Dragon Age: The Forsaken: Chapter 1 (@ Dave & Jr)

[The Butcher]

Introduction: The last Blight ended four hundred years ago with the death of the Archdemon Andoral. Andoral was slain by an elf Gray Warden by the name of Garahel at the Battle of Ayesleigh. After his defeat, many said that the Darkspawn were defeated forever and would never be coming back. For the peace of mind for everyone, this lie was believed. Though of course, the Gray Wardens knew otherwise and so they had to stay vigilant.

Four Hundred years later, a new blight was on the horizon. New Gray Warden's were called, and Duncan was sent to bring these new recruits into the fold. He traveled to Fereldan, where it's recent war with Orlais had left it weak, to try to hit the Darkspawn before they grew to large to be contended with.

== Canachir Mahariel - Elf Rogue ==

As Duncan was making his way through the Bracillian Forest from Denerim, he felt a tug from his Gray Warden senses. He traveled to a remote cave which held a giant mirror, and it was there he found a young Dalish elf, Canachir. He took the youth back to his clan holdings not far from where they had set up camp. The Keeper, Marethari, sent Duncan to find the other elf who had gone with the youth. When the youth awoke, he found that he had been out for two days, and that no word had been brought of his friend, Tamlen. Upon meeting up with Duncan, he was told that he was tainted, and if he did not come with him to complete a ritual, he would die from it.

== Thanim Aeducan - Dwarf Warrior ==

Duncan's next stop was the actually Orzammar, what is regarded as the last Dwarven city. King Endrin Aeducan was going to be leading a charge into the Deep Roads to open up some of the lost thaigs, and he wished for some Gray Warden support. Duncan brought with him several Gray Warden's, plus the Dalish Elf he had saved earlier. It was here that they met Prince Aeducan, the second son of Endrin. The day they met him, there was a feast going on for his promotion to Commander. The day after he would be leading a group of dwarves to find the Aeducan thaig, to recover something there. However, his younger brother, Bhelen had been planning a trap for his two older brothers, and both had fallen into it. The second son was then accused of murder and told he must walk to Deep Roads as punishment, until it was that he died. However, he met with Duncan and the rest of the Gray Wardens before he did, and was invited into their fold.

== (Daylen) Amell - Human Mage ==

The last stop for Duncan was the Mage's Tower, were the mage's were trained, and were watched over by the menacing Templars of the Chantry. A young mage had recently completed his harrowing into the Fade, and was now a full fledge mage. Yet his friend Jowan, from choice or other reasons, had not yet achieved such a success, and was likely to become a tranquil mage (one who cannot touch the fade and lacks any emotion what so ever). Jowan wanted the mages help to break into the repository to destroy his phylactery, which would allow Templar's to track him down. Having completed this task, they were ambushed by First Enchanter Irving and Knight-Commander Greagoir, as well as by Duncan. Jowan, backed into a corner, used some Blood Magic in an attempt to rescue his friends, but in fact it turned them against him and he ran. With the thought of killing the newest mage fresh in Greagoir's mind, Duncan took it upon himself to recruit the man into the Gray Wardens.

All three are brought to Ostagar to complete their journey to become Gray Warden's. Duncan has informed them that they must travel in the Korcari Wilds and retrieve some of the Darkspawn blood. They are lead by Rrunus Hentor, a human who has been with the Gray Wardens for a couple of months now. It has been said that although the armies of Ferelden have yet to face the Darkspawn, there will be a few battles that night. As such, Duncan feels it is imperative for them to finish this up as fast as possible...

[The Darkstar]

The Ranger was tall, for an elf. He stood as tall as the average human, but still posessed the lightweight and agile form of his ancestry. He had short, unkempt silver hair which was just long enough to cover his ears. He wore an extremely poor quality set of leather armor, and all it consisted of was a leather armor tunic, and leather boots with a knife tucked inside, so it wasn't even a set at all. His bow on the other hand was magnificently crafted by the elf himself, so that it was perfectly balanced and weighted to suit his own style. His most peculiar quality was his eyes, which were a vibrant purple color which, coupled with his already strange silver hair caused many to believe he was an unnatural being, and not at all the elf he claimed to be. His name was Canachir, and he was a master archer and an unparalleled tracker.

He stood now atop a small hill, attempting to spot any dangers which might lie ahead. He knew that this forest was once a place of great beauty, but now it hid a dark secret, one which only the Wardens themselves seemed to notice. There was something wrong here, Canachir did not doubt that, but he simply could not discern what exactly it was. "The path ahead is clear," he said to his party as they eventually caught up with him, "but something evil lurks deeper in these lands, something is killing this forest."

