Dragon Age: The Rise and Fall

[The Silent Z]

Prologue


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Spoiler

They say heroes live the grandest tales, they rise from humble yet tragic beginnings to become who they are and who they are meant to become. But some times just some times........ They do not always have a happy ending with the hero riding off into the sunset. They are not always filled with glory, riches, legacies and grand tales of legend. Every so often the heroes live just as they began and where darkness remains in the lands of evil infested and life consuming tragedy, living day by day, one night after another fighting, pushing forward until a meaning for them to continue on is realized and its light shining through the shadows to spread its glory........ It's rays of happiness upon those struggling to escape the endless darkness that is their life and their tale. Such was the story for one man and one warden, Talaros Mahariel........ A man who's life requires understanding and who's path is never questioned. Here lies the rise and the fall of such a man.

 

[The Silent Z]

Chapter 1


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Under the stars light and moons gaze where the darkened sky rests overlooking a mass of trees and earthen ground. Distance steps linger in the night, hurried breath struggling to escape danger, struggling to hold ones body upright as it rushes across the dirt and grass, stepping over twigs and branches upon them and snapping beneath his feet. The force of his weight pressing against the ground, leaving behind a signature, a imprint of his boots. The dark haired stranger rushing through the abnormally busy forest, sword in his grasp and eyes wandering over his shoulder looking back toward that which chased him. The elven man listened, heard the echoing footsteps of the war band that gave him chase, once cornered him in the dark corners with his back pressed against the trees. No where to turn and no where to hide leaving him only one option....... Fight. It was only meant to be a search and investigate operation, in response to reports that darkspawn had been spotted in growing number within the brecillian forests. But when Talaros arrived it was far more then anyone could have expected, the ground was becoming sick effected by the darkspawn presence, likely doomed if the corruption wasn't removed and removed quickly so the forest could recover. He quietly crept along the tree lines, hiding in shadow and observing the enemy he was sent to observe.


But as time went on and the risk of being discovered grew, so came Talaros and his undoing. Crouched upon the lowest branch of a overlooking tree, the elven warden took a moment to gaze out onto the growing band, before moving on toward another section of the tree line. Yet the weight of his prolonged stay atop the weak branch began to break, the sound of its snap alerting those he was only to observe for now. His footing beginning to slip, his balance lost falling to the ground with a loud thud as his body crashed against the ground. Dazed from the fall his body wrecked with aches and pains while he looked up to find the darkspawn closing in around him. Talaros reached for his swords hilt taking it with a firm grip and slowly stood from the ground to meet them head on, stepping backward and pressing himself up against the tree as he tried to catch his breath from the fall and the wind being knocked out of him for a moment, he met the corrupt disturbed beasts gaze with his own not faltering from where he stood. If there was a time to run this was it........ Outnumbered, surrounded, limited opportunity to overcome the odds and succeed at bringing them down through sheer skill and strength. The opening for him to run in tactical retreat was fleeting, if Talaros was to run then now would be the time to run. As Talaros raised his sword prepared to meet his fate should this be his fate, the darkspawn closing in around him, no mercy in their eyes or intent, no second thoughts only one thing crossed their decaying minds....... Kill.


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