Orders were orders, so when Cassian had been told to go and find the other Warden, and drag him back to the barracks kicking and screaming if he had to, Cass hadn't questioned the order. He had spent a good portion of his life following orders, this one was no different from a dozen others he had received over the years, and would no doubt, not be the last.
Find and bring back Felix De Villers.
The man was AWOL again, and it wasn't the first time. Typically Grey Wardens were in it for life, at least, ones like him and Felix. Murder, that had been the charge, at sixteen. He'd be told he could hang, or join up and do something with his life. And that had been twenty-nine years ago. Shit, he was getting to old for this at this point. Traipsing all over the country side looking for a man that probably would be the death of him at some point.
Hopefully not soon, Cass had a few more things he had to do before he could make the "grand sacrifice" everyone was always talking about. Shit, he didn't want to sacrifice anything, he'd fight a man in a fair fight, or if needs dictated, but this whole dying for a cause, he'd never quite swallowed the doctrine on that, fully. Never fully. Never to the point where he was volunteering to be one of the first out the door to fight a dragon, or dark spawn. Never to the point where he couldn't ignore the small tug inside him towards danger.
Or so he'd keep telling himself, as he rode down the road that could only be described as dirt path, letting the horse take him towards the next inn where he'd spend the night, restock supplies, and continue to the next town, asking questions about the man he was in pursuit of. Except, that really wasn't how the plan was going to go today, he realized as he heard the yelling from up ahead, children, and a woman's voice, amid gruffer male voices.
That just wouldn't do.
He spurred the horse from her sedate trot into a full out canter towards the screams, his eyes assessing what was happening before him as he rounded the bend and made the tactics in his mind in a split second.
Six men, probably slavers, a woman, most likely a skilled fighter, and at least ten kids, more may be hidden in the underbrush already, but they were all under the age of ten. None of them would have even begun the drills small frontier towns would have put the boys through as an extra body against darkspawn and the Blight, so the woman was incredibly outnumbered. And thankfully he wasn't in his full plate.
Letting the horse have her head, he pulled his greatsword from it's strap on his back and released the catches splitting it into two smaller swords.
@Calista
Find and bring back Felix De Villers.
The man was AWOL again, and it wasn't the first time. Typically Grey Wardens were in it for life, at least, ones like him and Felix. Murder, that had been the charge, at sixteen. He'd be told he could hang, or join up and do something with his life. And that had been twenty-nine years ago. Shit, he was getting to old for this at this point. Traipsing all over the country side looking for a man that probably would be the death of him at some point.
Hopefully not soon, Cass had a few more things he had to do before he could make the "grand sacrifice" everyone was always talking about. Shit, he didn't want to sacrifice anything, he'd fight a man in a fair fight, or if needs dictated, but this whole dying for a cause, he'd never quite swallowed the doctrine on that, fully. Never fully. Never to the point where he was volunteering to be one of the first out the door to fight a dragon, or dark spawn. Never to the point where he couldn't ignore the small tug inside him towards danger.
Or so he'd keep telling himself, as he rode down the road that could only be described as dirt path, letting the horse take him towards the next inn where he'd spend the night, restock supplies, and continue to the next town, asking questions about the man he was in pursuit of. Except, that really wasn't how the plan was going to go today, he realized as he heard the yelling from up ahead, children, and a woman's voice, amid gruffer male voices.
That just wouldn't do.
He spurred the horse from her sedate trot into a full out canter towards the screams, his eyes assessing what was happening before him as he rounded the bend and made the tactics in his mind in a split second.
Six men, probably slavers, a woman, most likely a skilled fighter, and at least ten kids, more may be hidden in the underbrush already, but they were all under the age of ten. None of them would have even begun the drills small frontier towns would have put the boys through as an extra body against darkspawn and the Blight, so the woman was incredibly outnumbered. And thankfully he wasn't in his full plate.
Letting the horse have her head, he pulled his greatsword from it's strap on his back and released the catches splitting it into two smaller swords.
Get away from those kids!He yelled, as he launched from his horse and into the man raising a sword to strike at the red-headed woman from behind.
DUCK.
@Calista
12-31-2024, 12:58 PM