[The Butcher]

Thanim Aeducan was resting his two-handed ax on his shoulder as he ran, his left hand was off the handle, while his right hand was holding on to it. He looked like a typical dwarf, with buldging muscles, and a large weapon ready to wield. His armor was of dwarf make, which was chainmail with bits of leather covering up the chest and his flanks. His boots and gloves were heavy leather, yet they fit his chest armor just fine. A strong leather belt was wrapped around his waist to keep the chainmail close to his body, and not in the way of his swings. His beard was quite bushy, yet it was also neat, with some of it braided up and the rest brushed. His hair was cut short and parted on the right side.

The reason being for his own careful grooming was because he was part of the Aeducan clan, a clan that had ruled Orzammer for generations. Thanim had been tricked by his younger brother into killing his older brother. It was a vicious cycle in Orzammmer politics, yet Thanim was not to bitter about it. In fact he had wanted to join the Gray Warden's upon meeting Duncan. But his honor had been stained by what Bhelen, his younger brother, had done. As such, he would drive his ax into the fool's head when this was all done.

As to what this all was? That was a question in and of itself. Duncan had sent the trio along side another Gray Warden to collect Darkspawn blood. It was an odd request, but Duncan had said it had something to do with some ritual. Thanim himself was unused to being out on the surface, and he refused to look up at the sky. He kept getting the feeling he was simply going to fall up and nothing would be able to stop him. By the stone, he wished he was back in the Deep Roads.

Finally catching up the the lithe form of the elf, they looked as he spoke. Thanim let out a grunt of a laugh, it lacked much of it's mirth. "It's going to be me here soon, knife-ears. My ax would love to take a bite into some of these stone-cursed trees." The dwarf spit into the ground as he finished speaking.

The human Gray Warden, Rrunus Hentor, walked by the dwarf shaking his head. The dwarf shrugged at the human. Rrunus patted the elf on the back as he took a vantage point to look out into the Wilds. "I know you," He looked at Canachir. "And Thanim have fought Darkspawn before. But still be ready for them, they come. And mage, follow the lead of us, I know you have faced creatures in the Fade, but these creatures are just as dangerious." With that he started to walk toward a cropse of woods a little ways away. "They are that way, and coming fast. A small raiding party." He broke off in a light run.

Thanim grabbed his ax in a defiant posture, a sick smile spread across his face. He jogged beside the human, not looking back to see what the other two decided to do.

[Nefarious]

Daylen Amell brought up the rear, his eyes everywhere but in front of him. They frantically darted between everything from the trees and shrubbery to the small forest creatures that occasionally risked a glance at the group. Though young this wasn’t out of naïve wonderment, as it would appear, but instead out of habit and interest. For years he’d been cooped up in the Mage’s Tower, endlessly studying the intricacies of magic and the secrets it held. He’d almost forgotten what the rest of the world outside the stone building looked like.

With his free hand he brushed his blonde hair from his forehead, where it clung to the perspiration collecting there. It wasn’t that he was out of shape, but he’d certainly not traveled this much in quite some time. His other hand clutched his staff, a wooden one nearly as tall as his 6 foot frame. Atop the staff, inside what resembled a claw, was a round gem of special importance. Its color was that of a diamond, for the moment, but changed depending on what magic he channeled. His armor was nothing more than standard mage’s robe, navy blue in color, but what made it unique was its lack of sleeves. Daylen had removed them before the journey in preparation for the humidity.

He was thanking himself for that, at the moment.

He’d just barely caught up to his companions when he’d heard the elf’s remark. He’d been noticing that the deeper they traveled the more the forest appeared to be dying. Is this the effect the Darkspawn have on this world? It was so much more mystifying seeing the damage in person, as opposed to reading it from a text. His thoughts were interrupted by their leader and guide, a Grey Warden by the name of Ryunus.

Daylen nodded in acknowledgement, setting his mind to focus on the task at hand – Darkspawn blood. Magic is innately dangerous to tamper with and fickle even for those who passed the training, so it was of the utmost importance that he remained calm and relaxed. It could be disastrous to himself and his group should he get careless. He made an effort to keep up better this time, following the dwarf and human. He smiled at the elf as he passed him, whose name he couldn’t recall at the moment. He’d keep this pace, so as not to be exhausted when they were forced to deal with whatever it was that called this forest home.

