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The Last of the Couslands	By : MistressofMagic Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 41
Hespith's Poem
Bridget and the others slowly walked down the damp and dark tunnel leading into the Dead Trenches. The air was thick and murky; it was rather difficult to breathe. The temperature was beginning to rise as well. All of these things did not help the uneasy feeling in Bridget's stomach. After traversing the dark tunnel for a few minutes more, Bridget saw a somewhat dim light at the end and hurried towards it, only to wish that she hadn't. As she and the others stepped outside of the tunnel, they found themselves on the edge of a cliff. Bridget moved her foot slightly and a few small rocks fell away and down into the lava below. Bridget blinked and looked closely at the lava to discover that it wasn't lava at all…it was Darkspawn. Her eyes widened as she stared down at them all…there had to be thousands of them! Maybe even hundreds of thousands! A terrible scream erupted throughout the cave and Bridget closed her eyes tightly and covered her ears. She slowly opened her eyes and felt her stomach drop. A large gust of wind knocked all of them off of their feet, and Oghren nearly fell over the edge if Zevran had not been quick to grab him. In the distance a very, very large dragon sat…but this dragon was not like Flemeth nor was it like the 'Andraste' from the mountain in Haven. This dragon was…for lack of a better word, twisted. Four large, sharp fangs escaped his mouth and as he opened it to let out another 'calling' Bridget saw rows of razor sharp teeth. It's skin was like rocks rippling across it's body. Sharp, long talons dug into the stone cliff it was perched on as another scream rang through the cave. The Arch Demon breathed purple fire and flew up into the air once more, flying away towards the east and disappearing. Only after it was gone did Bridget remove her hands from her ears and tremble slightly.
"H-How are we supposed to kill that?" she asked softly.
No body answered her because no one knew the answer. Alistair helped her stand and soon enough they were traversing through the Dead Trenches, Darkspawn coming at them at every turn. It was an endless wave of Genlocks, Hurlocks, Ogres, spiders and thaig crawlers. This place just made Bridget want to get out of Orzammar even more. After walking in a room filled with even more Darkspawn and dealing with the Genlock overlord, they all took a moment to rest. Bridget busied herself tending to Zevran's left knee as he had taken an arrow to it and wrapped a good amount of bandages around the wound, pinning the cloth together. Zevran sighed.
"I've said this before and I'll say it again. I want to get out of here!"
Bridget stood and placed the bandages back in her pack.
"I know, Zev. All of us want out. Do you need to rest a bit or can you walk?"
Zevran stood and strapped his daggers back onto his back.
"No I'm fine. I've been through much worse than taking an arrow anywhere. Let's move on."
Bridget nodded and rounded up a very uncomfortable looking Alistair and a prideful looking Oghren. Bridget looked at them both and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you two…okay?" she asked.
Alistair nodded.
"Oh everything's perfectly fine! Let's move on."
He grabbed Bridget's hand and dragged her behind him and back out the way they came. Zevran raised an eyebrow at the scene and then looked back down to the dwarf.
"Did I miss something?"
Oghren grinned and chuckled.
"Hehe, nah. I was just teasing Chantry boy about what he does with the boss's legs."
Zevran grinned and patted Oghren's shoulder.
"I think you and I may have something in common after all, my friend. Teasing Alistair proves to be fun for hours on end. With both of our heads, I'm sure we can think of some truly wonderful ways to poke fun at him!"
"Are you two coming or not?" Bridget shouted.
Oghren and Zevran hurried to catch up to Bridget and Alistair. Upon entering the next room, they were once again ambushed. This time however it was not Darkspawn. Instead it was skeletons that tried to stab them. After taking care of the skeletons, Bridget looked around the room and drew her brows together.
"What is that?" she asked as she motioned over to a large, flesh type sac that was protruding from the wall.
Alistair grimaced.
"That's a good question…" he noted as he stared at the sac.
Oghren picked up a bone from one of the skeletons and commenced into poking the sac with it. Before Bridget could tell him to stop, the sac popped and spilled it's puss all over Zevran's boots.
"Not my boots!" he exclaimed as he jumped back.
Bridget shook her head and led them forward, with Zevran grumbling curses in Antivan under his breath.
First day they come and catch everyone…
Bridget stopped abruptly, as did the others.
"Did any of you hear that?" she asked softly.
Alistair nodded.
"I did…it sounded creepy…"
They walked a little bit further and Bridget began to notice that more and more of the fleshy sacs were growing out of the walls...and had blood pooling all around them.
Second day, they beat us and eat some for meat.
Bridget swallowed. She didn't like the sound of that voice and drew her blade cautiously. She slowly moved forward as the mysterious voice continued to echo throughout the tunnel.
