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"Men and women from every race, warriors and mages, barbarians and kings... the Grey Wardens sacrificed everything to stem the tide of darkness... and prevailed."
—Duncan, head of the Grey Wardens in Ferelden
The fifth Blight has fallen upon Thedas, the darkspawn, a monstrous race of creatures filled with a corruption unlike any other, have corrupted the fifth of the old gods, the dragon Urthemiel, with their taint, creating their new leader, an Archdemon. The darkspawn, led by their new “Archdemon” have risen from the deep roads, pouring into the lands of Ferelden, where their Blight is all but unopposed. The lands of Ferelden lay weak after their war with Orlais a mere thirty years ago, and are weaker still after the coup orchestrated by Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir, the Hero of River Dane. In order to take the throne, he left King Cailan to die before Ostagar, when the naïve young man insisted on fighting on the front lines with the Grey Wardens, great warriors who have protected Thedas from the Darkspawn since the first Blight. Nearly the entirety of the Grey Warden forces in Ferelden have been decimated at Ostagar, all that remain are a select few of the recruits the former Commander, Duncan, recruited a mere week before. Now they must unite the people of Ferelden, calling upon men, elves, and dwarves, against the darkspawn before they corrupt the entirety of the land with their evil taint.
Known Races of Thedas:
Humans: The humans of Thedas are the master race, the superior species that seeks to control all others. They are a strong people with an amazing ability to adapt to any situation. They make up the majority of Ferelden. The monotheistic faith of the Chantry plays a major role in human society.
Elves-A humanoid race, elves typically stand four inches shorter than their human companions and have a slender, lithe build
and pointed ears. In Ferelden, and many other parts of Thedas, elves are second-class citizens, often referred to by
humans as 'knife ears' as a racial slur.
There are different types of Elves: The Dalish and the Alienage
Alienage- Alienages are closed communities of elves living in human cities. They are typically poor and survive by
begging or taking on the most menial and unrewarding of tasks.
Dalish- Dalish elves lead nomadic lives, wandering throughout Thedas. The clans date back to the ruling clans of the
Dales. The Dalish are the descendants of the ruling houses of their destroyed homeland. They are considered
trouble by human authorities and face hostility if they attempt to settle in one place. They still revere the
elven pantheon and each member of a tribe will tattoo the symbol of their chosen god on their face.
Dwarf- Phyically,the most powerful of the races of Thedas. They reside in their kingdoms beneath the mountain ranges.
Their culture revolves around the worship of ancestors, rather than the faith of the Chantry. They also place a great
deal of pride in their caste-system. Dwarves are unable to perform magic, thus they cannot become Mages.
Qunari- the bronze-skinned Qunari are both larger and stronger than humans. They have pointed ears and vivid eyes including
such colors as violet, red, or yellow. Their white hair is traditionally worn in braids or cornrows and they hail from the
island nations of Par Vollen and Seheron. The Qunari are born in The Qunari follow the philosophy of the Qun (koon), a
violently evangelical religion. Individual qunari are raised as soldiers from a very young age. They are expected to be
strong, disciplined, and stoic, adhering without fail to the tenets of honor and duty as defined in the Qun. Qunari are not a common sight in Ferelden, the only few being mercenaries to high ranking nobles.
Magi: The Magi are Elves or Humans gifted with magical abilities that brand them as a different being entirely. Though the Dalish accept those of their own with magic, the other races persecute theirs, sending them to towers where the Chantry, the religious body of Thedas, watch over them with their Templars, mage-hunters. They live confined, dangerous lives, constantly overseen and threatened by the possibility of being possessed by demons from the fade, the land of the dreams and the dead where Magi draw their power from. Few live outside of the Tower, they are branded as Apostates cursed to live their lives being hunted by the Chantry.
Grey Wardens: People of any race or background who have undergone the joining, the ceremony where they drink the blood of the darkspawn and master the taint. The few that survive the joining have the ability to sense the darkspawn, and are the only ones who can truly kill an Archdemon. Only those with outstanding skill or potential may join, and the Wardens reserve the right to recruit whomever they want, whether they want to join or not. Given the taint in their blood, Wardens may be considered separate from the other races of Thedas.
Darkspawn: Vile, monstrous creatures with black skin and jagged teeth that feast upon the flesh of any living creature, even their own. They have no individual consciousness, instead having a joined mind with all of the other Darkspawn and the Old Gods, who forever call to them. Their touch may taint creatures and the land around them, changing it for years to come. Their blood is poisonous as the taint may kill a regular creature or shift it into a blight beat or "ghoul" that will work for the darkspawn. If you should see one, kill it, kill it quickly.
Sign up:
There can be no more than four grey wardens, but there can be four other characters for each warden(party members).
Grey Wardens: 3/4
Party members: 10/16
Nations of Thedas:
Antiva-nation in Thedas. Its capital is Antiva City, which lies on in the middle of its coastline. The line of kings in Antiva has remained unbroken for two and a half thousand years. In truth, however, the nation is ruled by a collection of merchant princes such as heads of banks, trading companies, and vineyards. As Antiva is well-known to be good at everything but fighting, it is ironic that the world's deadliest assassins, the Crows of Antiva, originate here. No general would be mad enough to lead an attack on the Antivan borders, for while they would surely succeed due to the fact Antiva has no standing army, the general would likely be assassinated by the Crows. Women have strictly defined roles in Antiva. They are considered pure and delicate and not allowed to participate in combat, among other things. The Steel Age derived its name from when a Queen of Antiva was found murdered, impaled upon four swords. Antivans speak with Italian accents. Antiva is likely based on the real-world country of Italy.
Anderfels- is a nation of Thedas. It is far distant from Ferelden and it houses the headquarters of the Grey Wardens, Weisshaupt Fortress.[1] The people of the Anderfels are known as Anders and they were the first people to fight the darkspawn. The capital city of the Anderfels is Hossberg, in the northwest of the nation. The Anderfels appear to be very loosely based on the real-world Holy Roman Empire, which was the medieval German state. Writer David Gaider has stated that the Anderfels are "German in character, maybe a bit more on the Visigoth side." Presumably, characters from the Anderfels would speak with German accents. The fact that the Grey Wardens have stronger influence than the king could be based on the Order of the Teutonic Knights and their state. The Anderfels consist mostly of steppes, largely deserted after two Blights.
The Dales-The Dales are the area of southeastern Orlais on the western side of Gherlen's Pass from Ferelden. They're approximately the same size as the Bannorn. They are bordered by an uncharted Boreal Forest called the Arbor Wilds on the southern end, the Frostback Mountains to the east, and the Waking Sea to the north. They're in the mountain shadow of the Frostbacks, and have little rainfall and no major rivers, so most of the present-day human settlements are along the coast.
The Dales were the second homeland of the elves in times past. During Andraste's war against the Tevinter Imperium, elven slaves led by Shartan rose up and helped fight against their masters. For their part in the war, Maferath and Andraste's sons gave the elves the Dales. Elves then undertook the Long Walk, where elves from all over Thedas emigrated to the Dales. Here, they built Halamshiral, the only elven city in the Dales. At the time that the Dales were granted to the elves, it was on the fringe of Tevinter territory. It was barely populated, with only the barbarian hordes lying in Ferelden on the other side of the mountains. This happened approximately 170 years before the founding of the Chantry.
Later, the Chantry led an Exalted March against the Dales and conquered it for the Orlesian Empire. The reasoning behind this is disputed. Many elves see it as racial persecution. The Chantry maintains the elves were practicing paganism and human sacrifice. Historians suggest it was due to the Dales refusing to help humanity during the Second Blight. Whatever the case, the elves of the Dales were forced to leave their new homeland. The refugees are forced to either live in human settlements as second-class citizens, or hide in the wilderness as the nomadic Dalish elves.
Fereldon-Ferelden has two coasts. It is bordered on the north by the Waking Sea and on the east by the Amaranthine Ocean.
To the west are Lake Calenhad, Redcliffe, mountain passes, and the dwarven kingdom Orzammar at the northwest edge within the Frostback Mountains. Beyond the mountains is the Orlesian Empire. In the northern center is the Bannorn, a large area of fertile land where the banns compete for the right to rule. Highever sits on Ferelden's northern coast. To the northeast is the capital Denerim. The eastern part is dominated by the Brecilian Forest, with the coastal city Gwaren to the far southeast, connected by the Brecilian Passage. To the south are the Korcari Wilds. The areas beyond the Wilds are uncharted. The climate of Ferelden appears to be temperate, and Ferelden along with Thedas itself is located in the southern hemisphere. Ferelden is loosely based on the real-world medieval England. Human characters from Ferelden speak English. Ferelden also seems to be based to the culture of the Anglo Saxons and with some Viking influence there as well. Considering the man from whom the Nobles trace lineage was called Hafter. And their great hero being called Dane and having a Saga. Like most of medieval Europe, Ferelden is split into fiefdoms with lords known as Arls (Earls). Ferelden's people are described as being a surly, spirited lot that are a single bad day away from reverting to the barbaric ways of their forbearers.
The Free Marches- The Free Marches is a collective name given the wealthy, independent city-states in the central part of the continent.
The "Marchers" are an independent folk who descend from tough barbarian stock, their cities existing in a loose confederation that rarely unites on any matter (indeed, the network of petty feuds and alliances between the cities prevents them from taking collective action on any matter) unless one of their larger neighbors such as Tevinter or Orlais becomes aggressive. In that event, the Marchers pull together to create a united military front that event the greatest power cannot ignore. The Free Marches is best known as the breadbasket of Thedas, its farms along the banks of the great Minanter River being the source of much of Thedas' food.
Nevarra- Its capital city is also named Nevarra, and is located in the middle of the nation. The Pentaghasts are the ruling house there, famous for their dragonhunter heroes of the past; each of whom led a crusade to hunt dragons to extinction. They were almost successful at this. Granted, the dragons were a scourge for a very long time, but the Nevarrans hunted mostly for dragonbone and glory. Nevarra is based on the real world country of Spain.
Orlais- Orlais is a wealthy and powerful nation, and center of the Chantry. Its ambitious and without a doubt, the most powerful human nation on the continent. It has a large noble class well known for its culture and extravagance. The current Empress has led a resurgence in Imperial prestige with her focus on art and education. She has also given prominent Orlesian thinkers positions at court. In imitation of their Empress, the general aristocracy has also begun to promote scholarship and the arts, leading to a cultural renaissance of sorts. Aristocratic society is vicious and marked by fawning envy to the powerful. Orlais is loosely based on the real-world Kingdom of France. Orlesian characters speak with French accents.
