"And so is the Golden City blackened With each step you take in my Hall. Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting. You have brought Sin to Heaven And doom upon all the world." -Canticle of Threnodies 8:13 The chantry teaches us that it is the ignorance of men that brought the Darkspawn into our world. The Mages sought to uncover the glories heaven, but instead; they destroyed it. They were cast out, twisted and cursed by their own corruption. Returning as monsters- the first of the Darkspawn. They became a blight upon the land, unstoppable and relentless.Since that time, Ostagar has become a booming camp for King Caillen's forces, keeping the nasty creatures at bay and waiting for the day that they will rise up with all they've got in an attempt to overcome them. New members, willing and not, are briefed on the current Darkspawn situation, as well as any required news in camp, before being assigned a group and sent out on their first missions. Today, of all days, was a blessing to the dwindling numbers at Ostagar, fresh blood is being brought in by the scouts. These members will be crucial in the Kings plans to extinguish the Darkspawn threat.Three large caravans brought both capable men and women to aid in the ever going battle. Among new supplies and weaponry, they were going to be the key in achieving the goals set by Caillen and his wide spread intelligence... Within one of the Caravans, was a Dalish Elf and her trusted hunting companions, Esessar: a mabari, and Eio: A hunting hawk. Neviha was born among the Dalish Elves, noble wanderers who refused to join the society of humans that subjugated their homeland so long ago. The Dalish struggled to maintain their half forgotten lore in a human land that fears and despises them. The elf is young, believing that her kinds outlook on the social progression of race is a bit archaic and closed minded. Though she has not been living long, she has proved her skill as a hunter, also expressing the sacred ability of befriending the wildlife surrounding the Dalish camps. It is rare to see such a connection to a Dale with nature now and must to her keepers dismay, she wishes to use her gift in any way she can in order to defeat the Darkspawn threat. Ostagar was most definitely not what she had thought. It's rotting pillars and decaying walls were not quite as regal as the idea of a famous camp. Of course, Neviha had done her research, understanding the vast historic importance of the place. Representing the furthest point of encroachment by the ancient Tevinter Imperium into the barbarian lands of the southeast, the fortress ofOstagar was once one of the most important defensive Imperial holdings south of the Waking Sea. Straddling a narrow pass in the hills, the fortress kept the Chasind from the fertile lowlands of the north, being exceedingly difficult to attack due to its naturally defensible position. Standing at the edge of the Korcari Wilds, its Tevinter garrisons watched for any signs of invasion by barbarians. Though most of the walls still stand, as does the Tower of Ishal, it does not seem as strong or threatening as before, especially now that the threat were Darkspawn and not Barbarians. Neviha sat with her legs crossed, under the nearest tree to watch the hustle and bustle of the camp. The parchment she held in here hand told her everything she needed to know: what she was doing and whom she was doing it with; simple enough. The elf's hand moved to smooth through Esessar's coat, delighting in the natural calm her was able to give her despite the change. Soon enough, she would meet those who would be fighting by her side and she hoped they would be worthy. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Towards the middle of the camp, Hibce sat in the worn dirt that surrounded a campfire, watching the flames flicker and dance as his calloused hand stroked at his silver beard. With a grunt of indifference, he watched warriors of all races and kinds funnel out of the newly arrived caravans, peering under his bushy eyebrows at the men and women who might die within the next coming weeks. Being a seasoned fighter, Hibce knew that he would be paired with more than a couple of these people, making him that much more uncomfortable about getting acquinted. If there was one thing he disliked the most, it was the grief that came with loosing a friend to the ugle face of war. Another grunt left his chapped lips as he lifted his large ax into his lap, smoothing his leathered hand over the side of the blade and gazed down to look at his reflection on the cold metal. Sure enough, there would be grief.