After returning with his Primary Soul to Dragon Age, Thrasher was itching to get back into fighting and killing. Having gone to a place called F-Zero for awhile, it would be great to do things on foot again.
A man could only race so long before he was bored.
As the memories settled in, a few took notice of the change in his disposition. Mainly Marian and Bethany. Thrasher was frowning first off, and radiating an intense rage.
"Oio, you lot!" He howled towards an ork human that was piddling around. With their Warchief back fully, the ork jumped to attention. Shivering under his burning eyes but happy he was back. "I cannot believe you, gits, been lollygagging around."
Thrasher stomped towards the ork. Body looking massive as his energy rose the madder he turned. Bits of rock started to float before bursting from the power.
"Bo.. boss.." The ork human swallowed his spit. Almost pissing his pants a bit. "..we .. we.. not our fault! They told us to rest! So.. we kept restin!" A little overwhelmed, he backed away till stopping at a rock formation. "Plus the you here looked to be tired. SO.. So..."
"Easy there Thrasher!" Marian came around, putting herself between the two. "I made the call to rest after a few weeks. Just afterward... it was hard to get them motivated again." A few of the ork humans at the rank of Nob moved after hearing the shouting.
Already at work getting their klan back at it. At least they were well-rested and had a lot of gear. One thing that came out of it. The looting was done really well. Lots of weapons and armors to work with.
"To take it easy and.." Marian stopped talking noticing Thrasher's menacing look. "..gulp!"
"What the others do is on them, but you lot.." He looked around at the mostly at attention orks. "..get moving and clear them tunnels out. I don't want to hear about a single Darkspawn getting past certain areas!"
"Yes Warchief!" They shouted in almost unison. Running as fast as their legs could take them. Which was far away from the current location. "Ere we go! Ere we go! The boss is back!" They chanted in glee.
"Where are the not so Silent Sisters?" Thrasher asked with barely contained anger.
"Scouting in a few places. Your cousin and the others pushed on ahead after your forces cleared most of the way. Heck, almost no injuries during the entire time considering the way they fought so brutally and precise." Marian tried to get through to him. Vaguely aware why he was upset when he started yelling after thinking it over. "THe others were getting a little suspicious and.."
"Let them get suspicious. I do not care." Thrasher shook his head simmering down to just annoyed. "With everything going on in your World..."
"Our World." Bethany said from behind. "You live here to. So technically it fits to call it our World." She moved over next to her sister standing in a united front almost. "Or the place you go was better than here?"
"No. It was not. Just enough to give my Prime Soul a little respite. As you can see behind me.." Thrasher gestured around. "..I brought none back with me. A hint that it was not worth anything for me really. Good for whoever else goes there anyway. But forget that noise, time to get moving."
"Right." Marian said taking point. "Icy took a small group to go actually downward. Something about finding some really neat magic. So we have three or so different groups about."
"The deeper we go though, the more Darkspawn. Well, the more for your forces to handle anyway." Bethany stood close eyeing Thrasher up and down. Making sure she rembered the feeling of when he was fully himself and not just a part of his soul in the body. 'I can say for certain that I like this better. Just seems more alive this way.'
Norad updated Thrasher on the progress of everyone. As well as the increase in Black Orcs that were made from the moss pits constantly being fed Darkspawn, Corrupted Dwarf, and Abominations from the campaign.
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Catching about the others-
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After some traveling, mostly spent talking to his forces they came across, Thrasher was content but had a bad feeling about the Deep Roads. His personal power as a User was acting funny. He felt something strange was happening to a pillar or pillars of this World for that matter.
But try as he might, he couldn't pinpoint it just yet.
Redeploying a few 100 or so ork humans to repair the damage to Caradin's cross helped matters. It was used as a focal point to coordinate his forces. All the corpses of the Darkspawn killed by the Legion of the Damn and Branka's forces benefitted him a lot.
Regular ork humans were made from them to rebuild. As well as making teleportation circles to connect with a few other places. But the latter would take awhile to be fully functional. Unless they found a cheap power source. Such as lyrium for one.
A small lyrium deposit was found by the scouting party though. Later it would be investigated in more detail. Not currently a priority. Thrasher was happy they didn't find any red lyrium though. They did find some schematics that hinted on the Anvil of the Void.
Bethany and a few others took interest in that. Thrasher was going to go and find the others who he believed should have found the Anvil itself or maybe even Branka.
Leaving the rebuilding area Thrasher's eyes caught the sight of Marian sneaking.
"What is it?"
"Just practicing is all." Marian ran up to him. Acting a little off. Seeing Thrasher's bewildered face, she sighed. Giving up on whatever she was playing at. "That is exhausting to be that type of person. Leliana is just going to have to accept I am not good at the game of hers."
