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Fenlin

Dareth shiral

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a character in “Dragon Age: The Dragon's Ballad”, as played by Kaname_Takashi

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❝Fenlin❞
❝Andaran atish’an.❞
Masashi Hamauzu | Defiers of Fate



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| Name |
Fenlin

| Nickname |
Fen

| Gender |
Male

| Age |
22

| Sexuality |
Heterosexual.

| Race |
Dalish Elf

| Status |
Rogue

| Eye Color |
Golden-brown

| Hair Color |
Orange

| Height |
5'7"

| Weight |
160 lbs

| Skin Tone |
Tan

| Distinct Markings |
Like many, Fenlin has a tattoo across his face that represents the Elven deity of hunting.

| Physical Description |
Standin at 5'7" Fenlin thinks of himself as neither tall or short. His body is toned and firm from years of training and hunting in the forests where his Dalish clan travels. His features are sharp and angled, very typically elven even if one doesn't look at his pointed ears. Like many in his clan, his eyes are a golden-brown color, sharp and calculating when scanning the surrounding forest areas. Fen's hair is mostly short, his head is shaved almost completely from one side to the other. The front and top parts of his head are covered in thick orange hued hair that goes down to about his shoulders and is pulled back from his face via a ponytail.

| Weapon(s) |
Shortbow: Fenlin's shortbow has been passed down in his family for generations, from on great hunter to the next. He inherited it sooner than most after his father was injured severely by a bear out on the forest and became unable to walk properly.

Daggers: As is customary, Fenlin carries around 2 daggers with him to aid in hunting and battle. He had actually bought his current pair when trading with humans.

| Potential Interest |
N/A

| Family |
Father: Suledin | 45 | Alive
Mother: Lath | 43 | Alive
Siblings: Asania | 22 | Alive

| Personality |
Fenlin, just like his sister, is usually calm and and observant, but like most of the Dalish Fenlin holds great pride and respect for his lost heritage. He is fiercely protective of his clan and has very low tolerance for human bigotry. He pities city elves, holding the same views of his kin that their freedom is an illusion and they are nothing more than pets for humans.

When talking to others, Fenlin tends to come off as off-putting with his demeanor. Outside of his clan he trusts no one and so usually remains quiet and observes those around him. Limited interaction with other species has also left him ignorant to their cultures. Human's were the other beings that his Dalish clan had been in contact with the most and when they did interact with one another the results weren't always good, thus Fenlin is even more weary when it comes to humans.

This elf does have a soft side though, especially when it comes to his twin. Although he never coddles or babies her, there is always a softness in the way he looks at her. Fenlin had been one of the first to begin treating her the same after she lost her eyesight, though it was really just a more subtle way to help her out in situations.

| History |
There was nothing really sad that had happened to Fenlin in his entire life. He grew up loved with everything the Dalish could offer him within reach. He was by no means spoiled though, having gone out and hunted with his father from the moment he was big enough to hold a bow. The worst situation he had ever been in had to be when Asania had gotten sick and come out of the ordeal blind. Even still this had done nothing but make the bond between the twins stronger.

As he became older he became one of their best hunters, even before his father became crippled after a run-in with a rabid bear in the forests. Since then Fenlin has taken on a more protective role in the village, wanting to make sure that his family would be safe.

So begins...

Fenlin's Story

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"Dareth shiral"




The sounds of wagon wheels turning and the sound of hooves from the halla filled the air. The Dalish were a nomadic people and it just happen to be that time of the season where they were relocating their camp. They had actually be traveling for days from the Frostback Mountain are and were heading towards the Brecilian Forest. It was a long journey but it was also something that the Dalish were used to.

"Do you hear that?" Asania asked, her head turned towards the left. It was faint but she could hear the sounds of clashing metal, horns, and even the cry of the trees and earth as though they were in pain. She set her the bottom of her staff down on the ground, there was nothing indicating that whatever was going on was moving towards their clan but she still wanted to make sure.

"Hmm?" Fenlin asked, noticing his sister had stopped moving. "At the last human village we were at, I heard the humans were gathering in mass with the Grey Wardens at Ostagar." He wasn't able to hear what she could, but the direction she was looking in was were the ruins were located. "I wouldn't worry about it, they're too far away to bother us." He grabbed onto her sleeve gently, tugging her to keep walking with the rest of the clan.

