Forty years after the veil tore open when all seemed to be getting back to normal an Archddemon appeared. The Wardens while dispersed answered the call far and wide, the events here would shape the world as we know it. --- Warden captain Alec Thibault stands on a hill overlooking a battlefield where the first real battle would take place. He watched as many darkspawn gathered to lay waste to Redcliff. There would be no help this battle and the odds were not in favor of the warden but he knew he had to hold them until the King and Queen could escape to sea and then Fereldon would have a chance. He had chosen only the most abled bodied of Redcliff to hold thhe line with another warden and fifty troops they would hold more than three hundred darkspawn for atleast an hour to prepare the ships. --- Aban-ataashe found himself in Redcliff where the first major stand would take place. He knew that Alec would not hold the wall long without help. He resolved to charge the enemy the first chance he got to take as many of the damned darkspawn with him. It was a worth while risk that would likely never be told of but it never mattered, not for a Warden.

As the darkspawn approached Aban-ataashe knew it was time he pushed his to the front of the shield wall so he stood confront of the recruits and Warden Thibault drawing his Fereldon greatsword he ran at the darkspawn masses, the was a smash as he hit them followed by the the sound of blades tearing armor, skin and bones breaking. Blood sprayed in arcs high above the masses, Aban-ataashe cleared his own path into the darkspawn before disappearing into a fog of blood and darkspawn. The recruits and Warden Alec watched as the Vasoth who's name many did not both in getting sacrificed himself for their sakes. They then held their line for forty five minutes losing thirty recruits holding the line and another six trying to fall back to the boats. The king and queen as well numerous others who would thank those unsung heroes that died defending Redcliff. Warden Alec and the those who survived sailed down towards the Orzammar and the inquisition forces dispatched to retake Redcliff found piles of darkspawn burned with magic and a group of Tal Vasoth magi caring for a near dead Warden so covered in his own blood he could not even be identified as a Warden if it wasn't for the breastplate of the wardens armor being mostly intact the inquisition would have passed them off as Tal Vasoth.

Kyler smoked his pipe, and looked out on the carnage. Most of the dark spawn had been nothing more than rotting corpses when he and the rest of the Inquisition forces arrived. Sure they got to do a little mop up, but Kyler had wanted to really get into the thick of a fight, to feel his sword arm grow tired with the sheer number of dark spawn he would kill. Alas, today he had another job, questioning the survivors. That had been the most surprising part, he and the rest of the Inquisition had expected to have to re-take redcliffe entirely, not pick up a couple of oddities surrounded by corpses. One grey warden, half dead, and a small group of damn mages. It was Kyler's job to find out what they knew, mostly from the mages as he was pretty sure he knew why the warden was there. The mages though? They were clearly not Teventi, and they didn't appear to be circle magi, which meant they were apostates. He didn't trust them, of course he didn't trust any magic being a dwarf, but why were they here? Kyler sighed, tightened his cloak, and trotted off to the tent they were being held in.

Arrows sailing through the air, swords clashing against shields, the battle cries from both of the two warring forces, the smell of fresh blood filling the air, the sheer carnage of it all... it was beautiful. At least it was in the eyes of the Tal-Vashoth who was busy cutting his way through a horde of Darkspawn with the help of other TalVashoth. The group unleashed a barrage of spells against the Darkspawn, setting some a flame, freezing others solid, even turning a few to dust by unleashing blinding bolts of lighting. The group cut a way through the horde, pulling some of the pressure off of the wardens and the rest of the forces. After the battling came to a end the group set to work burning the bodies of the Darkspawn, well the ones they didn't already burn to ashes in combat. They were burning their third ogre when they came upon a wheezing figure surrounded by the corpses of a few Hurlocks. The only reason they didn't automatically set the body ablaze is because of the baffling combination of it being a Qunari, as far as they knew, and that it was wearing Warden armor. They gathered around it, looking it over with a combination of hate and interest. As they were prodding the semi-conscience warden, patching him up slightly, one of the group noticed a Dwarf approaching them. *"Kata"* She would say quickly, as if it was a warning. A moment after that one of the group stepped forward, he was taller than the rest of the group and a bit slimmer but he gave off an air of authority that made it obvious he was the one in charge. **"Why do you approach us stout one?"** He asked in a cold tone as he peered down at the Dwarf.

