Dragon age: The Barbarian Version 1.2 (Closed for Neysha)

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. "HRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!" My battle-cry 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.

"RUUUUUUUUUUGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" 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.

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!!" 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 chest and began to flatten its face with its own severed arms savagely and I didn't notice the dead silence around me as I beat the ogre's rapidly swelling face. Finally 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, spraying blood over my body.

"KRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" 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. I have some ideas for the female character, and the other npc female characters, but suggestions are appreciated.

Three months ago Thea Brereton was a cutpurse in Val Royeaux, the capital of the most powerful nation in all of Thedas, Orlais. It was three months ago when on a dare, she burglarized a Grey Warden safehouse and stole whatever looked valuable, including several phylacteries containing the darkspawn blood mixture required in a Grey Wardens initiation. When she was caught, the Grey Wardens had invoked the right of conscription to save her from getting her hands chopped off as punishment and in a twist of irony, she was forced, practically kicking and screaming, to undergo the Joining Ritual and imbibe the very darkspawn blood she had stolen.

And now ninty days later, she was amongst the vanguard of a Fereldan Army, fighting alongside the new King, the son of the man who had forced Orlais out of Fereldan thirty years ago. She was amongst the handful of Grey Wardens who had similarly disparate origins from all across the world, fighting now in the frontlines against the Blight. The great reluctance she had initially, was largely dissipated now.

Facing such overwhelming evil such as that of the Blight compelled her to change her mind about her new family, the Grey Wardens. Despite her reservations, she was now battling alongside them in what was starting to look like a desperate battle.

It had already been at least an hour since the forces of Fereldan and the Darkspawn horde had clashed, and the fierce tempo of the Darkspawns assault hadn't curbed in the slightest. Her arming sword and dagger flashed in the fires of battle, as the young blonde rogue used her small stature and natural quickness to her benefit, never engaging the enemy in open direct conflict.

She didn't start fights, she was ending them. Already the armies were engaged in numerous individual combats as Thea darted from one melee to another, driving dagger and sword into the legs and backsides of one Darkspawn after another while they were preoccupied with fighting someone else. For the past hour, she was teaming up with one of the Fereldan born Grey Wardens, a sword and buckler toting former swashbuckler known as Ser Jason.

Though they barely knew each other, he was the one who presided over her Joining in Orlais and despite how much she initially hated him, they soon realized in the midst of battle, they made a formidable pair. He would confront the Darkspawn, engaging one, two or even three of them at once, and as he took them head on, Thea would come in low, laying into the back of knees and necks with her deathroot coated blades, stunning, crippling and slaying his foes before they could even threaten him or counterattack. It was a tactic that had served them well, but as one hour stretched into two, both Thea and Ser Jason looked upward and saw the tower remain dark just as a skirmish line of fearsome and demonic Ogres lumbered into the battleline, even threatening the King himself.

And then... the pyre was lit.

Noticing the worried look on Thea's face, Ser Jason simply smiled as he waded into battle with renewed vigor. "Do not worry. Loghain will strike the flank and we will take the battle to the Archdemon," the Mariner turned Warden stated as he smashed his buckler into the jaw of an oncoming Hurlock, knocking him to the ground, before thrusting his sword into the exposed neck of the Darkspawn. But as the next wave of Darkspawn struck the defenders of Ostagar, out of the corner of their eye, they saw the tens of thousands of lighted torches of Loghain's army suddenly withdraw from the field as one.

Then, as if fated to occur, the cry erupted through the surviving defenders that the King had fallen, as his body was hurled aside by one of the assaulting Ogres. The battle suddenly turned into a massacre as many of Fereldans finest suddenly lost themselves to fear and despair and the entire front seemingly was enveloped by the overwhelming Darkspawn forces.

"We have to run!" Thea suddenly cried, fear filling her face as well as she noticed the Fereldan troops fleeing now, only to be cut down by black shafted arrows or trampled underfoot by the charging Darkspawn. Apparently ignorant of the plight of those running away blindly, Thea moved to join them when a strong hand seized her shoulder and pulled her into another direction.

"No. If we run through Ostagar, we'll be cut down," Ser Jason stated as he instinctively ducked, Genlock archers having honed in on the two. "To the river!" he then said, knowing a large stream whinnied its way through the Korcari wilds, fed by the great Southern glaciers and flowing northward into the Ocean far beyond. It's current was weak, but swift enough to carry them. "If we make it to the river, we can swim to safety!" he said as he led the way to the bank amidst the Darkspawn swarming about them.

Seemingly intent on stopping them, Hurlocks and Genlocks leaped from the wilderness surrounding them, only to be cutdown in midleap by Ser Jasons flashing sword, or knocked senseless by his buckler, and leaving them disoriented enough for Thea to dispatch of them with a quick sword stroke across their torso, or a dagger to the neck until a line of twisted and butchered darkspawn bodies were strewn in their wake. Up ahead, in the darkness they could see the shimmering waters of the stream ahead. "Almost there!" Ser Jason stated as a Darkspawn arrow deflected off his armored shoulder. "We must hurry," he said, pushing Thea forward.

"But your armor. How will you swim?" she asked, as with a tug of some cords, her own leather cuirass fell away while sprinting to the shore.

Ser Jason turned around, facing the pursuing Darkspawn. "Don't worry about that Thea. I'll cover you!" He turned around just in time to intercept a trio of arrows that thudded into his buckler, suppressing him as an Alpha Hurlock clad in bloody full plate armor leaped forward, wielding a man sized greatsword.

"I'm not leaving you!" Thea replied as another Hurlock charged down the bank, intent on taking Ser Jason from behind, only to be felled as she hurled a poisoned throwing dagger into his face, dropping him dead.

"I will throw you into that river kicking and screaming if I have to!" Ser Jason then said, half joking even as he faced his own death while rolling out of the way of a downward strike from the Alpha Hurlock.

She stood stunned, realizing he made the same statement to her as she was forcibly dragged to the Joining Ritual three months ago. And like that, an epiphany came over her. She turned to the stream. She had to live. If she didn't, there wouldn't be a Grey Warden left in Fereldan to stop the Blight. And it would spread beyond Fereldan, to the Free Marches... and to Orlais. She glanced up to the Tower, realizing it was likely retaken as well. It would be all up to her.

"Take my buckler! It'll watch your back!" he then said, as he tossed the shield to her in the midst of his melee. Catching it, she strapped it to her back and took one last glance at Ser Jason, just as he slipped another swing from the Alpha Hurlocks greatsword, and then drove his own blade deep under the Hurlocks ribcage, between his thick plates of armor, and slayed him outright. It was a decisive blow, but as the Alpha Hurlock toppled, Ser Jason struggled to retrieve his sword as suddenly a shower of arrows fell about him, and even more Darkspawn swarmed over his body, blades flashing, until he was out of sight.

Thea ran, and ran, feeling the arrows bouncing off the shield, Jason's shield, strapped to her back, each time saving her life as she reached the edge of the stream and simply leaped in as far as she could.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of lightning erupt from one of the Darkspawn on the bank, aimed in her direction. The lightning lit up the night brilliantly when just as the lightning struck the water she was swimming in, she saw Ser Jason tackle the Darkspawn magic user, dagger in his hand and driving his short blade into the unarmored emissaries body over and over again.

The lightning struck the water and suddenly Thea froze in pain, before darkness overtook her and she drifted down the stream with the current, away from the battlefield, away from the Darkspawn.

