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The Last of the Couslands	By : MistressofMagic Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9
The Creatures of the Night
Soon Redcliffe Village was cast in a glow of twilight. Bridget sat near a fire, sharpening her sword for the battle that would soon take place. According to Teagan…these creatures that were attacking them were not Darkspawn. Bridget wondered how the skeletons could come to life and terrorize the city. She looked up to see Morrigan, scowling over in a corner and decided she would be the best person to ask. Bridget stood and walked over towards her.
"Can I ask you something, Morrigan?" she asked.
Morrigan looked up at her from her seat on the log and waved her hand in the air.
"I am sure no matter what I say you will ask me anyway. What do you need to know?"
Bridget sat down on the log in front of Morrigan and sighed.
"If these creatures are not Darkspawn…and according to everyone I've spoken to they're not…what are they and how are they coming back to life?"
Morrigan raised an eyebrow.
"Obviously there is blood magic at work here. That is how all of these…corpses are being able to walk again. Blood magic is...but a name though. It is…illegal however and must've been conjured by a blood mage. There must be one nearby in the area in order for this village to be suffering from it's effects."
Bridget sighed. Great…a blood mage was running rampant and destroying what little hope the people of Redcliffe had. Hopefully they would be able to find this blood mage and have him put an end to the turmoil he was causing. Soon night came and Bridget and the others stood near the front of the village with some of the other soldiers. Murdock stood at the front with them as well and gripped his sword tightly. He looked around nervously, Bridget could see sweat beading his brow. The poor man looked utterly frightened. Who wouldn't though against an army of the undead? Bridget grimaced and swallowed hard as a very foul stench filled her nostrils. The fog that enveloped the village seemed to thicken…and Bridget heard a horrible screech. This was it. The army had arrived…
Immediately the skeletons were upon them. Some were fanged, some were enraged, all were horrible and relentless. It seemed as though that since they were given this chance to come back…they were not going to go down without a fight…and a fight they gave. One of them managed to cut Bridget across the arm, causing her to yell and take it down that much faster. She glanced to her side and went to Morrigan's aid as a fanged skeleton was sneaking up behind her. Morrigan whipped around after Bridget had slain the foe and nodded her head in thanks. After a few more skeletons had invaded them, a soldier came running from the opposite direction.
"The Chantry, they're attacking the Chantry!" he shouted before an arrow had caught him between the eyes. Bridget turned back to see another five or six storming towards them.
"Go on to the Chantry, my men and I will stay here!" Murdock shouted.
Bridget looked at him.
"We'll be fine, just hurry!"
Bridget led her friends to the Chantry to find the courtyard overrun with skeletons. The soldiers were trying their hardest to keep them from entering the establishment. Bridget and the others joined the battle and aided the soldiers in slashing the skeletons. For a long while it seemed that they just would not stop coming! Bridget turned to see a skeleton heading straight for her, but Alistair came out of no where and bashed it with his shield. Bridget nodded to him and then grabbed his arm and pulled Alistair out of the way of an arrow. It nearly hit his ear as it flew passed him and hit one of it's fellow skeletons in the back of the head. The skeleton that shot it roared it's disapproval and charged at both Alistair and Bridget. Together they easily took him down. Bridget breathed heavily and looked around. No more…there were no more…Bridget heaved a heavy sigh.
"We should head up to the windmill to see if there's anyone in need of our assistance there." Leliana suggested.
Bridget nodded and led the group up to the windmill where Teagan had just finished slaying another skeleton. He turned to them and sighed.
"I think that was the last of them. We need to get into the castle. There is a secret passage through the windmill but you will need a key,"
"Teagan!"
Bridget and the rest of the party turned to see a woman with red hair wearing an elaborate gown of pinks and reds running towards them with a guard at her heels. The woman stopped in front of Teagan and paused to catch her breath.
"Oh Teagan…I am so glad to have found you. Hurry, we must get back to the castle!"
"Isolde…how did you get out of the castle? We haven't had contact with you for days!"
Isolde nodded.
"I know…the castle, it has been overrun with abominations! There was a mage that infiltrated the castle! He is responsible for this undead army that wishes to destroy us all! Please Teagan, I need you to come to the castle with me!" she begged.
"What do you wish of me? Do you wish me to talk to the evil spirit that this mage has conjured?"
Isolde shook her head.
"I do not know what it wants, Teagan! I just need you to come with me, alone!"
Teagan sighed.
"Very well, I will go."
Before anyone could say anything else he and the Arlessa had already headed back towards the castle. Bridget didn't like the way this woman kept asking Teagan to accompany her alone, it was as if she completely ignored the rest of the party standing there with him. This was obviously a trap. 'Twas a good thing Bridget had a trick or tow of her own up her sleeve. Alistair gaped at Bridget.
"Why didn't you try to stop him, he could be killed he could,"
Bridget held up the key and raised an eyebrow. Alistair furrowed his brow and looked genuinely confused.
"But how did you…he didn't even give it to you…"
Bridget smirked and headed towards the windmill.
"My brother taught me lots of things…pick-pocketing from the distracted being one of them."
Alistair smiled. It seemed to him he would learn something new and fascinating about his fellow Warden each and every day. Bridget entered the windmill with the others trailing behind her. The trap door was quite visible in the ground with only a few sacks of hay covering it up. Bridget placed the key in the trap door and turned it. When she heard the distinctive click she withdrew the key, slipped it in her pack and opened the trap door. Stone steps led into darkness. Bridget stood and looked at the others.
"Well…here goes."
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