[Maroon]“I suppose it’s time to put all that practice to use, now… I wish the circumstances were different…”[/Maroon] He spoke, mainly to himself, but easily within the range of his party to overhear him.

[The Darkstar]

"Darkspawn, coming toward us?" Canachir said, puzzled. "Why would they be coming toward us, do they know we are here?" But the Dwarf and Warden had already started running toward the thread. Canachir cursed in elvish, and turned to the mage, "We all wish the circumstances were different, mage. Let's hope Duncan was right about you." he said, turning and running not behind the other's, but instead he ran to cover in the forest, and began running parallel to the others. "Let's hope Duncan was right about all of us.." He was about a hundred yards out from the others, taking up a flanking position. His feet didn't make a sound, and little by little, he seemed to be harder to find in the grass, trees and mud.

When the others engaged these monsters, Canachir's arrows would slam into their unprotected sides.

[The Butcher]

Thanim did glance back quickly to see the mage traveling behind the duo. It appeared he was not used to being outside of the tower, much like Thanim who was not used to being outside the earth. Yet the elf seemed right at home in these thrice cursed woods. The dwarf did not have to much time to ponder these thoughts, though, as he ran in front of them all. Rrunus was keeping up beside the dwarf, but he was also holding only a shield and mace, while Thanim was holding a two headed, two-handed battle ax. Yet his own bloodlust showed through his eyes, while the human remained calm. And true to his word, Darkspawn started streaming out of the woods not twenty feet away from them. With a ‘Roar!’ Thanim took off at them.

Their was about twenty of the foul beast running towards them, though only shorter genlocks and human-sized hurlocks, lead by a hurlock Alpha. The Alpha was dressed in a fine gold armor, and was holding a sword and shield combo. Seven of the genlocks held bows and took up positions behind the quickly moving front group, and started taking pot shots at the Gray Warden and his recruits.

“For House Aeducan!” Thanim crashed into the first two that came at them, as he took a long swing that smashed into them. One went down instantly, the blade biting through his armor, leaving him dead. The other was knocked down, but would be back up quickly. Thanim did not have the time to focus on him, though, before the others were upon them all. It was all he and Rrunus could do to keep the horde away from the mage. Thanim was unsure where the elf had drifted off to, but he soon saw streaks of arrows flash into the Darkspawn flank, and gathered that it was not friendly-fire. Rrunus engaged in a fierce duel with the Alpha, with each blade connecting with each other, though at the same time, bits of skin were sliced from each combatant. Thanim was swinging his ax, in an effort to keep the Darkspawn in front of himself.

[Nefarious]

Daylen would have replied to his elf companion, however, by time he’d turn to address him the rogue had vanished into the forest. He couldn’t even hear his footfalls, much less make out his figure. Oh well, it was neither here nor there. His words would have been but filler anyways.

As he rounded another turn, he witnessed the Darkspawn force before them in a frenzy rushing towards them with nothing but bloodshed evident in their disfigured faces. He hadn’t been very prepared for what they’d look like, but his nightmares had done them justice. He watched Thanim and Rrunus hastily engage, taking up a defensive position shield him from the attackers. It was odd, how in the Tower he was taught things beyond many people’s wildest imaginations, however, in this particular circumstance, he was so very fragile. His magic could decimate villages entirely, but he was almost utterly defenseless without back-up. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he set to work on using his magic. After all, it’s why he was here. Duncan had convinced him that he was not only necessary, but vital, to this mission.

[Maroon]“There might be just enough life left in this forest to fight back…”[/Maroon] Daylen uttered while raising his staff from his side, holding it with both hands before him. The crystal atop the staff slowly morphed, its color taking a green tint, with hazel swirling around. His eyes closed, helping him feel closer to the Fade, and more relaxed. He was still aware of his surroundings, just visually cut off, but fortunately these creatures didn’t seem capable of stealth.

Several moments elapsed without any sign of his magic having worked. But in reality, it was something that took more than just a little effort. A large tree, behind the seven genlock archers, was barely clinging to life. Its roots went deep into the earth, but with Daylen’s magic, they slowly moved towards the surface. The attack would need to be swift and precise, for as soon as he was discovered, they’d focus their fire on him and the others were already preoccupied. With one last exertion of magic, the attack was released.