Suddenly the caravan stopped as the keeper stood before everyone, asking them to be silent and present him with their attention. "We have reports of Darkspawn from the scouts." He announced loudly, a loud murmur passing throughout the elves. "Hunters be at your ready and no one wonder off alone. We should be all right once we breach the forest boundaries."

Fenlin looked back towards Asania, making sure she was still by his side. She was, but her head was once again turned towards Ostagar. It would take them hours to reach Brecilian Forest, but the Dalish clan would make it safely and without much incident. No darkspawn had managed to attack them, the halla were content, and the forest appeared to be peaceful.

"Keeper Zathrian?" Asania asked as she moved closer to the man. She could hear his acknowledgment, a soft 'hmmm' as though he was preoccupied with something. "I have something I wish to do." She stated firmly, giving the man the sternest look she could muster. She could feel the slightest shift in the air as Zathrian turned towards her. "I wish to head to Ostagar."

Silence followed her request and she wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad one. Finally, Zathrian spoke. "And may I ask why?"

"Yes explain, why exactly do you need to go there?" Came Fenlin's angry voice from behind her. Asania had no idea how she missed his arrival, but it was really too late to turn back now.

"I feel a pull, as though I'm supposed to be there. I want to help, make a difference against the darkspawn. My gift is wasted her when you have talent such as Lanaya to watch over the clan as the next Keeper. There is so much I could for the Grey Wardens or at least that is what I believe." Needless to say, it took hours of arguing amounts the three of them before some kind of decision was made.

Zathrian allowed Asania her time away from the clan, though mostly out of guilt for denying her the position of first. There was also one condition that needed to be maintained in order for her to journey; Fenlin would have to accompany her. The elven hunter only agreed to the task out of respect for Zathrian, not liking the idea of his sister leaving the safety of the clan.

It was eaves harder to get away from their parents, both of whom were angry that their daughter would go and ask such a thing of the Keeper. Their father had been so angry that he had refused to go to the camp entrance to wish his children a farewell and safe journey. With choruses of 'Dareth shiral' and wishes of safe return home after their journey, the twins headed out of Brecilian Forest and in the direction of Ostagar.

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"Fenlin." Asania whispered to her brother as she moved to stand behind one of the larger trees in the foliage. There was a large group of people walking away from Ostagar. The young elf couldn't help but wonder if something happened. They were certainly walking too calmly to be in retreat and she could still hear the battle raging off in the distance.

"That's Logains' flag they're holding." Fenlin replied in his own whisper as he observed the army, even the Dalish knew of the human nobleman. The road they were traveling on would eventually lead them to Denerim, or at least that was where Fenlin believed them to be going. "This is strange." The elf muttered to himself before lightly touching his sister's hand, signaling that it was time for them to move on.

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The smell hit the twins before they saw anything. Asania shivered as the mix of death, decay, and blood reached her nose. It was a horrible stench, one she wished to be rid of soon. She stopped as Fenlin reached a hand out in front of her to stop her from going forward. Despite her ability to 'see' by reaching out with her magic, while still being in the confines of the forest everything essentially looked the same to her. Fenlin was therefore, seeing for the both of them.

The sight before him left him glad for once in his entire life that his sister couldn't see the carnage. Bodies littered the earth, all ranging from human to dwarf with an array of darkspawn scattered between them. He could hear the roar of ogres in the distance, the sound of clashing metal between the darkspawn and members of Cailin's army that still happened to be alive. Something in his peripheral vision caught Fenlin's eye.

A woman, charging the darkspawn, before being taken down by a blow to the back with the Hurlock's sword. The creature screamed in pain at the wound the woman had inflicted upon it before her fall. The thing raised it's sword in anger, ready to make sure the woman would breathe her last breath, but Fenlin's bow was quickly in his hands, arrow at the ready before firing and hitting its target right in the beasts forehead. It reeled back, stumbling and dropping its sword, but Fenlin darted out of their hiding place with his daggers in his hand and swiftly finished off the Hurlock before it could gain its bearings once more.

