Aaron got off the ground and walked up to him. "I know your not a ******* daemon. I thought I made that clear in my last sentence. You are a monster and Daemons are atrocitys" Aaron yelled.
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The Spirits gaze still did not leave the fire, if anything it had more of its attention, the swirls of the flame against the cold wind and the crackle of the charred timber was perplexing to him, he had seen a fire before true, but they still managed to grasp his attention.
"And yet you are the one with such rage?, are daemons and Spirits the monstrosities? what makes man so different mortal?"
"And yet you are the one with such rage?, are daemons and Spirits the monstrosities? what makes man so different mortal?"
Aaron calmed down realising this yelling accompishes nothing. "Little," Said Aaron, "there is nothing wrong with being a spirit" said apoligetically.
"Agreed mortal" Replied The spirit
As the Mage tended to the wounds of the warrior The Spirit turned its head turned towards Aaron and the Mage, his neck cracking as he did
"What of Dwarfs?" He asked blankly, the randomness of the comment lost on him.
"I hear tales of short men whom live in the ground from the men of the caravan, i have not seen such a creature ever step foot in the fade, Elves and Humans are constantly within our realm,but Dwarfs are not, What are they?"
As the Mage tended to the wounds of the warrior The Spirit turned its head turned towards Aaron and the Mage, his neck cracking as he did
"What of Dwarfs?" He asked blankly, the randomness of the comment lost on him.
"I hear tales of short men whom live in the ground from the men of the caravan, i have not seen such a creature ever step foot in the fade, Elves and Humans are constantly within our realm,but Dwarfs are not, What are they?"
Aaron held in a scream. "Atleast it hurts less coming out then going in." Aaron clutched the grass waiting for the next arrow to be pulled out.
"I think I'm ready"
Xandus sealed the wound.
"HOLY CRAP!" Aaron yelled when Xandus sealed the wound
"Your right, that does hurt like hell!"
Xandus sealed the wound.
"HOLY CRAP!" Aaron yelled when Xandus sealed the wound
"Your right, that does hurt like hell!"
Jason sat and watched the other two Wardens collapse on the ground in the camp, and heard the insult meant for the spirit. Then the Xandus straightened things out and Jason gave small nod to him.
Jason stood up from the campfire and announced that he was going to his tent to grab his sword so that he could clean and polish it. After grabbing his sword, sheild, and steel polish; Jason returned to the campfire and listened to the other Wardens as he sat cleaning his blade.
Jason stood up from the campfire and announced that he was going to his tent to grab his sword so that he could clean and polish it. After grabbing his sword, sheild, and steel polish; Jason returned to the campfire and listened to the other Wardens as he sat cleaning his blade.
Michael finally woke up, his dreams had not been pleasant so he was panting and sweating as he rose to an upright sitting position.
"The demon! The demon is raising his forces! ... I saw it, I saw the Archdmon speak to the Darkspawn. It didn't look much like a Blight, but it was an army. An army the King does nothing about"
Michael stood up and stood up, having managed his breath.
"We must rest, for tomorrow we head to Kinloch Hold"
"The demon! The demon is raising his forces! ... I saw it, I saw the Archdmon speak to the Darkspawn. It didn't look much like a Blight, but it was an army. An army the King does nothing about"
Michael stood up and stood up, having managed his breath.
"We must rest, for tomorrow we head to Kinloch Hold"
"Wait, what. We are leaving for some far off place because you had a nightmare."
Aaron sat up.
"And why are we going there specificly." he asked.
Aaron sat up.
"And why are we going there specificly." he asked.
Michael put all his belongings into his backpack and threw it into his tent.
"We were always heading to Kinloch Hold, only now the need to go there is greater than before"
Michael sat down again and tended to the fire.
"I have not had a dream of the archdemon for five years... not since that battle of Denerim. It was like it had left these lands for good"
Michael's hand stopped and his whole body shivered at the thought.
"...I was wrong"
I will not leave Ferelden to punishment and death, for one man's sins... I will not watch the cities burn, not when I could have done something about it!
"The proof we need resides in Kinloch Hold. The story goes, that a mage was fulfilled with that duty of healing Loghain's men, but being a scholar also means you are a recorder of history. All but lies do the Scholars write, such is the will of the Maker and so will it be. An old quote I learned from chantry school"
Scholar's word is law. Therefor that Codex may be the only way to do what is right, to do everything by the book. If, however time will be of the essence, I will personally see to it that the book be forfeit and Loghain never sees the light of day again
Michael then doused the fire and packed the supplies. Dawn would break soon, so sleep was of the essence.
"We will continue our way to Kinloch Hold, it will be a two days journey, so gather all the strength you can, we move at first light"
And with that, Michael stepped into his dimly lit tent and got ready to embrace morning after a good night sleep.
