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It's been chaos in Ferelden for months now. The mage/templar war was only the start of it all, sending refugees spilling out into the wild, easy picking for bandits and overzealous templars. And now the sky itself has begun to tear, unleashing all manner of spirits and demons on the vulnerable masses.

Some say it's the end of the world. Perhaps they're right.

There's word of a group that can help. The Inquisition, a controversial rival organization to the Chantry, to hear some tell it, led by the supposed Herald of Andraste, rumored to be able to seal the rifts. But whether or not the Inquisition is all it claims to be, they are currently far, far away from Southern Ferelden.

The Tevinters, unfortunately, are not. You may have heard the rumors about the events at Redcliffe, strange whispers of the fates of the rebel mages holed up within. The Tevinters are supposed to have been driven out of Redcliffe. Unfortunately, some, at least, came here.

Some seem to have kept to themselves, holed up in strange, ancient ruins in the outskirts of the Wilds. Whatever they're doing, it can't be good. But at least they're not as bad as the slavers.

You're not really sure when they grabbed you. You must have fought, certainly, but sitting here all you can remember is vague flashes of color and light, and then silence.

The cell you wake up in is dark and cramped, and you can feel the press of others around you. There must be at least six of you in here, manacled together. A heavy locked door lies in one of the walls, a small slit below it open just enough to peer through if you'd like.

Date: 2015-06-04 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] nevarranknife
The low loud boom from the adjoining room caused Knife to stiffen with dread. Even if they had not been able to hear it, with their ear pressed to the floor, they could feel it. Whatever it was, It couldn’t be good. So when the mass that had kept them pinned to the wall released them, they were very quick to jump to their feet. They were getting out of here and that was that. Now stood up, they could see the mass of bodies that filled the room, connected in sequence by chains. Thankfully they were near the front, and even in the low light could easily pick out the door.
Well if no-one else was going to make an attempt to find out where they were and get of here, then they would have to. Rolling their shoulder to ease the knots out of their shoulders from the awkward sleeping arrangement, the elf climbed on and over, the mass who they assumed was a Qunari, all the while not being too kind about where they were standing. For someone so small, knife foots steps were heavy and sure.

Momentarily regarding the door, Knife considered attempting to kick the door loose from its hinges. As fun as it would be, it wasn’t exactly a bright idea to run head long into a fight still chained up. Awkwardly dropping to the floor, Knife silently glanced beneath the door. From what they could make out the room looked empty. There was what looked to be a table, but aside from that there appeared to be nothing else there. Okay so they’re day was definitely getting better. That was until they noticed a pair of giant steel boots.

Okay so the room wasn’t empty.


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