Asania all but stumbled after her brother, the serious amount of magic being used in the distance messing with her line of sight. Still, her brother's energy was a thing she was quiet familiar with so she avoided the bodies as best she could before reaching his side. The woman was the next thing she noticed, shallow breathing and the life all but leaving her body. The redhead knelt before the stranger, before a warm blue energy filling the air around the two woman as Asania's eyes turned an eerie white. The fallen warrior before her needed to be healed and that was what Asania's goal was.

"Let's move it along there Nia, time is of the essence." Fenlin announced in a hurried voice, his eyes darting in every direction so he could fend off any possible attack before it reached his sister.

"Patience is a virtue, Fen. Healing takes time, I can't rush it." She spoke politely in response. Asania paused for a second, her energy fluctuating, before continuing on with her work. Her magic had touched something
strange within the other woman, something that should have not been inside. Regardless the young elf continued on with her healing. The wounds of the woman disappearing in a matter of moments, leaving nothing behind but a few very faint scars that would go unnoticed unless someone was looking for them. "Are you alright?" She asked as the woman began to stir ever so slightly.

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Darkness filled most of Aeryn’s world. There was the light fluttering of wings echoing through her ears as a feeling of warmth engulfed her being. She could hear voices, voices she didn’t recognize. Of course, she didn’t know everyone’s voice, but these two were distinctly unfamiliar. She tried to move, but felt her body restrained by an unbearable weight. There was a sharp pain in her shoulder as she tried to move it. With the pain, she snapped her eyes open and let out a painful cry. With her face to the ground, all she could see were a pair of feet, one obviously belonging to a male, the other a female. She twisted her head a bit to catch a glimpse of the one responsible for healing her.

“Are you alright?” the female asked as Aeryn tried to sit up. Her body fell limp back into the grass as she rested her body for a moment. If she were in better spirits, she might have scoffed and questioned the questioning of someone if they were alright when clearly they were not. The fields were still burning with rotting flesh as the skies still cried with colors of purple and indigo. So the battle has been lost, she thought as she finally managed to gain control of her muscles. She lifted herself up slowly, her back stretching to accommodate the newly healed wound as she turned to face her healer.

“Thank you,” she finally muttered as she took in the woman’s fiery red hair. It was the woman’s ears that gave her race away when Aeryn turned to the identical male beside her. “As much as I’d like to thank you more, we should probably head out. This battle is done for. Loghain,” she began as she clenched her fists together, “has betrayed us,” she finished while grabbing the dagger from the fallen darkspawn. “Might need this later,” she muttered, placing it in a holster to her side.

“We should probably head for the Kokari wilds. We can move around the darkspawn that way,” she stated, glancing around to make sure they were in the clear.

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Asania shifted away from the other woman as the latter moved her head, revealing the most curious shade of green that Fen had ever seen. It wasn't long after that the stranger was back on her feet. "Thank you," Asania could tell the other woman was looking her over, the feeling of staring was something she knew well, and then looked over towards where she sensed Fenlin was. "As much as I'd like to thank you more, we should probably head out. This battle is done for. Loagain
has betrayed us." Both elves could hear the anger and hatred in the tone of this woman's voice.

Slowly, Asania stood herself, brushing off the back of her robes and hoping that there wasn't any blood. She had little faith though, she may not have been able to see the field but if the number of bodies scattered about were any indication the elven woman probably had some somewhere.

"We saw your Logain earlier human," Fenlin spoke with a very matter-of-fact tone, it was also a subtly way to alert his sister as to what the other woman actually was. "It would appear he was heading towards Denirim."

"We should probably head for the Kokari wilds. We can move around the darkspawn that way."The woman they saved spoke logically. Fenlin walked over to his sister, grabbing her arm by the elbow lightly to direct her in the direction they were to be traveling.

"As is wise of them," The rogue spoke as he walked passed the woman to lead the party. He was used to the forest, knew it's tricks and what belonged, what didn't. "Asha'belannar rules the Wilds." The Dalish usually avoided this area just for that reason, they were not naive enough to believe themselves to be strong enough to fight her or be immune to her cruelty. Swiftly, Fenlin took his first steps into the brush and looked back at the two woman, nodding his head in confirmation for them to move.

