Dragon hunting
For centuries dragons have blocked out the sun. Cascading over the skies and spreading terror through all of Thedas. Not a land shall be spared from their reign. Not the warm lands of Antiva or the cold and desolate mountains of Haven. Humans, elves and dwarves alike all cowering under the same fear, cursing the same sky, for their crops are now turned to ash, and their live stock picked as though they were thine.
Yet when the lands grow dime, and hope is waning thine. There are always those who dare to stand up, to bring a light to where shadows now draw. To ether fall on their blade, or have their names hold the brandishing of heros.
Dragon hunters.
Those who can look at the beasts with determination in their gaze. To feel the scorching fires or the icy winds and simply roar in battle. Fewer are taking the beasts down and fewer still. Walking the lands in bands, going from town to town and earning their coin by protecting those without a blade. Human, elf, dwarf, Qunari, it dose not mater who you are or where you came from. For when you find your fellow hunters, you have found family, family who will lay down their lives without a second thought.
Stranger things are yet to come though. For the skies are beginning to darken once more. The beasts of lore growing bolder as they bring terror to civilization, once content with their solitude in the mountain side. Now landing in cites such as Denriem. Hunters are being called for more than ever, and while the pay is good. Life expectancy is starting to decline in the glory way of work.