Par Vollen- This is the original Northern Island nation that was invaded by the Qunari many centuries ago when they first arrived. Par Vollen has been assimilated now to the point that it is now a peaceful nation with no resistance. The humans who lived there were more primitive than elsewhere in Thedas, builing pyramids in their jungle cities and generally being isolated from the other cultures further to the south. When the Qunari took Par Vollen, they respected the skill it took to build their pyramids. Yet they topped their achievements by constructing large domes and aqueducts of Qunandar, which is the only real city of importance on the island. Few outsiders have been to the Qunari homeland, and few ever will.
Par Vollen might be equivalent to Central or South America, in terms of climate.
Rivain- nation of Rivain is located in the northern parts of Thedas. Its capital city is Dairsmuid, which is on in the southern end of the Rivain peninsula. Its dark skinned humans, the Rivaini, have a peaceful relationship with the elves. The city of Llomerryn is known to have a semi-permanent Dalish encampment on its outskirts. The qunari settlement of Kont-aar is in northern Rivain. Unlike the majority of peoples in Thedas, the Rivaini are not Andrastians and don't believe in the Maker. Rather, they are pantheists who believe in the in the Natural Order. Many, especially in Kont-aar, have also converted to the Qun, as their religion and the Qun are not very contradictory.
Seheron- A large island directly north of the Tevinter Imperium, still under the control of the Imperium. In a few centuries, it will have been conquered by the Qunari forces. Made up mostly of former Elven Slaves who sought sanctuary at Seheron. Its temperature is much like Par Vollen, yet not as humid, but more temperate.
The Tevinter Imperium-The Tevinter Imperium is a kingdom in Thedas once ruled by a powerful magocracy. The leaders of the Imperium were called “Magisters” and were led by the Imperial Archon. The Tevinter Imperium worshipped the Old Gods, and supposedly the Old Gods taught the Magisters their magic. According to the Chantry, it was at their beckoning that the Magisters attempted to usurp the Maker's throne by entering the Golden City of the Maker, which corrupted it and led to the First Blight. The Tevinter Imperium suffered the brunt of the first Blight and subsequently was toppled; it is now only a shadow of its former self in size and power. Previous to the first Blight, the Imperium conquered Elvhenan, the elven homeland, and enslaved its people. It is still legal for elves to be sold into slavery in Tevinter and many elves choose to sell themselves into slavery to provide for their families. This results in many Tevinter elves who are not slaves being better off than elves in other areas, even if elven slaves fare far worse. Its capital is Minrathous. The Imperium has its own version of the Chantry led by a male Divine. His authority and indeed the existence of the Imperial Chantry is not recognized by the Chantry in Orlais. Likewise, the Chantry calendar is in use everywhere except the Imperium. The qunari are in a state of constant war with the Imperium as they both struggle for dominance of the North. In the past, primarily during the Black Age, the Tevinter Imperium have had several Exalted Marches declared against it. The Tevinter is virtually revilved by other nations, give that its nobility is indulgent to the extreme and slavery is still practiced. It is the center of the black market in Thedas.
—Duncan, head of the Grey Wardens in Ferelden
The fifth Blight has fallen upon Thedas, the darkspawn, a monstrous race of creatures filled with a corruption unlike any other, have corrupted the fifth of the old gods, the dragon Urthemiel, with their taint, creating their new leader, an Archdemon. The darkspawn, led by their new “Archdemon” have risen from the deep roads, pouring into the lands of Ferelden, where their Blight is all but unopposed. The lands of Ferelden lay weak after their war with Orlais a mere thirty years ago, and are weaker still after the coup orchestrated by Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir, the Hero of River Dane. In order to take the throne, he left King Cailan to die before Ostagar, when the naïve young man insisted on fighting on the front lines with the Grey Wardens, great warriors who have protected Thedas from the Darkspawn since the first Blight. Nearly the entirety of the Grey Warden forces in Ferelden have been decimated at Ostagar, all that remain are a select few of the recruits the former Commander, Duncan, recruited a mere week before. Now they must unite the people of Ferelden, calling upon men, elves, and dwarves, against the darkspawn before they corrupt the entirety of the land with their evil taint.
Known Races of Thedas:
Humans: The humans of Thedas are the master race, the superior species that seeks to control all others. They are a strong people with an amazing ability to adapt to any situation. They make up the majority of Ferelden. The monotheistic faith of the Chantry plays a major role in human society.
Elves-A humanoid race, elves typically stand four inches shorter than their human companions and have a slender, lithe build
and pointed ears. In Ferelden, and many other parts of Thedas, elves are second-class citizens, often referred to by
humans as 'knife ears' as a racial slur.
There are different types of Elves: The Dalish and the Alienage
Alienage- Alienages are closed communities of elves living in human cities. They are typically poor and survive by
begging or taking on the most menial and unrewarding of tasks.
Dalish- Dalish elves lead nomadic lives, wandering throughout Thedas. The clans date back to the ruling clans of the
Dales. The Dalish are the descendants of the ruling houses of their destroyed homeland. They are considered
trouble by human authorities and face hostility if they attempt to settle in one place. They still revere the
elven pantheon and each member of a tribe will tattoo the symbol of their chosen god on their face.
Dwarf- Phyically,the most powerful of the races of Thedas. They reside in their kingdoms beneath the mountain ranges.
Their culture revolves around the worship of ancestors, rather than the faith of the Chantry. They also place a great
deal of pride in their caste-system. Dwarves are unable to perform magic, thus they cannot become Mages.
Qunari- the bronze-skinned Qunari are both larger and stronger than humans. They have pointed ears and vivid eyes including
such colors as violet, red, or yellow. Their white hair is traditionally worn in braids or cornrows and they hail from the
island nations of Par Vollen and Seheron. The Qunari are born in The Qunari follow the philosophy of the Qun (koon), a
violently evangelical religion. Individual qunari are raised as soldiers from a very young age. They are expected to be
strong, disciplined, and stoic, adhering without fail to the tenets of honor and duty as defined in the Qun. Qunari are not a common sight in Ferelden, the only few being mercenaries to high ranking nobles.
Magi: The Magi are Elves or Humans gifted with magical abilities that brand them as a different being entirely. Though the Dalish accept those of their own with magic, the other races persecute theirs, sending them to towers where the Chantry, the religious body of Thedas, watch over them with their Templars, mage-hunters. They live confined, dangerous lives, constantly overseen and threatened by the possibility of being possessed by demons from the fade, the land of the dreams and the dead where Magi draw their power from. Few live outside of the Tower, they are branded as Apostates cursed to live their lives being hunted by the Chantry.
Grey Wardens: People of any race or background who have undergone the joining, the ceremony where they drink the blood of the darkspawn and master the taint. The few that survive the joining have the ability to sense the darkspawn, and are the only ones who can truly kill an Archdemon. Only those with outstanding skill or potential may join, and the Wardens reserve the right to recruit whomever they want, whether they want to join or not. Given the taint in their blood, Wardens may be considered separate from the other races of Thedas.
Darkspawn: Vile, monstrous creatures with black skin and jagged teeth that feast upon the flesh of any living creature, even their own. They have no individual consciousness, instead having a joined mind with all of the other Darkspawn and the Old Gods, who forever call to them. Their touch may taint creatures and the land around them, changing it for years to come. Their blood is poisonous as the taint may kill a regular creature or shift it into a blight beat or "ghoul" that will work for the darkspawn. If you should see one, kill it, kill it quickly.
Sign up:
There can be no more than four grey wardens, but there can be four other characters for each warden(party members).
Grey Wardens: 3/4
Party members: 10/16
Nations of Thedas:
Antiva-nation in Thedas. Its capital is Antiva City, which lies on in the middle of its coastline. The line of kings in Antiva has remained unbroken for two and a half thousand years. In truth, however, the nation is ruled by a collection of merchant princes such as heads of banks, trading companies, and vineyards. As Antiva is well-known to be good at everything but fighting, it is ironic that the world's deadliest assassins, the Crows of Antiva, originate here. No general would be mad enough to lead an attack on the Antivan borders, for while they would surely succeed due to the fact Antiva has no standing army, the general would likely be assassinated by the Crows. Women have strictly defined roles in Antiva. They are considered pure and delicate and not allowed to participate in combat, among other things. The Steel Age derived its name from when a Queen of Antiva was found murdered, impaled upon four swords. Antivans speak with Italian accents. Antiva is likely based on the real-world country of Italy.
Anderfels- is a nation of Thedas. It is far distant from Ferelden and it houses the headquarters of the Grey Wardens, Weisshaupt Fortress.[1] The people of the Anderfels are known as Anders and they were the first people to fight the darkspawn. The capital city of the Anderfels is Hossberg, in the northwest of the nation. The Anderfels appear to be very loosely based on the real-world Holy Roman Empire, which was the medieval German state. Writer David Gaider has stated that the Anderfels are "German in character, maybe a bit more on the Visigoth side." Presumably, characters from the Anderfels would speak with German accents. The fact that the Grey Wardens have stronger influence than the king could be based on the Order of the Teutonic Knights and their state. The Anderfels consist mostly of steppes, largely deserted after two Blights.
The Dales-The Dales are the area of southeastern Orlais on the western side of Gherlen's Pass from Ferelden. They're approximately the same size as the Bannorn. They are bordered by an uncharted Boreal Forest called the Arbor Wilds on the southern end, the Frostback Mountains to the east, and the Waking Sea to the north. They're in the mountain shadow of the Frostbacks, and have little rainfall and no major rivers, so most of the present-day human settlements are along the coast.
The Dales were the second homeland of the elves in times past. During Andraste's war against the Tevinter Imperium, elven slaves led by Shartan rose up and helped fight against their masters. For their part in the war, Maferath and Andraste's sons gave the elves the Dales. Elves then undertook the Long Walk, where elves from all over Thedas emigrated to the Dales. Here, they built Halamshiral, the only elven city in the Dales. At the time that the Dales were granted to the elves, it was on the fringe of Tevinter territory. It was barely populated, with only the barbarian hordes lying in Ferelden on the other side of the mountains. This happened approximately 170 years before the founding of the Chantry.
