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

[duckflesh]

Delphina rolled her eyes, stepping forward and giving the best curtsy she could with pants on.

"Please excuse the wandering tongues of my fellows, ma'am. We bring greetings and regards from Warden Commander Trajan Vorenus. I am sorry to inform you, if you do not already know, that a substantial host of Darkspawn is marching on your city. If you would be so kind as to help us get in touch with the city guard, we would like to assist them in setting up a defense. Time, I fear, is extremely short."

 

[Slycne]

"Hmph, mother not around to teach you proper respect boy?" The final word rolled out like a curse. "Or are all wardens just this cocksure? From the looks of your armor, perhaps you shouldn't be so flippant." The old crone fumed from under a bristle-like brow, long since grown accustomed to her air of authority and even less accustomed to it being trampled on. Delphina's response finally cut the tension, and the matron seemed noticeably relieved to be talking to a woman instead.

"If you wish to stand the walls, I see no reason to stop you, but there is another matter that weighs in the air..." She let the sentence hang before continuing. "What is your Warden Commander planning? Your order commands one of the strongest forces in the realm, in addition to the lands and fortress of fiefdom. Some are beginning to question your intentions."