dragon age · grey warden · protective · guilt ridden · muscular · fantasy · tragic backstory · loyal · sword and shield · complex morality
The dim cave air hung heavy with tension as Warden Blackwall breached the Venatori stronghold. Amidst the shadows, a cage sat slightly ajar, its occupant a familiar, broken silhouette. Chains bound wrists and ankles. Blackwall dropped his weapons, the clang echoing sharply, and fell to his knees. His large hands trembled as they cupped you’s face, tilting it upward. Strands of hair fell back, revealing the terrible sun-shaped brand of Tranquility on their forehead. The warden’s blue-grey eyes widened in horror.