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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 4
Into the Wilds
Alistair soon returned with two other men whom Bridget assumed were also recruits. The two joined Bridget and stood on either side of her, both of them looking even more nervous than she did. Alistair stood next to Duncan who introduced the two other recruits.
"Bridget, this is Daveth," Duncan said as he pointed to the tall and skinny man on Bridget's right.
"And over there is Ser Jory."
The men both nodded at her, still to nervous to say anything. Duncan went on to explain the Ritual.
"You will be going into the Korcari Wilds where you must complete two tasks. Each of you will be given a vial. All of these vials need to be filled with Darkspawn blood."
The man named Daveth nearly dropped the vial as Duncan handed it to him.
"Filled with Darkspawn blood? You m-mean there's Darkspawn in the Wilds?"
Ser Jory also looked worried.
"How exactly are we supposed to get the blood in the vial…isn't their blood you know, tainted?"
Bridget rolled her eyes.
"For the sake of the Maker, seems like I'm the bravest one here!" she said under her breath.
She looked up to see Alistair smiling at her.
Damn…he must've heard me. She thought.
Bridget turned her attention back to Duncan as he had just finished explaining to the others that they have to get the blood in order to complete the Ritual.
"After that, you will need to retrieve the old Grey Warden Treaties. They will be in a chest; you will know it when you see it. Alistair will be accompanying you into the Wilds. Once you complete these tasks you will be ready to partake in the Joining. Do any of you have any questions?"
Bridget and the others shook their heads.
"Very well. May the Maker watch over you."
Alistair stepped in front of them.
"Right then, the entrance to the Wilds is right over here." He said.
Bridget took the lead as she was quite sure none of the others wanted to and stepped through the gates into the Wilds. Now that it was dusk, the Wilds were basked in a eerie glow. Bridget withdrew her sword and shield, as did Alistair.
"Best to keep your wits about you in here, this place is crawling with Darkspawn."
Daveth gulped and gripped his bow tightly. Bridget slowly began to move forward, ignoring the chill in the air. They slowly made their way down the path before they heard the sound of a wolf howling. The howl sounded much closer than any of them would've liked. Bridget closed her eyes and listened carefully. She thought back to what Fergus had said about listening for enemies.
Everyone is bound to make some type of noise. You must train your ears to hear everything. Close your eyes and forget everything else. Listen and you will be able to hear them…
Bridget blocked out everything else and listened as hard as she could. She heard the sound of a twig snapping and whipped around.
"Wolves!"
Sure enough, five wolves emerged from the trees. Bridget immediately went for the one that was closest to her while the others fought off the rest. They were all bathed in blood by the time they had finished disposing of the beasts. Ser Jory swallowed and shook his head.
"At least it wasn't a Darkspawn." He whispered.
Bridget shook her head.
"They'll be plenty ahead, I'm sure." She replied back.
The party continued on their way, following the beaten forest path. They could still make out the walls of the camp which meant that they still were not very deep yet. Bridget furrowed her brow as she saw a body lying in the distance. She hurried over to it.
"It's a soldier from camp." Daveth stated.
Alistair nodded.
"Probably one from…" he began.
Bridget turned and looked at him. Alistair looked down at the man and sighed sadly.
"The scouting mission." He finished in an anguished whisper.
Bridget knelt down by the man.
"Sir can you speak?" she asked.
The soldier nodded and coughed.
"There were so many…we couldn't hold them…"
Bridget looked up at Alistair.
"Do you have any bandages?" she asked.
Alistair nodded and withdrew some from his pack. Bridget quickly wrapped the man's wounds with the bandages and helped him stand.
"I suppose you won't know this…but was Fergus Cousland with you?" Bridget asked hopefully.
The soldier nodded.
"I…yes I think so. We all ran in separate directions though…I have no idea what happened to the rest of the soldiers, those that were not killed anyway."
Bridget closed her eyes and sighed. Alistair looked at her. He knew she was hoping her brother would still be here, but he doubted it highly. Hopefully he was able to get away at least. Alistair hoped that for Bridget's sake he was.
"Do you need help getting back to the camp?" she asked him.
The soldier shook his head.
"No I can manage. Thank you for helping me."
With that, he limped off past them.
"We should keep moving." Bridget said as soon as he walked away.