"We were always heading to Kinloch Hold, only now the need to go there is greater than before"
Michael sat down again and tended to the fire.
"I have not had a dream of the archdemon for five years... not since that battle of Denerim. It was like it had left these lands for good"
Michael's hand stopped and his whole body shivered at the thought.
"...I was wrong"
I will not leave Ferelden to punishment and death, for one man's sins... I will not watch the cities burn, not when I could have done something about it!
"The proof we need resides in Kinloch Hold. The story goes, that a mage was fulfilled with that duty of healing Loghain's men, but being a scholar also means you are a recorder of history. All but lies do the Scholars write, such is the will of the Maker and so will it be. An old quote I learned from chantry school"
Scholar's word is law. Therefor that Codex may be the only way to do what is right, to do everything by the book. If, however time will be of the essence, I will personally see to it that the book be forfeit and Loghain never sees the light of day again
Michael then doused the fire and packed the supplies. Dawn would break soon, so sleep was of the essence.
"We will continue our way to Kinloch Hold, it will be a two days journey, so gather all the strength you can, we move at first light"
And with that, Michael stepped into his dimly lit tent and got ready to embrace morning after a good night sleep.
Sentances written in this form are thoughts
"You make good points micheal. Id like to finish this as soon as possible"Aaron said
Aaron laid down.
"As you said, now is the time to rest"
he fell asleep just as the sentence ended.
Aaron laid down.
"As you said, now is the time to rest"
he fell asleep just as the sentence ended.
The Spirit looked down out the extinguished fire with minor annoyance, did the Mortal really have to remove his only form of entertainment?.
As his companions fell asleep, he stared up at the sky, where the Black city had once hung stood the Moon in a starry sky. Five years, it had been five years of being trapped within this body, Five long years since he had looked upon the black city, he wondered how many years it would be until he could look upon it once more.
A howl broke through the snoring of the mortals, another creature of flesh and blood on the hunt for flesh and blood. A gentle breeze rolled through the trees as The spirit removed his helmet, it had used all the preservers it could find but it was not enough to fight against the harshness of time, the skin and muscle and been striped from him, leaving only the white bone.
An eerie blue flame glowed around the bones and flowed out of his eye sockets, Illuminating the sleeping Aaron on the ground and the surrounding area in a blue light. memories ran through his mind, but they were not his, rather of the man who had once inhabited the body he used, it was almost as if they were one in the same. The memories of Family and friends, of the simple cottage the man had lived in, he prayed to the Maker that he would find his prey soon and looked upon the extinguished flame, the smoke rose from the ashes and was blown by the gentle wind, his relentless gaze returned to the fire pit and the rising smoke, unmoving once more with the exception of the odd twitch in his body.
As his companions fell asleep, he stared up at the sky, where the Black city had once hung stood the Moon in a starry sky. Five years, it had been five years of being trapped within this body, Five long years since he had looked upon the black city, he wondered how many years it would be until he could look upon it once more.
A howl broke through the snoring of the mortals, another creature of flesh and blood on the hunt for flesh and blood. A gentle breeze rolled through the trees as The spirit removed his helmet, it had used all the preservers it could find but it was not enough to fight against the harshness of time, the skin and muscle and been striped from him, leaving only the white bone.
An eerie blue flame glowed around the bones and flowed out of his eye sockets, Illuminating the sleeping Aaron on the ground and the surrounding area in a blue light. memories ran through his mind, but they were not his, rather of the man who had once inhabited the body he used, it was almost as if they were one in the same. The memories of Family and friends, of the simple cottage the man had lived in, he prayed to the Maker that he would find his prey soon and looked upon the extinguished flame, the smoke rose from the ashes and was blown by the gentle wind, his relentless gaze returned to the fire pit and the rising smoke, unmoving once more with the exception of the odd twitch in his body.
Aaron dreamed as he slept
He is running from an unknown foe.
Exhausted he clapses.
"If I die I am taking you with me!"
Aaron sees a shadowy figure walking toward him.
The man is wearing a hood and Aaron can't make out his face.
The man stepped up to him and laughed.
Aaron stabbed the man and black blood fell on his face.
The hood fell back and revealed the mans face.
The man's face was....Aarons.
Aaron backed up and yelled as the figure swung his sword at Aaons head.
He woke up yelling.
He is running from an unknown foe.
Exhausted he clapses.
"If I die I am taking you with me!"
Aaron sees a shadowy figure walking toward him.
The man is wearing a hood and Aaron can't make out his face.
The man stepped up to him and laughed.
Aaron stabbed the man and black blood fell on his face.
The hood fell back and revealed the mans face.
The man's face was....Aarons.
Aaron backed up and yelled as the figure swung his sword at Aaons head.
He woke up yelling.
