Logically, she knew that venturing out into the wilds of Thedas alone was a terrible idea. She had experienced the beasts - and humans - that lurked there first hand over the years. And she herself was not an apt fighter by any means. Sure, she could defend herself, ward away creatures with her magic, and she was quick on her feet which made escaping all the easier. But she still shouldn't have gone out alone.
But she felt she needed to. No time to round of a group or even inform the Inquisitor (her biggest mistake by far) before she headed out. It was a simple quest, too — infiltrate an abandoned (ha) ruin, retrieve the ancient scrolls within, and get out. Simple, it would have been, were it not for the Templars that had laid claim to the land first.
For what it was worth, she did get the scrolls. But she also got a sword to the side, deep enough to leave a trail of blood behind her. A gash on her arm, a limp in her leg, and a few broken ribs from when one of the men had thrown her haphazardly into a wall. How she got away was nothing short of a miracle and quick thinking on her end — a few well placed walls of ice, a pit trap that she didn't even know laid within the walls of the ruins. And speed — thank god for her speed, or she would have died right then and there.
Now she sits, alone and woozy from bloodloss, in an abandoned cabin a decent way away from the ruins. The scrolls she obtained are doused in blood, but safe in one of her satchels as she tries desperately to heal herself. Mana is low. Lyrium nonexistent here. If this is how she dies, she hopes these scrolls are worth it and will be found in the hands of someone that could use them for good.
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Logically, she knew that venturing out into the wilds of Thedas alone was a terrible idea. She had experienced the beasts - and humans - that lurked there first hand over the years. And she herself was not an apt fighter by any means. Sure, she could defend herself, ward away creatures with her magic, and she was quick on her feet which made escaping all the easier. But she still shouldn't have gone out alone.
But she felt she needed to. No time to round of a group or even inform the Inquisitor (her biggest mistake by far) before she headed out. It was a simple quest, too — infiltrate an abandoned (ha) ruin, retrieve the ancient scrolls within, and get out. Simple, it would have been, were it not for the Templars that had laid claim to the land first.
For what it was worth, she did get the scrolls. But she also got a sword to the side, deep enough to leave a trail of blood behind her. A gash on her arm, a limp in her leg, and a few broken ribs from when one of the men had thrown her haphazardly into a wall. How she got away was nothing short of a miracle and quick thinking on her end — a few well placed walls of ice, a pit trap that she didn't even know laid within the walls of the ruins. And speed — thank god for her speed, or she would have died right then and there.
Now she sits, alone and woozy from bloodloss, in an abandoned cabin a decent way away from the ruins. The scrolls she obtained are doused in blood, but safe in one of her satchels as she tries desperately to heal herself. Mana is low. Lyrium nonexistent here. If this is how she dies, she hopes these scrolls are worth it and will be found in the hands of someone that could use them for good.