Thread: I'll Be Good (OffToTheRaces x Quantum Tangle)

He is a fool-hardy King and like his father quickly misguided, but I hope, beyond hope that he takes heel to reason. And should he not? Our King is quite found of myths and tales. In that we are agreed, but there are no griffins to ride into battle, nor are the Wardens beacons of salvation he sees. There is no reason in staining this alliance with mistrust so early my Lord. Is there no reason for suspicion, Wynne? Or do we battle this blight only to be pressed under boot by agents of Orlais. I would not see we free men cower to another reign of pomp, disgrace, and taxation to lands that are not our own. I will not stand idly in the face of my enemies and their sympathizers. Then surely you will have little peace. A man, whom constantly guards himself from all intrusions, will oft turn away the hand of a friend. That man cannot be pitied when he mourns his sorrows. Dear Enchanter, do not mistake me for a man who begs for pity. I will be as I have always been Resolute . An army had come to Ostagar. Brought to build high walls and wait for a coming darkness, for the shadows of a Blight came seeping from below. A poison in legends of times before even his troubled childhood it was told that Darkspawn walked lands once more. Just as thought wandered to possibility, the Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir, walked the battlements. Eyes of a hawk he supervised this front for his departed friends son and husband to his daughter, King Cailan. Dark hair dusted with silver strands of worry rather than age, Loghain was a tall man clad in the armor of a slain Orlesian Chevalier Commander. Only in his early fifties he stood arms crossed in front of him watching the progress below. Beside him a soldier stood with parchment and inked quill taking down a list of commands. See to that the Ash Warriors have food, those Marbari hounds are a priceless asset to the battle ahead. And give word to Enchanter Uldred that I seek his council later in the day, once he arrives. With a continence of polished steel the battle-tested man held his concentration on strategies and formations, the very thoughts that would pull them through the nights ahead. Is that all my Lord? The leather capped Soldier queried braking Loghains moment of honest thought, causing a flash of sterling blue to fixate on his position. The Teyrn had the eyes a predator. Without word they stripped you down to the bone, revealing your vulnerabilities and the young Ferelden could not be blamed for swallowing the air so hard. Quite so. Be on your way. Was all the once Rebel General demanded. Moments were soon quick to pass as he walked further about the Battlements making private inspection. Hed have no fault. No weakness for his enemies to exploit, and to that Loghain lowered himself to the task. The older man could trust others very little to hold his measure of insight. Thus he would not weaken their positions with oversight. But alas inspection came to a distracted halt as the Teyrns ears heard a shrill holler. A womans voice soaked in fear, and all sensibility rose to action as he raced the bannered rails of the wall to look over the inner territories to witness five men circled upon a small woman. From this distance even Loghain could see those daggering ears, an elf? Yes it was. Likely a servant. What about these men? What did he notice? Their armor and the heraldry painted upon shields or pinned to breast they were Ferelden soldiers. The bundle of whatever the woman was transporting had scattered the ground. Unable to make out the words, the man with a face now painted in disappointment and frustration could hear their hostility. Guards! He called over the banners pointing into the direction, Halt this horrendous scene, I would have words these men!