Causing a minor tremble in the ground, several large roots erupted from the earth sending stone and dirt in all directions. The roots quickly latched onto the genlock archers. Some had their weapons immediately disarmed, while others found their necks and stomachs being crushed beneath the ancient tree’s vengeful roots. The roots were thick, but weakened immensely due to malnourishment. Daylen hoped they’d be enough to kill all seven, but if they were able to hack through the tough wood, he’d need to find another form of attack.

[The Darkstar]

Canachir's arrows flew straight and true, "Andruil guide my arrows, see them strike home." he whispered as he changed his targets from the front line to the archers. The mage had seen to it that they were immobilized, and Canachir capitalized on this, launching his arrows at the now-still targets. He made short work of those Genlocks. Now was the time for more finesse, as the human and dwarf were locked in melee with the rest of the darkspawn.

Canachir moved out into the open, now standing square behind the darkspawn, he began to size up his targets. He would take great care when releasing his arrows from this point on. And if the opportunity presented itself, the pre-occupied darkspawn would find either an arrow, or a dagger sticking out of their backs.

(Just trying to keep things moving)

[The Butcher]

The genlock were taken completely by surprise by the spell cast by the mage. Many cried out when the roots grabbed at their ankles and feet, and some where even wrapped up to their necks. The roots slowly crushed the life out of them, blood bursting out of skin the was wrapped to tightly against their bodies. And if that was not enough, arrows came flying out of nowhere to slam into their captured bodies. Those still alive did not last long after the wooden shafts penetrated their skin. But of course they were not even half of the engagement.

The biggest part of the group was the hurlock’s and genlocks fighting up front. The only thing holding them back was a few arrows from Canachir, and they might ax of Thanim. No matter how much they tried to push by him, the diminutive dwarf seemed indomitable, unable to be knocked over. He seemed to laugh as his swings bit into the monsters before him, and they were so focus on him as a threat that they plan out ignored the mage, Daylan, and the elf who was picking them off from the shadows. And one hurlock paid for it’s single-minded purpose by having an arrow shaft, lodged in it’s head.

As his ax broke into the skull of another hurlock, he noticed one coming in from his left to swing in with it sword. Quickly pulling the blade out, he had only enough room to jam the butt of his weapon into the creature’s midsection, knocking it down. He then felt a blow on his back from another’s shield, which forced him to stumble foreword slightly. He could the brush of a sword scrap his back, yet his chain mail was able to protect him from much of the blow. He spun around, his ax clipping one genlock, before slamming into the Darkspawn that had attacked him. He severed it at the neck, it’s arm proceeded to whack wildly at anything that was close by, as it’s nervous system shut down. Between the three of them, they had managed to cut down the enemy forces from twenty, down to nine.

Rrunus had his hands filled fighting the large alpha before him. The creature laughed in it’s own sinful language, sounding akin to a pig roaring like a bear. Yet the Gray Warden did not give up to the menace before him. Yet the human was bleeding from his arm, where the dark blade had managed to slide above the top of the shield and take out a chunk of flesh. Yet he flashed his sword to take a thwack at the creature’s shoulder. But he was not sure how long he could hold out against the creature before him.

[Nefarious]

Daylen was pleased with the results of his spell. He was able to either kill or incapacitate all of the ranged genlocks, and with Canachir’s help, eliminate the whole group. Now, with them out of the way, all that was left was a handful of the melee Darkspawn and their leader. The mage glanced at their leader, who was holding his own admirably, but something was off. He noticed the Grey Warden was wavering, on the defense mostly, and favoring one arm. When Rrunus pivoted, to defend, he noticed the blood trickling down his arm. Not life threatening itself, but the wound would lower his overall performance considerably. And that could be life threatening in this situation.

Tapping into some magic he rarely used, Daylen pointed his staff at the Grey Warden. The spell would take time to take full effect, and would be exponentially faster if he weren’t in combat, but these circumstances were far beyond his control. The time for rest would be later, but now, their leader needed a little help even if it wouldn’t be immediate. The gem atop his staff flashed quickly, a bright white [Heal]. Rrunus would feel a warm tingling feeling in the wound, but nothing too distracting the mage hoped. It would take a few minutes, but the bleeding would slowly stop, and the wound close completely leaving only a scar to its memory.

Now, with that being done, he set to work on another spell that would hopefully end this encounter. For that, he would need Canachir’s help once again. He’d noticed the rogue up closer to the combat, assisting the dwarf, but he needed him back again. [Maroon]“Canachir, fall back! Have an arrow ready for the one I infect, and make it a kill shot!”[/Maroon] Daylen didn’t have enough time to explain further, because his next two spells would have to be cast in rapid succession. He just hoped the elf had enough faith in him to comply without questioning him. The crystal quickly took on a violet hue, as he channeled his magic for the next spell.