"Uh huh." Thrasher just agreed not really knowing what she was getting at. Figuring it was unimportant. A few ork humans moved about 200 feet from them. Giving the boss a wide room to talk. Plus they could fight any mobs before he ould this way. "What is on your mind their little rouge?"
"I am not little." Marian grumbled. "Above average height to." The to part made Thrasher blink at her. Slightly baffled at what she was getting at.
"Alright... I am gonna take a bite that something happened that I don't know about or should know about and don't know about or something." He eyed her from the side. "This better not be something stupid to me but important to you that turns into an argument that could have been avoided if we just talked about it."
"Well..." Marian gave a sheepish smile. "..so about Icy.."
"Icy is in love with Darcy and Stormy. I am just a flesh dildo for her. I am really just for fun as far as I know for her.. and them. We really haven't done much with each other. They had some things happened to them before meeting me."
"Well jsut straight out with it huh?!" Marian watched as Thrasher didn't stop walking as he talked. She stood there for a moment before catching back up. "What about Cara?"
"My ride or die check." Thrasher mused. "Someone I will trust with certain things. The same as.. well you and Bethany."
"Ride or die chick..." Marian wrinkle her nose at that. " I rather not the dying part." He gave a shrug. "You are an ass at times yah know that?" He gave another shrug.
"Just the way it is..." Thrasher felt a weird feeling once more, but it was far away still. "..there are better people out there, go find them."
"Nope." Marian said matching his stride. "Stick with the bad yah know, and see what happens. A small smile appeared on Thrasher's face. "So.. how many kids and grandkids do you have?"
"None. They all died during the User War I found out when I took that quick jaunt to another World." Thrasher figured as much considering he lost all of his forces during the war to. "Haaa, good getting confirmation. Loss the few friends I had to. Well one or two remain."
"That is really depressing." Marian didn't know what else to say. She went for changing the subject instead. "What is Trace or Tracker as you call him most of the time. His role has to be important?"
"Some one that is meant to help me understand a target better while protecting them." Thrasher was happy for the change in direction. No need to dwell on it. Even briefly while in a place like the Deep Roads. "If he has fun with Elissa, even better. If they become something, I will not keep him to the job he is assigned."
"That is good." Marian rembered something she wanted to tell him about Shredder. "The armored guy.. his real name is Oroku Saki. He seems shifty, but his skills are very impressive. I am gonna spend more time training with him like suggested. After Leliana picks him apart of course."
"Sounds good." Thrasher nodded in understanding. The rest of the way they just talked about various things. At one point, Marian suprised him but interlocking her fingers with his. A very soft expression that he wouldn't think she would do. Especially with the heat of the Deep Roads as they moved further along. 'Hmmm, well this is nice.'
Besides their talking, the sounds of Darkspawn and mutated spiders being killed could be heard.
Thrasher and company caught with the others. The ork humans spread out to take care any stragglers in the area. Hoping for some entertainment mostly. Or at least a new choppa.
Elissa was talking to a female Dwarf that looked slightly manic. Next to her was an honest to goodness golem that spoke like a human. A quick look around showed several other golems but not as... animated as this one.
Thrasher and company caught with the others. THe ork humans spread out to take care any stragglers in the area. Hoping for some entertainment mostly. Or at least a new choppa.
Elissa was talking to a female Dwarf that looked slightly manic. Next to her was an honest to goodness golem that spoke like a human. A quick look around showed several other golems but not as... animated as this one.
"Sooo the Anvil looks nice." Thrasher said with a smirk. He actually thought about messing with it a little. But the way they crowded around it, however, that was a no go. "Bunch of stingy little gits."
"I admire an artist that understands the worth of the anvil. But it is for dwarf hands only." Branka said. The look Marian gave her was deadly. Meeting her back with a steely gaze of her own, Branks knew not to make another enemy at this time. "You are of course welcome to help.. with studying it."
"Nothing to study, it should be destroyed!" The golem next to Elissa shouted.
"Do not get your panties in a wad lady, adults are talking about something can help defeat the Darkspawn." Thrasher didn't like the golem. Something about it was off. Then he rembered the little lore surrounding her. "Oh yeah! You are the female volunteer from Shayle of House Cadash."
"I am?" The golem asked confused. Unsure of itself. Not wanting to be distracted, she focused back on the task at hand. "Do not try to distract me! The anvil should be destroyed!"
"The hell it should!" Branka barked back livid. The few surviving members from her house brandishing their weapons. "I rather die!" She looked to Elissa seeing her input. "With this anvil, I can create an army to fight against the Darkspawn Warden! Much better than the few dwarven warriors you would receive!"
"Anything that is made by that anvil will bring nothing but trouble!" Shayle said. "Stop her before it is to late!"