Dragon Age: The Barbarian (PM Interest)

My name is Bresk Frostvale and I am a Chasind, a barbarian of the Kocari wilds, but I am originally from the icy southern ice lands of Ferelden, I am a warrior and proud of it. I was raised by my mother as my father died fighting against a rival tribe, making us leave the frozen tundras to the south, my true calling is battle and my axe and I have gone through a lot together. My current tribe is a big one ,we travel as nomads across the marshes of the Kocari Wilds, summer is soon to end. I am only a small time hunter of my tribe, not really a member as when my mother died I had no one to prove it too, so I never took my ritual as a member of the tribe when I came of age, but they still let me travel with them until I found what to do with myself.

As I was moving through the thick forest of the wilds I smelled fire and blood in the air, taking my bow I released a fire arrow into the air, a signal to all local Chasinds that a battle was going on, and then I caught sight of the battlefield and quickly released an arrow surrounded by a black haze, a signal of darkspawn. I knew the tribe would leave me here, we had no attachment to each other, as they had to get out of here and away from the darkspawn.

Taking my axe off my back, shouldering my Chasind made longbow, I leaped out of the tree lines and with a roar split a darkspawn dressed in golden armor in half with my greataxe. "HRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGAAAAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAHHH!!" My battlecry carried over the battlefield and the darkspawn halted in their fighting and turned towards me, the word I had shouted must mean something to them, I do not know what it means to them ,but to me, it means one thing, battle.

Darkspawn blood sprayed into the air, my ice blue colored axe splitting through their twisted bodies with gruesome results, organs and blood spraying over the ground and myself. I knew of the taint of the darkspawn, as the Chasind had faced some darkspawns before, but I knew it would have no effect on me, why do you ask? Because when young had a man who wanted my mother feed me cooked darkspawn flesh, to give my mother free reigns for him to claim, I had been bedridden for a whole week but had recovered rather well. The man who poisoned me was put to death as Chasinds saw children as precious.

This immunity helped me through the battle I was in now, my axe splitting their flesh and armor, and my bare hands breaking limbs and bones apart like rotten wood. As I swept through the horde I suddenly found myself punched in the side, sent flying over the horde and landed on some dark spawn, who I quickly killed before staggering up from their dead corpses, hefting up my axe I didn't see the golden armored man behind me fighting along side a man in grey armor wielding a dagger and longsword, no, my eyes were on the giant darkspawn moving towards me, it had been the one to punch me.

"RUUUUUUUUUUGAAAAAAABAAAAAAAAAH!!!" The darkspawns halted again, their eyes staring at me with curious glances, as if my battle cry had affected them somehow, taking the opportunity I leaped up and smashed the flat side of my axe into the big thing's face, making it stagger to the side. I then swung the deadly blade into the ribcage of the giant who then tried to grapple me, using my axe's handle as support I lifted up my body over the grabbing hands of the giant darkspawn and kicked the handle, sending the blade deeper into its side, making the big thing scream out in agony.

Grabbing it left ar mas it screamed I released my axe and climbed over the big thing and heaved its big arm back over its head and it screamed even , more trying to grab me with its other arm ,which I too grabbed and I heaved, heaved and then some roaring out as I slowly began to tear off the arms of the big creature.

"KAAAAAAAAAAAGRAAAAAAAAAASH!!!!" There was an explosion of bone and flesh was the two giant arms were torn off its owner's body, and I then leaped at the groaning dark spawn and began to use the big arms in my hands as fleshy clubs, beating the thing with its own arms, making it fall over on its back. In my battle lust I leaped up on its cheast and beated its face with its arms savagely and I didn't notice the dead silence around me as I beat the ogre's rapidly swelling face until I smashed the left arm into its skull, the stump first, crushing the skull, and with the other arm held up by my own two hands I shouted out in victory, breaking the big arm apart by my bare hands, spreaying blood over my body.

"KRAAAAAAAAAAAAADRAAAAAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Throwing the two pieces aside I tore out my axe from the ogre's side and swirled it around before turning towards the staring dark spawns, though the remaining humans were also staring ,though more in shock, terror and disgust then curiosity like the filthy blight born creatures.

The air began to shift as I swirled my axe, I could feel power swelling in me and I raised my arms towards the sky and then with a strong leap moved towards the darkspawn, a strange chant I had never before spoken coming out of my lips, never noticing how my eyes were glowing white and my hair moved around in an invisible wind, my body only partially stained with blood, even though I had practically bathed in the stuff. As I fought the chant grew stronger and soon enough was my white hair glowing white as well as my tribal runes, a frosty air coming fro m my body, and as my axe cut through the dark spawn their flesh was frozen by the mere touch of my axe, shattering their corrupted bodies like glass.