Asania could sense the confusion coming from the other woman. After all, Fenlin had used her Elven name instead of one that the human would be familiar with. She smiled warmly to the stranger as she clarified. "I believe your people call her Flemeth. By the way, I am Asania and that is my brother Fenlin." The mage's tone was friendly as she spoke. "Your body will be sore from the healing so take it easy. And it is a pleasure to meet you
Warden." She whispered the last part, not sure if the other woman wanted her to tell the elven rogue of what she was. Asania had felt the taint in the Warden, that was what she had to have been if she was still standing. Zathrian had always spoken of the unnatural feeling that the Grey Wardens possessed and now Asanai knew for herself just why that was. Taking her staff firmly in her hands, Asania followed after her brother, this time cautiously moving over each body as to not disturb their tragic resting place.

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”I stumbled upon the first people who would eventually help me end this war. Of course, first meetings are not always so grand. Asania and Fenlin were the duo who would help me embrace my father’s lineage and these two, well
if it were not for those two, I probably would have been dead long ago.”



”We saw your Loghain earlier human,” the male elf spoke as swiftly as Aeryn had. He mentioned the Teryn was heading towards Denerim. Probably to tell his daughter of her husband’s demise, she bitterly thought before her eyes snapped towards Fenlin. He had gently grabbed Asania’s elbow and turned her towards the wilds. So, she’s blind, Aeryn thought as Fenlin spoke again.

“I know of Asha’bellannar, and who are my people?” she questioned as Asania introduced herself and her brother. “There is no word for my people,” Aeryn continued as she grabbed her side. Although she was wounded on the back, a pain on her side was nudging her. In reality, she was a little upset that Fenlin just insulted her heritage. Just because she looked human did not mean she is. She shook the thoughts from her head. Now was not the time to be bull-headed about a frivolous matter. Besides, Asania was trying to be friendly in a time of death.

“Forgive my rudeness. I am Aeryn Norre’mitore,” she apologized and introduced herself. She winced as the pain at her side subsided. She rubbed it gently trying to sooth it away. “We should probably go now,” she stated, watching as more darkspawn filled the bloodied battlefield. She glanced around and spotted an opening. “We can go this way,” she stated as she began to trudge through the dense thicket. She didn’t pay attention to see if she was being followed by the two elves, but regardless they needed to leave the field. As she made her way through, she spotted two figures. Two men to be precise, who were having a one-sided conversation by the looks of it.

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Talan




Trust is a powerful thing. So easy to give, yet so easy to exploit. Trust is much more easily given when powering over another. The only thing one must trust in whole-heartedly is one's self. In the Qunari, one's self is Qunari, and therefore, they must trust only in the Will of the Qun.




The man's acquiescence was clear in his voice. Talan scoffed at his reply. The man was there to fight, nothing more. Talan's impression of him was true then. He seemed interesting, in his own way. However, Talan realized that he would probably not know where to find a Grey Warden, but he gave his word to help the man, and he would do so, even if it was detrimental to the expedience of his mission.

Talan opened his mouth to inquire about something else when Anaan growled lightly. Talan glanced at him, his demeanor changing to that of a soldier, stoic and ready. Talan lifted his right index finger to his lips, signaling to the man to keep quiet. He closed his eyes, feeling the forest, and that was when he heard it, the rustling of the underbrush, unmistakable. Talan gripped his bow and an arrow from his quiver, then rocketed upwards aiming the bow at three figures, two Dalish elves(it's easy to spot if you look), one male, one female, and a half-elf, female.

An average person may not have been able to tell that the girl was a half-elf, usually they just look at the ears at hers didn't have even the slightest point to them. Growing up in the Val Royeaux Alienage(the largest Alienage on the continent) Talan saw his fair share of half-elves. They all had the same look in their eyes, not of an elf, and not of a human, but a look of their own. Most elves hated humans too much to bother noticing that about the half-elves, and the humans hated elves too much to do the same. Then, there was Talan.

With an arrow loaded into the bow, the string pulled back and at the ready he said, "Who are you?"