My blood was on fire, my entire body was a nexus of cindering heat and chilling frost, I roar, my battle lust filling my every sense as I crush through their forces. A gleeful expression on my face I do not even flinch as an arrow strikes my gut, barely passing through the skin of my hard abs, I do not know time, I do not know presence, all I know is the need for battle. I do not know if Darkspawn can know fear, and yet they falter, their corrupted minds, halting in their attempts to approach me, in my people's way of life that is a weakness, never waver, never surrender, never retreat, never stop fighting never show weakness!

My body is like a walking blizzard, gales of freezing wind emitting from my body as I howl out into the night sky, the freezing powers of my people going into overload. The more into my battle lust I go the stronger my frost becomes, it is said that the frozen wastelands was made by one of my people who fought and fought until his power turned against him, turning him into a living embodiment of ice, making the land grow chilling and snowy, he had affected an entire country on his own, no barbarian had been able to duplicate such a feat, no barbarian had ever reached such a high state of battle lust, and I was currently freezing up the fields of the old Tewinter out post Ostagar, the approach of winter aiding my power, expanding its reach even further.

Within hours have I completely frozen the Darkspawn and the battlefields, leaving a ghastly sight of frozen dead bodies, still standing to fight, yet never to fight again. A smile erupts on my tired face as my mind leaves the haze of battle rage and I raise my large axe in glorious victory, shouting it out in a wordless shout, cracking some of the frozen darkspawns.

I check for survivors, none to be found, until I stumble upon a bleeding man leaning against a rock, arrows, spears and daggers in his back, legs, arms, he was bleeding to death at a rapid rate, I couldn't stop it. He looks up at me and he sighs out in relief before speaking out in a weak voice. "Y-you are one tough son of a bitch barbarian hehe. T-think you can help out a dying Grey Warden in a final wish?"

Grasping his side I lift him up onto the rock he was leaning against and spoke up. "What be warden's wish?"

The man coughed up some blood, leaning against his elbows and muttered out. "T-there's another warden. H-hopefully she's still alive. She got blasted with lighting and drifted down the river. S-save her, protect her and help her stop this blight. If you don't I will come back as an archdemon to tear you inside out hehe." Nodding I pat his shoulder and I heft my axe over my shoulder and I speak up as I leave for the wilds. "Bresk find lost Warden lady, Warden join fallen warriors, he earned warrior's death."

"T-thank you..." The warden then slumped forward, the last of his energy spent, his hands gripping the longsword he had wielded, his body hunched, frozen in place, his face smiling in peace. I walk down the side of the river, it took me four hours until I saw something, or someone, a pack of wolves were sniffing a pretty woman on the beach, their intents for feasting on her flesh clear once they realize she is food. With my axe I split their bodies apart before they realize anything, then I take my knife and skinning them, warping the cold woman in their furs, while keeping the meat in a big bag of leather. I lift both her and the bag over my shoulders and carry her towards one of the safe houses in the forest, places for hunters to seek refugee in the night, holy places where no combat between hunters are allowed.

The closest spot is a hollowed out oak, camouflaged to appear like a tee but is really a hut on the inside. Reaching the safe house I push aside a big boulder used as a door, and go inside before putting it back in place. It has four beds, a furnace, a cauldron and firewood. Putting the woman onto one of the empty beds I take off her clothes and armor, leaving her naked body open, very tasty body too, can see her give powerful sons. Grasping the furs I had made I warp them around her to keep her warm, I then turn to the furnace, or rather heat stone s we call it. It is a hollowed out stone which we put firewood inside, less smoke and we discovered it lets us boil things faster by putting as cauldron on the top. I began to cook the meat on the heat rock's top, wolf steaks with boiled wild potatoes, wild garlic, medical herbs, carrots and smashed nut paste for sauce, mmm tasty treat.

Thea awoke with a shiver, as if feeling more cold, then fried despite her last memory being one of lightning and electrocution. Her blue eyes flashed open, as in a glance she quickly took in the entirety of her surroundings, having learned such an essential skill long before becoming a Warden and immediately took in everything so that by the time she had drawn her first breath, she had a lay of the interior of the hut.

Most noticeably Chasind barbarian that was squatting beside the stone hewn stove, cooking a hearty stew. Just as important, she realized under the furs that were so tenderly wrapped around her body to keep away the chill, she was completely nude and thus, this barbarian must've seen her exposed and vulnerable and yet, did not violate her.

Most intriguing.

From what she had heard of the Chasind Wilders from the Fereldans, they were a primitive and superstitious people. Aggressive, violent and temperamental as barbarians often tended to be and as such, she normally would've slain this one dead as soon as she could find something with a sharp enough edge. But already she could tell this one was different.

Undoubtedly he noticed her shiver as she awoke as her eyes were drawn to him while his head turned slowly to her, revealing his face to her. Slowly, the small statured female Warden sat up slightly, still clutching the furs to her chest as if to spare him a view he undoubtedly had already seen. She blinked her eyes for a moment, in an attempt to wipe away the grogginess of the last vestiges of her unconsciousness.

"Are thanks in order?" she asked slowly, as her eyes met his, and her foreign, Orlesian accent slightly carried through her voice as she focused on the mysterious man. "For some reason I feel as if I have seen you before, but... I cannot remember a context. Only the battle, with the Ogres wading into the fighting. A flash of cold, and creatures being locked in place." She shook her head.

"My mind must've lingered through the Veil after I fell in the stream..." she continued to explain wispfully as she tried to strike up a conversation with the first Chasind she had ever met.

I looked up from the stone oven, the wolf steaks were roasted and covered with herb filled honey as marination, the potatoes boiled and taken out of the cauldron and it was put into a simple clay bowl, carrots and wild garlic chopped up and mixed with the boiled potatoes while a thick paste like sauce of smashed nuts laid over both the steak and the veggies. Currently was I not preparing the meal, as it was finished, instead I was making herbal tea for the woman's cold body. So when I heard her voice I felt a bit curious about her accent, never heard such a voice in Ferelden or the frozen wastelands, very exotic.

Grasping the boiling cauldron I pour the water into a large clay cup filled with herbs and honey, mixing it around a bit, making it a clear green. I then take the bowl of food, along with a wooden fork, and walk over to her bed, and helped her grip the bowl. "I be Bresk, warrior of the frost-lands. Bresk come and smash through dark filth by ancient outpost, it be good fight, most fun bresk had in many winters. The living filth put up good fight, but Bresk put them down, them all smashed and frozen now. Bresk meet Warden, dying, he ask Bresk to find and help other Warden, protect and help defeat Blight caused by living filths. Bresk find Warden lady on river, wolves ready to chomp, wolves be food now, Warden lady get better within da day, food, medicine and filth power make Warden strong in da morrow."

I then grasp the cup and put it down by her bed, taking my own meat and eats it by the bed I had picked for myself, jabbing my food with my fork and eating it roughly, we barbarians and chasinds had little need for etiquettes, but we knew how to use fork and knives, I just choose to eat my food like I enjoyed it, like a beast riping the meat off the bones.

As the massive dusky skinned barbarian turned to her, handing her a cup of herbal tea, she found herself gulping as she realized just how powerfully and impressively built this man was physically. And apparently he had the skills to match his impressive body from the images she could remember and how he had just stated that the Battle of Ostagar was apparently... fun to him. Though granted, she found it somewhat amusing as well... at times. Though the thought of so many of her comrades, though not truly friends, laid a heavy survivors guilt upon her heart as she sipped the tea.

As he tore into the wolf steaks in a manner she half expected, she felt compelled to thank him again, as her eyes traveled over his body, silently admiring his physique, and the character of the man as he had risked his life to save her.

