Role

Chapter 3

A sudden cold flush rushed through Varric, jolting him awake as he
hurtled down towards a large fiercy chasm. Stripped of everything
laid bare he could feel the heat rising and rising, until he was once
again struck by a sudden cold flush as powerful fingers wrapped around
his torso brutally stopping his motion. There he hovered for a moment
before he was brutally hurled in the opposite direction, crashing through
the crust of the world to find himself at the feet of a drow healer.

As he stood somewhat dazed and confused he noticed a thin leather band
hanging around his neck as his only possesion. The chill of memories
flood his very being and he found himself re-walking his steps to the
Warg only to find himself looking at his own corpse. To this day he still
does not know why he did what he did, but he leant down and gathered his
own severed ear onto a thin leather band before wearing it around his neck.