Orzammar pt5There was cheer coming from all levels of "honourable" dwarven society when the word came out that the Grey Warden and his companions had slain Jarvia and decimated the "casteless" underground criminal network that was the Carta. The proof that was shown to the mass of assembled deshyr lords in the Chamber of Assembly was the decapitated head of the Carta leader. The two incumbents to the throne of Orzammar, Pyral Harrowmont and Bhelen Aeducan congratulated the Grey Warden and those that accompanied him for accomplishing what they could not. Aenian certainly thought that the dwarves could had done this small task easily were they not too preoccupied with their petty political squabbles. Thinking on the philosophical ideologies that the qunari practice, the elf thought that maybe the dwarves would probably stand to greatly benefit from embracing the Qun. The towering horn-headed kossith certainly looked disapproving at the deshyrs and their pointless and seOrzammar pt5 by dawnofwar1987
Orzammar pt3It was a bit of a climb up the stairs of the many-levelled under-mountain city to where the Chamber of the Assembly was. The Chamber of Assembly was where the city's multitude of time-honoured generational nobles congregated to discuss the constantly argued matter of dwarven politics. These discussions, though on many occasions were nothing more than petty arguing between rival noble families, were generally heated, and the threat of provocation between feuding parties was the looming constant norm as far as the history of the dwarven race was concerned. It was by the grace of the ancestors that surfacers, namely the humans and elves in particular, would never truly bear witness to how petty and vicious dwarven rivalries could get. It was this reason that the gates to Orzammar were closed altogether, stopping the outside trade that enriched a great number of noble and mercantile families. Even the legitimate lyrium trade between Orzammar and the Chantry haOrzammar pt3 by dawnofwar1987
Orzammar pt2It was a surprise for Aenian and the others to see the qunari warrior in these mountains. They had never thought to see the bronze-skinned warrior ever again, despite Aenian's wish for the qunari to return to battle the Archdemon by his side.Orzammar pt2 by dawnofwar1987
Aenian looked at the massive sword in Sten's hands. The design of the heavy blade was definitely foreign. He wondered if that was the sword that Sten had lost. He remembered the qunari telling him that he had lost his sword after falling unconscious from a darkspawn ambush weeks before they first met in Lothering. The elf could recall Sten admitting to murdering an entire farmstead back then, where the qunari was locked in a cage not far from the chantry in Lothering.
'Is that the sword that you had lost?' asked Aenian.
'It is, Grey Warden,' Sten answered.
'And what of the merchant who had it?'
'The cowardly little man had it sold it to a dwarf who was heading west, towards Orlais, even when I threatened to tear his a