Rallick rode through the dark forest with the two Bart brothers on a borrowed horse. They had found him at the Chantry, their eyes wide and pleading as they told him of the attack on their farm. In his heart Rallick knew that their parents were dead, slain by the darkspawn that had overrun the small farmstead but he couldn’t tell the two men that. All he could do was gather up his bag and fill it with the necessaries of his trade, strap a dagger to his thigh and go with them to try and find the unfortunates present during the attack. The brothers were just boys really, neither having seen their twentieth year, but they held to their parents survival with all the certainty of youth and he had taken an oath. To offer aid wherever he was needed. All this lead to him riding down a shadowy path towards the scene of a massacre in the middle of the night. As the three of them made their careful way a light rain began to fall, quickly growing in ferocity until it was a true storm. With wild winds and sheeting rain.
“Ma and Pa are alive. I just know it.”
Rallick didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say.
After almost an hour they passed the wooden posts that marked the boundarys of the Bart family farm and a few minutes later they arrived at the house. Despite his cloak he was soaked though and shivering, the brothers must have been in even worse shape. The three of them dismounted and hobbled their horses outside the dark farmhouse. Hope sprung anew for the brothers, the darkspawn had not fired the building so their parents had probably fought off their attackers. But other than the rain there was no movement, Rallick's gut told him that nobody was left alive. Nevertheless they began a search, the brothers calling plaintively for their parents.
Donnic, the elder of the two dashed about the yard, poking into sheds and stys while Mandar and Rallick searched the house. It was a long, low building with a thatched roof, everything about it screaming 'peasant farmer'. It only took a few moments to attest that there was no one hiding inside. The pantry showed signs of a struggle, several clay jars had been broken and their contents now lay scattered about, but other than that not hing was amiss. Stepping back outside Rallick caught Donnic's eyes, his expression telling the young man everything he needed to know.
“Where are they?”
Rallick shrugged.
“Maybe they fled into the forest?”
Donnic shook his head as Mandar joined them in the rain.
“What about the barn?” the younger man asked.
Frantic with worry, Donnic ran to the heavy wooden doors of the barn and heaved them open. It was pitch black inside, but nonetheless he stepped forwards and vanished for a few seconds before reappearing and shaking his head. At a loss for what to do the three men stood in silence as the seconds dragged out, nobody saying what they were now all thinking. Lightning flashed and for a moment Rallick was blinded. His vision returned in time to see Donnic suspended in mid air, starring in mute horror at the two blades bursting from his chest. The darkspawn hefted him to the side, letting the weight of his body drag it's weapons clear of his back. It looked straight at Rallick and howled.
With a sobbing cry Mandar was gone, disappearing off into the rain at a dead sprint. The darkspawn began to walk forwards, readying it's long knives. At that moment a second rounded the corner of the house, a dozen paces closer to Rallick than the first, spotted him and charged. The doctor reacted instantly, instincts grown rusty with disuse grinding and forcing him to meet it's rush head on. As he swept past he snatched up a wood axe from where it had been left propped against the doorframe and he raised it high. The monster brought it's shield up to block the blow, but it was a feint. Rallick sent the weapon sweeping down to cleave through the thing's leg at the ankle, severing it's foot. Squealing in agony it dropped, only to be silence by a second blow from the axe that split it's sternum a moment later. Aware that the other creature was almost upon him, Rallick tried to wrench his weapon free only to realise that it was well and truly lodged. Turning just in time he swatted away a thrusting blade with his left hand, loosing his pinky finger in the process. But the momentary respite allowed him to step close, draw his dagger and plunge it into the darkspawn's stomach, up under it's ribs to piece a lung.
More shapes rushed out of the darkness brandishing flashing weapons. Rallick shoulder barged the first to reach him, numbing his arm but giving him the opportunity to cut the creature's tendon at the knee, then punch his weapon through it's temple as it fell. Pain blossomed along his left thigh as another darkspawn's sword bit deep. Rallick grunted and staggered backwards and the monster raised its crude sword high in a two handed grip to deliver a killing stroke. But the old doctor lunged forwards, bringing his dagger around to slip into the thing's left armpit and through to it's black heart. Before he could disentangle himself something slammed into him from his right and bore him to the ground. Rallick's dagger span away from his hand and the darkspawn stabbed him in the chest. Feeling the blade rattle along his ribs Rallick grabbed at his belt and silver flashed in the night as his razor parted the flesh of the creature's throat. Pushing the dying body off him he was just in time to see another monster swing it's weapon down at his head.