Later, the Chantry led an Exalted March against the Dales and conquered it for the Orlesian Empire. The reasoning behind this is disputed. Many elves see it as racial persecution. The Chantry maintains the elves were practicing paganism and human sacrifice. Historians suggest it was due to the Dales refusing to help humanity during the Second Blight. Whatever the case, the elves of the Dales were forced to leave their new homeland. The refugees are forced to either live in human settlements as second-class citizens, or hide in the wilderness as the nomadic Dalish elves.
Fereldon-Ferelden has two coasts. It is bordered on the north by the Waking Sea and on the east by the Amaranthine Ocean.
To the west are Lake Calenhad, Redcliffe, mountain passes, and the dwarven kingdom Orzammar at the northwest edge within the Frostback Mountains. Beyond the mountains is the Orlesian Empire. In the northern center is the Bannorn, a large area of fertile land where the banns compete for the right to rule. Highever sits on Ferelden's northern coast. To the northeast is the capital Denerim. The eastern part is dominated by the Brecilian Forest, with the coastal city Gwaren to the far southeast, connected by the Brecilian Passage. To the south are the Korcari Wilds. The areas beyond the Wilds are uncharted. The climate of Ferelden appears to be temperate, and Ferelden along with Thedas itself is located in the southern hemisphere. Ferelden is loosely based on the real-world medieval England. Human characters from Ferelden speak English. Ferelden also seems to be based to the culture of the Anglo Saxons and with some Viking influence there as well. Considering the man from whom the Nobles trace lineage was called Hafter. And their great hero being called Dane and having a Saga. Like most of medieval Europe, Ferelden is split into fiefdoms with lords known as Arls (Earls). Ferelden's people are described as being a surly, spirited lot that are a single bad day away from reverting to the barbaric ways of their forbearers.
The Free Marches- The Free Marches is a collective name given the wealthy, independent city-states in the central part of the continent.
The "Marchers" are an independent folk who descend from tough barbarian stock, their cities existing in a loose confederation that rarely unites on any matter (indeed, the network of petty feuds and alliances between the cities prevents them from taking collective action on any matter) unless one of their larger neighbors such as Tevinter or Orlais becomes aggressive. In that event, the Marchers pull together to create a united military front that event the greatest power cannot ignore. The Free Marches is best known as the breadbasket of Thedas, its farms along the banks of the great Minanter River being the source of much of Thedas' food.
Nevarra- Its capital city is also named Nevarra, and is located in the middle of the nation. The Pentaghasts are the ruling house there, famous for their dragonhunter heroes of the past; each of whom led a crusade to hunt dragons to extinction. They were almost successful at this. Granted, the dragons were a scourge for a very long time, but the Nevarrans hunted mostly for dragonbone and glory. Nevarra is based on the real world country of Spain.
Orlais- Orlais is a wealthy and powerful nation, and center of the Chantry. Its ambitious and without a doubt, the most powerful human nation on the continent. It has a large noble class well known for its culture and extravagance. The current Empress has led a resurgence in Imperial prestige with her focus on art and education. She has also given prominent Orlesian thinkers positions at court. In imitation of their Empress, the general aristocracy has also begun to promote scholarship and the arts, leading to a cultural renaissance of sorts. Aristocratic society is vicious and marked by fawning envy to the powerful. Orlais is loosely based on the real-world Kingdom of France. Orlesian characters speak with French accents.
Par Vollen- This is the original Northern Island nation that was invaded by the Qunari many centuries ago when they first arrived. Par Vollen has been assimilated now to the point that it is now a peaceful nation with no resistance. The humans who lived there were more primitive than elsewhere in Thedas, builing pyramids in their jungle cities and generally being isolated from the other cultures further to the south. When the Qunari took Par Vollen, they respected the skill it took to build their pyramids. Yet they topped their achievements by constructing large domes and aqueducts of Qunandar, which is the only real city of importance on the island. Few outsiders have been to the Qunari homeland, and few ever will.
Par Vollen might be equivalent to Central or South America, in terms of climate.
Rivain- nation of Rivain is located in the northern parts of Thedas. Its capital city is Dairsmuid, which is on in the southern end of the Rivain peninsula. Its dark skinned humans, the Rivaini, have a peaceful relationship with the elves. The city of Llomerryn is known to have a semi-permanent Dalish encampment on its outskirts. The qunari settlement of Kont-aar is in northern Rivain. Unlike the majority of peoples in Thedas, the Rivaini are not Andrastians and don't believe in the Maker. Rather, they are pantheists who believe in the in the Natural Order. Many, especially in Kont-aar, have also converted to the Qun, as their religion and the Qun are not very contradictory.
Seheron- A large island directly north of the Tevinter Imperium, still under the control of the Imperium. In a few centuries, it will have been conquered by the Qunari forces. Made up mostly of former Elven Slaves who sought sanctuary at Seheron. Its temperature is much like Par Vollen, yet not as humid, but more temperate.
The Tevinter Imperium-The Tevinter Imperium is a kingdom in Thedas once ruled by a powerful magocracy. The leaders of the Imperium were called “Magisters” and were led by the Imperial Archon. The Tevinter Imperium worshipped the Old Gods, and supposedly the Old Gods taught the Magisters their magic. According to the Chantry, it was at their beckoning that the Magisters attempted to usurp the Maker's throne by entering the Golden City of the Maker, which corrupted it and led to the First Blight. The Tevinter Imperium suffered the brunt of the first Blight and subsequently was toppled; it is now only a shadow of its former self in size and power. Previous to the first Blight, the Imperium conquered Elvhenan, the elven homeland, and enslaved its people. It is still legal for elves to be sold into slavery in Tevinter and many elves choose to sell themselves into slavery to provide for their families. This results in many Tevinter elves who are not slaves being better off than elves in other areas, even if elven slaves fare far worse. Its capital is Minrathous. The Imperium has its own version of the Chantry led by a male Divine. His authority and indeed the existence of the Imperial Chantry is not recognized by the Chantry in Orlais. Likewise, the Chantry calendar is in use everywhere except the Imperium. The qunari are in a state of constant war with the Imperium as they both struggle for dominance of the North. In the past, primarily during the Black Age, the Tevinter Imperium have had several Exalted Marches declared against it. The Tevinter is virtually revilved by other nations, give that its nobility is indulgent to the extreme and slavery is still practiced. It is the center of the black market in Thedas.
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Sage Faustian played by Sage Akia
Tell me, why does your blood run cold at the sight of me? Is it because you know death is staring you in the face? Or is it because you finally understand that you are nothing but cattle, and I've come to lead you to slaughter?
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The town of Lothering was in utter turmoil as the soldiers moved through the streets, beating those unlucky enough to find themselves in their path. Women cried, children screamed, men yelled at the top of their lungs as they were dragged from their families by armored grunts.The banner of the Teynir of Gwaren flew over the mass of soldiers, identifying them as the men of Teyrn Loghain. All of them were cowards, deserters of the King Cailan, men who had left the last of Calenhad’s line to a bitter fate. They appeared as what they were to Sage, as he watched them from the forest just beyond the town farms, as beaten dogs running from the enemy that should have already been beaten with their tails between their legs.
Sage brushed his long, black hair away from his crimson eyes as he spied on the proceeding from atop one of the lower branches of a tree that stood at the edge of the forest. From what he could see, Loghain had sent a few platoons of soldiers to Lothering in order to force the local Bannorn to supply him with fresh troops, in order to quickly make up for the mass of soldiers he had sacrificed at Ostagar. It was a futile attempt, however, as the Bann had already taken his soldiers north, abandoning Lothering to its fate. With no real soldiers to bring back, the men of the “Regent” were forcing every able bodied man to come with them. Families were stripped of their main support by a man who claimed to be working in the best interest of the people of Ferelden.
Sage sighed as he remembered the rumors told to him by a lone refuge. Teyrn Loghain had made himself the Queen’s acting Regent, and had declared the Grey Wardens the enemy of Ferelden, declaring that they had turned on King Cailan before being slaughtered by the Darkspawn. Any man with half a brain could see the apparent lies, but these people were frightened. Their homes had been taken from them by monsters, and their king had been taken from them in a similar manner. They would see Loghain, the Hero of the River Dane, a their last ray of hope and would cling onto his every word, no matter what he said. Nothing less than killing Loghain would change this.
The Soldiers were starting to clear out of Lothering now, taking their hostages with them as they took the stone road on the edge of town north. Sage noticed, with amusement, that they had left a small group of soldiers in the village. Their objective was obvious, they were looking for them; the last of the Ferelden Grey Wardens. Each of the soldiers held a piece of parchment, and went about listing the general traits of the people they were looking for. They would not find them, of course, as they had slipped into the village quietly during the night. However, the ignorance of the villagers would not be enough to sate these men. They would soon become frustrated and start making threats. They had about an hour before blood was spilled.
Sage averted his gaze after watching the soldiers harass a group of female refugees, only to be driven off by Templars from the local Chantry, and dropped down from his branch. He landed next to where Cye had been standing, almost completely hidden in the shadows cast by the forest canopy, waiting for his companion to finish his observation. “Is it time to move?” Cye asked, eyes closed as Sage walked past him. “Not yet. I feel there is reason to wait.” Sage said in a somewhat serious tone as he walked towards the clearing where they had laid a small, makeshift campsite. Cye nodded and followed the man, not stopping for a second to question Sage's motives. They moved with a practiced quietness through the forest floor, doing their best not to stir a single insect from their hiding spot. Giant spiders, Great Bears, and wolves lie in wait here, watching the men with hungry eyes, yet none dared to attack them. Both gave off a malicious aura that seemed to drive off the untainted creatures. They were especially wary of Sage, who gave off an aura that appeared to be as black as night to them.
Sage brushed his long, black hair away from his crimson eyes as he spied on the proceeding from atop one of the lower branches of a tree that stood at the edge of the forest. From what he could see, Loghain had sent a few platoons of soldiers to Lothering in order to force the local Bannorn to supply him with fresh troops, in order to quickly make up for the mass of soldiers he had sacrificed at Ostagar. It was a futile attempt, however, as the Bann had already taken his soldiers north, abandoning Lothering to its fate. With no real soldiers to bring back, the men of the “Regent” were forcing every able bodied man to come with them. Families were stripped of their main support by a man who claimed to be working in the best interest of the people of Ferelden.