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Talan




Racism is a powerful force in the land. Elves hate humans, humans hate elves, and dwarves have an equal dislike of everyone that isn't underground, even their own kind. The power one holds is shared within a community, and that power must be sent upon something else. If one's community is one's whole race, then the only people to unload one's power on, is another race. All under the Will of the Qun are Qunari, there is no racial strife, or at least none is tolerated. The Will of the Qun causes equality.




Talan watched the ensuing scene and slowly lowered his bow with a great deal of acquiescence. He returned the arrow to his quiver and slipped the bow back around himself, but he was still ready to draw Shok at a moment's notice. He glanced at the one male elf and said, "I always found it interesting how the Dalish say shemlen. It is exactly the same way the humans call the elves knife-ears."

Talan never liked the Dalish facial tattoos, he thought it took away from the beauty of the Elvish face. The man was decent enough, Talan didn't like his hair color or style(an important thing in Talan's mind) though. However, now was not the time to be gauging the man's attractiveness. Without waiting for a response from the elf, He turned his gaze to the woman whom had stepped forward. She was a mage, something Talan didn't like.

He stepped back, next to the man he was just about to help. He kept his gaze on the mage, he didn't trust her, and said, "So, Chevalier," the term was meant to be ironic, for Talan hadn't bothered asking the man's name, "Or whatever they call them in Ferelden. Do you want her to heal you? Personally I think she should be chained up and collared like the Saarebas she is, but it's up to you."

He didn't use Qunlat often, when talking to none Qunari, but he always referred to mages as Saarebas, not trusting them at all, thinking them all 'dangerous things.'

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Galen stiffened as the wolf growled, alerting them of others in the forest. His hand closed around the staff of his polearm, which lay on the ground next to him. He wouldn’t be of much help if it came down to him needing to use it. He wasn’t sure he could even get up anymore, at this point. He was tired. All he wanted to do was sleep. Was that so hard to ask?

The scowl on his face deepened when he heard the voices. He couldn’t focus on them very well, but as they drew nearer, he realized it was two elves and a human. Elves. It wasn’t that he hated them... It was just... they were always so pretty and dainty. And pretty and dainty had no place in a warrior’s world. Then one of them- the female elf began to move toward him. “I could fix that.” His gaze slid up to note the staff on her back and he raised the end of his polearm, about to tell her to stay back, when the man who had first come across him spoke up.

"So, Chevalier," the term was meant to be ironic, for Talan hadn't bothered asking the man's name, "Or whatever they call them in Ferelden. Do you want her to heal you? Personally I think she should be chained up and collared like the Saarebas she is, but it's up to you." Galen let out a hiss. He recognized that filthy language immediately. He would have attacked the man the moment he’d seen him if he had known. And to think, he had almost let him touch him. “Filthy Qunari dog!” He stabbed the end of the polearm into the ground and used it to pull himself up. “I do not want help from any of you! Not mages. Not Qunari animals.”

Standing up had been a bad idea. Galen had known it the moment his feet were flat on the ground. His head spun and stars danced across his vision. “Just leave me,” he growled. He would rather die than allow either of them to touch him. And as darkness took over his mind, he thought that it might just happen that way. His mind went black and he sank back down to the ground in a heap.

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Before Aeryn could respond, the male elf known as Fenlin, spoke to the man who had his bow drawn. Asania hushed Fenlin as the man lowered his bow and his wolf ceased to growl. When Asania mentioned help towards the wounded man lying on the floor, the man with the bow spoke about Asania being chained up because of being a mage. A frown marred Aeryn’s face before she stepped forward.

“Now is not the time to be determining who is what and what they should be. If she can help, let her help. These times are not bright with the darkspawn still on the loose and most of my fellow wardens are dead,” she spoke, her tone firm, yet still retaining a certain softness. She was tired and there was no need to fight against someone who wasn’t a darkspawn. If there were able-bodied hands around, she could use them. “If you are done playing superior race, I think it is wise that we move this man into a haven until he can be looked at,” she continued.

The man had expressed distaste for both the mage and the man, whom he stated to be Qunari, so the only option there was is that Aeryn would have to treat his wounds. She walked over to the man and squatted to take a closer look at his wounds. She traced a finger around it before motioning for Fenlin to assist her in heaving this man up and carrying him into the wilds. She might have been small, but she was a soldier as capable as any man.