"Thank you Ser Bresk. I have heard of you Chasind, but I have not seen any of you so close," she said with a frown as she continued sipping her tea, not quite feeling ready to eat anything heavier yet. "Those of your people I have seen were refugees, fleeing north, away from the Darkspawn," she continued to say, letting her Orlesian accent filter more and more through her voice as her fingers picked up a piece of garlic flavored potato and started to eat. "Since you are Chasind, I am sure you won't mind..." she started to say, as she reached for her food and having no hand holding up the fur blanket, let it fall around her waist as she sat up.

If this was any other setting, she would've never exposed herself, but with him... she felt safe and... to be honest, being next to a man that was such the opposite of those foppish fools she knew of the cities, somewhat exotic. His brawn. His mannerism. It almost seemed raw... and so utterly masculine. Even intoxicating to her as she continued to eat despite being completely uncovered from the waist up and sitting beside the barbarian.

"And no need to call me Lady. I am not of noble birth or... mannerisms," she said as she too, though far more delicately, also ate with her fingers. "My name is Thea and I have only been a Warden for three months. The man you must've met earlier was Ser Jason, he was my recruiter," she said with a brief pause and then taking another larger drink of tea, not wanting her mind to go back to such a painfully fresh memory.

She put down the cup. "I should be leaving the first thing tomorrow. I believe I maybe the only Warden left in all of Fereldan and I am sure that you have your own people to be with. But come tomorrow, I must head to Orlais and rally the Grey Wardens and Orlesian Army. With luck, the Blight may not have consumed all of Fereldan by the time we return... though I would not bet on it." Thea finished the cup of tea and continued eating, slowly and deliberately as if without appetite but still finishing her bowl, even drinking the last morsels directly out of the bowl with an audible slurp.

Even Brest seemed surprised at her... behavior, perhaps making assumptions about her as she had about his people. "I grew up on the streets of Val Royeaux, we too have little need for etiquette when eating gruel and slop." She turned to him, placing her empty cup and bowl aside and gave the barbarian a long measuring look, while her milky white upper body, with her near strawberry blonde locks of hair, and large, round firm breasts and smooth stomach still remained exposed to him.

"Ser Bresk, I have no gold with which to pay you, and I do not even know if you have any need of such. You seem quite self sufficient, so I doubt you need my help in particular for anything," she added. "If you wish, and in the unlikely event we meet again, I could reward you for your generosity more appropriately but at this moment, I have nothing to offer you now in return but my friendship and the pleasure of my company," she added, as her exotic accent barely hid the underlying attraction in her voice as she continued to drink up the barbarians body, and raw masculinity, feeling herself being drawn to him in a surprisingly lustful manner and wondering if he felt the same.

Being a Chasind, she truly had no idea what to expect of him.

I have had many women in my dayds, we of the frost barbarians do not have the ritual of marriage, we share the women amongst us, but we do not force ourselves upon them as some wicked people would. Being born in a frozen wasteland the survival of our people is the biggest concern, thus we make sure to have many babies to keep our numbers intact, we also make sure t not let the babies be born in the winter as too many newborns dies during the coldest months.

But this exotic woman was a bit more... unique then what I was used to, the Chasind and the barbarian womena re mostly rough, muscular, hard worked, not as smooth like her. I had not seen such smooth and yet toned curves of a woman in all my life, it was a bit, exciting, though I kept it to myself. Though I had to admit how she didn't eat like those neat and tiddy people, noble was it? When she explained she was a rat child it made sense, to survive in any manner you let go fo the finer etiquettes of life.

Swallowing a mouthful of wolf meat, veggies and nut paste I speak up as I put aside my now empty bowl and pull out a waterskin, sipping it to swallow my food properly, and to give moisture to my body. "Bresk no be born Chasind, Bresk be born Frost Barbarian, from a frozen wastelands I be born, tribe in war. Mother take Bresk to Chasind nomads when father die in battle, Bresk be taught Chasind ways, but Bresk be Frost Warrior, ice, battle and survival be in me blood."

I then chuckled softly as she spoke of how she couldn't repay me properly and that she would offer friendship and company if we meet again. Well I was not going to let it bother me, as I was going to join her in her travels anyway. "Bresk gave word to aid Warden Thea, Bresk honor oath, oath is Barbarians' holy words, no break it without dire dangers. Will come with Warden Thea and aid with war against living Filth, sounds like much fun." I added the last part with a wide blood lust filled grin, my eyes glowing a little with the power of my people, a ghastly blue light of excitement rolling out of my eyes like a fog, making my smirk appear more... exotic then I intended, although I am sure she won't mind seeing how she keeps staring at me.

"I am sure you would create quite the fanfare if you ever come to Orlais and for what it is worth, I would be glad to have you come along. At the very least, I would need someone to help guide me out of the Wilds and back into Fereldan proper," Thea stated, finishing the rest of her meal that was provided to her out of politeness.

She had heard the barest of rumors of vast plains of solid ice even farther to the south but apparently only the Chasind Wilders had ever witnessed them firsthand. If what he said was true, that he was a Frost Barbarian, then perhaps his rare skillset would be even more useful then that of a typical highly skilled warrior. But all of this could be handled tomorrow.

"I should get my rest," Thea stated, noting that this shelter had a large spread of bedding. She was certain if she asked, that Bresk could undoubtedly stay outside, but she wasn't about to be as rude as to put him out after offering her such hospitality. "So... will you join me tonight?" she asked, as she pulled up her furs. It wasn't quite a direct invitation to romance, but it certainly could lead to that and at this moment, she was far from opposed to it as her attraction to this rough and masculine barbarian continued to grow.

I ponder her words a bit, while if she had been a Chasind or Barbarian I'd know if she wanted to mate with me, but the more... gathered peoples were far ore complex in nature then us of the tribes and the nomads. She could either be asked to mate, for warmth or just being considering my own condition, even though there are more then one bedding in this hut there are no other furs then the ones she have. After a little while I decide to take a chance and just sleep next to her, I have already mated this week so I am in no hurry. "Bresk will sleep next to Warden Thea, keep her warm, might get sick if not warm." I take off my weapons and gear, leaving me in only my loincloth, my white dreadlocks lying over my dark skin, the white tribal tattoos of my king resting on my shoulder and back. I help her to the bed, making sure she is comfortable before lying down next to her, my large body nearly twice the size of her smaller one, her smooth cold skin feeling rather comfortable as I am born and raised among the frozen wastelands, it felt kind of good, and her scent was very exotic, making me feel a bit warm in the gut as I fell asleep, something that often happened when my body started to get aroused, and I let sleep claim me and the gods guide me through the realm of dreams, the fade, to pray to them.

Thea inhaled sharply as she felt his powerfully muscled arms wrap around her lithe body, holding her tightly to his almost enveloping physique. The overwhelming sensation of his bodily warmth immediately soothed here as a feeling of complete safety and security in his massive arms and feeling his firmly muscled body pressing against her smooth backside as well as something else, through the thin sheen of the loincloth.

But she was already so tired, mentally and physically that any lingering thoughts of arousal soon drifted from her mind as she felt so incredibly cozy in his arms, and drifted off to sleep.

It seemed serene to her, as naturally people never remembered their dreams except for the last one before they wake but even Bresk could feel her small body almost tremble and shake from what was obviously night terrors, ones only the Grey Wardens, the ones who unknowingly imbibed the Archdemons blood, could feel and sense. As what would become a regular theme for her life now, several hours later Thea arose with a startle and a fright, as the images of the dragonlike Archdemon practically whispered to her throughout the entire night, finally bringing her awake in the morning.

While the nightmares were getting worse, at least she was coping with it better now. During the night, they had barely shifted their bodies but she noticed Bresk was still asleep.

