The dark guards stand

After centuries of lying dormant underground the dark spawn stir again rising to the surface to wreak havoc on the lands once more, led by the arch demon. After the last blight all but destroyed the country of Fereldin, the dark guard was formed just in time to make a tremendous battle and drive them back to the underground. Now after centuries of peace among the lands where only the dwarves in Owzamar had to deal with the dark spawn threat daily they are rising once more to bring forth the second blight, that will sweep over the lands. And now all but two of the dark guards have been killed and, since only the dark guard can kill the arch demon, it is up to them to join humans, mages, dwarves, and the dalish elves to fight against the dark spawn army.

            I woke, screaming. I looked around me, unsure of my location. I seemed to be in a small hut of sorts, then a voice, a woman’s voice, spoke.

“Well then I see you’ve decided to rejoin us here in the world of the living.” She said. I looked at her, she looked familiar, but…from where. Everything seemed so foggy like a cloud over my head then suddenly, I remembered, she was the wild witch me and some of my colleges, which I now remember are dead, found in the wilderness searching for the old treaties all the nations of dwarves and elves signed during the last blight that promised their help to the guard in times of need. Now she stood not far from me, a true which of the wilds.

“ Who are you,” I spoke, “and why did you bring me here.”

“Don’t you remember mother saved your life after you had been filled with arrows during your great battle, if not for her you and your friend would be dead.” She answered, with a certain mockery in her voice.

“ My friend, where is he, and where are the rest from the battle.” I asked her.

“ Your friend is outside weeping, and the rest are dead, your reinforcements did not charge as they were supposed to, but rather fell back and retreated.” She answered.

“ Retreated, why would Osmond do such a thing.” Nothing was making sense, was the king dead as well, if all the others are dead, then it’s just me and Taylor, the last of the dark guard.

“ I haven’t the slightest idea, maybe you should ask your friend outside.” Again in that mocking voice of hers. So I stood found my armor and my swords and walked outside to find Taylor bawling his eyes out hanging his head over a fence.

“ Stop that blasted crying, you’re a mighty dark guard, born and bred to rid the world of evil.” I said hoping to cheer him up.

“ How can I feel mighty, when we are the last, all the other have now probably died or worse, have been taken underground for the dark spawn to feast themselves on, even Braden.”

“No, surely Braden, if any, could have fought them off and escaped.” I said and could feel tears welling up in my eyes, for I have felt like a son to the man, who recruited the new guards, but I still couldn’t remember what he had saved me from.

“Yes, even Braden, we are the last of the Dark Guards who are in Fereldin, now we must stop the blight, and that dog of yours is a horrible companion I tried to cry on his shoulder, and he turned around and growled at me.” He complained as usual, but I still couldn’t resist laughing even in times like these, sometimes a laugh and a smile truly is the best medicine.

“ The witch, where is her mother the shape shifter?” I asked, worried about what the old bat might try, and what this young Templar who joined the guard might say.

“ She is around back to pick something from her garden, but I still have a half a notion to cut her throat, she is one of the ones who has broken away from the circle we can’t trust her.” He said, and as usual had a very noble sound to his voice.