“We need to move before the Darkspawn become curious around these parts. Once we are out of the fire, then you may continue to eat each other’s throats out,” she stated as she lifted the injured man’s arm around her shoulders. She sighed, fatigue still plaguing her body as she turned towards Asania and the man with the wolf.

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Fenlin continued to glare at the brunette human, his eyes darkening in distaste. Racial tensions were high between there kinds, humans an elves had a long history of war and distrust. Fenlin would argue that most of that stemmed from the humans more than the elves, their fear of the unknown being what had resulted in their attacks on the elven people from their arrival in Thedas millennia ago. The young elf took a deep breath though, not bothering to reply to the human male, after all what he said was true. There was nothing to argue with or against.

It didn't take long for the man with the wolf to anger him though, to make his blood boil. The term Saarebas was enough for Fenlin to know that this human was more than he appeared. Few times had the Dalish had run-ins with Qunari, but how they treated their people who possessed magic was no secret. "Qunari scum!" He hissed, grabbing at his daggers and drawing them out of their sheaths. "Ar tu na'lin emma mi!" He took a step in their direction, but Asania was in front of her brother in a second, blocking his path.

"Calm yourself Fenlin." She said sternly, hand pressed to her brothers chest to keep him in place. The mage knew that her brother had no true problem with the Qunari, not with the people themselves anyway, just their treatment of their mages. Asania truly tried to let the comment just slide off of her, each culture had their customs and it really wasn't her place to judge, regardless of how hurtful the comments may have been to her.

The redhead noticed Aeryn move from her and Fenlin, making her way towards the injured man. The young woman's reasoning was sound enough and Asania wholeheartedly agreed with her that safety was of the utmost importance at the moment, regardless of how the trio's new company would treat her. Noticing that both, Fen had calmed down from his earlier bout of rage and that Aeryn was motioning for him to assist her, Asania gave her brother a gentle push in the other woman's direction. Fenlin left her side reluctantly, his eyes never really leaving the Qunari's form.

Taking the injured man's other arm and slinging it around his neck, Fenlin adjusted to the additional weight. He noticed Aeryn tense a bit as she too adjusted as he remembered that it wasn't too long ago that she too had been injured. "Asania could do another healing on you if you'd like. It could help if you are in pain, she also carries a few herbs around with her if you feel tired and sore. Or," His golden eyes drifted to the man in-between them. "If you are against her using magic to heal you." If it had not been for the sudden shift in weight, Fenlin would have never noticed the man had passed out. With a frown on his face, he hefted the other man more securely on his shoulder.

"Which way should we be going?" Asania asked as she placed her hand on the trunk of the tree next to her, her eyes turned in the direction of her brother. The mage was not a traveller and though she could tell which way was north and the like, she was by no means a navigator. Outside of the paths where the Dalish travelled, she knew were nothing was.

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#, as written by Zentose
Talan




Community is important to people. Collective strength is greater than any individual. Evolving in tribes made this become ever prevalent in the collective unconscious. The Dalish are extremely involved in tight-knit communities, they are a great example of collective strength. Most Kingdoms are so detached within themselves that they can hardly be known as a collective. The Qunari are united, the Qunari are a universal collective, the Qunari are all Qun.




Much to Talan's surprise, the man he had nicknamed "Chevalier" recognized the term Saarebas, no Ferelden Natives would have recognized it, for few if any Qunari had come here. That meant that he wasn't a native Ferelden, he was either from the Free Marches, Tevinter, or Seheron itself(he had no semblance of an accent so Talan assumed he wasn't from Orlais). A smirk rose on Talan's face as the man tried to get away, pathetically falling onto the ground not long afterwards. He insulted the Qun, so any pain, or even death, dealt upon him was justified.

Then a second person expressed disdain for the Qunari, calling them scum. It was less surprising that the Dalish, whom travel to other lands, not just Ferelden, would know about the Qun, but the man was still a mystery. Talan glared at the elf as he drew his daggers and wagged his tongue in Elvish. Talan drew Shok in an instant, but the elf had barely any time at all to come near when the Saarebas stopped him.