Sage sighed as he remembered the rumors told to him by a lone refuge. Teyrn Loghain had made himself the Queen’s acting Regent, and had declared the Grey Wardens the enemy of Ferelden, declaring that they had turned on King Cailan before being slaughtered by the Darkspawn. Any man with half a brain could see the apparent lies, but these people were frightened. Their homes had been taken from them by monsters, and their king had been taken from them in a similar manner. They would see Loghain, the Hero of the River Dane, a their last ray of hope and would cling onto his every word, no matter what he said. Nothing less than killing Loghain would change this.
The Soldiers were starting to clear out of Lothering now, taking their hostages with them as they took the stone road on the edge of town north. Sage noticed, with amusement, that they had left a small group of soldiers in the village. Their objective was obvious, they were looking for them; the last of the Ferelden Grey Wardens. Each of the soldiers held a piece of parchment, and went about listing the general traits of the people they were looking for. They would not find them, of course, as they had slipped into the village quietly during the night. However, the ignorance of the villagers would not be enough to sate these men. They would soon become frustrated and start making threats. They had about an hour before blood was spilled.
Sage averted his gaze after watching the soldiers harass a group of female refugees, only to be driven off by Templars from the local Chantry, and dropped down from his branch. He landed next to where Cye had been standing, almost completely hidden in the shadows cast by the forest canopy, waiting for his companion to finish his observation. “Is it time to move?” Cye asked, eyes closed as Sage walked past him. “Not yet. I feel there is reason to wait.” Sage said in a somewhat serious tone as he walked towards the clearing where they had laid a small, makeshift campsite. Cye nodded and followed the man, not stopping for a second to question Sage's motives. They moved with a practiced quietness through the forest floor, doing their best not to stir a single insect from their hiding spot. Giant spiders, Great Bears, and wolves lie in wait here, watching the men with hungry eyes, yet none dared to attack them. Both gave off a malicious aura that seemed to drive off the untainted creatures. They were especially wary of Sage, who gave off an aura that appeared to be as black as night to them.
OOC Notes
"Alright then. Say...a small village has a poster with a reward for gold if you slay a herd of flying pigs that have been laying waste to their farm fields. When you go to collect your reward for the rubbish task, they give you bread." Matrim mumbles his suggestion to Finch as the two lie in wait within shadows, stalking the Chantry building.
Finch snorts boorishly. "The poster said 'gold'. Bread isn't an acceptable substitute." as much as she loves bread that most certainly would not sit well with the she-devil.
"The town is poor." Matrim slowly concludes.
"The town is flammable." she indicates with a tone of finality. The two rogues chuckle faintly under their breath as...there. A clear path. Finch inclines her head and leads Matrim inside. They surpass the anguished lot herded within and instead wait until they are isolated. With the donations box. Matrim begins to shuffle off in a direction but Finch seizes his claw. "I'm not about to let you slither away, snake that you are. Stand guard as I collect the good faith of Lothering."
In a few moments she's succeeded in stuffing her chestplate full of coin. Now she'll be the envy of every woman in Ferelden. Until she has to spend it all. Oh and, perchance, give that oaf Matrim his share. Finch begins to back pedal as the door suddenly slams open. A Templar roars at her and flails a sword, making the bird shrieks and dive through his legs, scrambling to her feet. There isn't any sign of Matrim. That thug cheated her! No doubt he tipped off the Templars...scoundrel. Freedom. FREEDOM! She tucks and rolls, arms crossed over her voluptuous chest to keep the spoils safe. Finch slams open the double doors as she goes flying through the main road, mud flinging in her wake. The petit pest weaves through a crowd of angry farmers struggling with soldiers and manages to shake off a few of the Templars but not the most persistent.
A billowing horse suddenly storms beside her. At first Finch is sure she's been caught. As luck would have it Matrim had slipped away when Templars began to eye him. Kidnapping a guard's horse he knew he need only encircle Lothering before Finch would weasel her way outside. Grabbing the gaunt acrobat and heaving her across his lap, Matrim steers the horse through some backwater trails. They only get so far before the Templars seem to have given up as have the riled Chantry members.
Plodding the horse to a river the rogues dismount, slapping the horse's arse to send it back home. They'll need to divide the gold evenly (Finch could filch a few coins extra, Matrim never likes to do the counting) and part ways to spend it as they saw fit. Undoing her chestplate she allows the meager heap of gold to crash on the grass. Beneath her torso armoring are a few tattoos, scars and off white wrapping that begins above her navel and travels up to her collarbone. It helps flatten her nearly non-existent bust and better keens her body for acrobatic antics. Finch and Matrim sit on opposite sides of the river now as they each thumb their gold coins, calculating how they will invest it.
Finch snorts boorishly. "The poster said 'gold'. Bread isn't an acceptable substitute." as much as she loves bread that most certainly would not sit well with the she-devil.
"The town is poor." Matrim slowly concludes.
"The town is flammable." she indicates with a tone of finality. The two rogues chuckle faintly under their breath as...there. A clear path. Finch inclines her head and leads Matrim inside. They surpass the anguished lot herded within and instead wait until they are isolated. With the donations box. Matrim begins to shuffle off in a direction but Finch seizes his claw. "I'm not about to let you slither away, snake that you are. Stand guard as I collect the good faith of Lothering."
In a few moments she's succeeded in stuffing her chestplate full of coin. Now she'll be the envy of every woman in Ferelden. Until she has to spend it all. Oh and, perchance, give that oaf Matrim his share. Finch begins to back pedal as the door suddenly slams open. A Templar roars at her and flails a sword, making the bird shrieks and dive through his legs, scrambling to her feet. There isn't any sign of Matrim. That thug cheated her! No doubt he tipped off the Templars...scoundrel. Freedom. FREEDOM! She tucks and rolls, arms crossed over her voluptuous chest to keep the spoils safe. Finch slams open the double doors as she goes flying through the main road, mud flinging in her wake. The petit pest weaves through a crowd of angry farmers struggling with soldiers and manages to shake off a few of the Templars but not the most persistent.
A billowing horse suddenly storms beside her. At first Finch is sure she's been caught. As luck would have it Matrim had slipped away when Templars began to eye him. Kidnapping a guard's horse he knew he need only encircle Lothering before Finch would weasel her way outside. Grabbing the gaunt acrobat and heaving her across his lap, Matrim steers the horse through some backwater trails. They only get so far before the Templars seem to have given up as have the riled Chantry members.
Plodding the horse to a river the rogues dismount, slapping the horse's arse to send it back home. They'll need to divide the gold evenly (Finch could filch a few coins extra, Matrim never likes to do the counting) and part ways to spend it as they saw fit. Undoing her chestplate she allows the meager heap of gold to crash on the grass. Beneath her torso armoring are a few tattoos, scars and off white wrapping that begins above her navel and travels up to her collarbone. It helps flatten her nearly non-existent bust and better keens her body for acrobatic antics. Finch and Matrim sit on opposite sides of the river now as they each thumb their gold coins, calculating how they will invest it.
OOC Notes
Beldur sat in his room reading. he had a very good week as most of the mages that went to the battle at ostagar were human leaving a few humans who hid from some elves. and more elves shown up and spoke to each other. he himself managed to renew his connections with some elves. there were rings around the circle groups of elves forming their own small communities and beldur had led one of them at somepoint untill he gave up. There were rumours around that the battle did nto go well. but luckily there was a few mages and he went to greet them like every other mage went and the news that some shemlen named logain had deserted them circulated quickly and Beldur was not surprised. he was speaking to a female elf mage he had taken a liking to as she too was dalish but she came to the circle willingly so he was a bit dissapointed but after hearing her thirst for knowledge he understood. "i am not surprised a shemlen turned on their own king. only a huma would be so twisted as to turn on their own people" a human mage stared at him with fury and a templar shoved him to the wall "watch what you say knife ear!" Beldur laughed and forced the templars arm away "its true. name me one time the elves turned on each other?" the templar scowled and went for his sword when an enchanter came by "enough of this. Beldur come with me" he sneered to the templar and followed sitting in the enchanters office he seemed angry but sighed knowing beldur personally. he sighed adn took a drink from a glass "you are a mage of the circle Beldur. and as such no matter how much you do not like it you are one of us, as such the first enchanter has a task for you. and it requires you leaving the circle for a while." Beldur smiled and nodded in understanding "i can finally get away for a while" he thought gleefully to himself "what is my task?" he then fell silent as the enchanter sighed a bit and stood up "you know what happend at ostagar yes? well the enchanters refuse to believe that only a few straggers returned. your task is to go to the small village of lothering and wait for a week. gather up any surviving magi and return them to the circle. the kngith commander agreed to this. which is odd but he knew it would make the job easier sending a mage than templars from here. but i did have to put in -many- good words to get you to do this, the templars hate you if you didnt know" Beldur shrugged and stood "only becuase i am an elf, a mage and most of all dalish. i am one of the dalish first then a keeper's first and then a mage of the circle enchanter. you know this. ill accept this task as i have no choice in the matter, when shall i leave?" he was given a date and went to his room. the date ebing today his female freind followed "you were in trouble again?" he shook his head and told her what he had to do. she nodded and waved goodbye to him as he packed his things and headed to the docks.
Traveling was quiet as he was a hunter first he knew how to sneak un heard and unnoticed. he wore his dalish leather and his longbow and staff. his robes were in his bag which he would put on when he came closer to the village. it was just easier to travel in elather than it was in a robe as Beldur thought. the silence fo the forest was calming and refreshing and he traveled for just over a day. he camped outside of lothering near the river and just waited. he would spend a day in both exits and then look in town. he foten counted the coin given to him. it wasnt much a scant 60 silver but it was enough for a weeks food if you included what he hunted during the ngiths the dreams of his clan leaving him recurred giving him restless sleeps. it msut be him not used to sleeping on the ground again. he willg et used to it though he told himself as he slept and waited for the next few days before wandering into town heading for the cavern straight. the templars in the chantry watched him carefully. "they wouldnt tell me of any thermages incase we banded together" he thought to himself. plus they wouldnt help and elf so he was left to find any himself as he wandered the village looking.