OOC: And that's where the rp begins, this will be an rp about Bresk having a good time with a beautiful woman, preferable a gray warden, along with several other females who joins in on the fun now and then. The gray warden will have escaped from the tower after lighting the signal, but if a soldier is picked then she was the gorge fighting alongside the king, and the gray warden survives come in later in that case. PM Interest, I have some ideas for the female character, and the other npc female characters, but suggestions are appreciated.

OOC: Okay, I will just make a short bump here *types on his keyboard* and we're done

OOC: Hmmm... perhaps I should give more insight about the rp...

((Probably either that most people haven't played or else that your at a tricky spot, seeming to fight next to Cailan and Duncan at Ostagar which was a bad place to be what with the total slaughter of the human side. I'll see what I can do though. ))

*Edit: Oh whoops. I missed the PM interest thing in my tiredness and ideas for writing. I can undo this if needed.*



Erina expertly dodged an attack from charging darkspawn and spun around, dual blades cleaving it apart, it's blood splashing her body and soaking her red hair.

"Light it! Light it now!" The lithe elven girl who had just days ago been confined to a life in the slums of the human cities yelled to her companions.

She turned rapidly, just barely dodging an attack from another of the monstrous darkspawn before her blades flashed forward slashing out it's throat and belly sending it staggering back into a group of it's fellows.

"Before we are old, Alistair!"

The signal fire burst into life, sending the signal to the waiting forces that had been carefully positioned to provide support to the kings forces at the critical time.

"Got it! Now we just need to- Agh!" Alistair cried out and slumped to the ground with a poisoned arrow buried in his shoulder. Erina hastened to take up a defensive position protecting his fallen form as more of the monsters swarmed into the room.

"At least the signal is given... the battle will be won." she thought, not knowing the treachery that was even now taking place. The darkspawn sensed their victory, flooding into the room and spreading out to surround her and the fallen body of Alistair.

She took quick stock of the situation. There were at least two dozen of them. The exit path was blocked by more entering the room. Alistair was wounded, her protection was his only chance. And her light armor was damaged by several glancing blows from the long fight to get here and as a result was slowing her down.

She made a snap decision and unbuckled the top of her damaged armor, letting it fall, letting her move more freely and leaving only a thin layer of exertion drenched cloth to cover her breasts, the nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. At least she would be able to move, and maybe take a few of these monsters with her. She steeled herself for the hopeless fight as the darkspawn licked their lips in anticipation.

And in the next moment, there was a great cry and a smashing sound as something smashed through the wall and came between her and the monsters. It looked like a giant bird of some kind, and as I spoke Erina remembered the voice of Flemeth, the witch of the wilds.

"Come along now, Girl. Even Flemeth can see that now is no time to be undressing in front of the boys."

Erina didn't hesitate. With all her energy she pulled the heavier human Alistair up atop the birds back alongside her and in the next moment they were away.

"Such a sad state to see the wardens in." mused Flemeth as they flew. "To think that they would be routed thus by the very things they sought to hunt before."

The elven girl couldn't believe her ears. "That's impossible. The Wardens can't be defeated. The signal was lit, the plan will work!"

Flemeth cackled. "Such optimism girl. But you will learn. Flemeth will show you, even!"

The great bird changed course and flew towards the battle below where the humans were locked in combat with the Darkspawn. It looked as though the battle was a rout, there were broken human bodies everywhere. Yet in one place miraculously it looked as though the line had held, though for how long was anyones guess.

"Take me there..." Erina told the great bird that was Flemeth, pointing at the spot. "And take care of Alistair while I'm away."

Flemeth swooped low, and at the perfect moment the Elven girl leapt from her back, flipping in mid air before slicing with her blades using the downward momentum to eviscerate a pair of darkspawn that had been sneaking up behind one of the humans, a man with glowing runes who was swinging an axe like it weighed nothing.

Rolling to her feet, Erina turned to the barbarian and looked him over quickly before moving to cover his flank in battle. "You look like you know what's going on, Human. Help me find Duncan and we might just get out of this alive."

OOC: I'd like it if you pmd your character's description, background and class, the post is fine though I think it would be more fitting if you removed the flemeth part and had the darkspawn withdrawing from the tower to handle the barbarian, thus leaving the two to get to the frontlines, but that's just a suggestion on my part.

