Rythern

Carver woke with a groan, opening his eyes slightly with a grumble, "What the...?" The sky was moving, he was not in a tent.  "Ah, the warrior Shem is awake." A face popped into view, it was the Hero of Fereldan.  Carver swatted her face away. "Oh Maker why the hell are we moving?" He grumbled. Mahariel caught his hand with a scowl, letting it go after moment. Thalia took the place of the Hero's face, a bright smile on her face. "Morning Carvy." Carver stared at her.  "Why is everything so damn fuzzy?" He spoke with another groan after his words, rubbing his forehead. He took in a full view of the area. Carver was laying o

Sebastian shifted in his spot. He was guarding Lady Hawke tonight... Carver had protested a lot but eventually gave in when Thalia had told him to get rest. The King and Hero of Fereldan where quietly sitting by the fire. He couldn't help but overhear the conversation. It wasn't like he was eavesdropping.  "Why are we traveling with them? They aren't going to stay in Orzammar. Plus, a warrior mage?" Mahariel muttered. Sebastian heard Alistair shift. "Please, they're good company. It's good to travel with others that aren't trying to capture people."  Sebastian ran a hand through his hair. The Dalish woman, he could see her concern

Carver watched in silence as his sister spoke. They had been traveling all day with The Hero and King Alistair. Now, his sister was going to teach him how to harness the power inside him. "First, you have to figure out how to activate your power. What makes you tick." Carver gripped his blade and hefted it off his shoulder. What she spoke of, Thal meant what made him feel the rage and pain. Carver didn't know but he suspected it had something to do with losing her. "I, myself, think of the tribulation I have been through. Losing Father, Mother and Bethany."  Carver nodded slowly. That seemed reasonable. "Alright, try it now then." Thali

"So you're really the Hero of Fereldan?" Sebastian asked. This Dalish elf woman was really the one who slew the Archdemon? It was hard for him to believe. "Yes. I regret it a bit. I mean, I hated the fact that Alistair had to sleep with a bitch..." Genevieve grumbled. "But it had to be done. I regret it though." Sebastian watched the Hero and King Alistair. Merrill smiled at her old friend. "Why are you here then Mahariel? Aren't you Commander of Grey right now?" Her friend and Alistair laughed. The couple obviously knew something more. They looked at each other and Genevieve curled into Alistair. "I am Merrill, but it doesn't hurt to take a

It was rude to wake someone. Especially her. Thalia hated it when people woke her up from her sleep... It pissed her off. She opened her eyes, glaring at the man in the front of her Tent. She had heard someone say that they were going to kill Carver. That made her even more angrier. Silently, Thalia pulled the man into her tent and slammed a hand over his mouth. "One sound you're dead..." She muttered in his ear and crept out of the tent, holding him in her hand. A man was holding a blade, right over Carver too. Whoever this guy was, he was an idiot. Probably some hired thug or a Bandit looking for an easy kill. "Then know you'll be making a

Carver walked forward, gripping the makeshift bed they had made to carry Thalia upon as they traveled. "Sooo? Where have you guys been traveling?" Merrill asked with a smile. Carver side glanced at her, "Just anywhere. Thalia usually plans that but since she's like this, We'll just have to avoid cities and other people in case they recognize us." Aveline huffed, "We could get better help in a city than anywhere else." Carver would usually agree, but... "But my sister is a powerful Apostate, everyone is searching for her and so it is a terrible idea to go to any city because of templars and the Chantries." Aveline was searching for words but

It was the Dalish elf blood mage. Aveline crossed her arms, "How many people are we going to have come back?" Thalia gave a giggle, "Next it's going to be Isabella." Aveline grew slightly angry at the name. Oh how she hated that girl... Isabella wasn't that bad, but Aveline hated her. "I hope not." Aveline whispered. Thalia lightly laughed and Carver brought her closer. He somewhat was afraid that this was a trick. It made him feel awfully strange... Carver stepped forward slightly, "Merrill, you know about curing poisons don't you...?" The elf turned her attention to Carver before looking at Thalia, who waved. "Oh dear, Hawke that is a ter

One more thing he hated about his sister, She was a fool. Maybe a little to much sometimes... Carver stared at Thalia as she walked forward. Was she really going to trust this man? How could she? He attacked them! Carver watched the man named Elrich say something to his sister. Something about her mood changed. She sagged and then fell. "Sister!" He cried. There was a blade in her side... Carver watched her fall.  Everything just went still. It was like the whole world had stopped moving. He whispered the words, "Sister, you can't..." Maybe it was a dream. Just maybe. Carver was all dreaming this up. Thalia was fine... She would still

"Alright, so we remember the rules, right?" Thalia asked, stared at her friends and brother. Everyone nodded. She had to make sure. "Sebastian, what are we to avoid?" The Prince looked at her before listing off the things, "Any Chantry, eye contact, Templars, other mages and talking to people." Thalia smiled lightly. That was good. She looked at Carver, "What do you do if one of us is captured?" Carver hated this rule but it mostly applied to him if she got captured. "We turn and run, no matter who it is."  Thalia nodded her approval, "Alright. Hoods on, nobody speak except me." Carver and Sebastian put on their hoods, the clothing cas

Thalia woke with tears in her eyes. Of all the things that had to plague her mind, it had to be that night. She began to move before remembering where she was. Thalia wasn't in her tent. Not for last night... Carver's weight was beside her, an arm draped over her protectively. She shivered at the cool morning air, curling into her brother. She was grateful for the warmth he provided. It had all been a mad dash out of Kirkwall, they had only grabbed so much. Bodahn and Sandal had ran earlier on when the fighting began... Orana had still been in the estate. She had given the elf 20 sovereigns and told her to flee to the nearest city and not com