Traveling was quiet as he was a hunter first he knew how to sneak un heard and unnoticed. he wore his dalish leather and his longbow and staff. his robes were in his bag which he would put on when he came closer to the village. it was just easier to travel in elather than it was in a robe as Beldur thought. the silence fo the forest was calming and refreshing and he traveled for just over a day. he camped outside of lothering near the river and just waited. he would spend a day in both exits and then look in town. he foten counted the coin given to him. it wasnt much a scant 60 silver but it was enough for a weeks food if you included what he hunted during the ngiths the dreams of his clan leaving him recurred giving him restless sleeps. it msut be him not used to sleeping on the ground again. he willg et used to it though he told himself as he slept and waited for the next few days before wandering into town heading for the cavern straight. the templars in the chantry watched him carefully. "they wouldnt tell me of any thermages incase we banded together" he thought to himself. plus they wouldnt help and elf so he was left to find any himself as he wandered the village looking.
OOC Notes
It had been three days since Kes had wondered into Lothering. She hadn't meant to stay very long but after meeting a family in poverty that had offered her a place to stay for a night, she couldn't resist. She felt bad for the people her; They had been abandoned with no way of protecting themselves. Over the last few days she did what she could to help the family she had been taken in by. Until Loghain's men came.
She never Cared for Loghain; to her he seemed devious and thirsted for power: any many with such dark ambition was not to be trust. Her father had taught her that. Though she could see why so many people followed him. In these times there really wasn't much else. She had heard rumors of the Grey Wardens but by this time there couldn't be many left; and even if there were the were outlaws, supposed criminals. Did she believe these rumors.... She didn't really know. The people of Ferelden had three choices: follow a tyrant that was mad; try to help the Grey Wardens and be seen as an outlaw, possibly getting killed for it; or wait for the darkspawn to slay them all. For her it wasn't much of a choice, she had to fight; just the thought of doing nothing like a child in tears because he can't find his mother; had her sick to her stomach. No, she would fight. It didn't matter if it was against the darkspawn or Loghain or even the Grey Wardens; she was a fighter and would die for who she was.
Though the thought of fighting the Grey Wardens made her a bit uneasy. Legends of the Grey Wardens were known through out Ferelden and possibly beyond that. She couldn't see how they could be as bad of people as Loghain has made them out to be. She would not fight them unless she knew without a doubt they were who he made them out to be. As for the people... She wished she could help them but she wasn't capable of supporting an entire city... For now she would have to settle for helping this family.
When the men came she was ready. The cries of agony from the citizens could be heard far from where they began. She wasn't sure what was going on; whether the darkspawn where attacking; or if it was some form of raid. The old couple and their young son shrunk into a corner of their hut. They were terrified; as they probably should have been. She motioned them to keep quiet as she stood at the doorway.\
Eventually they came. A large group of soldiers making their way from house to house dragging men from their families. Sometimes,even boys as young as nine or ten as well. She glanced at the older man and his son. They wouldn't make it in a war. The man had to be older than her father before he died... and the boy, he couldn't be older than twelve; much too young to hold his own on the battle field. No, she would not stand for this; she would protect them.
A soldier approached her; his build was much larger than her's, but he was younger; most likely less experienced. "What is the meaning of this?!" She demanded. Trying to make her voice sound strong and unaffected by her concern. He raised an eyebrow and looked her over as if he were amused but her command. "Move aside woman!"
"I win not! What right do you have to intrude on my home! My family is sick... my brother dieing I will not have you putting more stress on my loved ones!" she lied praying he would take the bait. He shoved her aside easily. The strength of his blow surprised her slightly but he allowed him to enter; he hadn't taken the bait. He approached the family, who shied away. "You two! come with me!" He heaved the boy up by his arm.
Silently Kes moved behind the man and picked up the pan, that she had used to make the nights dinner, that sat on the dieing fire. She swung it swiftly, spilling the red contents on to the ground, and hitting the man in the back of the head with a loud clang. With a thud he fell to the floor unconscious, releasing the boy. She dropped the pan as the boy hugged her.
What to do? What to do?... After a few seconds she got an idea...
A few moments later she stepped out of the hut with the woman; screaming pleas and crying as if her heart was being torn out. The old man stepped out in the soldiers uniform caring the unconscious man, who was now dressed in rags, over his shoulder. A young girl clung to the man crying, calling for her father. The old man, approached the other soldiers; who could see nothing wrong with the image; after passing of the sleeping man and exchanging a few words he departed, he slipped into a near by ally and disappeared. "Come on, we have to leave. He will be fine. Lets go!" Kes ushered the woman and her "daughter" into a similar ally way and out the back gates unseen.
Once they made it to the edge of the forest they stopped. Kes helped the woman to the ground as the boy sat next to her. It took about an hour for the old man to show up. He nodded to them in greeting as the woman began to sob in relief murmuring her thanks in incoherent babble. They had made it. Kes had saved their family. She sighed. She wasn't much for appreciation but it seemed to make the woman feel better. Her eyes wondered back to the city. The soldiers were moving out. As she watched she felt a horrid feeling down to her bones. She may have saved one family but hundreds had just been torn apart and she could do nothing about it.
She never Cared for Loghain; to her he seemed devious and thirsted for power: any many with such dark ambition was not to be trust. Her father had taught her that. Though she could see why so many people followed him. In these times there really wasn't much else. She had heard rumors of the Grey Wardens but by this time there couldn't be many left; and even if there were the were outlaws, supposed criminals. Did she believe these rumors.... She didn't really know. The people of Ferelden had three choices: follow a tyrant that was mad; try to help the Grey Wardens and be seen as an outlaw, possibly getting killed for it; or wait for the darkspawn to slay them all. For her it wasn't much of a choice, she had to fight; just the thought of doing nothing like a child in tears because he can't find his mother; had her sick to her stomach. No, she would fight. It didn't matter if it was against the darkspawn or Loghain or even the Grey Wardens; she was a fighter and would die for who she was.
Though the thought of fighting the Grey Wardens made her a bit uneasy. Legends of the Grey Wardens were known through out Ferelden and possibly beyond that. She couldn't see how they could be as bad of people as Loghain has made them out to be. She would not fight them unless she knew without a doubt they were who he made them out to be. As for the people... She wished she could help them but she wasn't capable of supporting an entire city... For now she would have to settle for helping this family.
When the men came she was ready. The cries of agony from the citizens could be heard far from where they began. She wasn't sure what was going on; whether the darkspawn where attacking; or if it was some form of raid. The old couple and their young son shrunk into a corner of their hut. They were terrified; as they probably should have been. She motioned them to keep quiet as she stood at the doorway.\
Eventually they came. A large group of soldiers making their way from house to house dragging men from their families. Sometimes,even boys as young as nine or ten as well. She glanced at the older man and his son. They wouldn't make it in a war. The man had to be older than her father before he died... and the boy, he couldn't be older than twelve; much too young to hold his own on the battle field. No, she would not stand for this; she would protect them.
A soldier approached her; his build was much larger than her's, but he was younger; most likely less experienced. "What is the meaning of this?!" She demanded. Trying to make her voice sound strong and unaffected by her concern. He raised an eyebrow and looked her over as if he were amused but her command. "Move aside woman!"
"I win not! What right do you have to intrude on my home! My family is sick... my brother dieing I will not have you putting more stress on my loved ones!" she lied praying he would take the bait. He shoved her aside easily. The strength of his blow surprised her slightly but he allowed him to enter; he hadn't taken the bait. He approached the family, who shied away. "You two! come with me!" He heaved the boy up by his arm.
Silently Kes moved behind the man and picked up the pan, that she had used to make the nights dinner, that sat on the dieing fire. She swung it swiftly, spilling the red contents on to the ground, and hitting the man in the back of the head with a loud clang. With a thud he fell to the floor unconscious, releasing the boy. She dropped the pan as the boy hugged her.
What to do? What to do?... After a few seconds she got an idea...
A few moments later she stepped out of the hut with the woman; screaming pleas and crying as if her heart was being torn out. The old man stepped out in the soldiers uniform caring the unconscious man, who was now dressed in rags, over his shoulder. A young girl clung to the man crying, calling for her father. The old man, approached the other soldiers; who could see nothing wrong with the image; after passing of the sleeping man and exchanging a few words he departed, he slipped into a near by ally and disappeared. "Come on, we have to leave. He will be fine. Lets go!" Kes ushered the woman and her "daughter" into a similar ally way and out the back gates unseen.
Once they made it to the edge of the forest they stopped. Kes helped the woman to the ground as the boy sat next to her. It took about an hour for the old man to show up. He nodded to them in greeting as the woman began to sob in relief murmuring her thanks in incoherent babble. They had made it. Kes had saved their family. She sighed. She wasn't much for appreciation but it seemed to make the woman feel better. Her eyes wondered back to the city. The soldiers were moving out. As she watched she felt a horrid feeling down to her bones. She may have saved one family but hundreds had just been torn apart and she could do nothing about it.
OOC Notes
A young woman made her way into the very small town of Lothering, from the Wilds. Her family, a group of Dalish elves that resided in the Wilds, had recently fled in order to better survive the Darkspawn invasion. Knowing that the Dalish were often hunted and owing those kind enough to take her in more than her life, she set off on a mission to fight the Darkspawn, single-handedly if she must.
Nailah had never done much exploring, preferring to stay near the camp. So, when she stumbled across the small town, she was relatively surprised. Her interest and curiosity was peeked enough that she ventured into the town. Upon entering the village, however, she tarried near the exit back towards the Wilds, pretending to be waiting for another. She would send questioning glances down the path back towards the Wilds, looking as though she were another survivor waiting for her family or friends. The town appeared to be getting completely overrun by guards, though this is not what kept Nailah from venturing further into the town. She fluffed her hair nervously as she managed another glance down the path into the town of Lothering.
There were two ways that she could venture; one was full of tents, probably those that had fled from their homes to evade the Darkspawn threat. The second was a dirt path directly towards the Chantry. Both paths collided by the Chantry before fully running into the town. She had been taught, from an early age, exactly what the Templars and Chantry followers looked like, what they do, and what they believed in. She could spot the Chantry from the entrance, though it was walled off with stone; however, she could also see numerous Templars on the path leading to where the Chantry was. Some seemed preoccupied with the guards and shouting civilians, but others were still standing guard. Regardless of how many were paying attention, Nailah wasn't just waltzing in.