Rallick was not afraid of death, he had seen far too much of it in his life for that. But he was surprised that nothing happened as he watched the sword descend towards him. The world didn’t seem to slow, not stunning revelations stuck him and his life didn’t flash before his eyes. There was the sound of steel on steel and then a wetter, crunching noise as a swordsman intercepted the blow meant for him and then opened the darkspawn's belly. Moments later the fight was over, the swordsman going through the creatures like they were nothing. Rallick climbed shakily to his feet, each movement causing his wounds to flare up in agony. The swordsman turned and Rallick finally realised what he was looking at. A dead man, his eye sockets hollow and his flesh torn by countless blows with a blade in his hands.
“Rallick Nom” it said with a voice like the first handfuls of dirt falling into an open grave.
“Myfriend”
He started at that, thinking that it was just bloodloss and pain talking, but the dead man stepped closer holding out the sword it carried.
“Ihavebroughtyou a sword.”
Rallick took the weapon numbly, distantly realising that he was going into shock. The dead man nodded, turned and began to walk back the way he came.
“Wait!” Rallick called out, “Who are you.”
The dead man paused and looked back over his shoulder.
“Names have nomeaning for thedead. But inlife, youknew meas Oren. Onmy wayhereIfelt two living beingsin theforestto the east, theymay requireassistance. Oh, and Rallick, that blade iswitch touched sobecareful with it.”
Then he was gone, the darkness wrapping around him as he walked steadily to the south. Rallick stood for a long moment before remembering his situation. Staggering to his bag he shakily began withdrawing the things he would need. There was no time to clean and stitch the wound so he had to make do with chewing a coagulant and wrapping bandages tight around his injuries, hoping that this would keep him alive long enough to find the people in the woods. Then, picking up his sword he staggered into the trees.
Branches whipped at him and he found himself reeling between trunks, using them to keep himself upright. The bandages around his wounds were soon soaked through with blood and numb with pain, that didn’t bode well. Images of soldiers he'd seen dying of the blight flashed through his mind but he pushed the thought away, there was no time to dwell on that. After half an hour, maybe more, of walking he found it. A small cabin in the bluff of a low cliff. It was little more than a roof and a few walls, creaking and bending in the wind that was still strong, even beneath the canopy. He staggered towards it and hammered on the door. He couldn’t hear anything with the storm and after a few moments his patience wore out. Head swimming, Rallick kicked the door, right at the lock. The old wood shattered and he stumbled inside. It was dark, too dark for him to see anything, but then lightning flashed again. Two figures were bound on the floor, elves by the look of them, at the sight of him they began struggling and trying to talk. Only then did he realise what he looked like, a bloody man with a naked sword come in the middle of a storm. It was like something out of a story.
Working quickly he cut the ropes binding their hands and feet. They were Elves, but what were they doing tied up in a hidden hut in the middle of the forest? His addled mind couldn’t puzzle it out.
“We have to go, darkspawn. There are horses at farm... west of here.”
Neither of them moved and Rallick realised with a faint touch of irritation that they were afraid of him. With a sigh he flipped the sword around and offered it hilt first.
“More of the spawn are coming.”
The female elf nodded and took the sword. Then the three of them were out in the forest, stumbling through the darkness with only the occasional flash of lightning to guide them. Rallick collapsed at some point and when he came too he found himself carried between the two elves, his feet dragging over the ground. They reached the farmhouse and another wave of dizziness overtook him. Struggling to stay conscious he fell to the ground, the female elf bending down to try and help him while the other ran to catch the only horse left. Rallick realised with a start that the others must have bolted when he was attacked.
“Both of you get on the horse and ride.”
The Elf's eyes were big in her face.
“I’m hurt badly and there's no way that horse can carry the three of us. The two of you might have a chance.”
She nodded, obviously torn between her need to escape and not wanting to leave him to die. The first urge won out. Placing the sword back in his hand she ran to where the other had got the horse under control and the two of them mounted. Rallick watched them ride off towards Lothering as sleep began to tug at his mind. His last thought before blacking out was that it really was a very beautiful sword.
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