Dragon Age RPG
Welcome to world of Dragon Age. Be a Hero. Be a Villian. Your own choice.
As you near the capital, rumors begin to circulate among your fellow travelers about a new threat that has emerged in recent days. A powerful demon lord has risen from the depths of the Void and is leading an army of twisted beasts and undead warriors against the king's forces. The battle lines have been drawn, and it seems that the fate of the world rests on the outcome of this great conflict.
Paying close attention to the rumors, I feel my nerves growing with each passing day. I'm well aware that I'm just a craftsmen, it won't be my shoulders upon which the fate of the world rests, but I will be forging and maintaining the armor that drapes those shoulders, and even that much pressure is beginning to feel more immense with each whispered rumor that reaches my ears.
A demon lord... I hoped the king's forces would be enough.
As you approach the capital, the city comes into view on the horizon, its towering walls and gleaming spires almost dwarfed by the looming presence of the great mountain range that surrounds it. The air is thick with anticipation as your caravan begins the final leg of its journey, entering the city gates to join the mass of soldiers and civilians who have gathered here from all corners of the kingdom.
"They... they left," the girl whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her sniffling. "But it's not safe for them out there. They'll go back to hurting people if someone doesn't stop them." Her big eyes filled with tears again as she looked up at Alan pleadingly.
"Will you help me find them?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Please... I don't want anyone else to get hurt."
(Continue)
Alan studied the girl's tear-streaked face for a moment before answering. "Of course I will help you find them," he said gently, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "We'll make sure they're alright and that no one else gets hurt." The young girl looked up at him with relief in her eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. With renewed determination, she wiped away her tears and nodded gratefully. "Thank you," she whispered.
Rhya shakes her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's not your fault, Rhysa. We all did what we had to... And you never know. Maybe together, we can find a way out of this mess." She sniffles and composes herself, forcing a brave smile. "But for now, let's just make the best of it. Our new master isn't so bad once you get used to him."
as if on cue the man walks in
The man saunters into the room with an air of arrogance and self-importance that makes you want to grit your teeth. He casts a predatory gaze over both of you, taking in your forms before speaking. "Ah, good morning, girls. I trust you slept well?" His voice is deep and commanding, carrying an undercurrent of threat that's impossible to ignore.
Rhya replies sweetly, "Yes, master."