steppes of the All'Kalan mountains, dormant figurines that were once the forms of her breatherin law silent in the puddles, lakes and seas of crimson that now made up her once truly beautiful home. Kall'atha..was no more. Siralai..we should march. Kall'atha is gone now. We should not fight these..things any longer, we only waste our strength. She sighed, her emotions now lacking, her home, her family, her entire way of life was obliterated by these monsters in only a few hours. She turned, form blocking what was left of the village, and then they departed. They travelled for hours, darkspawn pestering them throughout, and when they arrived at Hamsharil, the elven capital of Thedas, they were notable exhausted Physically, yes, but the emotional toll was much worse. Only two stood then, the First and the archer. Only those two had survived. They entered the city..and little did they know that this was the day they would meet those that would help them defeat the darkspawn Not only in Orlais, but across the entire continent. This began..the Sixth Blight.