((Cool. Sent you a PM))

I did not know who this elf was but she clearly wanted to meet someone, probably someone of the warriors who were fighting against the horde. I didn't know who this Duncan was, but I could tell that this elf was very pretty and she had a scent that made my nostrils flare, but now was no time for mating , I had to fight until every vermin who walked these plains were sliced apart and crushed into the soils. "Bresk no know Dun Kan, but Bresk help elf if elf need it. Now we fight! DOOOOOOORRUUUUUUUAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" Swinging my axe I sent an arch of wind at my enemies, making a deep gorge in their rants appear as the wind slashed their shapes and ranks apart like rotten wood.

Rushing forward I swung my weapon, splitting the darkspawns apart, the cold wind that was engulfing me freezing anything I deemed to be an enemy. Howling out in blood lust I leaped upwards as a group of darkspawn charged towards me with spears and lances and turning my body in mid air I grasped my axe with one hand and with an inhuman roar I swung it and let go of the handle, and my double edged two handed weapon spun like a disk of death and cut through the masses of dark spawn like a reaping scythe. With my bare fists held up I howled out and rushed the first available darkspawn and punched his skull clean off the neck and grasped the corpse by the ankle before it could slacken and froze it into a solid ice statue and then lifted it up and threw it at the darkspawns, it crushed ten or so darkspawns before its flight came to an end as it struck the ground and shattered into ice shards, ending more dark spawns.

"DAAAAARAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAHH!" Once more on the move I smashed my fists into any nearby darkspawn, their bodies crumbling like glass as my frosty aura froze their bodies before my fists even struck their tainted flesh. crushing a path through the thinned out horde I spotted something up ahead, it was the frontline of the humans fighting the darkspawn, there was a large ogre grasping a golden armored man, I then spotted a familiar blue blurr in the sky behind the ogre and raised my hand and the ogre's skull was sliced off its neck as m y axe returned from its flight, slicing a fresh path through the darkspawns. I caught it and used its momentum to spin around and release another wave of air into the darkspawns, making yet another slice of corpses of their dark numbers.

With my axe once again in my hand I roared out in a charge and rushed towards the darkspawns, my body was glowing white by now and they were frozen before I even reached them, and as I charged like a bull the shaking steps I took shattered their bodies, I made sure to keep the elf woman behind me so she didn't get overwhelmed, by the darkspawn, but she seemed to hold her own pretty well. Then with a last swing of my axe I cut down a row of five darkspawns before we reached the barricades of the warriors, our blood stained shapes making the men cheer in victory as they had witnessed the massacre we had brought to the filthy beasts.

The man in golden armor, his right arm in a sling from where the ogre had broken it, came running towards us with a man in gray armor, along with two men in full plate armor wielding shields and swords. "Thank the maker you came when you did Erina! We were being overwhelmed when Loughain's support didn't arrive, where is he?"

I could feel the tense feeling in the air as the gray armored man placed a hand on the golden knight's shoulder and spoke up in a solemn voice. "Your highness, I am afraid that Loughain has betrayed us."

The man turned around with wide eyes and sputtered a little, clearly not believing what he had heard. "W-what!? Duncan! Loughain would never betray us to the darkspawn! Sure he's a little grumpy but he's no betrayer and certainly no deserter of his own men! That's high treason with a punishment of death!"

"I am afraid he ha betrayed us your majesty, the signal fire is lit, and yet his soldiers have not come, and it has been over an hour since it was lit. But we cannot focus on the matters of Loughain at the moment sire, we have to worry about the darkspawns, we cannot hold them off much longer." It was then that I decided to voice my own opinion, I had no idea what most of the things they said meant, but I knew how to fight darkspawn.

"Bresk kill all darkspawns for ye goldy, ye take yer men away from Ostagar, Bresk smash darkspawns, until there be no darkspawn left for Bresk to smash." It was the first time the men first noticed Bresk and they seemed a bit startled by the mountain of a man who stood before ,them, they had thoguht he had died when eh charged the darkspawn apparently.

"Y-you!? You should be dead! Nobody should survive a horde of darkspawns on his own! Who are you!?" One of the guards of the golden man spoke up and pointed his sword at me, I grasped the sword, not caring about the edge as it pierced my skin and bent the blade like it was a lead pipe.