Her chance came suddenly, when there was some ruckus from inside the Chantry walls. She heard shouting, distinct from the other shouts she had been hearing since her arrival. Then, she saw a small woman launch herself into the main road. She was being chased, as it appeared, by numerous Templars who has, apparently, been inside of the Chantry walls. Nailah's head tilted to the side as she surveyed the scene. As the woman continued out into the main road, she ducked around some of the soldiers that were man-handling civilians. She froze up as she nearly ran head first into a horse, but she was soon hauled over the rider's lap and the two rode off. Nailah couldn't see where they went, but the Templars in the path had taken off after the duo. This allowed Nailah a direct path into the town.
She bee-lined for where the woman had come from, tilting her head quizzically as more followers of the Chantry stood outside, shouting at the two on the horse -- even though they had already rode off into the distance. Nailah shrugged, shaking her head; then something caught her eye. There were three pieces of gold, seemingly staring at her from the ground. She scurried over to them and picked them up, inspecting them as they were stacked between her fingers. The dots connected soon enough and she giggled. Obviously, those two had just stolen from the Chantry. Shrugging, with a grin still plastered to her face, Nailah pocketed the coins and started a slow walk further into the town, staying on the opposite side of the path as the Chantry. As she neared a bridge, she encountered a small family of elves, consisting of a mother, father, and child.
The child was crying while the mother tried her best to console; the father was muttering obscenities, mentioning being robbed and the cruelness of humans. Nailah sighed, pulling the gold from her pocket. Living in the Wilds, she never needed money. Upon arriving in town, she saw stumbling upon the small amount as a blessing in disguise. Obviously, something else had been intended for her. Though this would make her seem religious; she was not. She believed in karma, however, and would not let the cruel mistress take advantage of her. Nailah immediately walked up to the group of elves, the father immediately quieting. He seemed afraid of her, perhaps because he feared that she had heard what he said.
Nailah extended her hand, holding out the gold. "This is all I have to my name, but it will benefit you much more than me. Take it and know that you have friends in this world." She smiled softly and began to walk away, quietly adding a farewell. "Dareth shiral. Melana 'nehn enasal ir sa lethalin." Before she journeyed across the bridge.
Journey safely. Time will again be the joy it once was.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, a man -- or a giant, as it may be -- entered from the north. He was clad in leather armor, and while leather armor usually doesn't strike fear into the hearts of those around the one wearing it, it was quite fearsome. The man was extremely imposing, not due to his girth, but his entire build. He stood over eight feet tall and was solid muscle. His face was serious, his lips pulled tight in a small frown. His brow was also furrowed, though his eyes stared straight ahead. A large, heavy-looking sword hung from a sheath across his back; though the quality of the leather belt holding it across his large frame, showed that it was obviously used often.
His skin was dark, making it look as though he had walked directly from Seheron to Lothering, only in the sun. His hair was completely white and braided firmly against his skull -- his lack of a helmet made it easy to see. To anyone looking at him, he was a threat. Not only due to his size, but also because his people, the Qunari, had been waging a war against many humans. Though, not all Qunari were participating in the war -- some had abandoned their people in search of riches, becoming paid mercenaries in Ferelden. Needless to say, seeing a Qunari is almost always bad.
As he approached the city, many parted from his way. He paid them no mind, instead hoping to find more information on the Darkspawn. He saw guards hauling men off, enlisting them into the ranks of the army. Karashok, the Qunari, nodded in approval, while wives and children screamed their disagreement. He was confused for a moment, it is an honor to fight for one's people... then he remembered. These are humans, not enlightened to the ways of the Qun, pitiful, cowardly folk. He sighed, shaking his head. He had only to find a single piece of information about where the Darkspawn would be before he could leave. He only hoped to find it before anything too exciting happened.
Nailah had never done much exploring, preferring to stay near the camp. So, when she stumbled across the small town, she was relatively surprised. Her interest and curiosity was peeked enough that she ventured into the town. Upon entering the village, however, she tarried near the exit back towards the Wilds, pretending to be waiting for another. She would send questioning glances down the path back towards the Wilds, looking as though she were another survivor waiting for her family or friends. The town appeared to be getting completely overrun by guards, though this is not what kept Nailah from venturing further into the town. She fluffed her hair nervously as she managed another glance down the path into the town of Lothering.
There were two ways that she could venture; one was full of tents, probably those that had fled from their homes to evade the Darkspawn threat. The second was a dirt path directly towards the Chantry. Both paths collided by the Chantry before fully running into the town. She had been taught, from an early age, exactly what the Templars and Chantry followers looked like, what they do, and what they believed in. She could spot the Chantry from the entrance, though it was walled off with stone; however, she could also see numerous Templars on the path leading to where the Chantry was. Some seemed preoccupied with the guards and shouting civilians, but others were still standing guard. Regardless of how many were paying attention, Nailah wasn't just waltzing in.
Her chance came suddenly, when there was some ruckus from inside the Chantry walls. She heard shouting, distinct from the other shouts she had been hearing since her arrival. Then, she saw a small woman launch herself into the main road. She was being chased, as it appeared, by numerous Templars who has, apparently, been inside of the Chantry walls. Nailah's head tilted to the side as she surveyed the scene. As the woman continued out into the main road, she ducked around some of the soldiers that were man-handling civilians. She froze up as she nearly ran head first into a horse, but she was soon hauled over the rider's lap and the two rode off. Nailah couldn't see where they went, but the Templars in the path had taken off after the duo. This allowed Nailah a direct path into the town.
She bee-lined for where the woman had come from, tilting her head quizzically as more followers of the Chantry stood outside, shouting at the two on the horse -- even though they had already rode off into the distance. Nailah shrugged, shaking her head; then something caught her eye. There were three pieces of gold, seemingly staring at her from the ground. She scurried over to them and picked them up, inspecting them as they were stacked between her fingers. The dots connected soon enough and she giggled. Obviously, those two had just stolen from the Chantry. Shrugging, with a grin still plastered to her face, Nailah pocketed the coins and started a slow walk further into the town, staying on the opposite side of the path as the Chantry. As she neared a bridge, she encountered a small family of elves, consisting of a mother, father, and child.
The child was crying while the mother tried her best to console; the father was muttering obscenities, mentioning being robbed and the cruelness of humans. Nailah sighed, pulling the gold from her pocket. Living in the Wilds, she never needed money. Upon arriving in town, she saw stumbling upon the small amount as a blessing in disguise. Obviously, something else had been intended for her. Though this would make her seem religious; she was not. She believed in karma, however, and would not let the cruel mistress take advantage of her. Nailah immediately walked up to the group of elves, the father immediately quieting. He seemed afraid of her, perhaps because he feared that she had heard what he said.
Nailah extended her hand, holding out the gold. "This is all I have to my name, but it will benefit you much more than me. Take it and know that you have friends in this world." She smiled softly and began to walk away, quietly adding a farewell. "Dareth shiral. Melana 'nehn enasal ir sa lethalin." Before she journeyed across the bridge.
Journey safely. Time will again be the joy it once was.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, a man -- or a giant, as it may be -- entered from the north. He was clad in leather armor, and while leather armor usually doesn't strike fear into the hearts of those around the one wearing it, it was quite fearsome. The man was extremely imposing, not due to his girth, but his entire build. He stood over eight feet tall and was solid muscle. His face was serious, his lips pulled tight in a small frown. His brow was also furrowed, though his eyes stared straight ahead. A large, heavy-looking sword hung from a sheath across his back; though the quality of the leather belt holding it across his large frame, showed that it was obviously used often.
His skin was dark, making it look as though he had walked directly from Seheron to Lothering, only in the sun. His hair was completely white and braided firmly against his skull -- his lack of a helmet made it easy to see. To anyone looking at him, he was a threat. Not only due to his size, but also because his people, the Qunari, had been waging a war against many humans. Though, not all Qunari were participating in the war -- some had abandoned their people in search of riches, becoming paid mercenaries in Ferelden. Needless to say, seeing a Qunari is almost always bad.
As he approached the city, many parted from his way. He paid them no mind, instead hoping to find more information on the Darkspawn. He saw guards hauling men off, enlisting them into the ranks of the army. Karashok, the Qunari, nodded in approval, while wives and children screamed their disagreement. He was confused for a moment, it is an honor to fight for one's people... then he remembered. These are humans, not enlightened to the ways of the Qun, pitiful, cowardly folk. He sighed, shaking his head. He had only to find a single piece of information about where the Darkspawn would be before he could leave. He only hoped to find it before anything too exciting happened.
OOC Notes
Ryuu sat amongst the camp ground his head rested in his own hands, soon enough he watched as Sage; and Cye moved back into the camp. Ryuu stood up and walked over to meet them calmly he looked from one face to another. "So is it as bad as it seems?" He asked, his arms crossed over his chest, his mind centered around the events that had unfolded earlier. He wasn't to clear on the subject, the fact that now he resided as a grey warden. Though he wasn't to upset about being among the fabled few. He was upset that they were betrayed, though he wasn't surprised it was by a human. He didn't trust most, and even the ones he did trust he still watched for any signs of uncertain betrayal.
His mind slowly faded from the past and back into the present, he himself had walked amongst the villagers; hidden of course, but still enough to see that the place was in worse shape then they were. He shifted from foot to foot, wondering on what Sage would decide to do; letting him take up the leadership role considering he before just enjoyed stabbing things. He looked back behind him, his ears twitched slightly from the sound of movement deep in the forest. His hands unconsciously going to his weapons. The forest was full of creatures ready to spring at a moments notice, but they seemed fearful of Sage and Cye and even Ryuu could see that.
His mind slowly faded from the past and back into the present, he himself had walked amongst the villagers; hidden of course, but still enough to see that the place was in worse shape then they were. He shifted from foot to foot, wondering on what Sage would decide to do; letting him take up the leadership role considering he before just enjoyed stabbing things. He looked back behind him, his ears twitched slightly from the sound of movement deep in the forest. His hands unconsciously going to his weapons. The forest was full of creatures ready to spring at a moments notice, but they seemed fearful of Sage and Cye and even Ryuu could see that.
