GOD DAMN IT!
A voice, riddled with exhaustion and desperation in equal measure rang out. The voices source?
Me, the poor soul who's hand is gone, shield splintered, weapon long since broken. The pain is overwhelming and the damn darkspawn just keeps coming.
What about king kalian? Or the Grey Wardens? Wasn't this supposed to just be another skirmish? Looking around at the carnage around me, the dead Mabari Masters and they're loyal hounds, the Fellow soldiers being run down as they flee, or worse, dragged off into the darkness screaming.
This wasn't how this was supposed to go.
I stare into the night sky, hope for a miracle. Yet nothing comes.
"Maker save use" I manage to choke out.