The Price of Hubris

Bloodcrows and Spiders and Revengers, Oh My!
Where our intrepid adventurers face much evil...

We are going to avoid spoilers from the adventure “The Dalish Curse,” and I will instead highlight some character development then begin part two of out story.

Jace: He learned that Aeden has had a poor run of luck with the loss of his brother, and that it can cause the Knight to lash out every now and again. He has resolved to be a little more forgiving.

Ser Aeden: The time for mourning is over, and time for healing has begun.

Teyli: Shems smell like wet dogs.

Part Two:The Master

Jace wasn’t aware the world outside of the tower was so dangerous. Surly locals, angry elves, demons and darkspawn. Though the excitement in his life had increased a thousandfold, he had no regrets. He and his friends were reaching into the Brecilian Forest, having been tipped off about an evil entity known only as “The Master” residing in some familiar ruins. They couldn’t simply allow for something more powerful than what they had just faced threaten Ferelden further, so they were going to investigate. After all, it is what Bann Cedrick ordered them to do.

Getting to the ruins had been easy, the trouble, it would seem, would be getting into them. The entrance was crawling with Skeletons. Luckily a few well placed lances of arcane energy and Teyli’s true aim never allowed the skeletons to be much threat.

Once inside, the heroes could feel that something dreadful was encroaching from the lower levels of the dungeon. They descended carefully to discover hundred of abandoned cells and the walking dead in hoards. They dispatched skeleton after skeleton, even some of the dangerous fanged variety. It wasn’t until they encountered a shade did things get dicey. Teyli’s arrows, and Aeden’s sword were no match for the umbra, but Jace made quick work of the creature with a carefully cast Winter’s Grasp spell. Then they noticed a middle aged man with long black hair and a black beard. “Who are you,” they asked the man. “I’m not sure,” he replied, “I never thought about it.”

One big happy family...
Where Jace and Aeden don't see eye to eye...

As the group were getting ready to get underway, Jace had come to realize something. He may well have to sleep outside. This wasn’t some ‘sleep under the stars on the Tower’s grounds’ kind of sleep outside, either. The mage wouldn’t have a warm bed to crawl into if the weather turned sour.

“It would seem,” said Jace, “That I don’t have a bedroll.” They were walking through the commons on the small town. Teyli gave the mage a raised brow, “Do you really need one?” Jace, a little put off at the question scratched behind his head. “Yes, just in case it rains.”

“I would suspect that the tower taught mages to be better prepared,” grimaced Aeden. “I didn’t know my job would entail sleeping in the wilderness of the Brecilian Forest!” Jace shot heatedly. Aeden, obviously disaproving of the tone that the spellcaster had taken, narrowed his eyes. “Then why haven’t you bought one?” Jace, having been bossed around by templars with the same attitude as this knight standing in front of him, was through being the bottom of the ladder after finally leaving the keep. “Perhaps, Ser Knight,” he said with biting sarcasm, “you haven’t heard of this little thing called Poverty going around?” “Will you two shems stop your waggling tongues?” Teyli interjected, stopping a flustered and red-faced Aeden in mid stutter.

Clearly this was going to be an interesting three months.


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