it is my life,
i set out to free my people
but i ended up a slave
regrael blackblade, disiple-knight
the blight is a curse.....
regrael dismounted this camp was old but not to old he glanced around before settling on the trail it was simple to follow the wardens did not travel as light as a darkspawn warband, he returned to his mount, resighning himself to his duty, did he just call it his duty? he wondered if perhaps the "freeing ritual had not been done properly for a true disiple was imune to the call an will of an archdemon, perhaps they hadn;t used wardens blood as was what should have happend. if this was true he needed them even more now. re affirming his choice he swund up into the saddle and took off towards the newest warden camp, as he neared he ban to sence the mas they whould him soon enough, he hoped he was out of range enough from the dragon to speek freely, and breifly he hoped there whould be a chance for talking before he found himself a puddle of dripping goo......
......both to your people and to mine