"Bresk Frostvale be me name, Chasind barbarian and Frost Barbarian Bresk be, born of da frozen souths and raised in da Chasind tribe, if ye no warrior then ye no point sword at Bresk, it be da challenge in Frost Barbarian ways." The knight stared at the red steel sword that had been bent a perfect ninety degrees, some of the soldiers spoke angrily about my heritage, I knew about the history of the southern Barbarians and the Chasinds being invaders, but I'd care less about their views of my people, I am who I am, no more, no less.

She had followed quickly behind him as he rampaged, blades flashing time and again to cut apart the monsters that came against them. As he tore the lines to shreds, she closed on and made quick work of the scattered surivors of his massive attacks.

He was clumsy, she decided. Too big and too slow, wasting energy on great overpowering attacks when the quickest movements of the wrist could send a blade forward and back to fell a foe. Yet despite this, he put his whole heart into the battle, and he was strong and powerful.

She spun, blade singing to behead a darkspawn and saw him throw his axe and cleave an entire line of the enemy. "Very strong and powerful..." she thought. She felt something inside her at it, some ache within her at watching him move... but quickly subdued it. She had to focus.

He was big and slow, but strong and powerful. She was fast and deadly, but lacked raw power and durability. She smiled, realising they covered each other perfectly, and once again hurried to keep up with him. The two of them carved their way through the darkspawn, his attacks smashing their lines and scattering their groups, and her blades cutting down the survivors and the sneaks who sought to circle around the blood raging barbarian and attack from behind when he was distracted.

After what seemed an eternity of brutal bloodshedding but was probably only a few minutes in reality, they at last found themselves before Duncan and the gold armored King Cailan. The King greeted her quickly. "Thank the maker you came when you did Erina! We were being overwhelmed when Loghain's support didn't arrive, where is he?"

Erina shot a glance to Duncan, who met her gaze, and a moment later she looked down. Duncan nodded grimly. "I am afraid he has betrayed us your majesty. The signal fire is lit, and yet his soldiers have not come, and it has been over an hour since it was lit. But we cannot focus on the matters of Loughain at the moment sire, we have to worry about the darkspawn, we cannot hold them off much longer."

Erina bit her lip for a moment, and then opened her mouth to speak, but it was the barbarian who spoke before she could. "Bresk kill all darkspawns for ye goldy, ye take yer men away from Ostagar, Bresk smash darkspawns, until there be no darkspawn left for Bresk to smash."

The others were unbelieving. The man's power was obvious, but surely against such a horde he would be doomed to fall and the apparent arrogance of the chasind made some of the humans begin to raise their voices in anger. One of them drew a blade and pointed it at Bresk, who promptly bent it into two. She felt that feeling inside her again, but buried it deep within her again as well.

Two other men angrily began to draw their swords as well, but Erina moved in a flash and almost faster than the eye could see both of them found themselves with blades pressed against their throats. "Be still, Shem. This one is on our side, and we need all the help we can get."

She looked over to Duncan. "You told me that race and origin were unimportant in the fight against the Darkspawn. That human and elf and dwarf and mage and knight and warrior and rogue and noble and thief would all have to come together to face down the horde. Now this man seeks to fight them as well. Will we turn on him for his heritage? Or welcome him as an ally against the darkness?"

Duncan was quiet for a moment, and then spoke. "It is as she says. My lord, we cannot afford to turn away allies at a time such as this. Come, let us retreat and regroup with what time the Chasind can buy with his life. Erina, are you ready to depart as well?"

She looked out over the battlefield again, and at the man who had promised to fight off the remaining horde, an almost certainly hopeless fight. "I will stay, and fight alongside him. We can cover each other. We will cost them dearly before they get through us."

"Erina..." Duncan's voice was serious.

"There is no time, Duncan. You must get the King out of here. Leave the rest... to us." She drew her blades back from the human soldiers and took up her place defending the barbarian's flank once again as the others prepared to retreat. She looked at the man again, her eyes going over his body, taking in his strength... the power that radiated from him... and then steeled herself.

It would be a battle to remember.

"Elf should go with goldy from battle, Bresk no hold back any more. And elf may get hurt." I may have sounded arrogant but it was the truth, we of the frost barbarians were not feared for being weaklings, we had attacked the Tevinter Imperium with our barbaric ways and managed to claim one third of their lands before they managed to draw us to a standstill by Ostagar. A frost barbarian fought to the death, taking down as many as he coulfd before he fell ,and those times it had been against the cunning of man and the powers of the mages we had fought. These darkspawns held cunning and power, but when compared to what we of the southenr tundras had battled through our survival, they were but vermin beneath our boots.

