@damnbxrds || plotted starter
A golem. That’s what Mother Giselle had told them was in the area. Then it was later confirmed by Corporal Vale. Kaaras had never seen one before, only thought that they were myths that lived in the Deep Roads or statues in old villages that suddenly came to life by magic. He’d heard of tales of them, for sure, but those were just tales in stories, he presumed they were to scare children into going to bed early.
They were horror stories, saying they were men and women turned to stone. Kaaras never really took much of it to heart, considering people called him a monster, too. He wasn’t a monster, he just had grey skin and horns.
Nonetheless, the trail that the Inquisition followed was certainly one of destruction. Where they expected templars and rebel mages to be fighting one another, all they found were corpses of what remained. He wondered if a golem would know right from wrong, or if they were just attacking because they were being attacked first? Either way, he was shocked when he saw the back of pure stone, moving about by the nearest body of the dead.
Cassandra drew her sword, but Kaaras stopped her. “Wait,” he whispered. “It might not be dangerous… So far, it’s only been killing what is the enemy anyway.” She seemed hesitant, but put her sword back as Kaaras took a few steps closer to the being.
“H-hello?” His voice was not exactly confident, more curious than anything else–that and he hoped calm, considering he didn’t want to fight whatever this thing really was.
The Hinterlands weren’t so bad, Shale found itself concluding. The bird presence had been minimal the past several days, surely through no fault of its own, and there were plenty of templars and mages to quash. The weather was pleasant, no rain eroding its stone. Simply a pleasant stroll with plenty of fun skull-crushing along the way,
As the Inquisition approached, entirely unbeknownst to the golem, Shale had been fighting. Templars and mages alike, attacking each other, attacking it, without provocation. Shale could almost be delighted. It needed no better excuse to splatter them all over the ground. The mages annoyed it to no end, and the templars were so bossy, such insolent things. Both sides reminded it of Wilhelm. It held no remorse for slaying them. Actually, crushing them brought it some pleasure.
But more approached. Turning, Shale faced the qunari as he spoke, all but grimacing at him. “It might not be dangerous? Does it not see what remains of the last fools to attack me? Qunari are not normally so witless. Truly, its powers of observation are worse than the whiny Warden’s.” A jab at Alistair, even long after they had gone their separate ways. “Anyway, yes. Hello. Does it want something? Or is it also here to fight? Oho, I can oblige it for that, if it likes.”
The golem made no immediate move to attack, however. It simply stood idle, watching, studying. Glowing eyes ever unblinking, stone unmoving. Waiting to see what the qunari’s move would be.