Kyler Mudsmither was not a patient dwarf. Before he approached the group he had ordered several other members of his retinue to hide themselves, in case they needed the element of surprise later. Upon hearing the cold greeting Kyler stood himself up straight and cleared his throat, "I am Kyler Mudsmither, an agent of the new inquisition and one of the group sent here to retake redcliffe. But, as I look around it would appear you did our job for us." gesturing to the piles of burning corpses. "We were unaware a group of magi were present and for one I'd like to know what exactly your doin here. Secondly I'd like to know why there appears to be a half dead warden behind ye, who ye don't appear to have healed." Kyler would then take out his pipe and casually fill it and light it, "I don't suppose ye could answer me questions could ya?"

The Tal-Vashoth's eyes narrowed slightly and a few members of his group began to grumbled agitatedly, but he simply raised his hand and they silenced almost immediately. **"Our business here is just that, business. We have been hired by the Jarl of Redcliff to help defend against the Darkspawn."** He said simply and coldly as he looked down at the Dwarf. **"The Warden was just found by me and my group."** He said as he crossed his arms. **"It appears that he was over whelmed by the Darkspawn."** He continued, his icy stare unwavering. **"We were healing him before we were approached by a Dwarf who is quite obviously armored."**

Kyler scoffed and smiled at the tall mage, "Well pardon me fer arrivin expectin to fight darkspawn. You'll also haf to pardon my disbelieving your claim seeing as the jarl is no longer here to corroborate yer claim" He then gestured to the injured warden, "I think I'll wait for him to get up an see if'n yer story is the truth. So we'll be keep'n an eye on you lot fer a wee bit, if'n ye don't mind." He then casually signaled with his hand for his men to reveal themselves, weapons at the ready. "Surely you understand the... precautions, can't be to careful with all the circles and Templar's gone y'know? " He grinned, one hand on his sword and the other holding his pipe. "So go ahead an finish healing tha lad, we'll wait. Oh! And I would avoid sudden moves if'n I were you."

Aban-ataashe chuckled at the confusion or rarely would have if he didn't immediately begin to choke on his own blood. He peeled the strap holding his armor off as best he could dropping the armor to the around with a clunk dampened by all of the blood. --- Warden Alec helped all the survivors of the ship he had been wounded in the battle but nothing serious enough for a healer. He then lead the trek towards Orzammar, with the threat of another blight he figured it best to seek their help. He hoped the dwarves were strong enough to help them.

King Alister and Queen Anora accompanied by Warden Alec approached the king of Orzammar for help taking care of thhe refugees. The meeting took place in a private room by the proving grounds. --- The result Orzammar would aid the Wardens and aid the refugees until the inquisition reclaimed Redcliff but only after they recieved help pushing back the darkspawn who we're attacking in greater numbers and more often. If it kept up like this Orzammar would fall as the last Thaig it was imperative that it stood. The legion commander Veka would be waiting for the Warden Alec's arrival to discuss a plan of attack. --- Mean while in Redcliff the Vasoth mage had healed the Warden who was now only sore. He sat up to see the mage who he owed his life and thanked him graciously "Shanedan my brother. You are here to help with Redcliff?"

The Tal-Vashoth peered down at the dwarf, his fearless glare not faltering for a moment. **"A inexperienced mage has the potential to take down groups of men with raw power alone. You and I know this as a fact."** He said simply before he crossed his arms. **"My group and I are not inexperienced, we are trained for real battle and not merely study like other mages you would of encountered."** He said it as if it was a fact. **"Your numbers may over whelm us at some point, but not before we take out a great deal, if not all, of your men down with us."** He promised in a cold tone. **"I can see in your eyes you value the lives of these men, more than I value my own life, you would regret the lose of these men do to a order of yours, something else you and I know as a fact."** He said in a tone that had no hint of backing down. **"You will order your men to lower their arms and allow us to work or I will not think twice about attacking you myself."**