With the nimbleness of an Orlesian rogue, she slinked out from under his massive arms, rising fully nude before Bresk while admiring how the seemingly comparatively small furs barely covered his almost naked body. She was admiring him all anew again it seemed but after taking several mental pictures of him sleeping, she decided to gently nudge him awake before getting dressed.

"If you truly wish to accompany me Bresk, we should leave soon," Thea stated as she started to get dressed. "I neglected to tell you this before, but I can sense the Darkspawn... and unfortunately they can do the same to me. I cannot stay in any one place... at least in the wilderness, for too long or they will most assuredly find me. If I am correct, there should be several small towns to the north of here, Honnleath and Lothering being the closest. We should consider heading to one of them, before the Darkspawn reach us there. Perhaps we can even find the refugees of your brothers the Chasind amongst them," she added hopefully.

I woke up by her nudges, it was a gentler way of waking someone up then a pile of snow in their groin, some of the women loved to do that to make our dicks rise up for some morning fun, I always found it annoying though. listening to her words I sit up from the bed and twist my neck side to side, popping it back into place and without breaking a momentum I stand up from the bed and walk over to my gear and straps it on, the dried jerky of wolf meat hung over the stone stove, tying it with a big clean band of linen I stuff the meat into a sack which I tie to my belt, with my size the thing just look like a big coin purse.

Grasping my axe I push aside the boulder blocking the entrance and I guide her out before pushing it back into place. "Bresk know that, Bresk sense living filth too, stupid man tried to kill Bresk with cooked filth meat to get Bresk's mother. He dead since long, Bresk can sense filth but they cannot sense Bresk." I then point my axe towards the north, towards the Ostagar ruins, the ghastly mists of my frosting battle remaining. "There be small town beyond the path past da ruined castle, no filth for miles, we safe that way."

The two of them started out, as Thea still had her old Mentors shield strapped to her backside. She had never used a shield before, preferring to wield her two blades in battle and using her natural mobility to avoid blows rather then block them with a shield, but it still had sentimental value to her as a remembrance as well as having saved her life once already by simply being strapped to her back.

"That makes sense. One of the new Grey Warden initiates, I believe Daveth was his name, said that he came from a village not too far to the northeast of Ostagar," Thea stated before a frown crossed her face. "I kept him in mind because he was a cutpurse like me, and while I am unsure, if he survived the Joining, he most certainly would've been killed in the Tower during the battle when the Darkspawn seized it," she said in reference to the signal fire they lit right before Loghain's betrayal.

"Perhaps we can find help there... or at least get some information as to what is going on now... like why Loghain betrayed my people," she then added as they finally came upon a road which would eventually lead to the village.

It was only after a few hours, with the village just appearing on the horizon, that they finally encountered something out of the ordinary. Alongside the path several dead Darkspawn were strewn about, mostly Genlocks who looked like they were outfitted as scouts, or were since their bodies were stripped. "Hmmmm," she started to mutter when just up the road, several armed men suddenly appeared, advancing upon them openly.

"Good day Milady and Ser," the leader of the armed men said, a sword sheathed in his belt and clad in a hardened leather armor. Some of the other men were wearing or using hodgepodges of different weapons and kit, including that of the Darkspawn. "Before you pass, we must ask that you pay a toll... for maintenance of the Kings road. Five sovereigns a head should suffice."

Thea easily noticed that the way the men were clad and through their demeanor that they were more likely opportunistic bandits then anything else and immediately glanced upwards towards Bresk. "What do you think Ser Bresk? Shall we pay them, kill them, or make them pay us and have them run along?"

I just smirked at her and walked forward, two steps, I easily towered two feet above these men, I looked down at the suddenly nervous bandits and I reach out and grasp his shoulder and speak up in a kind voice. "Bresk wonder why toll be needed for centering town."

"Oh, heh, it's because to maintain these run down roads, with the darkspawn and all we must keep them maintained or how else will these poor refugees ho didn't make it get past?" He attempted to appear threatening, kind of hard when facing an eight feet tall behemoth like myself, I just pat his shoulder kindly before I start to pat his head.

"Ah Bresk understand now." I then turn serious and grip his skull and speak up in a deep voice. "Now for Bresk's counter offer." A loud crack was heard as I just shifted my wrist and the sod's neck broke like a twig, his neck turned one hundred and eighty degrees, facing his men, before falling backwards. Cracking my knuckles menacingly I speak up in a cheerful voice again, playing on their raised fears. "What say you about Bresk's offer?"

They stared at each other before nodding quickly to me while speaking up in squeaking voices. "It's a nice one." "Yeah couldn't ask for a better offer." "We will gladly accept it and let you be on your way." "And so will we." They then scrambled away like rats, leaving their comrades' corpse on the bridge, hunching down I grab a large pouch of silver, a magic medallion, a pair of plain iron daggers and some herbal ointments for healing wounds. Turning around I offer the medallion to Thea. "Bresk make good bargain yes?"

Somewhat unexpectedly, Thea threw her arms around his massive torso, only to find that in fact, her arms couldn't reach around his trunk fully and that his body was as hard as a rock. "Your amazing!" she said with a gregarious grin as the bandits ran off.

For a brief moment, as she pulled her arms back to her side, she wondered if her legs could wrap around his hips... but pushed that thought aside, realizing she had work to do. Chances were the Darkspawn horde would be arriving at this village soon, so they had to be about their business quickly.

As they approached the village, a lone Templar was standing guard at the opening of the palisade that partially surrounded the village. "Thanks for driving those bandits off you two," the Templar, clad in his full plate armor, said to them. "I have no idea what brings you two here but I recommend moving along as soon as you can. The Chantry is full of refugees and us Templars are the only soldiers left here. We'll be leaving as soon as we evacuate as many of the refugees as possible."

"Are there no soldiers? Someone from Loghains army must have passed by here," Thea replied, surprised that a whole village full of refugees was practically exposed to not only the Darkspawn but the roving bandits which seemed to be plaguing the countryside.

"A few companies of Loghain's soldiers did pass by but all they did was take our stock of horses and arms before leaving. They did leave behind a small squad of soldiers, looking for some Grey Wardens, but other then that, we are on our own," the Templar replied gravely. "You can see for yourself."

Nodding to the honorable Templar knight, Thea led Bresk into the village square as they saw most of the houses seemed to of been abandoned by their previous tenants, and either were empty, looted or inhabited by refugee squatters. All around detritus and garbage was spread about the roads and avenues and they even saw a couple desperate looking elves coming out of one of the abandoned storehouses with sacks of grain and nuts, both likely unedible unless cooked. The entire village seemed to reek of desperation.

And before they could even take more then a few steps, refugees were approaching them, noting they looked nothing like refugees, apparently looking for a handout. "We have nothing for you," Thea said, pushing away the press of people without success unless Bresk snarled at them. She shook her head, almost overcome by the dismay. "I would help them if I could, but we need help in getting out of here as soon as possible if we are to reach Orlais in time and rally the Wardens and Chevaliers there before all of Fereldan is consumed..." Thea started to explain when oddly, someone called out Bresk's name.

"Bresk! Bresk! Thank the Gods you've made it," suddenly called out a Chasind voice as sure enough a pair of Chasind barbarians clad in leathers and furs and having the trademark reddish hued skin and dark hair, approached him, not even giving Thea a second glance. Bresk turned, apparently recognizing them. "Bresk... it's amazing your still alive. After you left to fight the Blight, the Darkspawn boiled up from the marshes, so few of us could escape. It was horrible..." the Chasind stated with dismay. "Most of us were attacked while we slept, they came from underneath us and pulled some down. We tried to fight them... but they were so many." He started to shake his head, remembering the horror of apparent assault. "We saw mothers smothering or drowning their own children, not wanting them to be captured alive by the filth, and the adults plunging on their own blades or those of their husbands so they could not be taken. The only reason some of us escaped was because our camp was set ablaze and we escaped into the marshes through the smoke and flame."

