#watch her save the world with all the enthusiasm of a walmart employee working christmas eve

[daughterofhighever-blog]

Storm Coast, 9:41 Dragon

(Starter for @kaaras-adaar)

Elissa crouched low as she crept slowly along the ground, more than half a dozen of her best Wardens at her back. They did not leave the safety of Soldier’s Peak often, but their duty still needed fulfilling and the land needed protecting from the Darkspawn - False Calling or no. More desperately though, she searched for signs of Loghain. In spite, or perhaps because of everything that had passed between them over the years... distant though they had grown, the thought he might be lost to Clarel's madness and machinations put a greater knot in her throat and stomach than any spawn or False Calling. The rain had abated somewhat in the late afternoon hours, but the banshee-like shrieking of the wind was ceaseless. It served to cover any sound of their approach well enough.

They did not need their ears to track the darkspawn they hunted.

  Sharp sounds - the ringing of clashing metal, and the sounds of shouting voices… Elissa’s eyes, along with the other Wardens’, flared with a smokey white pulse of light - the Darkspawn were near. Her palm jerked up in a signal to stop, her lips pursing against a pressed tongue to imitate the shrill trilling of a coastal bird. The spine chilling shrrrk of unsheathed steel was drowned by the howling winds and the pattering of rain from the ebbing storm.

  Moving more swiftly, the small company snaked its way down the steep hill to a shallow overlook that afforded a wide view of the shore. What the Commander saw drew a hissing breath and pushed a wave of frustration up from her belly into the back of her throat. The Darkspawn weren’t alone.

The Inquisition…

  She had no qualms with the supposed ‘Herald of Andraste’ - a Qunari of all things, if the rumors she heard were to be believed. Elissa of all people in the world could appreciate the burdens of a Hero who didn’t ask for, or want such a mantle - but that didn’t mean she was eager to complicate her own business by inviting their interference. Still, duty required what it required…

With an unnaturally loud and piercing whistle, Elissa drew her sword and dagger, signalling the others to attack. And in what would likely be out of nowhere for those on the beach, the Wardens burst forth from the foliage with a great cry, jumping from where they were concealed and into the fray…