The First Blight: Curse of Dumat [RP/Closed]

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin stopped and turned around to face the mage. "Gratitude?" He snorted. "Why should I? You may have save my life on occasion, but I never wanted it to be saved. I only had to be, because you forced me to live. Had you slain me from the start, I would not need your magic to keep me alive."

He pointed at Theadrin, "And now, you very nearly killed us all. I owe you no gratitude, blighter."

 

[Cinnonym]

The blood mage came away from the stone, stepping toward the elf to look him sternly in the eye. He easily had height on the elf.

?I forced it on you, yes, you poor thing. I forced it on you because the world has need of all capable hands as Grey Wardens, to combat the Blight. Believe me, I would have rather you perished during the Joining than be someone I must rely upon to perform. And yet, here you stand, clothed in ignorance and narcissistic pity, craving peace for yourself while so many others are left to suffer.? Thaedrin?s voice had grown sharp as the words spilled past his lips, but now he paused, and murmured lowly, ?Now tell me again why you ought not be grateful.?

 

[Rosen2012]

The elf's own face twisted with anger and frustration as the mage spoke. How dare he demand he be thankful. How dare he ask anything of him after all he had taken from him?

"The only reason Grey Wardens are needed are because of selfish humans like you!" He spat. "You want me to be grateful! For what1 being forced to clean up the mess of you and your disgusting brethren! Oh yes!" He gave a mocking, flourishing bow, "Oh yes! Constable Theadrin, I am so thankful that you arrogant blighters have the nerve to slaughter my kind to bring a curse upon the world- then force the rest of us to clean up the horrors you have unleashed upon us! The world suffers from the doing of your magic! And you and your kind continue to use it! And you ask I pay you respect!" He took a step back and spit at the Bloodmage's feet.

"I do not fight for you, because you forced me to! Or even for myself! I fight for those you've brought suffering to and for those sleeping back there!" He pointed back into the ruined city. "They are the only ones that deserve anything from me! And they deserve an apology from you!"

 

[Cinnonym]

Thaedrin?s hand lashed out and struck the elf full across the jaw. In the silence of the ruined city, the sound seemed impossibly loud.

?You know nothing of suffering, you worthless wretch, but if you continue to test me I will be certain you learn.? The Constable's expression was one of absolute fury, and it may have been a struggle in the man to stay his hand against another assault, "Get out of my sight, before I make your death wish a reality."

 

[Rosen2012]

The elf snarled after the human struck him. His hand moved to grab his knife, he almost drew it to slash the mage across the face, but Ulrin stopped himself. He glared at the Bloodmage while he spoke and ordered him away. Ulrin had no problems departing from the man's presence. He turned on his heels and stomped off, fist clenched. Though he did look back over his shoulder, wishing he could stab the man through the chest. If not for their situation, he felt he could have.

But cutting into a Bloodmage wouldn't really help would it? Not unless he could take his head off in one swing. Or stabbed him to death in the dead of night while he slept. He clutched at the knife all the way back to the shelter, seething with anger.

Ultin climbed over the other occupants and wedged himself next to Ghil, there was something comforting about being next to the barbarian. Perhaps because she wanted to be in this situation about as much as he did. The elf folded his arms around his chest and shut his eyes trying to sleep his anger off.

 

[Cinnonym]

Thaedrin similarly smoldered during his watch, walking the perimeter to work off his frustration. When dawn came, he ripped back the blanket covering the opening of their makeshift hut, letting the growing daylight onto his sleeping comrades.

"Up. All of you." He turned away from the structure, watching the distance again, "Antiva City is a long way away from here, the sooner we leave the better off we'll be."

Ghil grunted as she sat upright, blinking. There was a dryness in her mouth and a dull ache behind her eyes that she didn't like. Still, she clutched at her broadsword and gently shook the elves beside her awake.

 

[FortyThree]

Diocles awoke with a yawn. It hadn't been the best night's rest, but it had been an excellent night. He was content and fairly happy, despite his miserable circumstances and companions. The prior night was a little foggy, but what he remembered was quite nice. He habitually reached for his gear, only slightly put off when he realized he had none of it.

"Good morning."

