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He Didn't Do It	By : Anesor Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 1690 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age 2, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Phylla is my character, as are a few new ones.

Chapter List
- 1-He Didn't Do It
- 2-There You Are
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“Aha! There you are!” boomed a grinning, red-bearded dwarf when the darkspawn died. The sodding dwarf stopped in mid-fight to wave at us.
Phylla cursed. Did all dwarves know each other, like some family? Neither looked greedy, like a dwarf trading from his cart in the middle of an abandoned road.
He told Mhairi with a crude lipsmack, “You look like you need an evening with the Pride of Orzammar...”
I didn't blame her for her distaste, not with that sobriquet. Oghren was as subtle as a kick in the groin, raising my hopes with her.
Lifting my robe a bit, I stepped over a melting darkspawn corpse. I really didn't want to get my robe bloody.
That caught his attention, and Oghren stopped his boasting to insult me. I limited my crudeness as Mhairi hadn't said 'no' yet.
If he was joining the Grey Wardens, I wasn't quite as impressed by their standards. He'd probably start a war with the Chantry by crudely propositioning a Grand Cleric. Phylla wasn't impressed by his bragging, so he offended not just humans. Maybe male dwarves were ruder. I didn't remember seeing females much.
He would make a second recruit and when they'd lost many today. She warned this Oghren and maybe the girl about risk. I wondered what risk was greater than fighting darkspawn through the night.
Many corpses littered this keep. We found another recruit who was dying, a friend of Mhairi's but I couldn't do anything for him. His spirit passed the Veil even as he said goodbye to her. Other spirits gathered for his passing, and my words weren't as kind as I'd prefer.
Explaining to Templars was impossible and so Phylla glared at me when I said nothing. The longer I stayed, the more I realized the Veil was thinner than it should be.
We systematically explored the keep and found too many rooms and halls with too many darkspawn. More than I thought possible, but Oghren fought with Phylla during the Blight. They took these fights as mere skirmishes. Mhairi and I exchanged surprised looks at that.
“That's the last nearby,” Phylla said, looking up. “There's more, maybe on the roof... is that the right word?”
“There's more quarters below the battlements, Ser,” Mhairi said grimly, “But... we found the other recruits. I think there were at least a full score of wardens sent from Orlais.”
Mhairi had the proper Fereldan curl to her lip when she mentioned Orlesians, revealing a bit of her pearly teeth. Maybe I could stay here a while before moving on.
There were no more darkspawn as Mhairi led us. They got angrier, and I wasn't sure why. There weren't that many casualties compared to rumors of the Blight, a few score including the Templars that brought me here.
Mhairi spoke with her jaw clenched, “We're missing too many bodies, Ser. Torin, Vanionin, Gioni, and Kayas Braden, I knew them only by name while we waited for your arrival. The wardens didn't want to speak to us recruits, they were... cold.”
Looking away, Mhairi missed an instant of sadness on Phylla's face.
Oghren finished a slug and called out, “Hey, Warden, You still tapping the midnight still with the little pike twirler?”
Phylla snarled, “Alistair is fulfilling an oath. You've got better odds of a sexy nug in the next room than bedding me.”
“We don't have to use the bed...” he leered at her, licking his lips. “I've got a taste for Paragons.”
“Shut up, you arse. Do it again, and you'll need to win a Proving to stay here,” the Warden Commander threatened.
This was more dwarven culture than I wanted to know. Now I didn't doubt she'd killed dragons. I was wondering how far back I'd need move if they fought.
That passed when we found the door to the battlements. For a moment I enjoyed the fresh air and freedom, but first Phylla tensed and waved a combat warning.
Creeping around, a darkspawn... threatened some officer. It speaking made me feel almost sick, as no legend told of that. Maybe it was one of those who'd attacked the golden city? It looked old enough.
When seeing us, the darkspawn stabbed the officer casually as both sides charged. Throwing enough healing on the officer to keep him from dying, I almost got sliced. That blasted creature started chasing me around the battlement. Stupid blighter, I didn't look good in blood.
Everyone was bloody before the dried out thing died.
Hushed, Mhairi told us as I healed the officer, “This is Seneschal Varel, he's been in command.”
Gazing around intently, Phylla announced uneasily, “They're gone, I think.”
Varel welcomed Phylla. Sunrise came when I hadn't noticed. I was just glad to be free while they talked, and spotted a distant troop marching in the early light. The Circle wouldn't send so many after me after so long. I hoped.
I followed along as Phylla left the keep to meet them. No one seemed to care that I was a mage; that was pleasant. Once closer, I saw some were Templars and some were in rich finery. As they came toward us, the soldiers escorting them parted. I tried to hang back, cursing my curiosity.
“Warden Commander,” the blond woman said with a frown that made her almost ugly.
Phylla straightened and nodded, before saying, “Anora.”
Varel and Mhairi knelt to the queen, so I decided that was a good idea. They spoke politely, but the queen's lip curled and Phylla drew herself up with hauteur. I snuck a look at Ogren; he was smiling... and still standing.
I enjoyed the verbal fencing, but a Templar bitch decided to interrupt them. Maybe Rylok noticed Phylla's annoyance, but not the queen's. How quickly I was conscripted by Grey Wardens; the queen confirmed it. Too soon I drank that fouly clawing liquid and blacked out.
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