Somewhere
Julien couldn't recognize where he was, nor he could recall how he got there. And to be honest he felt as if something very important was missing. But he couldn't worry about that right now, there were more pressing concerns. Like figuring out where he was and then finding a way back to a safe place. Wharever in Andraste's name that would be.
Just with a cursory glance Julien could see that he was somewhere underground. Or that was what it looked like, with the cavernous roof and almost complete lack of light. Without any other options he took the only path available, following the stony dark corridor. Soon he was able to hear some noises somewhere further down the path, distant chants, shouts and the beating of drums. For some reason he felt himself panicking at the sound, as if something within himself was screaming at him to get away. But he couldn't do that could he? He had only found one tunnel and it lead straight to the sounds.
A few minutes of walking took him to the mouth of the tunnel. By now the sound was overwhelming, as if dozens of thousands of voices chanted, screamed and growled together. Julien ignored the extreme discomfort and soldiered on the last few steps, reaching the mouth of the tunnel and suddenly finding that he was inches close to a enormous drop into the deep valley below.
A valley filled with a moving mass of Darkspawn, slowly advancing like a wave of death and terror, the lack of good illumination down there almost made them look like an single mass, a black writhing thing with a thousand tiny spots of light upon its flesh. Slowly they marched, banging drums, shouting war cries and chanting. Which doesn't makes any sense, Darkspawn can't speak, they don't even have a language for the Maker's sake!
Then he remembered everything: King Cailan's call to arms, the march to Ostagar and the subsequent slaughter. By the Maker, he must have been captured by the Darkspawn and dragged to the Deep Roads. No, that made no sense, if he had been captured he wouldn't be left to his own devices, and do Darkspawn even bother taking male prisoners? He knew that they needed females for the broodmothers, of that he was sure, but what use would they have him hanging around?
Julien's line of thought was suddenly interrupted by an absurdly loud roar followed by a screech. The Warden fell to his knees and looked up. And it was then that he saw it. The Arch Demon, ancient dragon god of Tervinter hovering high up in the air near the roof in all its unholy glory. The loathsome beast was far larger than he could imagine, its body twisted and menacing. Julien was sure that he could the sheer wrong emanating from the abomination even from this distance.
The Arch Demon roared triumphantly and the horde below gave a loud cheer. Julien had to escape, find a way out of this place and return to Vigil's Keep. The Wardens had to be warned. But the Wardens were dead weren't they? Dead like the rest of Ferelden's army at Ostagar. The nation was defenseless and there was nothing that could be done. The Blight-it was truly a Blight this time, Maker have mercy on His children- would sweep over Thedas starting with Ferelden. All was lost.
The Arch Demon gave yet another roar and when Julien looked up he saw the winged abomination swooping down on him. The Warden found himself unable to move or even scream as the monster descended upon him. The last thing he saw was the titanic mouth snapping open to swallow him whole.
The Warden woke up with a startled scream, tossing and turning in his bed. The fact that he was in a bed and bandaged up did little to stifle his panic and confusion. Then the pain hit, sharp, stabbing pain all over his arms and chest mixed with the blunt pulsating feeling of bruises on his torso and legs. And it was the pain that caused him to drop back into bed, gasping for air, wide eyed and struggling to form a coherent sentence.
OOC: How about this? Your next post could be your char being informed that the other Warden woke up. We then have a conversation and a small skip until my char is ready to travel again. How does that sounds?
Julien couldn't recognize where he was, nor he could recall how he got there. And to be honest he felt as if something very important was missing. But he couldn't worry about that right now, there were more pressing concerns. Like figuring out where he was and then finding a way back to a safe place. Wharever in Andraste's name that would be.
Just with a cursory glance Julien could see that he was somewhere underground. Or that was what it looked like, with the cavernous roof and almost complete lack of light. Without any other options he took the only path available, following the stony dark corridor. Soon he was able to hear some noises somewhere further down the path, distant chants, shouts and the beating of drums. For some reason he felt himself panicking at the sound, as if something within himself was screaming at him to get away. But he couldn't do that could he? He had only found one tunnel and it lead straight to the sounds.
A few minutes of walking took him to the mouth of the tunnel. By now the sound was overwhelming, as if dozens of thousands of voices chanted, screamed and growled together. Julien ignored the extreme discomfort and soldiered on the last few steps, reaching the mouth of the tunnel and suddenly finding that he was inches close to a enormous drop into the deep valley below.
A valley filled with a moving mass of Darkspawn, slowly advancing like a wave of death and terror, the lack of good illumination down there almost made them look like an single mass, a black writhing thing with a thousand tiny spots of light upon its flesh. Slowly they marched, banging drums, shouting war cries and chanting. Which doesn't makes any sense, Darkspawn can't speak, they don't even have a language for the Maker's sake!
Then he remembered everything: King Cailan's call to arms, the march to Ostagar and the subsequent slaughter. By the Maker, he must have been captured by the Darkspawn and dragged to the Deep Roads. No, that made no sense, if he had been captured he wouldn't be left to his own devices, and do Darkspawn even bother taking male prisoners? He knew that they needed females for the broodmothers, of that he was sure, but what use would they have him hanging around?
Julien's line of thought was suddenly interrupted by an absurdly loud roar followed by a screech. The Warden fell to his knees and looked up. And it was then that he saw it. The Arch Demon, ancient dragon god of Tervinter hovering high up in the air near the roof in all its unholy glory. The loathsome beast was far larger than he could imagine, its body twisted and menacing. Julien was sure that he could the sheer wrong emanating from the abomination even from this distance.
The Arch Demon roared triumphantly and the horde below gave a loud cheer. Julien had to escape, find a way out of this place and return to Vigil's Keep. The Wardens had to be warned. But the Wardens were dead weren't they? Dead like the rest of Ferelden's army at Ostagar. The nation was defenseless and there was nothing that could be done. The Blight-it was truly a Blight this time, Maker have mercy on His children- would sweep over Thedas starting with Ferelden. All was lost.
The Arch Demon gave yet another roar and when Julien looked up he saw the winged abomination swooping down on him. The Warden found himself unable to move or even scream as the monster descended upon him. The last thing he saw was the titanic mouth snapping open to swallow him whole.
The Warden woke up with a startled scream, tossing and turning in his bed. The fact that he was in a bed and bandaged up did little to stifle his panic and confusion. Then the pain hit, sharp, stabbing pain all over his arms and chest mixed with the blunt pulsating feeling of bruises on his torso and legs. And it was the pain that caused him to drop back into bed, gasping for air, wide eyed and struggling to form a coherent sentence.
OOC: How about this? Your next post could be your char being informed that the other Warden woke up. We then have a conversation and a small skip until my char is ready to travel again. How does that sounds?