"OUGRAAAAAMAAAAAAKRAAAAAAH!!!!" A freezign gale exploded from my body, and I howled out in blood lust as I leaped off the barricades and threw my self into the hordes of tainted filth, the gale of ice froze them where they stood, my howling cries shattering their frozen bodies, this was the might of the Frost Barbarians, we fought with the power of the snow, the frost, the ice and the wind, cold, unforgiving, chilling, freezing and shattering. I sdwung my axe in wild battle glee as I smashed their bodies to shattered cinder, the horde that had once been like an ocean of darkness was now a mere fraction of its former glory, my aura of coldness freezing the lands along with them, makign a pure white land of frozen darkspawns, which shattered each time I shouted out my battlecry.

After what seemed like hours I was standing, shaking, covered in the blood of my enemies, gashes and arrows covering a good portion of my body, but I was alive, and all my enemies laid crushed beneath me, the commander of the horde, lying crumbled like a broken puppet beneath my feet, his skul lcrushed by my leather boots. Raising my axe I howled out, it was no word, it was not even a battle cry, it only sang one thing ,one thing that mattered to any warrior, to anyone who had survived battled to fight another day, it was a sound of glorious victory.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"

As I tensed my muscles was every arrow and blade in my body pushed out by my muscles and I stood, bloodied, but alive, my axe over my shoulder and snow sstarting to fall as a new sun began to rise in the horizon. Brushing a blood drenched lock of hair out of my eye I walked down from the mountain of corpses, tired but smiling, as a victory was always a time to rejoice for the oen to be victorious.

My body was shaking as I marched across the frozen battlefield, I was marvled a how I had managed to survive long enough to do all this, it was no illusion to me that I could have died easily once overwhelmed, but I had survived. Then I saw the reason for my survival, the elf was lying unconscious on the ground, her body sore and tired ,but alive from her breathing, many corpses of darkspawn lying around her, archers and magic users, the banes of any clsoe range warrior. Grasping her smaller shape with my big hand I lifted her over my shoulder and began to walk towards the remnants of the camp in Ostagar.

As I reached the top of the mountain I was meet by a large eagle, carrying a wounded man on its back, I knew it was no natural creature, it had a stench of magic, grasping my axe with my free hand I prepared for battle whe nthe eagle spoke. "So there are some of the Frost Barbarians remaining here in Ferelden? I never thought I'd see the day I saw one of your kind here in these wilds again. Get onto my back Barbarian, you and your friend needs healing and I am the one who can help you, Warrior of the Frozen Dragon." I decided to do as the eagle said, it was correct, I had no way of healing us both without risking one of us, so I climbed onto the back of the large eagle and she tooo kus deep into the wilds.

Three days went by after the battle, I helped Flemeth and her daughter Morrigan to cure the elf and her friend, my own wounds healed on their own, though Flemeth had wanted me to lie down she understood the ways of the barbarians, be it in pain or in pleasure, a woman's life is as precious as the child she will carry. To us barbarians was any life precious, but those of the mother and the child were the most precious, we of the men fought to the death for them ,we were their protectors and fathers, the Tevinter Imperium had captured many of our children and mothers, thus the reaso nfor our invasions were to reclaim what they had stolen.

Now the elf was starting to recover, the man, Alistar was his name, had gotten up half a day ago and spoken to Flemeth about what had happened, at first he had been distrusting of me but when Flemeth explained how I had been the one to save the gold armored man named Cailan and the gray armored man named Duncan fro mthe horde and kept it occupied for them to run ,he had gotten friendlier, a little creepy with a weird sense of humor but otherwise harmless. I was standing by the elf's bed with Morrigan and spoke up with a smile as she woke up. "Elf feeling better now?"

She had expected to die.

Against such overwhelming odds, what other outcome could there have possibly have been? In the end it had been a good fight, and when she had at last been overwhelmed she had not been sorry for her choice.

And then, she awoke. Her eyes opened slowly, her entire body aching with her injuries yet suddenly and unexpectedly overjoyed to be alive. She drew in a deep breath, filling her lungs with air and looked around.

"Elf feeling better now?"

She quickly turned to the sound of the voice and saw him. "The Big Shem," she thought. The barbarian from the battle... still alive and looking as though he had fully recovered from that terrible battle, while she still laid in bed.

She tried to move, but winced in pain. She was still recovering, a blanket covering the bandages all over her otherwise naked body. "Did he bandage me while I was out?" she thought. If he had, he had probably seen all of her by now. That thought made her blush deeply, but she tried to maintain composure.

"You..." she tried to speak, finding it difficult. "You... won...? You... saved me? Wh-why?"