His staff now point at a hurlock in the back of the melee, looking for an opening to strike Thanim. He was blissfully unaware of the fate the mage had in store for him, only concerned with destroying the dwarf warrior before him. Slowly, something inside him began to feel…strange. His skin felt hot, even for the bloodlust of battle, and his skin began emanating some unfamiliar fumes. It was as if he had purple steam rolling off him [Walking Bomb]. He looked around frantically for the source of this sorcery, and his eyes came upon Daylen and his staff pointed at him. Furiously, he turned towards the mage, getting ready to charge.

[Maroon]“Now, shoot him!!”[/Maroon] His voice was urgent, as what he’d just done put them all in considerable danger. However, all he could hope for now was that the elf’s aim was true. With only seconds left before it would all end, hopefully, the young mage released one more spell, but not on one of the Darkspawn. This one was meant to protect the dwarf from the certain destruction about to occur. In his left hand, which had remained at his side, Daylen released the magic he’d been concealing before. The magic pulsed brightly before encompassing Thanim in a bright shield, immobilizing him simultaneously [Force Field].

Should the plan work the infected hurlock would explode upon death causing a magical explosion that would at least damage, but hopefully kill, all the remaining Darkspawn. Thanim would remain unharmed, but the other three companions and the Alpha would most likely be blown off their feet due to the proximity.

[The Darkstar]

Despite standing almost in the open directly behind the enemies line, his elven nature kept him well hidden from the attentions of the creatures. He had been picking his shots extremely carefully, so as not to miss and strike a companion, all of whom had been performing admirably. "We just might survive this." Canachir thought optimistically. It was after putting an arrow through the head of one of the Hurlocks that he heard the mage shout out. “Canachir, fall back! Have an arrow ready for the one I infect, and make it a kill shot!” he yelled, and Canachir obeyed, slinking back into the shadows of the nearest tree he waited.

Despite having grown up in the woods with the other Dalish, Canachir always had an insatiable desire for learning, and it was in his reading that he had come across mention of a rather gruesome spell which caused an infected target to somehow, pop. He wasn't quite aware of the power that was actually at play, but suspected that this was the spell the mage was to cast. So Canachir crouched in the shadows, loaded one arrow and stabbed a second into the ground in front of him. He had been working on a technique where he would fire multiple arrows in extremely rapid succession, but he had only perfected the technique with two. When the command was given, Canachir launched the first arrow straight at the heard of the Hurlock, and the second at an upward angle to the head, just to make sure he died.

The first arrow pierced the armor and penetrated his heart, the second lodged not in the monsters head, but instead in his neck. He had some work to do. As it stumbled around for a few seconds more, dying, Canachir pulled out his knife and prepared to run into the fray with the intention of sliding the dagger into the side of the Alpha's neck. Right as he started to take the first step to run, the Hurlock died.

Canachir did not expect such a powerful blast, and the next few moments were spent lying on his back, looking up at the sun. He looked at his hand, the dagger was gone. "Piece of shit dagger, anyway." Next his bow, it seemed to be completely intact, "Mythal, my bow would thank you, had it the capacity." He lay there a few moments more, ears ringing. He did not know the outcome of the battle, and did not care, all Canachir wanted was to catch his breath.

"I'm going to kill whoever first created that spell.." Was all he said before sitting up to survey the carnage.

[The Butcher]

(Sorry for the late reply, work tied me up.)

Rrunus breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a cooling settle over his body. It felt much like someone wrapping him in a light hug, it did not restrict his movements, but it did give him some comfort. Because of it, the wound in his arm slowly stopped bleeding out. He gribbed his sword and started to make slashes at the exposed neck of the creature, in an attempt to force it back and away from him. It had not been injured as he had been, though it did have some wounds. It still fought like a creature apart, not like it's minions that were getting overwhelmed by the Gray Warden recruits he had brought with him.

Thankfully they were not as green as some of the others, they were able to hold their own against a larger threat, and the three seemed to work well together. At least the mage and the elf did, the dwarf seemed as though he simply wanted to fight in a one man army, and damn the world. Of course, that type of attitude would kill a man as surely as the most cruelest of blades. One would began to develope an certain amount of pride.

