WulfOfTheSouth

Disclaimer: Alright. Because people are liable to sue for pretty much anything these days, I’d just like to make the following statement. This story is for entertainment, not profit. Any character, song, artist, or band mentioned in this story belongs to however the hell came up with it. OC’s are based on people I know. They have full rights to the name. Kangu, and Arron are property of ChimokonoAngel@deviantart.com. The hybrids are my OC’s from her hybrid idea. Liz is property of trackgrrl2266@deviantart.com. Anyone else I forgot to mention belongs to who ever created them. Now, don’t sue you trigger happy bastards.

Dragon Age: Soul of the Night Chapter 1 On the Streets of Dust Town Orzammar Garik Brosca strode through the Commons of Orzammar, ignoring the glares and offended looks of the other castes. Leske, his long time friend, trailed after him. Garik was a bit short, even for a dwarf, but he was stocky, with long reddish brown hair tied in a ponytail. “I’m about ready to feed Beraht his teeth, Lesk,” Garik grumbled. “I know, but for now, let’s just do what he says, Duster. He’s already twitchy enough.” Garik smirked. Leske was referring to Oskias, the merchant that Beraht had sent the pair of them after