"Da battle be over, Bresk smash filth good until no more be able da be smashed. Life be precious fer Barbarians, south be harsh, many no live long, most precious be child and woman. Breask no leave elf, elf both be woman an' good warrior, honour in battle be Barbarian way, Bresk think elf be strong as Barbarian." I then motioned a hand over to Morrigan, who was eying my bare torso with hungry looks, something I noticed many women did, though she had been one of the more direct women to do so. "She be Morrigan, she an' mother Flemeth heal elf an' tin can man, Bresk help, Bresk know da way of da healing crotch." Morrigan muttered in a slight blush as she looked down at my trousers when I said crotch instead of touch. "If you'd only need that to heal someone then there wouldn't be a sick woman in the world."

Scratching my head in confusion at her words I pondered what she meant before I understodo and laughed good heartedly. "Oh sorry, TOUCH! Touch not Crotch hehe. Bresk no be good at da common tongue. Elf be good now though? Tin can man be worried, think ye should buckle' an' tell him ye be fine or Bresk be forced sa smack his skull like last day when tin can man being creepy, crying an' hugging 'imself." I then left the hut in a whistling tune before coming outside and saw Flemeth and Alistar speak toeach other. "Elf be awake now!" Alistar rushed towards the door only for me to smack him in the head, even Barbarians knew not to enter a room with a woman dressing herself, though why since we do our medical arts on naked patients I've never understood.

"Keep yer pants on tin can man, elf dress 'erself, ye no enter yet." Dragging the stunned man back to Flemeth, who was laughing good heartedly, I spoke to the old prune. "Flemeth need help with da wood?"

"No need Barbarian, you have gathered enough wood, water and food for us to last four winters, had I known you barbarians were such excellent hunters and foragers I would have made sure to make one of you my boy toys long ago, too bad you are too wild to be tamed. Though I doubt you have many women who complain about that, Morrigan being one of them I assume?" "No, Morrigan no mate with Bresk yet, Bresk no feel da need fer da fucking yet."

That only made the old mage laugh even harder. "A Barbarian whose not interested in sex with a beautiful woman!? Hahahahahaha! Oh dear lords I'd never thought I'd see the day any non-templar male could control his lower parts for more then an hour and here's one who has held himself in check for over four days!"

She blushed even more deeply at the images that went through her mind as Morrigan and Bresk laughed at the thought of his "healing crotch." ""If you'd only need that to heal someone then there wouldn't be a sick woman in the world" Morrigan said.

Erina stole a quick look over the barbarian's body. "With his size, he would probably kill me..." she thought, pausing for a moment before the thought finished itself in her head. "It would be a good death."

His voice interrupted her thoughts as he turned to go outside having seen that she was awake. Elf be good now though? Tin can man be worried, think ye should buckle' an' tell him ye be fine or Bresk be forced sa smack his skull like last day when tin can man being creepy, crying an' hugging 'imself."

She nodded thankfully, and as he left she slowly pulled herself out of bed and began to dress herself. Morridan smiled deviously and leaned against the wall. "Quite the lucky one, aren't you? Such a catch. Tell me, do you intend to share? Or are you keeping this one all for yourself?"

"What... what do you mean, Morrigan?" Erina stammered in response. Morrigan waved her hand dismissively.

"Oh come now, let us not play games. You are a woman, are you not? Do not try to deny it. You desire him. Your body desires him. Tis quite obvious to see in the way you steal glances at him, the way you blush as you no doubt consider in that elven mind of yours what he might do to you when you are alone. I watched for but a moment but it was more than enough to know."

Erina swallowed slowly at Morrigan's words feeling suddenly very hot inside, and yet not in a bad way.

Morrigan continued speaking as she walked across the room. "Oh, I wouldn't worry. His kind are hardly able to contain themselves for one day, let alone four. I'm sure he'll give you what we both know you want before too long now. All I ask is that afterwards I am allowed my turn as well."

Erina shook her head trying to clear it of the thoughts that now rushed through her mind and quickly finished dressing herself. She cursed herself silently, she had allowed herself too much freedom in thought and now with Morrigan saying these things...

She rose and went to the door of the hut, pausing for just a moment to take a deep breath to steady her body and mind before opening it and stepping outside, eyes squinting as she got used to the sunlight.

She saw Alistair and walked over towards him to talk. He was overjoyed to see her, and babbled on about how worried he had been and how glad he was she had survived. She smiled and laughed, told him that she was glad he was alive too and that she still had a friend. They talked like that for a short time and she felt herself again, calm and in control. Then Alistair mentioned Bresk. 'So... what are we to do about him?"

