starter for @cousllnd from nathaniel
He grunted due to the exertion, short clipped nails clutching at the walls of Vigil’s Keep. The guards had seen him, there had been a darkspawn attack disorienting all and Nathaniel’s mind was still set on one thing - killing the Hero of Ferelden and avenging his father. His bow was hanging on his back, its quality decent enough for its owner’s skill but still nothing like the Howe family bow. As a child he had admired the close handiwork, his grandfather explaining to him how to shoot an arrow and assuring him he would make a fine marksman in the future. He had been right. Nathaniel’s aim was second to none, and in his pride lay a sense of resentment for his own father - Rendon was never a warrior let alone someone who could use a bow proficiently. Nathaniel received a sense of pleasure in surpassing his father but knowing he was no longer here he told himself to be more respectful of the dead no matter how bad the relationship between parent and child had been in the past.
Abruptly, a guard yelled behind him but Nathaniel had already jumped in the Keep’s courtyard, seeing soldiers and wardens fight darkspawn in the other end which meant they would not pay mind to just another man quickly moving through the grounds. “YOU- Stop!” the guard running after him screamed, but was quickly rendered motionless by the sight of a hurlock appearing next to him. Nathaniel saw this as an opportunity to escape and started for the entrance of the Keep, hoping to find the Warden within its walls. Nathaniel finally entered, and taking a quick turn to the left inside a narrow corridor, he started looking for the woman he was planning to murder for crimes done against his family - he had received news of his family’s keep passing to the Warden-Commander’s ownership but to see his once family home become a stronghold for the infamous wardens was making him more irate by the second.
He didn’t have time to think, however, for the moment he walked in a large chamber filled with Howe family portraits he was met with the sight of four guards, two heavily armed with sword and shield. “Hands up.” the one who seemed to be in charge threatened, and Nathaniel just smirked. Reaching above his shoulder he grabbed his bow and got ready to shoot an arrow - strong hards suddenly choked him, and another pair grabbed him by the waist, throwing him on his face on the floor. He felt his nose crack and bleed, but couldn’t care due to his anger. “Let me go you bastards! This is my home!” Nathaniel yelled, but to no avail. The guards pulled him up, asking the soldier in charge whether to kill him or throw him in the dungeon. After a short disagreement to which Nathaniel didn’t pay much mind, he was shown to a darkly lit room which ought to be the Keep’s jail - he had never seen it before as a youth. The two guards holding him threw him inside the cell with force, threatening him to stay still and quiet till peace had returned to the Keep. Nathaniel just shook his head and sighed, awaiting his fate inside the cold, dirty room.
