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[sonofhighrock]

Abominations and Grey Wardens to the Rescue

@fereldenhero

The young Templar took a drink of some water that he, Wynne and some of the other Mages had stashed. He grabs his sword again and hears some movement coming from the door behind him. He wonders if somehow more Blood Mages had gotten past another way. He readies his sword and shield in a defensive position. He is exhausted and can’t remember the last time he slept. He has had to kill he doesn’t even know how many Mages that have turned to abominations. He glances back at Wynne and the few other Mages who stand ready with spells. The children sheltered together in a corner. His focus turns back to the door and he is ready, he bounces a few times to ready himself for battle.

“When that door opens, do not hesitate! Blood Mages turn back now! I am a Templar of the Holy Order, protecting children, and I will strike you down!”

[serkxight]

fereldenhero said: can kayla rest her head on his man breast?

All may lay on the pillowy man breasts

[serkxight]

fereldenhero 

          There was something undeniably familiar about the woman in the courtyard. Hair like fire and eyes like ice. It was an unforgettable combination and guilt settled in his gut instantly. He had served her father for years, nearly two decades if he counted his time as a page. Two decades, and they were gone in an instant.

          His pounding on the anvil ceased as he observed her, wondering if she remembered his face. The scars that stretched up from his jaw threw his older associates off, not realizing Ostagar had left him with more than just nightmares.

          Despite his hesitance, he found his voice, "... My Lady Cousland." He bowed, crossing his arm over his chest, barely keeping his voice from cracking.