The Chasind female, built just as stoutly if only leaner and more rounded along the edges then her partner, then spoke up. "We know you are not one of our tribe Bresk or even our people, but we tried to save all we could. But we have not found a sign of your nursing mother. And so many were lost... and not just to the Darkspawn," the woman then said.

Bresk seemed to simmer in apparent anger, as Thea, realizing this was important, quickly asked the two a question. "What do you mean besides the Darkspawn?"

"When we fled, we got separated and mingled amongst these refugees. Because we were the only ones armed, we were the only ones who could defend them from the bandits and Darkspawn. We thought the refugees would be grateful... but..." the Chasind woman started to stutter. "Some were overtaken by desperation and betrayed us to the bandits. They attacked our camp at night and some of them abducted our young ones and Kendricks sister Kendra and stole off into the night. We fear they may try selling them or something worse! We haven't an idea as to what to do. In the battle my husband was struck by an arrow in the leg, it hasn't healed right yet," she then said, nodding her head to her husbands bandaged leg, stained with blood and herbal poultices.

"Please, could you help us Bresk, this land is strange and we have no idea of its ways. Besides Nonduca here," he said referring to his apparent wife or partner. "... my sister is all I have left in this world. And the tribes young ones... surely your friend and you can help?" he practically pleaded, in a manner that Bresk found surprising. The Chasind were a gruff and tacturn people, but when their emotions did seize them, it practically overwhelmed them and he could see the same desperation in Kendrick and Nonduca's eyes here.

"I don't think we can afford the time Bresk, but without you, I wouldn't be here. I'll help you if wish to help them," Thea said with pragmatic reservation. "But we should move quickly."

I frowned and my eyes seemed to glow white for a brief moment as I almost entered the battle rage, but Thea's voice keep me calm. My nurse mother had been a young woman, only in her twenties, when my mother died and she took care of me, she is in her thirties now and have born one of my sons. The thought of the young and the women sold as slaves fueled a deep fury in me that did not make me feel the rush of enjoyment or battle, just disgust. "Bresk will find them, and break the bones of all those who dared to hurt them."

I then grasp Kendrick's arm and shook it, a sign of agreement between the chasind, a kind of promise. Me and Thea then walk towards the chantry board, apparently she wanted to check out some work that we could do near the town before we went further, if we took the time to chase these slavers then we could take the time to help others while e did so. There were three mission available, a young boy's mother gone missing by the river, a pack of wolves spotted by the mountain and a group of bandits attacking travelers by the wheat fields lead by a female bandit leader.

As we read the missions I heard a soft child's voice nearby, looking back I see a young boy standing by the bridge, pleading to those walking by if they have seen his mother, stating that she had promised to come. Walking over to the child I kneel down on one knee and spoke up in a soft and kind voice. "where be boy's parents?"

"My mother and me was going here from the house, bad men came, she shouted at me to run, saying that she would be right behind me, but it has been three days and I am hungry."

"Boy's father?"

"Went over to the Williams a week ago with Billy, they never returned, mother said they no come back. Mother told me she would be here, I won't leave, but I am hungry."

Sighing I brush a hand through my hair before I stand up and pat the boy's shoulder. "What be the name and looks of boy's mother?"

"Mother's name is Heve'la Springbloom. She's really pretty, red hair, pretty smile, she has a tattoo of a birdie on her left cheek and pointy ears." A dalish elf, if things were merciful would she be killed, if not then she could be a slave, taken by the darkspawn or a sex toy for bandits.

"Come boy, Bresk's friends care for boy until mother returns." The boy nodded and I took the child to Nonduca and Kendrick and spoke up in the Chasind tongue. "Byusk yak'ver neg neg, hupro bosh treven nagve. Ythrusk mynda renekva lednos." I explained the boy's situation to them and they nodded, responded that they would care for the boy until his mother returned or he grew up. "Vled nava jeg nougha vrene blarn nagve treven."

"Boy, these be kind people, them care for boy, keep boy safe until boy's mother Heve'la returns." I then pulled out the bag of silver coins I had taken from the bandits and handed them one hundred of the silvery coins, they thanked and led the child to their spot among the Chasind refugees, Nonduca was sterile, for them to have a chance to care for a child was a godsend for them. I do not know if his mother is alive, but I know that if she was, death could be a mercy if she was as I feared.

I then noticed Thea watching me with a smile and I speak up, wondering if she had found more for us to do except for the Chantry board. "Thea find any more jobs?"

"Nay," she said, smiling as she noticed from afar how he had already helped the boy. "Perhaps these bandits and the ones that attacked your people are one and the same and are responsible for the missing people. Either way, I believe we should pursue this bandit leader first, she is the most direct threat to these people and better yet... the Chantry is paying generously," the small framed rogue said with a rather insensitive smile before realizing the gravity of the situation and a wave of guilt washing over her.

"Let us get this done shall we," she said, heading towards the opposite side of town where the bandits were rumored to be operating, as well as the source of the missing people. Showing her knowledge of the civilized lands, she started to explain her theories. "The only nation that truly practices slavery in these times is the Tevinter Imperium, they are a distinct people with distinct accents. If we find any evidence of Tevinter influence, you can be sure they are the ones behind the slaving. As soon as we find the bandits, we should search them for anything that might lead to the Imperium involvement."

Her shield, or rather the deceased Ser Jasons, was strapped securely to her back still as she kept the two iron daggers that Bresk had liberated from the bandits earlier in her belt. But she kept her main weapons, the longsword and long dagger in their main sheaths on her side, ready to coat them in the deathroot extract if they did encounter these bandits... or the wolves.

"Hmmm is there not another land? That hot and sunny place. The place bird named killers come from? Ani something?" I asked in a curious voice as I pulled out my axe, holding it on my shoulder, ready to be used when ever, as we left the town. I could tell by the scent of decay in the air that something dead was close, as we passed by the windmill on a hill in the middle of the wheat fields I see a group of wolves tearing a obviously human carcass apart, male from the looks of it. Raising a hand I call upon my battle rag and swing my axe ,a wave of frost freezing the canines in place, and I then just shatter their bodies before examining the corpse, a bandit from the looks of it, a pretty nice pair of leather gloves and some silver pieces, grabbing the objects I throw the silver and gloves to Thea, the corpses of the shattered wolves useless, nothing remaining but melting meat parts.

"Bandit corpse, Bresk think bandits must be near, decay not strong, only hour or so, them close to us." After I spoke I heard a sudden bark from the windmill behind us, grabbing Thea by instinct I lift her onto my shoulder as a mabari hound leaps out of a line of bushes and nearly bites off her leg. A kick to its neck killed the deadly hound, a battle cry came from the bushes and six bandits emerged, four of which charged at us while the other two drew arrows and took aim. "Keep balance on Bresk and aim at archers Thea, Bresk kill thugs before thugs reach." I then hefted my axe and swing it, the blow splitting the leather covered rib cages of two of the bandits before I punch a chain mailed bandit in the face, breaking his neck, before back handing a shield and sword wielding plate armored bandit, sending him thumbing back, giving me time to rear back and smash my axe into his helmet, splitting his skull in the process. An while I did this took Thea care of the archers from her position on my shoulder, strangely enough did I feel a hot moisture as she rubbed against my shoulder.