Jason nodded to Micheal and walked over to his tent and slipped inside, falling asleep alomst immediately. The sounds of the forest eased him into a deep slumber and dreams of a simpler time.
I wonder if i'll ever see my clan again... Maybe i should write them, tell them that i plan to head to Kinloch Hold with the others. No i cannot disclose my whearabouts with anyone, not even my clan, they might fall into the wrong hands and endanger us all.
As Jason slept, he dreampt of a The Battle of Denerim:
***
Bodies lay scattered across the floor along with darkspawn bodies impaled on stakes and spears. A large figure sat in the corner of the feild of battle, a crunching noise sounded from the creature and large horns sprouted from its head.
"Jason, we must attack." An elf to Jason's right echoed in his ear.
"I know, but we musnt be hasty." Jason replied, this seeming very familiar.
"Quickly, fan out and ready your bows... we will take this creature by surprise and slay it without casulties." The other elf said, walking away from Jason and hiding behind a building, readying his bow.
Jason drew an arrow and aimed at the creature and fired, along with about twenty other elves. The arrows found their mark and the creature collapsed to the ground with a sickening crunch, already dead.
"Its an ambush!!!" Jason shouted, drwaing his blade as harsh cries sounded from every corner of the square.
Darkspawn ambushed the unprepared elves and slaughtered nearly fifteen of them before the elves were coordinated enough to attack back. Jason and five others rallied to the center of the square, blood pouring down Jasons face from a long gash he had sustained from a darkspawn general.
"How are we going to survive Jason? The Warden still has not killed the Archdemon, and if he doesnt soon we cannot hold Denerim." One of the elves to Jason's side stammered.
"My brother will kill the Archdemon as he has promised." Jason cried, thrusting his blade through the gut of another Darkspawn.
Suddenly an explosion of light ripped Fort Drakon apart from the top. Jason stared in amazement as the light expanded to the heavons and the Darkspawn began to retreat. Square by square the Darkspawn fell back retreating from Denerim. Jason gazed in hope up to the tower to see a dark shadow fly off the tower and away with the retreating Darkspawn.
One last Darkspawn attacked Jason, whom another elf easily slew. The blood from the darkspawn issued forth from the Darkspawns throat and sprayed across Jason's face, seeping into Jason's wounds. Imediatley Jason fell down and began to seize over, the last thing Jason remebered was seeing his fellow clan members carrying him to saftey.
***
I wonder if i'll ever see my clan again... Maybe i should write them, tell them that i plan to head to Kinloch Hold with the others. No i cannot disclose my whearabouts with anyone, not even my clan, they might fall into the wrong hands and endanger us all.
As Jason slept, he dreampt of a The Battle of Denerim:
***
Bodies lay scattered across the floor along with darkspawn bodies impaled on stakes and spears. A large figure sat in the corner of the feild of battle, a crunching noise sounded from the creature and large horns sprouted from its head.
"Jason, we must attack." An elf to Jason's right echoed in his ear.
"I know, but we musnt be hasty." Jason replied, this seeming very familiar.
"Quickly, fan out and ready your bows... we will take this creature by surprise and slay it without casulties." The other elf said, walking away from Jason and hiding behind a building, readying his bow.
Jason drew an arrow and aimed at the creature and fired, along with about twenty other elves. The arrows found their mark and the creature collapsed to the ground with a sickening crunch, already dead.
"Its an ambush!!!" Jason shouted, drwaing his blade as harsh cries sounded from every corner of the square.
Darkspawn ambushed the unprepared elves and slaughtered nearly fifteen of them before the elves were coordinated enough to attack back. Jason and five others rallied to the center of the square, blood pouring down Jasons face from a long gash he had sustained from a darkspawn general.
"How are we going to survive Jason? The Warden still has not killed the Archdemon, and if he doesnt soon we cannot hold Denerim." One of the elves to Jason's side stammered.
"My brother will kill the Archdemon as he has promised." Jason cried, thrusting his blade through the gut of another Darkspawn.
Suddenly an explosion of light ripped Fort Drakon apart from the top. Jason stared in amazement as the light expanded to the heavons and the Darkspawn began to retreat. Square by square the Darkspawn fell back retreating from Denerim. Jason gazed in hope up to the tower to see a dark shadow fly off the tower and away with the retreating Darkspawn.
One last Darkspawn attacked Jason, whom another elf easily slew. The blood from the darkspawn issued forth from the Darkspawns throat and sprayed across Jason's face, seeping into Jason's wounds. Imediatley Jason fell down and began to seize over, the last thing Jason remebered was seeing his fellow clan members carrying him to saftey.
***
"Nothing, just nothing." Aaron lied
Aaron got up and sat on a stump.
"what is it like to be a spirit?"
Aaron got up and sat on a stump.
"what is it like to be a spirit?"