#altverse || dragon's wrath ( aeducan )

[anderwhohn]

@smokedanced​ (The Doctor) || a random starter appears!

“What is a ‘Doc-tor?’” Orabela asks, struggling a bit with the unfamiliar word. There was such thing in the common trade tongue, nor in ancient dwarven tongue or any other language that she knew any of.

Shaking her head at the strange man - human, by the look of him, but oddly dressed - amber-gold eyes studying him wearily for a moment before turning her attention back toward the tunnels ahead.

“You’d best stick with me. I’m looking for the Grey Wardens, or a way out of these Ancestor forsaken Roads. Whichever I can manage to find first.” 

Kneeling down, she presses her palm to the stone floor, concentrating for a moment before deciding, “We take the left path. Can you handle a sword? Or a bow? Surely you did not come here unarmed...”

[anderwhohn]

Unarmed? This human... was mad, or possibly a mage. Or both, she supposes as she considers his strange attire and the lack of knowledge of the Deep Roads and their nefarious inhabitants. No one in their right mind would come down to these Roads, unarmed and alone - at least not willing, and certainly not this far in from Orzammar.

“I certainly hope so,” she notes as she looks up at him, clearly sceptical. “Unless you came here in hopes of meeting a rather gruesome end, the Deep Roads are no place for an unskilled adventurer. Or even most skilled ones, truthfully...”

She sighs then, shaking her head as she looks around the tunnels once more. No signs of life other than this strange man, but even that was putting her on edge just a bit. Still, it could be worse...

“I don’t think the darkspawn have returned to this stretch since the expedition the other day, but be wary. Even without them lurking about, there’s always still deepstalkers and giant spiders to deal with.”

“As for your question, the Grey Wardens are the heroes of old, sworn to protect the world against the darkspawn and the Blight. Ferelden’s Commander of the Grey came down here with a small party of Wardens to determine whether or not a Blight is truly beginning to move on the surface. Right now, those very Wardens may well be my only chance of freedom from this hellish place...”

anderwhohn.

@smokedanced​ (The Doctor) || a random starter appears!

“What is a ‘Doc-tor?’” Orabela asks, struggling a bit with the unfamiliar word. There was such thing in the common trade tongue, nor in ancient dwarven tongue or any other language that she knew any of.

Shaking her head at the strange man - human, by the look of him, but oddly dressed - amber-gold eyes studying him wearily for a moment before turning her attention back toward the tunnels ahead.

“You’d best stick with me. I’m looking for the Grey Wardens, or a way out of these Ancestor forsaken Roads. Whichever I can manage to find first.” 

Kneeling down, she presses her palm to the stone floor, concentrating for a moment before deciding, “We take the left path. Can you handle a sword? Or a bow? Surely you did not come here unarmed…”

               ❝ Ah  —  just my name.  The Doctor! Bit silly, but what can you do. ❞

               The Doctor is not sure where he’s landed, having walked some way away from the TARDIS prior to meeting Orabela. It’s different, that’s for sure. Well, all places are, but so often civilizations just keep repeating the same pattern, over and over, and at least here’s different enough to not have a word for doctor. Keeps him on his toes, keeps him interested.

               ❝ The Grey Wardens are who, again? ❞    he asks. A way out of the roads? So they are somewhere dangerous. He’s fine with that.

               The Doctor watches her, curious, as she seems to literally feel her way forward.    ❝ Unarmed, that’s me! ❞    he responds, with a smile.    ❝ Not a fan of weapons. Do a lot of damage with swords and arrows, in the wrong hands. I do have a screwdriver! Don’t worry, I can handle myself. ❞