He fled, using his long legs and making his way up a rocky outcropping and into the ruins of Ostagar, knowing the only way he could survive was if the Darkspawn played with the corpses of his friends. And the fact that he lived to tell the tale was testament to that. Still he heard their shrieks, and tumbled out of the worn out architecture towards the northern woodlands, making his way into the unknown.
[i]Leopold...[/i] 
Powerful legs pumping with the limits of their strength, Rannon stumbled through the Kokari Wilds with all of the will he could muster. His eyes bloodshot and his breathing ragged, muscles spent not only from exertion, but grief. 
[i]Aart was gone...[/i] 
The wilds held terrors unknown to man, but he traversed them just the same. He needed to make it out. Needed to live and tell of Loghain's treachery. 
[i]Rochen...[/i] 
He nearly fell when his foot hit a root, bowling over to catch himself. Why was he alive? Why did his friends not survive, but he did? By the Maker, what made him so Goddamn special? 
[i]Gavin...[/i] 
He found a river. He fell into it more like, soaked and cold. The powerful young man pulled himself out of the tugging river's flow with the last of his strength. He would not give in! Dawn was fast approaching, and the Darkspawn would not stop.
[i]Loghain...You will fail.[/i] 
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By morning he found himself in a small path through the shrubbery made by passing beasts, stopping his march by stamping his boot in the ground and hitting a tree with his shoulder, stubbornly. It took him a moment to realize he was being watched, and he turned to regard the young Mabari warhound staring at him not seven paces away. The one he had seen not days before at the camp. He held his huge sword before him in defense, until he realized just how stupid he was being at this moment. If this Mabari saw fit to kill him, why should he stop it? He planted his blade into the ground and slunk down. Instead the beast approached and sat, mirroring him. It panted and looked at him. "What are you doing here?" he croaked, his voice as tired as his body. It popped up and jumped from side to side, the dog spry and full of youth. It then dawned on the soldier, and he shook his head as his heart quivered. How could he lose all of his friends in one night, and receive the companionship of this noble canine the next? What world did he live in?
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and since all laughter had been ripped out of him the night before, he fell to the ground and wept. Why would this dog think him good enough? He had run. Dirt and tears stained his face, and when he lifted his head he half expected the canine to be gone. But it sat there, expectantly. 
Minutes past as his tears flowed, and when they were gone, he grabbed ahold of the Mabari's powerful body and had his new friend carry him onward for a time... 
[i]Gideon...[/i]
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Days later...