Yet as Rrunus turned his thought back to the creature before him, he felt a powerful burst of energy hit his back. Before he knew it, he went flying foreword, into the Darkspawn. Normally this would be a bad thing, yet the Alpha was also flying through the air. However, it was still attempting to stab Rrunus, who was trying to do the samething to it. However, the Gray Warden was not sure who would spill first blood.

Thanim himself was fighting quite fiercely with the creatures before him, hacking with an almost abadonment to cut the damnable things in half. He cried out with pleasure as his ax bit into the neck of one, cutting the head clean off at the shoulders. He brought his ax down to trip another, and that is when the destruction began. He noticed out of the corner of his eye as one of the Darkspawn slipped past him, and was aiming for the mage.

Thanim meant to twist himself around to catch the creature, and he heard Daylen cry out something. The dwarf was not sure who the human was calling, all he knew was that he could not hear him. The genlock stumbled for a second, not quite sure what had happened to it. Yet it gained it's bearings fast and aimed itself at the mage once more. Thanim was worried that whatever the mage had done, had failed. Yet before the creature could get far, it was shot by several arrows. What happened next was what had knocked Thanim on to his arse, and one darkspawn a gooy mess.

The genlock exploded, causing a blast radius that slammed into just about everyone there. The only who appeared to be spared by the blast was the mage himself. Several of the remaining Darkspawn laid dead, and Thanim had to poke himself several times to see if he was well. It seemed that Daylen had cast a protective barrier around him, allowing him to handle the blast without killing him. With a quick glance, though, Thanim could see that Canachir had been tossed a little bit, and their Warden and his nemisis had been thrown away as well.

Thanim ran toward them to help the man out as only the Darkspawn stood to face the fallen Rrunus. The dwarf could only hope that he would get their before the Alpha kill the Warden...

[Nefarious]

The explosion was, to say the least; jarring. Despite having experienced its power before, on more than one occasion during his time in the Mage’s Tower, it was something you just didn’t get used too. He braced his body for impact as much as possible, and with the use of his staff and magic avoided being tossed aside like a rag-doll. He was pushed back several feet leaving skid marks in the soil and tearing the souls of his slippers, undoubtedly ruining them for the rest of this journey. With his staff planted in the ground, his body sagged but by sheer will power remained leaning on the weapon. He needed a moment to collect his breath, because he sounded like an asthmatic right now.

It was then he heard the elf’s words from his spot on the ground a couple feet away. Daylen chuckled, which immediately sent him into a fit of coughing. After he regained himself, he spoke softly so as to avoid another attack. [Maroon]“Time beat you to that, my friend…”[/Maroon]

Finally feeling stable enough to walk he ventured towards Canachir, gingerly trying to ignore the burning in his feet. The elf was sitting up by this point, looking around at the carnage. Bits and pieces of Darkspawn littered the area like snow, hanging off branches and just scattered all over the ground. Their weapons too were here and there, but almost in no way recoverable from the damage. Once he stood next to the elf, he offered him a hand.

[Maroon]“I should apologize for that - there was probably a safer way to deal with them. Can you stand?”[/Maroon] His voice echoed the concern on his face. If there was one thing he learned above all else from his time in the Tower, it is that your comrades are extensions of your body, just like a weapon. You should look after them as such, and this probably wasn’t the best impression to give of himself to these people he’d only known for a few days.

He was aware the fight wasn’t over, hearing the clashing sounds of metal from the Alpha and their leader, but he was drained. The spells he’d used weren’t the most devastating in his arsenal, but wielding them in such quick succession was much more exhausting. He hoped Thanim, whom he’d noticed charging in to backup their leader, would be enough. He would need to rest; they were in the Darkspawn’s territory now, obviously. He would have to be more parsimonious with his magic in the future, lest he be more of a burden than help to his companions.

[The Darkstar]

Canachir looked up at the mage, "I'm fine", he laughed, "That was fun, let's do it again sometime. But this time, you get knocked on your ass." He made it to his feet after a few seconds more, and picked up his bow. The arrows were scattered everywhere, Canachir didn't look forward to having to pick them up after this fight was over. He bent down and scooped up an obviously stolen short sword from what was left of a Darkspawn to replace his missing dagger. Picking up a single arrow Canachir spun and launched the arrow directly under Thanim's arm as he swung at the last survivor, the Alpha, hoping to catch it off guard. Without bothering to see the outcome of the lone arrow, he decided to focus on collecting his arrows, no point in trying to go hand-to-hand with a Darkspawn of that size, while easily able to avoid it's swings, he preferred to keep out of reach at all times.