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Three days since the fall of Wycome
It was nearly two years since Aris had been recruited into the Grey Wardens. Formerly a hunter for her Dalish Clan, when the Grey Wardens had invoked the rite of conscription, she had been one of those selected. She could barely even remember what it was like to be home anymore. In the two years since she'd left, she had seen nothing but war and the road. She'd witnessed the fall of Antiva City months earlier, and had just now witnessed the fall of Wycome. Only three days past, she and her new partner had spent that time gathering up whatever survivors they could before the darkspawn horde moved on.
In that time, the duo had managed to bring together a small camp of people complete with three other wardens, a handful of local soldiers, and no less than twenty-five civilians ranging from the young to the elderly.
As the sun went down, she could still make out the glow of Wycome over the horizon. She could still smell the smoke in the air despite being several miles away.
She made her way across the small "camp" they had assembled. They'd not been allowed fires for fear that the Shriekers or something similar might find them. A cold chill ran down her spine thinking about those creatures. Born of an "elven" broodmother, the sounds they make haunted her nightmares. No, she didn't want to run into any more of those.
She made her way over to her partner, plopping down heavily, back resting against a tree as she realized once again just how exhausted she was.
I don't think we can stay here another day, she said, voice hushed. We could send them on and try to catch up later, but we need to get them moving toward Starkhaven, she said. It was where most of the other refugees and the remainder of the Wardens had gone, but they'd traveled by airship and griffon. Their ever-growing party was traveling by foot, and they needed to stay ahead of the horde. As it was, they had probably stayed too long.
In that time, the duo had managed to bring together a small camp of people complete with three other wardens, a handful of local soldiers, and no less than twenty-five civilians ranging from the young to the elderly.
As the sun went down, she could still make out the glow of Wycome over the horizon. She could still smell the smoke in the air despite being several miles away.
She made her way across the small "camp" they had assembled. They'd not been allowed fires for fear that the Shriekers or something similar might find them. A cold chill ran down her spine thinking about those creatures. Born of an "elven" broodmother, the sounds they make haunted her nightmares. No, she didn't want to run into any more of those.
She made her way over to her partner, plopping down heavily, back resting against a tree as she realized once again just how exhausted she was.
I don't think we can stay here another day, she said, voice hushed. We could send them on and try to catch up later, but we need to get them moving toward Starkhaven, she said. It was where most of the other refugees and the remainder of the Wardens had gone, but they'd traveled by airship and griffon. Their ever-growing party was traveling by foot, and they needed to stay ahead of the horde. As it was, they had probably stayed too long.