Talan smirked and was about to speak when another woman stepped forward, the half-elf. She spoke calmly and collectively, but Talan ignored most of what she said other than, 'my fellow wardens.' Her fellow wardens, serendipity had shined it's light on Talan, running into the only Grey Warden left on the battlefield(from what she said he assumed this). He was not too fond of her being a woman, but a mission is a mission and he didn't have to like her. The male elf went and helped the Grey Warden after her speech. He caught the Saarebas's name as the male elf spoke, but instantly forgot it, not caring enough to remember.

"Looks like the Saarebas has you collared, boy," Talan said, mockingly, "But the Warden is right, we had best not be at each other's throats if we want out of this alive, seeing as we are going to be carrying around that wounded dathrasi," Talan picked up the supplies he was ready to use on the dathrasi, and put them back into his pack, "We had best head to Lothering, but avoid the main roads seeing as they aer most likely overrun by darkspawn by now, or soon will be. We don't have the speed to escape quickly enough either, because of the dathrasi."

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Character Portrait: Asania Character Portrait: Fenlin Character Portrait: Talan Character Portrait: Galen Tolland Character Portrait: Aeryn Norre'mitore
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#, as written by Sammael
Aeryn shook her head as Fenlin mentioned another healing. Her healing could wait, but the man they were carrying needed tending to first. She felt fatigued, almost as if she were carrying a heavy burden on her shoulders. With an ounce of strength, she managed to lift the man so that she was comfortable. She glanced at the other man who had used the Qunlat language as he spoke about Lothering. It would be safe, but many people would be heading there for refuge. It was a start at least.

“Just try not to kill each other until we survive this mess. The darkspawn and other unpleasant beings will be loitering around the main roads, so like you said, we had better avoid them,” she stated. The Qunari male was correct in avoiding the main roads though. She couldn’t stress enough the importance of evading the darkspawn. Although the three in front of her were probably more capable to handle them, with two injured, it’d be hard to keep up. It wouldn’t matter if they left her or the injured man, they would still be outnumbered and killed.

“Asania, could you heal this man a bit? If he can recover some of his wounds, perhaps we would have a better chance at survival. We need every capable body if we are going to venture through the Kokari Wilds,” she stated as she turned to the female elf.

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Fenlin and Asania



The eyes of the male elf narrowed on Talans' form as he continued with his jabbing. This man was truly a human who represented just about everything that Fenlin found wrong in man-kind. He would have fought back, protecting his sister from the Qunari's spiteful words but he suspected that that may have been what the man was looking for: a reason to fight them, to condemn Asania. So instead he remained silent and focused on Aeryn instead.

Neither elf could argue with Aeryn's reasoning. There were tons of darkspawn in the area and their tiny group of unlikely companions were very much outnumbered at the current time. Death at the hands of darkspawn were not something that the siblings hoped to achieve in their life. The creatures did more than just kill their victims, sometimes torturing their prey appealed more to the brutes than the actually killing.

Asania's head lifted slightly in the direction of the Warden. The young elf was quite reluctant to actually heal the unconscious man. He obviously did not like magic or mages and she did not wish to cause any more tension then what was already present. On the other hand the group could not stop to properly treat his injuries, which may cause him to bleed out before they escaped the confines of the Wilds. A soft sigh escaped her as she hesitantly made her way towards where she sensed her brother.

Fenlin watched his sister carefully as she approached them. He was quite impressed with her maneuvering at the moment, despite the limitations that her blindness caused her. Asania placed her hands near the injured man, her magic flaring and causing a blue light to shine from her body. Her eyes once more turned an eerie white right before the wounds on the unconscious man began to slowly mend. It took time, healing deadly injuries always did.

"I am done." The mage spoke moments later, her hands dropping to her side and her magic calming from her activities. "He should be fine for the time being, probably a little sore just as you are Aeryn but that's to be expected when the body heals so rapidly. I have some herbs for that though if you or he, when he wakes up, want." She smiled politely as she stepped back, touching her brother's arm briefly in balance.

"Alright," Fenlin announced, giving his sister a once over before turning his head in the direction of Aeryn and then the Qunari. "To Lothering then."