Laughing I slide down Thea from my shoulder and slam the butt of my axe into the earth with a loud thump. "Haha! Bandits never saw it coming!"

"By the Maker that was exciting!" Thea gritted, riding his shoulder like it was a mount, while firing her short bow at the two archers, all while dodging their incoming arrows. It was so exciting, she was amazed that her adrenaline had seized enough control of her body that she slew the two archers with only a quartet of light arrows. But soon, she realized, more by noticing Bresk's look of surprise, that it wasn't just excitement from this battle but she had apparently aroused herself by all of the action, as well as how Bresk had once again practically handled her by scooping her up with one arm and plopping her on his bare shoulder.

A fluster of embarrassment crossed her reddening face as she immediately hopped off his shoulder, realizing and confirming that in fact she had become... moist, from the excitement of the battle. "My apologies Ser," she said sheepishly, her thick and exotic Orlesian accent shining through now stronger then ever due to her embarrassment. Her blue eyes drifted to the side, avoiding his gaze as she regained control of her labored breathing. "I must say... Ser... I find journeying with you quite.. exciting and fighting beside you... it brings something out in me... that I am embarrassed to reveal."

Before the mood could get anymore awkward, Bresk seemed to brush it off and Thea swore he was taking several whiffs of her scent, clearly indicating he didn't seem to mind.

Reviewing the battlefield, she nodded. "I'd have to agree. We make a good team regardless," she said approaching one of the dead archers, who had an arrow in his eye and one in his shoulder. She noticed a satchel on his belt and immediately rifled through it before producing a pair of parchments and recognized the lettering. "This is Tevinter lettering, I cannot read it but..." she then said, leaning in and smelling the paper. "It's freshly made. It looks like a bill that will be paid in Tevinter currency for something..."

She glanced up at him while looking deeper through the documents before noticing half of the bandits were wearing tall, lacquered and waterproofed boots without the traditional laces. "These boots are waterproof. The only way they can transport so many captives is by boat. We should find the nearest river landing. Chances are the captives and perhaps this bandit leader will be nearby," she said, pocketing the bandits coin.

Nodding I point towards the hills up ahead. "There be a river up ahead, connected to sea, can smell salt. But careful, more bandits likely to come." I then strode forward my eyes tracing the bush-lines of the path towards the river, suddenly I heard something coming from just a few yards ahead, raising a hand I lean forward and watches like a wolf preparing to leap at its prey. Then I leap forward, my axe up and I split the neck of a black bear, making it fall down dead to the ground. "Bear territory, many, pack like, not normal. Bear spirit possible."

Leading the path I managed to keep us from meeting large groups of bears. But luckily for us had the bandits also had problem with them as when we passed the hill we came upon a small make shift dock with four small ships, a great bear leading a big group of black bears against the bandits, cages of slaves could be seen in the camp. "Nature spirit angry, will kill not just bandits but slaves too. Must stop it." I drew my axe and glared at the battle in front of me, searching for the bandit leader, I then spotted her, a beautiful woman with a wicked smirk in her face as she cut down the bears and those of her men who tried to flee. I could tell she was a wicked thing, beautiful but wicked. Perhaps I should ask Thea to let me punish her the Barbarian way? It would last longer then any death punishment she might be given.

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"You can take the bears, I'll take the bandits," Thea said, unslinging her bow and nocking two arrows at the same time. Just as Bresk leaped into battle, the two arrows loosed by Thea shot jsut past his ear, slicing through the air and thudding into the chest of one of the lead bandits who was keeping the bears at bay with a long halberd.

The attack had been so sudden and out of nowhere, that Thea quickly nocked another arrow and gave it plenty of pull, aiming for the center mass of the main bandit threats, which was the Tevinter slavers aboard the riverboat armed with crossbows. She fired another arrow, and the farthest of the crossbowman was struck in the chest, knocked clean off his feet by the powerful shot impacting his breastbone.

And the other crossbowmen weren't even aware until a second Tevinter soldier was felled and they finally noticed Thea on the grassy ride only dozens of meters away. But her bow was faster then their crossbows. The third turned to fire only to get beaten by Thea as she felled him with a injurious arrow to the shoulder, thus leaving the fourth crossbowmen alone as he tried to wind up his arbalest. Almost mercifully or perhaps mockingly, fired an arrow through his hand and crossbow, pinning both to his upper leg.

At this moment Thea glanced down and saw Bresk hewing a literal swath through the bears, his blade barely stopped by their thick hides as it cut through feet of bone and tightly packed muscle, while occasionally unleashing his incredibly powerful frost auras, freezing the more powerful bear in place temporarily before landing a shattering blow upon the bear spirits mortal vessel.

Between the bears and Thea's archery the bandits and Tevinter slavers were largely finished, when just as Bresk shattered the bear spirit into shard of melting meat, the bandit leader produced a vial of mysterious magical chemicals, stunning the powerful Frost Barbarian with a shock bomb and then drawing her sword. Bresk was powerful, but also far from invincible, and Thea quickly drew a bead on the bandit leader, taking careful aim at the bandit leader and remembering Bresk wanted to punish her without killing her.

The bandit leader drew her sword, which looked magical as electricity coursed over the fine platinum blade, intent on finishing off the barbarian as he was helpless when as she ran forward an arrow was suddenly driven through her foot, pinning her to her spot for only a moment.

But it was all Bresk needed to shake off the shock of the bombs effect.

And at the same moment the bandit leader pulled the arrow from her foot, Bresk had recovered from the blast and the two foes were meeting in a 'fair' fight.

"Show me the barbarian way Bresk!" Thea said with a grin as she sprinted down the hill, knowing that the bandit leader and Bresk were out of direct line of sight with the captives in the cages.

Smirking I growled out in an animal like manner, grabbing the bandit leader's wounded leg I yank out the arrow, making the bitch scream bloody murder as she tries to cut me with her saber, but I knock the weapon asdie and knee her in the gut, removing the air from her lungs. I then slap her with a backhand and she falls stunned onto her back, clutching her bruised belly and face, her eyes a little dazed, she was tough, a normal woman would have lost conscious. Reaching out I grip leather and linen fabric with my thick fingers and with a ruthless yank rip apart the bandit leader's outfit, leaving her body bare except for her gloves and high heeled boots.

She tried to fight back but I do not let her, gripping her arms with one hand I press them onto the grass above her head while I use my other hand to push my loincloth aside, revealing my swollen dick. She gasps at the purple snake that hangs from my loins, she then begins to beg, saying it would split her in half. I do not listen and I push my cock into her slit, her eyes roll up into her skull, her body arching in a bow, her pussy clamping down on my cock with a vice-grip as her body shakes and spasms at the sudden intrusion, a soundless scream coming from her open mouth, her tongue hanging like a dog's, drool sliding down her skin.

Pressing my face against her large breasts I bite down onto the tender nipples as I suckle them, my hips pulling back before pushing forward, my balls slapping her firm ass, her legs following with the movements of my phallus as the suction of her womb is so strong that it almost pull out some of her vagina's inside walls as I pull back my cock before slamming it back inside. The sound of wet flesh sucking flesh, balls slapping skin and a woman's cries of pain, pleasure and fear echoes in my head as I keep suckling and nibbling her nipples. She begs for me to stop, for me to keep going, for me to go softer, I only listen to the second thing she begs and keeps pumping my phallus into her womb.