She took the lead again and they progressed deeper into the Wilds. Bridget could see a hill in the distance and noted that it was quite odd. The air was too still. A foul stench filled the air and Alistair gripped his sword.
"They're here." He stated.
Bridget turned to see three Darkspawn emerge from the hill and began running towards them. Her eyes widened. This was the first time she had ever seen one before. They were ugly, foul creatures…their flesh rotting and oozing from their skulls. Bridget ran for one of the larger ones and ran them through with her blade. The Hurlock's black blood showered the ground, and, although it may have been Bridget's eyes playing tricks on her, she thought that the blood devoured a little bit of the ground…like it was an acid that ate through the hearth. Shaking her head to bring herself out of her thoughts, Bridget bent down and filled her vial with the black blood. She turned to see the others staring at her.
"What?" she asked.
Daveth blinked.
"Y-You killed that Darkspawn all by yourself…"
Bridget gaped at him.
"Oh really? For the love of Andraste just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't take care of myself!"
Alistair smiled at her as she walked past him. She was nothing he originally expected and he felt stupid for underestimating her just because of her gender. She certainly proved to be stronger than both Daveth and Ser Jory put together, not to mention braver. Alistair figured she could probably stare an ogre in the face and not flinch!
"You girls filled your vials I hope?" Bridget asked the other two.
Alistair chuckled but was able to cover it up with a cough.
"Yeah we did…" Ser Jory replied shamefully.
Bridget nodded.
"Good, now we just need to find the treaties…"
They continued on, killing any Darkspawn that happened to pop up along the way. After a bit more walking, Bridget noticed some ruins coming up in the distance.
"Perhaps the treaties are there." She said under her breath.
She continued to lead the party towards the ruins. Upon entering them, Bridget noticed a interesting looking chest and hurried over to it. She frowned when she approached it however, as she realized that it had already been broken into.
"Damn."
"Looking for something, are we?"
Bridget and the others turned around to see a woman appear out of the shadows. Her skin was deeply pallid and her eyes were cold. Her ravenous hair was pulled back into a bun. She looked unpleased. Bridget noticed the staff strapped to her back and realized that she was a mage. The woman walked towards them but kept her distance. Her clothing was rather questionable…she wore nothing but rags of black and deep red. Ser Jory took a step back.
"She's a witch of the Wilds!" he shouted.
The woman rolled her eyes as she walked to stand atop some rubble so that she could look down at them all.
"I am no 'witch of the Wilds…I simply live here in the Korcari Wilds. When did that become a crime?" she asked in a slow, un-amused voice.
Before the others could further insult the strange woman, Bridget said,
"We are sorry to have disturbed your home."
The woman looked at her.
"I can deduce that you are the only one out of your little group here that actually has a brain. You have not disturbed anything that the Darkspawn has not already gotten to."
"We are looking for the Grey Warden treaties…have you seen them?"
The witch raised an eyebrow.
"Ah…and why would you be looking for those? Do you wish to steal them as others have?" she inquired.
Before Bridget could reply, Alistair stepped forward and said,
"Those treaties are property of the Grey Wardens, we need them back."
The woman narrowed her eyes at him and turned her cold, yellow hued eyes back to Bridget.
"This is why I do not converse with men. They always jump to conclusions. If you must know, my mother took them away from here. If you need them so desperately…I suppose I can take you to them."
"I don't like this…" Alistair whispered uneasily.
Bridget looked back at the mysterious woman and said,
"Can you tell me your name first?"
The woman looked at her peculiarly and said,
"I do not know what good it will do you to know my name, but if you must, it is Morrigan."
"I am Bridget."
Morrigan looked at her.
"Shall I take you to Flemeth now?"
Daveth's jaw nearly hit the stone they were standing on.
"Flemeth? Your mother is Flemeth?"
"She really is a witch of the Wilds!" Ser Jory shouted.
Morrigan rolled her eyes. She decided to ignore the others and conversed with only Bridget.
"My mother took the treaties to keep them safe, obviously. Many wished to steal them before, and these documents are important are they not? You need them in case of a Blight were to occur…yes? My mother was doing you Grey Wardens a favor by taking them back to her hut."
Bridget nodded.
"Indeed she did. Can you please take us to her?"
Morrigan sighed.
"Yes I suppose I can. Follow me…"
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