Kyler scowled angrily at the mage, but seeing as the warden had awoken he had no reason to start a fight. "Weapons down boys, ye ain't dwarves so they'll tear ye apart, sides, the wardens up now, we can ask him what's Goin on." Kyler would push his way past the mages to stand face to face with the warden. "So lad, how ya feelin? Ye took quite a beating there. I'm sure yer a bit overwhelmed but let me explain who I am. The names Kyler Mudsmither, agent of the Inquisition and coordinator of the fine group of men around you and tha mages ere" He gestured to his men, "Now if you don't mind I need to ask ye a few questions" and he smiled widely

Aban-ataashe laughed at the dwarf before he stood up towering over him "Redcliff was going to fall and I was no use in making a shield wall so I drank some wvyerns blood grabbed my blade and charged the darkspawn so that my comrades would have a chance. Everything after that is pure speculation, If I know Warden Alec he head towards Orzammar he has some friends there that he can use. This is a blight spread the word back to the Inquisition have them send whatever aid they can bback here. As for these mages Warden Alec told me they would be among the first to arrive to help you can trust them with that much." Aban-ataashe picked up his sword which had be broken near the top in the battle and strapped it to his back before speaking to no one in particular "I'll need some people to come with me to with me to Orzammar if it can be arranged horses for travel as well aswell as whatever sovereigns you can spare." He then looked at the Mercenaries "If you would accompany me to Orzammar I will see you paid."

Kyler stroked his beard in thought for a moment. On one hand his superiors would be expecting him back, though seeing as redcliffe was originally thought to have been besieged he probably had a generous amount of time to get back them, and it had been awhile since he had gotten to go on a true adventure. "OH aye, I'll get word to my superiors of the full extent of this new threat. But if it really is a full blown blight it seems I'd be remiss in my duties to let a grey warden make his way to Orzammar without a dwarf. I'll accompany ya, and have my men spread the word of blight." He would then turn and begin barking orders at his men before any sort of protest could be given.

The Tal-Vashoth who was working on healing the warden was a considerable small woman of her race, almost being the size of a normal human female. She tended to the warden's wounds even as her leader and the Dwarf argued, paying little mind to the arches who were aiming her down. She treated the man's wounds to the best of her abilities, which were just that of a battle field medic. The Tal-Vashoth who was arguing with the Dwarf looked over to the warden who was the center of all this strife. His eyes didn't change from their cold expression. **"You are not of the Qun, that much I am sure of."** He said as he stepped forward. He looked over the warden like one would a wild animal. **"I would wish to know who you are before agreeing myself and group to you."**

Aban-ataashe looked to the Vasoth mage and spoke in a cold tone "I am exactly as I appear. I am Tal Vasoth and a Warden had I been Any more or less I would not have been here in the first place nor would I have tolerated your presence. You are clearly or rather were once were Saarebas if either of us followed the Qun this would not be a conversation. As for my name I am Aban-ataashe."

**"True."** The Tal-Vashoth said as if he was validating the warden's statement. **"You speak like a Bas... You are Vashoth, not Tal-Vashoth."** He said in a correcting manor. **"You fight well, I presume, to be allowed among these wardens..."** He said as he scanned Aban-ataashe over again. **"You offer to pay us and provide Darkspawn to slay."** He said pondering the thought. **"Very well, you have our serveries."** He said in his monotone voice. **"You shall refer to me as Kata."**

Aban-ataashe smiled it had been a long time since he had been amongst his own kind "I once was Tal Vasoth but I suppose we all can change." He said this in a sly tone almost as a joke to Kata. "Let's get going then." Aban-ataashe called to Kyler "Dwarf! I need to get to Orzammar before the Blight ends."

"Don't get yer warden undies in a twist I'm comin." First he watched to be certain his men were on the right track before approaching the warden. "Well, I suppose we should get under way" He then glances at the small group of mages and gave a slight grin, "Looks like we'll be spending yet more time tagether mage. I hope you and yer merry band dinnae have a problem wit that. I hope you lot didn't spend so much time "dreaming" about tha fade that ye don't know how to ride a horse!" Laughing at his own joke Kyler put his pipe back in his mouth and said to the warden, "Suppose we should be heading out aye?"