I then pull my lips away from her erect nipples, the teats swollen to the size of thumbs, with a wicked smirk I use some of my magic and stick out my strong tongue and creates a thin, razor sharp and invisible ice needle on the tip of my tongue, before I slowly pushes it inside her nipple, which gets stretched out as my tongue follows, her screams are silent as she cannot find her vocals to work as I do this and then repeats it after stretching out her nipples. I then begin to pump faster into her loins ,my tongue licking in and out of her newly made milk holes. As if sensing my approaching orgasm she begs for me to not cum inside her, she begs, she cries, but I do not listen and then growls out as my cock explodes into her uterus, her eyes widening in shock as her boy vibrated in pleasure before she went limp, drooling and gargling from her mouth like a rabid beast. My seed flowing into her womb, slithering in thick rivers into her chambers, flooding her eg and fertilizing it, starting the cycle of life. After I pulled out my cock from her fertilized womb I press it down her throat and forces her to suck my dick clean, pumping myself to another orgasm before pulling out, the bandit and slaver leader unconscious, cum pouring out in heavy gushes from her used pussy and mouth.

Dressing myself I tied her arms behind her back and walked back to Thea, smirking in a way only a satisfied, and yet still excited man could do. "Punishment done Thea, leader will not able to escape it, never." After all, giving birth to a child could change even the most wicked of people, but if it didn't work, then that person was often killed, or it was tried again, most submitted after the first or second birthing. "Want to take Head Bandit with us? Keep bitch under watch?" I swear I saw a shiver of excitement run down Thea's body as I said this, had she been spying on me? I hope so.

Showing why they were called "Grey" Wardens, Thea exemplified that perfectly as she silently stood by and witnessed Bresk literally rape this woman right in front of her, fucking her deep against her will and pumping her full of his barbarian seed before forcing her to clean his cock off and blasting her in the face as well, thoroughly degrading the would be slaver. But to one as jaded as Thea, the bandit leader deserved every bit of the treatment. Forcing her to carry some barbarians child was a fitting punishment, but Thea wanted to make sure she followed through.

"We better take her along with us. Just to make sure she carries the child to term," Thea said with a nod, obviously aroused as she watched the spectacle. Personally, Thea wasn't into the rough lovemaking and certainly wouldn't be with a man such as Bresk, but there was a certain raw masculinity and eroticism in how brutally rough he had manhandled the bandit leader. "I think it'll be fun for us to have her on the trail. And fitting punishment for her to have her belly grew and have us witness it."

With that said, Thea snatched up the bandit leaders steel longsword, and saw the etching on the flat side of the blade, indicating in a Fereldan tongue that the name of the blade was Oathkeeper. Sometime in this weapons history, it had been enchanted to course with electricity. Either way, it was a fine replacement for Thea's current regular longsword so she sheathed the Oathkeeper instead.

As Bresk moved to free the captives from their cages, after the simple matter of redressing himself with his loincloth, Thea pulled the bandit leaders clothes over her breasts and groin again, even though it was still leaking with both blood and cum. Then, without hesitation, Thea gagged the wannabe slaver, bound her hands behind her back and then tied a rope around her neck, leashing her like she was an animal.

Bresk meanwhile found not only the missing Chasind women and children, but also the missing mother from the Chantry board, but sadly not the mother of the child they ran into at the village. Chances were if she wasn't here, that she was already dead or worse, at the hands of bandits or the Darkspawn.

"Thank you Bresk!" Kendra stated. "I was so terrified when they stole us, and scared for our children," she added, as the stout and athletic Chasind woman wrapped her arms around the might frost barbarian and even kissed him on the cheek. Thea meanwhile approached the freed slaves and knowing Kendra was a Chasind and thus already a warrior, handed her a Tevinter crossbow and her old sword.

"Distribute the weapons to those capable of wielding them. We can use this ship to evacuate the refugees before the Darkspawn arrive. We will sail down the river and to the sea. There is a port called Gwaren there, it is Loghains domain. It's not ideal, but its the best chance to save as many people as we can from the Darkspawn. I do not know why Loghain betrayed us, but we should be wary in case he is hunting for those of us who know the truth," Thea explained before turning to Kendra.

"We can leave the freed prisoners here to guard the ship with the bandits weapons. Perhaps you would like to return with us to the village and see your brother," Thea asked.

"Yes... but first, I must tell you something Bresk. Your Nursemother, I think she is still alive. I know not where, but she managed to escape our camp when the Darkspawn boiled from the ground. We were separated in the escape. Where she is now, I am unsure, but I know she is a strong woman and if we are still alive, she must be too!" Kendra explained with hopeful assurances.

"Good to know," Thea stated calmly, not sure if she shared their optimism when from below the Tevinter ship, one of the freed prisoners revealed a large kennel cage with a caged mabari within it. From its kaddis, Thea recognized it was one used by the Fereldan army. "Ho there, you. Open that kennel up. That's a Mabari war hound, they do not take kindly to being caged."

"I don't know if that's a good idea Miss, these dogs are dangerous when they lose their Master," the former captive said. The Mabari growled furiously, still pushing and grinding against the cage door, obviously agitated by its captivity.

"I am sure we are safe from one hound," Thea stated, nodding to Bresk on one side and Kendra on the other. Nervously, the man released the hound and almost as Thea predicted, it didn't harm anyone but instead celebrated its newfound freedom by leaping out of its cage and bounding down the gangway with one leap, before literally tackling Thea to the ground and licking her face. "Good dog... ack... stop licking me... please!" Thea said, the air knocked out of her as the Dog then looked up at Bresk and growled.

"Bad dog! Don't growl at Bresk!" Kendra said, as Thea rose to her feet.

But Kendra smirked as Thea explained why it was truly growling.. "It's not a growl of anger, it's one of respect I think," Thea stated.

"Warriors recognize each other," Kendra then said with a familiar nod. "We do not have these... Mabari as you call them in the Wilds. While I am sure it is a great war dog, what use do we have for this one?" the Chasind warrior woman asked.

"Oh I can think of something," Thea said with a smirk.
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The beautiful bandit womans nightmare was growing progressively worse. Not only was her lucrative payday dashed, and all her men killed or captured, but she had been raped by a Frost Barbarian and likely seeded with his child. Then an apparent Grey Warden had let it happen, and bound, gagged and leashed her. But that wasn't what was worse of all.

She was leashed to the Mabari War Hound, unoriginally named Dog. The Mabari happily trotted along between Thea and Bresk as Kendra brought up the rear of the group and in the middle, the freshly raped and impregnated bandit leader was half led, half dragged along by the powerful Mabari like she was an animal herself until they reached the outskirts of the village.

"I'll visit the Chantry and get our reward and tell them of the ship, you can deal with the business with your people I suppose before we all head back to the ship," Thea stated with some cheer as behind them, the bandit leader finally collapsed to the ground in a humiliated heap.

Nodding I turn to my people, some I knew, some I had never meet, but we were all chasind in heart and spirit, all part of the same tribe. I explained to them that they should move to the border of ferelden at the passage leading towards Orlais, with the three ship Thea and I wouldn't be able to use they could get themselves to the border within a week, they could turn the ships into wagons as they came to the lake of the Order of Magi and Redcliff, as they had to go by foot from there, but they would be safer there then here. They agreed and I helped them prepare for the journey, some remained, stating they had too much ties to this country to leave it, I just nodded and told them to head to Denerim, it was the most heavily fortified city so it would be a better place to put up camp until something new was discovered.

After I had finished with my people I had the mabari hound sit down by a tree outside the town and guard the bitch, he was an intelligent animal and a strong warrior, I could tell by his spirit shined through his intelligent eyes. As I entered the town I heard a commotion from the Tavern, frowning I went inside and found myself angry at the sight of Thea and a beautiful woman dressed in full plate armor and wielding a longsword and a kite shield, with a strange symbol on it, which I didn't know to be the symbol of the Couslands.

