<strong>Bor Hannon<br/>Woodland Clearing<br/>Somewhere North of Ostagar</strong><br/><br/>Bor lunged forward when Mathius went down on one knee.  He had to get to that Hurlock, thrust into the weaker armor in the side of the torso before it landed a deathblow on the young Warden.  Eluv'yan looked to be handling herself well enough, they could help her once Mathius was safe.<br/><br/>He stepped forward, and the world lurched.  Thin clouds on a dusky sky whirled about him, stabbed by the dark silhouettes of pine trees, and Bor struggled to keep his balance.  He didn't remember the ground being so uneven; he must have stepped into a rabbit hole.  Why was everything tilted?<br/><br/>Bor took another step, and this time the world spun.  Wispy clouds became a blur of white, and the dark silhouettes rose higher and higher, consuming the soot-stained blue of the sky.  His sword-hand gripped hard dirt and frozen grass.  Where was his weapon?  The darkness pressed in, obscuring Mathius and Eluv'yan.  Even the Darkspawn faded away into that unnatural shadow.<br/><br/>As the battle raged on, Bor silently fell to his knees and rolled onto his back, unconscious.