It starts with a set of explosions loud enough to shake the trees. Draws out the darkspawn down the hill from the camp and toward the commotion. It's been slushy and muddy in Ferelden for weeks as the winter months loom ever closer. Prime targets for a supremely pissed off Warden with a penchant for dropping things on Darkspawn to trigger a slide in the cliff face. Bringing rock and mud and soil alike down like an angry river to clear out the masses while the Warden stays perched in his lookout firing arrow after arrow until his fingers are bloody from the drawstring picking off the stragglers.
The wet wood resists alighting when they fire back at him.
One of the arrows sizzles where its pierced through the toughened leather of his armor but missed the skin and bone beneath leaving Jim with only a graze. Harding's bow soon joins his from another vantage point. Neve's ice magic helps keep the ground unwieldy. The targets ripe for acquisition.
And when an ogre gets too close, roaring bile and blood up at them, Jim stows his bow, draws his blades, and leaps down to plunge one directly into the monster's eye socket without a shred of fear. He bounces when he's thrown but manages to turn himself over to skid to a halt. Rob's bruised. Maybe broken. Problem for later.
The true strength of the Wardens
It starts with a set of explosions loud enough to shake the trees. Draws out the darkspawn down the hill from the camp and toward the commotion. It's been slushy and muddy in Ferelden for weeks as the winter months loom ever closer. Prime targets for a supremely pissed off Warden with a penchant for dropping things on Darkspawn to trigger a slide in the cliff face. Bringing rock and mud and soil alike down like an angry river to clear out the masses while the Warden stays perched in his lookout firing arrow after arrow until his fingers are bloody from the drawstring picking off the stragglers.
The wet wood resists alighting when they fire back at him.
One of the arrows sizzles where its pierced through the toughened leather of his armor but missed the skin and bone beneath leaving Jim with only a graze. Harding's bow soon joins his from another vantage point. Neve's ice magic helps keep the ground unwieldy. The targets ripe for acquisition.
And when an ogre gets too close, roaring bile and blood up at them, Jim stows his bow, draws his blades, and leaps down to plunge one directly into the monster's eye socket without a shred of fear. He bounces when he's thrown but manages to turn himself over to skid to a halt. Rob's bruised. Maybe broken. Problem for later.