Drawing my axe I step forward and stand behind Thea, Glaring down at the group of ten soldiers who looked less brave now with an eight feet barbarian against them. "Men cause Thea and lady trouble? Bresk willing to change stupid men's minds." Turning my neck side to side, making the bones pop into place, I heft my massive axe and glare down at the men whose leader appears to be as thick headed as a bull as he growls back in what I think was an attempt to make an intimidating voice. "Step back chasind and yo won't get hurt, these bitches are under arrest by the law of the new sovereign Loghain! So better back off!"

"Bresk no answer to tiny man's words. Bresk no follow forces rules of man Bresk no know. Law be no meaning for Bresk. Bresk be chasind and barbarian warrior. Bresk know rules break given enough bashing." With my confident smirk in place I heft my axe up and it almost looks like I am about to break it over my knee until I suddenly pushed my hands forward and cracks the man's nose with the handle of my weapon, sending him onto the floor with a broken nose, his men leaping against us.

"Here we go again!" Thea said when she suddenly yelped as the two crossbowmen in the rear immediately aimed their crossbows at the two women. The Orlesian yelped, only to have the shield and sword wielding warrior intercept both bolts with her Kite shield and then swing her shield outward, knocking the closest of Loghains soldiers clean off his feet while knocking another off balance.

Taking advantage of this, Thea charged forward as soon as the shield was swung aside and flashed her new Oathkeeper sword across the off balance soldiers stomach, spilling his guts and accidentally spraying herself with gore as a side effect. Off to the side, the bartender started shaking his head as he saw his tavern would be totaled just before everyone was going to leave.

Off to the side and facing down Bresk, the Commander of these Loghain soldiers had slammed his shield up into Bresk's chin, knocking him back just long enough to regain his footing so he could duel the Frost Barbarian properly. Meanwhile Thea and the noblewoman were taking on his lackeys, with the Cousland driving her sword through the soldier he had knocked down while blocking the two handed axe swing of another one.

An iron dagger meanwhile flashed from the hand of Thea, as she hurled one of the former bandit daggers across the room, hurling it into the shoulder of one of the crossbowman before vaulting onto a table and leaping across the room and over the shot of a second crossbow quarrel. She landed, both of her weapons drawn and driving them downward at diagonal angles into the previously unscratched crossbowman.

She then turned on the remaining crossbowman, who was already wounded by the thrown dagger only to see him drop his crossbow and throw his hands high in the air. "Maker have mercy!" he cried as not too far away, the noblewoman had knocked aside the two handed axe of the remaining Loghain warrior and smashed the hilt of her sword into his throat, causing him to drop his weapon, and fall to his knees, clutching at his throat as he started to gag. Before he could beg for mercy, the swordswoman sliced his head clean off and then stared down the next group of soldiers and uttered her own war cry.

Her battlecry was so loud that her voice literally caused the enemy soldiers to tremble with shock as she spun her sword in hand and smashed through the defenses of another soldier, mercilessly cutting him down and then pummeling his partner with a flurry of shield strikes, knocking him senseless and backing him up into his friend, pinning both men against the wall with her kite shield.

Not too far away, the Commander of the soldiers suddenly crashed through a nearby table, the freezing effects of the Barbarians magic wearing off just as he smashed into the ground. His face was covered in bruises and blood was seeping from his nose and ears as he raised his hands in surrender. "Please mercy!"

"Mercy?" Thea snarled. "You tried to murder us! You killed all of my order! I plan on repaying the favor to Loghain by slaughtering every thug he sends after me!" she started to growl, her true Orlesian accent already overtaking her when as she raised her Oathkeeper sword, the noblewoman suddenly stepped between the two of them.

"No! They are beaten. You have proven your point," the woman stated, sheathing her own sword and then, to the surprise of both Bresk and Thea, pulled her kite shield back and let the two pinned men out from behind it. Immediately realizing they were overmatched, they too dropped their weapons. Thea, grumbling, pushed the wounded crossbowman into the same corner with them.

"I don't think you understand the level of their betrayal!" Thea replied, still wanting blood vengeance.

"Loghains betrayal. Him and his advisers, like Rendon Howe are the ones who are responsible. These men were just following orders," the noblewoman stated calmly, stepping back and asking Bresk to do the same so that the bloodied Soldier-Commander could rise to his feet.

"You don't understand. All of my fellow Grey Wardens. They died because of Loghain!" Thea shot back at the woman, almost angry enough to attack her as well. "They were the only family I ever knew, and because of Loghain and his lackeys, they are all dead. What do you know of that kind of loss!"

"More then you can imagine," the noblewoman replied calmly, tapping the heraldry on her shield. "I am Captain Jessica Cousland. Several nights ago, men from Arl Rendon Howe under Loghains orders waited for my brother to lead our forces to Ostagar and that very night, assaulted the Castle. My family was murdered. My mother. My father. My sister in law and my innocent nephew as well as my first true love. All taken away from me. I know all about losing family and while I have a great hate for Loghain and his Lieutenants, I will not make widows and orphans of anymore of Fereldans families unless I am forced to."

And with that Thea's anger was abated. This woman, this noblewoman, did understand her loss. Just like Bresk, all of them had recently lost their families, adopted and otherwise.

Sheathing her Oathkeeper, she shook her head grimly and headed for the exit of the tavern. "Thank you Milady!" the Commander said desperately to the Cousland noblewoman.

But Captain Jessica Cousland of the Teryn of Highever flashed him a look of anger. "I want you to run back to Denerim and tell your Master Loghain that not only are the Grey Wardens still in Fereldan, but that the Cousland family still lives and they will face judgment, either from us, or the Maker! Now go!" The Commander nodded frantically and as soon as she stepped aside, he ran out the back door, not even picking up his weapons. The other soldiers started to move to, when Jessica turned and shook her head to them. "You men are soldiers. You serve Fereldan before any man. I expect each of you to assist the Templars in evacuating the refugees to the river boat. Once you arrive in Gwaren, you may go as you please."

With that said, Jessica followed Bresk and Thea out of the tavern. "Ser and Lady, I must thank you both for your assistance. Without your timely arrival, I would have most certainly fallen," the noblewoman said, before nodding to the two of them respectfully. "Allow me to formally introduce myself, I am Captain Jessica Cousland of Highever. And like you two, I am also a fugitive." She turned to Bresk and immediately found herself smiling as she took in the powerfully built Frost Barbarian. She was always attracted to strong warrior men, and he seemed like the strongest one yet.

"I am Thea, last of the Grey Wardens," Thea replied before allowing Bresk to introduce himself. "You're welcome to come along with us if you like. Perhaps having a noblewoman such as yourself in our company will be a boon to us."

"Bresk be Frost Barbarian and Chasind Tribesman. Hope lady Jess be open for long trip. We go by boat for mountains, call for aid against living filth." I then remembered something and I continued to speak as i pulled out a small map from the pouch by my belt, moving my loincloth a little, unknowingly giving a glimpse of my bulging phallus inside its tightly fitting leather harnass. "Man give Bresk map say it lead to old Warden keep, it be north, good place for rest when not in battle." I then pointed out the road we would have to take after we had finished taking the boat to the north, Lothering was being abandoned as we spoke, I could hear wagon wheels turning and feets marching, it was a good thing they started early or they would never keep ahead of the dark spawn.

"By boat it take da week to reach keep, got any stuff to do before trip? Bresk all done so Bresk no need to wait." I then shouldered my axe and stretched my arms a little, shaking off the sweat lining my muscular skin, showing off my male physique unknowingly, causing some mouths to go dry or get watery. Gettign the kinks out of my body i turn towards the two and wait for their decision.