 

[ShadowFolk]

Sulahn'nehn rose reluctantly, stretching her back to alleviate the aches caused by the hard ground. She covered her mouth, shielding rather large yawn. She greeted her companions the same as the archer did. Unlike him, she had not forgotten she was without her staff and left their place of rest. She did not go far, she awaited Diocles to accompany her.

"I've never traveled by boat. Is it very awful?"

 

[Cinnonym]

"The boat is small, it will do much of the rocking." Ghil clapped Sulahn'nehn on the shoulder as she passed, heading to the bank to get the craft into the water, "I hope you will not be sick!"

Thaedrin held Alrik back as the others followed Ghil to board the boat, "Listen. Assuming the damn thing doesn't sink the moment you step into it, we will be vulnerable if the Darkspawn find us. Worse, if it's Alamarri. Be watchful."

 

[ShadowFolk]

Sulahn'nehn's face greened at the possibility of becoming ill due to the motion. It was going to be an extremely long trip...

"Maybe I should ride on the outside..."

 

[FortyThree]

"Center shakes the least, actually. Come on, I don't remember it being much worse than a horse."

He gave Sul half a smile, helping her into the craft.

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin awoke still feeling as annoyed as he had when he went to sleep. Theadrin had a knack for consistently souring his mood. Not that it was usually pleasant. However he did nothing to hide his contempt for the bloodmage as they made their way to the boat.

He looked to Ghil and spkoe in a low voice to her, "If the boat does not make us sick, I know dealing with that man will. "

 

[Cinnonym]

Ghil's brows raised at the remark; not that it wasn't true, only that she had assumed it went without saying.

"What is it now?"

 

[duckflesh]

Alrik nodded to Thaedrin, looking equally grim. "Lucky us, Alamarri have not so many archers. Have to wade in to get us."

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin looked up at the barbarian woman. "Theadrin..." the elf looked over his shoulder at the man briefly before looking back at Ghil, "Last night when he took over the watch.. He was just his usual upsetting self. Demanding things of us he does not deserve." He huffed, and crossed his arms. "How I wish the Alamarr had killed him instead."

 

[Cinnonym]

Ghil reached over, squeezing the elf?s shoulder reassuringly, ?And here we are, obeying.?

?Remain aware,? Thaedrin said to his fellow Wardens as he climbed into the boat, ?Enemies on the shore will not damage the boat as surely as debris in the river.?

The craft was carried by the current, more swiftly than their feet could have carried them by far. Alrik was at the rear, directing their route with the handle of his greataxe at Thaedrin?s direction. Tension between the Wardens left the drift downstream an oppressive atmosphere, but the silver lining for some, at least, was that Thaedrin didn?t speak a single word beyond the boat?s navigation.

 

[Rosen2012]

"I'm not obeying him becuse he is right, Ghil. I am only working to keep us alive." He nodded to her before retuning his attentions ahead at help keep an eye out for any debris or dangerthat could cause damage to their vessel.

 

[ShadowFolk]

There was no plus side to being trapped on a small boat with Thaedrin. Or being stuck anywhere with him for that matter. The boat itself was about what she'd expected. The swaying, the ups and downs made her feel a bit ill, but if the center was the best spot for her to be in, she did not want to imagine what the outer side was like. Sulahn'nehn focused on her feet rather than the shifting horizon, groaning.

 

[FortyThree]

Diocles kept his ears open, but did not speak. He eyes stayed on poor Sul, and he rubbed her back with one hand in an attempt to soothe her. It seemed he was the only one still in a good mood. Still, he restrained himself from attempts at levity, they likely wouldn't go over well.

 

[Cinnonym]

Hours later, Thaedrin stood and called a halt. They were soon to reach the bay, and they lacked paddles to navigate it. He directed his comrades out of the boat, and let the current sweep it away. It was a miracle it had lasted this long, besides.

?We?ve no choice but to go the rest of the way on foot. Come, let?s hurry.?

Ghil looked north, toward the direction of the city; plumes of black smoke rose from the horizon. ?That does not look good.?

?Darkspawn. Fasta vass. Vorenus should have sent us with some damned griffons. Let?s move. Things will be grim if we continue at this pace.?