Fifth day they return…and then it's another girl's turn…
Alistair sighed uneasily.
"I really don't like the sound of that voice…" he whispered.
Bridget nodded and gripped the handle of her blade tight in her hand.
Sixth day her screams we hear in our dreams…
They continued to traverse the dark tunnel slowly, focusing on every sound they heard to make sure they weren't about to be ambushed. The voice began to get louder as they drew closer to it's source.
Eighth day we hate it as she is violated…
Bridget stepped out of the tunnel and into another room as the voice called out,
Ninth day she grins and devours her kin…
At long last they approached a door, though Bridget was a bit hesitant to open it for fear of what lay behind it. She pushed the metal door open slowly just as the creepy voice said,
Now she does feast as she's become the beast…
Bridget stepped into the room with her sword and shield at the ready…but no one was present. Or so she thought…Bridget turned to tell the others that the room was vacant when her eyes landed on the back of a dwarf who was bent over one of the many fleshy sacs in the room…eating from it. Bridget blanched, as did the others. She held her stomach and swallowed back the bile that formed in the back of her throat.
"Dear Maker…" she whispered.
After swallowing once more she began to walk forward, but kept her sword and shield out. Oghren tripped over one of the sacs and crashed to the stone, yelling out a dwarven curse as he fell. The other dwarf turned abruptly at the sound of his armor coming into contact with the stone, and Bridget stared straight into her face.
And she thought Ruck looked bad.
This woman looked so far gone, Bridget wasn't sure if she would be able to communicate with her. Deep dark, black circles rested under her sunken milky eyes. The blackness of the taint was visible in her veins as well. She tipped her head to the side as she examined Bridget before making a repulsed noise and saying,
"Eck, humans…they are bland and unlikely here…" she stated in a disgusted voice.
Bridget continued to stare at her as she continued.
"Feeding time only warrants kin and clan…"
She began to recite her dark poem once more as Bridget turned and looked at the others.
"Is this supposed to be the Darkspawn corruption? It looks…different…" she stated.
At this the dwarf stopped mid-sentence of her chant and hissed,
"Corruption? Men are corruption! Their wounds festered and their minds left! They marched ahead like dogs and were the first to die! Not me…nor Laryn…we are not cut…we feed on flesh and on blood and bile and…"
Bridget grimaced as she felt bile rise up in the back of her throat again. She felt very queasy from the horrible smell in the room…and the dwarf's detailed imagery that she was providing through her words was not helping in the least.
"I had to watch…I had to see the change and I wonder…how do you endure that…how did Branka endure…?"
"What change do you speak of? What did they become?"
The dwarf shook her head frantically.
"I will not speak of it! I Branka's lover, Branka's friend can not forgive her for what she has become…what she has done?"
Oghren stepped forward.
"What has she done, Hespith?" he demanded.
Hespith shook her head again and began to pull at her hair.
"I will not speak of it!" she shrieked before running away.
Bridget and the others stared off after her, a bit confused and wary at the same time. Zevran drew his brows together and rubbed his chin.
"Am I the only one that caught what she said about being Branka's lover?"
Oghren clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes.
"Shut it, elf." He snapped.
Bridget remained quiet as she led the others to follow after Hespith. Of course they ran into some more Darkspawn, two ogres in fact. All throughout the fighting, Hespith's voice continued to echo throughout the cave. From the little bits Bridget caught while trying to slay the ogres, Branka has become obsessed with the 'Anvil of the Void', whatever that was. It didn't sound pleasant in the least and it was at that moment that Bridget wished she paid more attention to the squire that tried to drill all this information into her when she was a young girl. Once the ogres were down, Bridget followed the others towards Hespith's voice but came to a locked door. There was another opening in the cave towards the right and when Bridget began to explore it, she saw the glimmer of a key in the distance. She hurried over to it and took the key, making the Legion Spirits that were in the room spring to life and attack them. After dealing with them she quickly led the others back out of that portion of the cave and to the locked door. The key was a perfect fit and she opened the large metal door and slipped inside, followed closely by the others. Hespith's voice yet again rang in all of their ears as she explained that the Darkspawn made Laryn rip off her husband's face and then eat him...
Upon stepping into the next room and traversing down a short tunnel, Bridget heard a deep rumbling scream. She immediately drew her weapon and charged forward, but skidded to a halt as she gaped at what made the sound. Bridget had seen many terrible things in her short time of being a Grey Warden…but the sight of what sat before her now had to be the worst.
A/N: I think we all know what's coming next…I apologize for the creepiness in this chapter, but seriously this part of the game really kind of freaked me out. Next chapter should be up real soon, I'm on a roll! :)
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