OOC Notes
"time to go in" Beldur spoke to himself then ehaded into the small village. he looked around the mian area just off the chantry now changed into his magi robes. seeing the large qunari intreigued him but Beldur paid him no more mention. the templars saw him and apporached him "well well. what have we here? a runaway mage? and an elf no less" they seemd almost hopeful beldur merely chuckled condescendingly at him "silence tempalr im ehre on buisness. but ofcourse you wouldnt believe that out right so take me to who ever is the knight commander here" the templar seemd to shake in anger and in a low growl whistled another over. the man whos templar armour was of slightly better quality was obviously the commander thought he seemd displeased at seeing Beldur there "what do you want mage?" he demannded shortly and beldur handed him a scroll. the templar leader snatched and read it and sighed angrily before handing it back and talking to the templar. the lesser tempalr seemed furious but sighed and walked off "you are free to look around but dont do any magic. unless you can heal people, which i know you cant as ive heard of you. the most dangerous mage they call you. we will be watching you" he warned before walking off beldur grinned and walked around the town, seeing another dalish give some gold to some of the lost was pelasing. he went over to her and tapped ehr on the shoulder "excuse me are you perhaps of the Elgar Bor'assan?" that was his clan before he was forced to be elft behind. it mean spirit bow, it was named so because the keeper and keeper's first were hunters always able to learn inthe beyond
OOC Notes
He walks slowly and calmly among the Chantry. A commotion pushed him outside and away from his studies. The Tranquil blinks slowly, not in the least bit phased. Elion's long ears quirk and cause the chains on his ear tips to rattle. The melodious chime brushes his porcelain cheeks as he makes his way into the road, watching a horse gallop off with two miscreants abroad. Curious. Elion lightly dusts off his shoulders out of habit before walking down the road. He examines his alchemist gloves before looking up as a shadow overwhelms him. "Oh. Pardon me. I was not paying attention to my steps."
Elion glances up at the muscular figure and inclines his head curiously. He hasn't seen this sort of man before but that doesn't deter his serene nature in the least. Although he must wonder what such a foreboding foreigner would be doing in this down trodden town. "Do you require instruction to something you seek?" verdigis covers the elongated tools on his fingers but it only shows he is easily engrossed in his work.
[Sorry it's a tad short Strawberry, I'm being hauled off to a friend's.]
Elion glances up at the muscular figure and inclines his head curiously. He hasn't seen this sort of man before but that doesn't deter his serene nature in the least. Although he must wonder what such a foreboding foreigner would be doing in this down trodden town. "Do you require instruction to something you seek?" verdigis covers the elongated tools on his fingers but it only shows he is easily engrossed in his work.
[Sorry it's a tad short Strawberry, I'm being hauled off to a friend's.]
OOC Notes
Nailah had been making her way through the town slowly enough when she was tapped on the shoulder, a voice reaching her ears before she could turn around.
"Excuse me, are you perhaps of the Elgar Bor'assan?
Nailah turned quickly enough, smiling softly. Though she had always lived with the Dalish, Nailah was indeed human. Abandoned by her mother (or so Nailah believes), she was found by the Dalish in the Wild and taken in as one of their own. She was slightly surprised that this elf had approached her, seeing as she stood a little under five feet and seven inches tall -- much taller than many elven women. Her hair easily hid her ears though and her robes were more Dalish than human.
"The Atisha Adahlen, actually." She bowed her head, "Aneth ara, falon." She spoke kindly as she talked, greeting this stranger as a friend. Those of the Dalish would always have a special place in her heart, though she hoped he didn't react to suddenly to finding out that she was actually a human.
These two definitely had something in common beyond the Dalish experience; the way he was dressed and they way she was dressed obviously made them both mages. He appeared to be wearing the clothing of the tower, however, where he could easily tell that she was an apostate.
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Karashok had learned quickly, exactly how fun it was to control other people's movements. He had gone from walking with a severe purpose to occasionally adjusting his path and laughing internally when the humans around him scurried to get out of his path. He passed what appeared to be, two mages engrossed in a conversation. His lip twitched in disgust; mages were not to be trusted in his land. As he continued his walk, however, he saw another elven mage exiting the Chantry.
His lip twitched as he noticed the mage lose concentration on where he was walking and bee-lined for the man. When he looked up at him, the Qunari was waiting for his to go running back into the false church he had just emerged from. He was confused, and his narrowing eyes reflected this, as the man addressed him as he would anyone else.
"Oh. Pardon me. I was not paying attention to my steps."
Karashok grunted in response. This man was strange, he didn't respond like someone else would. He seemed... unnatural... void. Not to mention the fact that he was a mage. The man stared at his for another moment before speaking again.
"Do you require instruction to something you seek?"
Finally, some answers. Though Karashok felt relief for this, his face did not betray him. He had returned to his normal state of emotion, focused and proud. He issued a slight air of arrogance, flowing from his pride as a Qunari. When he addressed the man in return, it was of mixed emotion. Though he was grateful, he was perturbed by the fact that this man was a mage, left to wander freely amongst the people of this town.
"The Darkspawn."
((That's cool. No big deal. :D))
"Excuse me, are you perhaps of the Elgar Bor'assan?
Nailah turned quickly enough, smiling softly. Though she had always lived with the Dalish, Nailah was indeed human. Abandoned by her mother (or so Nailah believes), she was found by the Dalish in the Wild and taken in as one of their own. She was slightly surprised that this elf had approached her, seeing as she stood a little under five feet and seven inches tall -- much taller than many elven women. Her hair easily hid her ears though and her robes were more Dalish than human.
"The Atisha Adahlen, actually." She bowed her head, "Aneth ara, falon." She spoke kindly as she talked, greeting this stranger as a friend. Those of the Dalish would always have a special place in her heart, though she hoped he didn't react to suddenly to finding out that she was actually a human.
These two definitely had something in common beyond the Dalish experience; the way he was dressed and they way she was dressed obviously made them both mages. He appeared to be wearing the clothing of the tower, however, where he could easily tell that she was an apostate.
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Karashok had learned quickly, exactly how fun it was to control other people's movements. He had gone from walking with a severe purpose to occasionally adjusting his path and laughing internally when the humans around him scurried to get out of his path. He passed what appeared to be, two mages engrossed in a conversation. His lip twitched in disgust; mages were not to be trusted in his land. As he continued his walk, however, he saw another elven mage exiting the Chantry.
His lip twitched as he noticed the mage lose concentration on where he was walking and bee-lined for the man. When he looked up at him, the Qunari was waiting for his to go running back into the false church he had just emerged from. He was confused, and his narrowing eyes reflected this, as the man addressed him as he would anyone else.
"Oh. Pardon me. I was not paying attention to my steps."
Karashok grunted in response. This man was strange, he didn't respond like someone else would. He seemed... unnatural... void. Not to mention the fact that he was a mage. The man stared at his for another moment before speaking again.
"Do you require instruction to something you seek?"
Finally, some answers. Though Karashok felt relief for this, his face did not betray him. He had returned to his normal state of emotion, focused and proud. He issued a slight air of arrogance, flowing from his pride as a Qunari. When he addressed the man in return, it was of mixed emotion. Though he was grateful, he was perturbed by the fact that this man was a mage, left to wander freely amongst the people of this town.
"The Darkspawn."
((That's cool. No big deal. :D))
OOC Notes
"oh. your a shemlen.... but you are dressed like us. your clan treat you as the lost? then it would only be proper for me to do the same" he went a bit defensive seeing she was a human but he didnt ignore her alltogether. as her clan consider her one of the dalish the least he could do was tolerate her. and judging by her clothing she seemed liek a mage. he then raised a brow "do not fear. i wont go and tell the circle about you. i and first and formost a first" he gave a light smile and then looked at the town again "have you seen other circle mages? dressed like me? i was instructed to find them" he seemed kind but wary. nailah could see templars watching him for a small distance away. one with a hand on his sword,while he seemed to not notice or not care that they were there. it was widely known that the templars watch the mages carefully. but they seemed to have reason to watch him more than other mages "any information would be useful and rewarded if thats what you seek" he didnt have anything in terms of rewards but he would think of something. maybe tell her the old art had been reclaimed. but of course if she wanted to know she would ahve to find another clan to teach her. he wouldnt afterall.... unless she truely proved herself "and perhaps tell me of the shemlen loghain?"
OOC Notes
Sage walked past Ryuu, making his way for his tent as he spoke back to the elf, informing him on what he had seen. “Loghain’s soldiers are taking the men of Lothering hostage, most likely as a means of compensating for the loss at Ostagar. The bulk of the force has left, but they’ve left about half a platoon to search for the last of the Grey Wardens..” As he spoke, he stripped off the armor on his chest, shoulders, and waist, leaving only the arms and legs protected by anything more than chainmail. “I’m going in to town now to see if I can’t lighten the burden of the people…” Sage slipped on his old Blood Raven uniform and a cloak that bore the blood red insignia on the back. “You and Cye should pack up camp while I’m gone, I suspect we’ll be leaving soon.” Sage finished packing up is armor into his pack and left it beside his black tent.
Sage readjusted his sword belt and slid a knife into his boot, settling his leather pants leg over the handle of the weapon. Then he pulled his hood over his head and was gone, leaving Cye and Ryuu alone in the forest. Cye let loose an audible sigh as he kneeled and picked up Sage’s pack, pulling out the rods that kept the tent upright as he rose. “Blood is to be spilled, then.” He said, his voice clearly showing the exhaustion he felt. “I suppose after Ostagar he has been a bit restless to punish the Teyrn for his betrayal, but here he may do more harm than good.” Cye pulled up the tent and folded it quickly, his hands a blur, before stuffing it into the pack before moving onto his own belongings. He looked back at Ryuu, his silver eyes almost completely devoid of emotion and spoke. “You may go into town as well, if you wish. There may be people of… interest to you there. I’ll join you shortly, I’m sure.” He said before focusing entirely on the task at hand.