Erina looked back towards the hut. Off to the side was Bresk, saying something to Flemeth, his body strong and powerful as ever. She felt her insides flutter looking at him, turned away slightly only to catch Morrigan giving her a smug smile, and quickly asked Alistair if there was any place nearby where she could be alone to gather her thoughts. He nodded and gave her directions to a small secluded wilderness grove nearby.

She thanked him and told him she would be back later and not to worry, and quickly left for the spot where she hoped she could take control of her body and mind and all the thoughts and feelings rushing through her. She didn't even realize that Bresk had seen her go, or think that he might decide to follow her.

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I spoke to Flemeth when Alistar and the elf spoke to each other, and then I heard Alistar speak up to Flemeth. "We have to do something, while the king is alive is he without a doubt too injured from the battle to truly stand against Loughain and the Darkspawn, we have to do something, anything, to stop the coming Blight. Even if Duncan survived am I not sure how many other Grey Wardens survived, just the three of us cannot fight the darkspawn." Raising an eyebrow I spoke up before Flemeth could, making the infamous With of the Wilds raise an eyebrow as I spoke up a plan no one would think of a barbarian, the way we talked didn't help people in thinking of us as smart I will admit.

"Ye need army tin can, numbers good against blights, ye warden guys got friends ye can call on right? Why don't ye just ask them? Build army with da friends ye find in da lands. Bresk know many a people willing da fight darkspawn, barbarians not be da only ones liking da battlefield." Alistar and Flemeth stared at me with surprised looks at my plan and even more surprised that I had contacts with people who would be willing to battle a Blight. While I was a Frost Barbarian and a Chasind Barbarian was I by no means antisocial, I had many contacts and friends in these lands and I knew secrets that few even realized.

"Yes! The treaties! They obligate dwarves, elves and mages to help grey wardens during a blight!" As alistar finally got the idea and spoke to flemeth about the treaties I looked for the elf, only to discover she was walking of into the forest, decided to follow, in case there would be trouble, I didn't notice a musky scent in the air, though I did not ice how my blood seemed to pump faster through my veins, as if to tell me my body was finally getting excited after so many days without mating, as we barbarians were very sexual people is it common for us to have sex once a day, I had been without for over a week now, and my hormones were starting to burst out of my body with the scent of a fertile woman nearby, though I had yet to realize this as I followed the elf.

It was only a short time before she reached the secluded grove. It was a quiet place. Peaceful. Private. The old trees towered majestically, while the smaller trees and plants grew underneath, new life springing from seeds planted in the fertile soil.

She found a place, roughly in the middle of the grove visible from the hidden entrance but otherwise hidden from the outside, and sat down slowly to try to meditate and think things through.

Her body and mind seemed to almost be in rebellion against her, so great were these unexpected feelings and attractions towards the barbarian. Yet she knew that she had responsibilities. She was a Grey Warden. She was meant to fight and defend against the Darkspawn, to battle the blight to the end. Her body had burned in agony to endure the Grey Warden Joining in order to give the the power to do so.

And now her body burned in a different way, desiring a different kind of Joining.

She shuddered, feeling herself lose the centered calm of the meditation again. She tried to calm herself again, failed, and sighed deeply. It was not working. Her body would not cooperate. She looked around at the trees, sighed again, and slowly laid back till her back was on the ground and she was looking up at the great trees.

Maybe... maybe if she gave in to her bodies demands here... just for a short time and far from where anyone else could see, she could quiet the burning desires within her long enough to focus on the tasks at hand...

Her legs spread slowly as her hands slowly pulled apart her clothes and light armor. She sighed softly as she felt her own breasts, the nipples hard from arousal, and then slowly slid her hands down between her spread legs.

She found herself already warm and wet, her fingers slowly playing over her exposed sex. She gasped softly as she slowly pushed a finger into herself, arcs of pleasure going through her as the finger sank into her hot tight tunnel.
She closed her eyes and let out a short moan as her fingers started to move in and out, pleasuring herself. Her legs spread wider, her wetness flowing freely soon saturating the area in her scent, the scent of the arousal and fertility of a woman deep in heat. She lost herself in the feelings, no longer listening to what was around her or she might have heard the sound of someone entering the grove, having followed her.

