Gwenyth Cousland
A few days ago, Gwenyth was last seen in Denerim, but because of what she had heard about her Family and what has become of them, she realized that the only person she really needed to find and tell was her Brother, Fergus, who went to Ostagar prior to the massacre in Highever. She didn't know whether or not people had told him already, but either way, she was determined to find him and talk him into getting revenge against Arl... err... Teyrn Rendon Howe, and if he didn't go on with her, she was willing to do it on her own.
With nothing but her sword, shield and the new armor she worked so hard to pay for, Gwenyth arrived at the other end of Korcari Wilds. She had only started walking due to the death of the old horse she purchased with the small things she had left to trade him for, and he had passed away the day before because of dehydration and exhaustion as she had only stopped to camp every few days as she was desperate to get to Fergus before the war started. With the news of King Cailan and a few Grey Wardens present in Ostagar, she thought that approaching their supposed campsite from another direction would've been more convenient as walking right through the main entrance and getting killed for thinking she was an intruder.
"Okay, Gwen, you can get through this," The youngest Cousland whispered to herself as she stopped by a lake to let out a few breath. She exhaled and inhaled at a faster pace as she began to feel her heart race, and her senses made her feel cautious as the hairs on her skin had suddenly stood up. She felt a pair of eyes - maybe more - watching her as she tried to relax herself. Gwenyth closed her eyes and mumbled, "Don't tell me that there are band-"
An arrow passed by, an inch away from her head. Her eyes narrowed and she grasped her sword and shield, both had been held tightly as she turned around and gasped. A ghoul, of some sort, with a cloth wrapped around its head, his mouth opened with blood and saliva dripped out of it, and it was dressed with armor that seemed to have been more expensive that her own. She gulped and bit her lower lip. "This must be one of those darkspawns that people spoke of," She thought aloud as she felt her heart thumped against her chest as she waited for it to move.
A roar came out from the creature as it charged towards her. Gwenyth clenched onto the sword tight as she ran towards it to meet it halfway. Its sword had scratched her armor, and she became rather agitated at the thought that she worked so hard to buy such armor to only get it scratched with the rusted weapon the creature wielded. She frowned and thrust her sword forward, her eyes stared into the creature's eyes as she pushed the sword right through its chest and swept to the side Blood gushed out and sprayed onto her skin, and she shivered as the body limped and fell to the floor. Though she couldn't sigh or take a relieving sigh as she heard an explosion and turned her head towards the direction. There was some sort of fire beacon and she noticed how close she was to the campsite. The war must've begun, and she was delaying herself. Gwenyth shook her negative thoughts and began to run towards the direction, although hoping not to face too much of those darkspawns along the-
She spoke too soon.