<div align="center">(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20101021232240/dragonage/images/thumb/2/25/Logo-origins.png/300px-Logo-origins.png)</div><br/>It was the day after the battle of Ostagar, where King Cailen was supposed to have his glorious victory against the Darkspawn...the legendary Grey Wardens at his back. But it wasn't. It was his last battle. The Army that had fought along side him was utterly destroyed. Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir was supposed to lead the charge on the Darkspawn flank but he didn't. He ordered the retreat. A King was dead. One might expect the heavens to weep and rain to poor on the morning after but a lone Noble warrior, son of the murdered Teyrn Cousland found himself pondering how unsuitable it was that the day was, for all intents and purposes....rather beautiful. The Wilds were wet after the nights rain, but the day itself was very pleasant.<br/><br/>He was perhaps a touch uncomfortable in the heat of his armour, but who wasn't in a large suit of plate on any kind of a nice day. He wasn't doing much pondering on the unsuitable weather conditions however, he was more concerned for his own survival. He had awoken an hour ago, as bad as his injuries were they weren't fatal but had seen him out for the night. He had crawled and scraped out of the aftermath, took what healing supplies he could find and drank deep of the red liquid. Now he carried himself through the wilds, one side of his face and hair stained with his own blood but far more blood of the enemy staining his armour and sword. Especially the sword, the massive Red Steel Greatsword. In a gauntlet-ed hand he dragged it across the ground, the frozen glow and electricity dancing across clear evidence of its enchantments.<br/><br/>Paranoid eyes shot in any direction he heard a noise, heavy breaths escaped his dry lips. If someone was out there he wasn't going to call out. If it was Darkspawn, history wouldn't document his heroic last stand if there was nobody to witness it...not to mention Howe would go unpunished. No, he would move on. He would make it to people and go on further.