"Bresk..." she thought, imagining it was him that was doing this to her. Pleasure and desire arced through her and she moaned again."Gods... Oh Gods... Bresk...!" This time she had gasped it aloud, and inside her head she silently cursed herself for letting such thoughts have voice, but then reminded herself that she was alone, secluded, and that no one was here to see or hear her.

And then suddenly her mind snapped back to attention as she heard a twig snap under anothers foot, a big foot from the sound of it. Large enough to belong to a barbarian.

I followed the elf through the forest until she reached a grove, I remained out of sight to let her be calm, but then a sweet erotic scent filled the air as the time went by and then I could have sworn I heard her calling my name. Acting on instincts, ignoring the hardening bulge in my loincloth, I walked into the grove, intentionally snapping a twig to warn me I was there, and spoke up, keeping it unknown that I had been following her. "Bresk finally find elf, Bresk want to tell elf about next-"

I was no longer able to speak, not because of the sight of her naked sweating body, or the fact that her fingers were near her pussy, no what made me stop speak was the fact that I felt a hot body press against mine, a pair of soft breast with two erect numbs rubbing into my chest, while sharp nailed hands rubbed my abs and arms in delicate and soothing strokes. "Elf be okay?" Asking in innocence was better then to be blunt sometimes, but sometimes it was good to be both of those.

As she spoke I felt her rubbing against me and I silenced her by gently gripping her chin, letting the underside of her sweet lips stroke against my thick thumb as I rubbed the the tip of my thumb over those soft lips, making her open her lips by reflex. She let out a sweet gasp as I lowered my head to look into her eyes and asked out, this time, my hot breathe stroking over her lips which were almost rubbing against each other, our tongues resting at the inner edge of sliding out of our mouths, to either pant or lick each other's bodies, my words striking the raging fires in us like a smith blowing the forge to make the strongest of weapons and armor from the white hot flames, my words, as blunt and strong, as the hammer in the smith's hand. "Do elf want to fuck Bresk?"

"Yes." She gasped breathlessly, feeling herself against him.

"I don't know what to make of you. I don't know what to do with these feelings... these wantings. I don't even know hardly what I am doing, I've never done this before... but... Yes."

She looked into his eyes. "You must think I am wrong and weak to want this from you. I'm not of your people. I'm not even of your kind. But it's true. I do want it. Forgive me..."

She felt his hand brush her pointed elven ears and moaned softly, and kissed him again passionately pressing her body agains his.

Returning her kiss I gently rubbed her body with my big hands, stoking her curves, rear, breasts and ears, though I focused on her ears as they seemed to be her sweet spots. I had never had sex with an elf woman before but I had heard from other barbarians that they often enjoyed having their ears rubbed, nibbled or licked, otherwise their sweet spots were the same as a human woman. Letting my throbbing bulge press against her stomach as she pressed herself against me I slid one of my fingersalong her spine slowly sliding it down between her buttocks and then rubbed the ti pagainst her wet slit, while m other rubbed its thumb over her earlobes, as my lips kept kissing her. Grinding my hips against her toned stomach I tried to make her feel as much as possible of my hard on so that she would touch it and release it from its cloth prison.

Soft moans and gasps escaped her as she felt every lick and touch of Bresk, building the fires of desire ever higher in her. Somehow he seemed to know just how to touch and feel her to make everything feel so much more intense, so much more powerful.

She became more and more aware of that big hardness pressing against her, only slowly realizing what it was, and upon realizing suddenly becoming obsessed with the thought of it... She had to see it.

She kissed Bresk back again fully, passionately, as her hands slid down his body to work quickly and deftly to undo his pants and free him...

Her unskilled but naturally talented hands undid my loincloth and my eighteen inch phallus was released, the dark, nearly black, flesh springing out with a wet slap that struck the firm abs of the elf, her hands grasping my rod, her small and delicate hands unable to grasp the entire girth of my phallus. My cock was already slick, I had been jacking off for four days to keep myself in check, and had been leaking precum since the morning, good thing my loincloth was enchanted to clean itself or I would be very sticky in the groin.

My cock was covered with dry and fresh precum ,making it sticky with the released seed and smelling of potency and the rare masculinity of a male barbarian. Releasing her lips from mine I gently push her down onto the rock, making her sit down, and then I thrust out my hips, gently slapping my sticky cock against her face, my balls pressing against her chin, my hands stroking her hair as I let her get the purest taste and smell of a barbarian male, something any female loved, though I had no clear knowledge why.

((Sorry for the long lack of posting. Been cut from the internet and trying to get it fixed. In the meantime will try to get somewhere where I can post as soon as I can get a little more time and actually do something))