After the Calling

A fireball flew past his face close enough to singe his beard. He would’ve been angry at the spellcaster, but they’d done this many times before. They’d fought together for decades, which is something he never would have expected when he was younger. Fighting side by side with someone from the surface was something unheard of when you grew up in The Commons of Orzammar.

The fireball exploded in the middle of a group of Hurlocks. He turned his axe toward the next darkspawn coming at him. He didn’t thank the mage for the assistance. Surviving this fight wasn’t a priority for them. They’d had their Calling and they knew that death was approaching. The only thing they could do now was take as many darkspawn with them as they could.

After taking down a Genlock with a well placed cleave of his axe, the rest of the darkspawn parted. Coming through the gap was an ogre, a monstrous creature easily twice as tall as him. He looked back to his elven mage companion. They nodded to each other before turning to face this newest threat. They weren’t going to back down from it, even though it was one of the toughest creatures in all the world.

They were Grey Wardens. Dying fighting the darkspawn was what they did.

17 comments on “After the Calling

  1. Twindaddy's avatar Twindaddy says:

    Come on, we can take ’em!

  2. 1jaded1's avatar 1jaded1 says:

    Yes. Go for it.

  3. djmatticus's avatar djmatticus says:

    More more more! What happens next?

  4. Frickin darkspawn. You are really making me want to play Dragon Age again, lol!

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