A smirk found its way onto Sage’s face as he wandered into the village, his face hidden almost entirely by the shadow of the hood. The chaos here was amusing. Soldiers of the people, choking all of them with the iron fist of oppression. Children, Women, the Elderly, all being shaken down and abused under the guise of a search for Grey Wardens; a perfect example of Human Corruption at its finest. By the end of the day, there was sure to be a pile of corpses as high as the Chantry roof, if they were let to their own devices. However, if Sage intervened now… The thought turned through his head as he walked past a young woman who was giving a small elven family what little gold she had. It was almost heartwarming to see such generosity in such a chaotic time. He was almost tempted to stop the woman and compensate her for what she had done, when he noticed a faint glow about her. It was the same glow he had seen in a few of the men at Ostagar, the aura of a mage. Yet, hers was more refined, showing more control than a circle mage. Was she, possibly an apostate? That only intensified his desire to speak with her, and perhaps take her aside before the oncoming Templars could pick up on her, but then his thoughts were interrupted by an elven mage, one of the order no doubt, who seemed to appear out of nowhere to strike up a conversation with the young woman about something concerning the Dalish. His aura was much less refined than hers, the magic almost pouring out of him, obviously upsetting those who walked past him. He would only draw attention to the woman.
Sage stepped in closer, his visible hand lightly resting upon the hilt of his red sword, Genesis, and cleared his throat, loud enough to draw the attention of the woman, and possibly the other mage. “Hello there, I saw your act of generosity, and I must say I was touched by your willingness to give what little you had to those refugees. In fact, I felt so compelled to compensate you for your good deed.” He said, laying on the “divine” act as thickly as he could as he pulled a small, brown leather bag from under his cloak and offered it to her. The Blood Raven symbol was pinned to the front of the pouch, the images of the people around them, including the templars and soldiers getting ever so closer, reflecting off the metal surface. He simply stood there and smiled kindly under his hood, loosening his sword from its sheathe quietly.
Sage readjusted his sword belt and slid a knife into his boot, settling his leather pants leg over the handle of the weapon. Then he pulled his hood over his head and was gone, leaving Cye and Ryuu alone in the forest. Cye let loose an audible sigh as he kneeled and picked up Sage’s pack, pulling out the rods that kept the tent upright as he rose. “Blood is to be spilled, then.” He said, his voice clearly showing the exhaustion he felt. “I suppose after Ostagar he has been a bit restless to punish the Teyrn for his betrayal, but here he may do more harm than good.” Cye pulled up the tent and folded it quickly, his hands a blur, before stuffing it into the pack before moving onto his own belongings. He looked back at Ryuu, his silver eyes almost completely devoid of emotion and spoke. “You may go into town as well, if you wish. There may be people of… interest to you there. I’ll join you shortly, I’m sure.” He said before focusing entirely on the task at hand.
A smirk found its way onto Sage’s face as he wandered into the village, his face hidden almost entirely by the shadow of the hood. The chaos here was amusing. Soldiers of the people, choking all of them with the iron fist of oppression. Children, Women, the Elderly, all being shaken down and abused under the guise of a search for Grey Wardens; a perfect example of Human Corruption at its finest. By the end of the day, there was sure to be a pile of corpses as high as the Chantry roof, if they were let to their own devices. However, if Sage intervened now… The thought turned through his head as he walked past a young woman who was giving a small elven family what little gold she had. It was almost heartwarming to see such generosity in such a chaotic time. He was almost tempted to stop the woman and compensate her for what she had done, when he noticed a faint glow about her. It was the same glow he had seen in a few of the men at Ostagar, the aura of a mage. Yet, hers was more refined, showing more control than a circle mage. Was she, possibly an apostate? That only intensified his desire to speak with her, and perhaps take her aside before the oncoming Templars could pick up on her, but then his thoughts were interrupted by an elven mage, one of the order no doubt, who seemed to appear out of nowhere to strike up a conversation with the young woman about something concerning the Dalish. His aura was much less refined than hers, the magic almost pouring out of him, obviously upsetting those who walked past him. He would only draw attention to the woman.
Sage stepped in closer, his visible hand lightly resting upon the hilt of his red sword, Genesis, and cleared his throat, loud enough to draw the attention of the woman, and possibly the other mage. “Hello there, I saw your act of generosity, and I must say I was touched by your willingness to give what little you had to those refugees. In fact, I felt so compelled to compensate you for your good deed.” He said, laying on the “divine” act as thickly as he could as he pulled a small, brown leather bag from under his cloak and offered it to her. The Blood Raven symbol was pinned to the front of the pouch, the images of the people around them, including the templars and soldiers getting ever so closer, reflecting off the metal surface. He simply stood there and smiled kindly under his hood, loosening his sword from its sheathe quietly.
OOC Notes
EDITED -- SORRY SAGE
((Ah! Sage, I didn't notice your post at first. I'll be editing this to compensate. I've been on a phone typing these replies up, as my computer is being borrowed. I apologize! >.<;;))
She smiled grimly, the word "shemlen" held many negative connotations - outsider, one who doesn't belong. Though she knew he did not mean it as harshly, the word was still painful.
"You could say that. They accepted me as they would one of the lost. They found me when I was very young and raised me." She nodded, memories of a better time remembered as she spoke.
When he addressed their share "condition", Nailah smiled. "And I thank you for that, falon."
She noticed the watchful eyes of a particular Templar, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword, and filed it away to be brought up at a safer time.
"I don't recall seeing others dressed as you, no. Though, I have only been here for a short time. Perhaps I could assist you in looking for them? And I do not require a reward. Though I am human, I consider myself of the Dalish first. Anything I know, I would share freely with you." She smiled briefly, but his next question caught her off guard.
"And tell me of this shemlen Loghain."
She furrowed her brow a moment, with a finger to her lips. "What I know of him, I have heard from others. He was the Teryn with King Cailan at Ostagar when the Darkspawn attacked. Word around town is that Loghain has made the Grey Wardens outlaws, claiming that they betrayed the King at Ostagar. They say Loghain was lucky to have escaped." She gestured to the town, still filled with grieving families. "He has been... recruiting more men into the army."
She waved her hand through the air in a dismissing fashion. "I'm not sure I really believe him..."
It was then that Nailah had her attention brought to a young man standing not too far away. He had spoken to her, pulling out a small bag, probably containing gold. He had a bright smile and seemed sincere enough, but naturally distrustful of those outside of her tribe, Nailah was wary. She smiled slightly, observing the man.
"Thank you, for your generosity, sir. But charity is not charity if one is repaid." Her smile turned into a half smile. Something made her uncomfortable...
Drawing her power from the Fade gave Nailah a slew of unique qualities. One thing she was learning to do was to feel out others auras. She wasnt good at it, horrible in fact, but something reached out to her from this man. It was neither good nor bad, it just made her feel like she was being watched.
((Ah! Sage, I didn't notice your post at first. I'll be editing this to compensate. I've been on a phone typing these replies up, as my computer is being borrowed. I apologize! >.<;;))
She smiled grimly, the word "shemlen" held many negative connotations - outsider, one who doesn't belong. Though she knew he did not mean it as harshly, the word was still painful.
"You could say that. They accepted me as they would one of the lost. They found me when I was very young and raised me." She nodded, memories of a better time remembered as she spoke.
When he addressed their share "condition", Nailah smiled. "And I thank you for that, falon."
She noticed the watchful eyes of a particular Templar, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword, and filed it away to be brought up at a safer time.
"I don't recall seeing others dressed as you, no. Though, I have only been here for a short time. Perhaps I could assist you in looking for them? And I do not require a reward. Though I am human, I consider myself of the Dalish first. Anything I know, I would share freely with you." She smiled briefly, but his next question caught her off guard.
"And tell me of this shemlen Loghain."
She furrowed her brow a moment, with a finger to her lips. "What I know of him, I have heard from others. He was the Teryn with King Cailan at Ostagar when the Darkspawn attacked. Word around town is that Loghain has made the Grey Wardens outlaws, claiming that they betrayed the King at Ostagar. They say Loghain was lucky to have escaped." She gestured to the town, still filled with grieving families. "He has been... recruiting more men into the army."
She waved her hand through the air in a dismissing fashion. "I'm not sure I really believe him..."
It was then that Nailah had her attention brought to a young man standing not too far away. He had spoken to her, pulling out a small bag, probably containing gold. He had a bright smile and seemed sincere enough, but naturally distrustful of those outside of her tribe, Nailah was wary. She smiled slightly, observing the man.
"Thank you, for your generosity, sir. But charity is not charity if one is repaid." Her smile turned into a half smile. Something made her uncomfortable...
Drawing her power from the Fade gave Nailah a slew of unique qualities. One thing she was learning to do was to feel out others auras. She wasnt good at it, horrible in fact, but something reached out to her from this man. It was neither good nor bad, it just made her feel like she was being watched.
OOC Notes
Vin stood confused among the mass chaos surrounding her. She watched as soldiers of her own kill helpless townsfolk. Vin hadn't been informed at what was going to happen, only that they were going to Lothering and they were to be searching for people called Grey Wardens, something Vin didn't know much about. She was a low ranking soldier and was lucky to be brought on the mission but she wouldn't beat a helpless town folk, in fact, she had been one to knock a few soldiers on her own side.
"Vin, what in the fuck are you doing?" She heard and whipped her head around, looking as Kelsier ran towards her; a man in one of the higher ranking who was looking quite furious.
"What am I doing? What are you doing? You’re killing people who don't deserve to die!" She said, flustered with anger. Her eyes watched as he pulled his sword out of his sheath and Vin did the same, keeping her eyes trained on his weapon. She cringed internally as he started to crack his knuckles and his eyes turned into angry, little slits.
"We're doing what we were ordered to do. Now, seeing as you can't follow orders, which I was certain you would be able to do and was why I invited you on the mission, I'll have to take care of you before you manage to hurt any other of my soldiers," He said. He lunged at her, the tip of his sword coming way to close to her neck and she managed to jump back. He was the type of man who fought with brute strength and anger and didn't plan much of his moves. It was in fact the only advantage Vin would have over him, the man being a mountain of muscles with larger weaponry than she had.
"Come on now Kelsier, we can't just hurt people like that," She told him with a smirk on her face as he lunged once more, the tip of his sword tearing at the flesh of her forearm, creating a small line of red. Vin frowned and jumped back, kicking her foot up to his hand that he caught with his free hand and pushed her to the ground. She smiled and rolled back up and threw her dagger into the hand holding his sword as he dropped the sword from pain.
"Go to hell!" He screamed as his foot collided with her chest and she fell to the ground with a small 'ouf' coming out of her mouth. She frowned and got up but his boot came down over her chest. "Learn to respect your generals, see, when you don't, bad things like this happen." He told her as he tore her dagger out of his wrist as he leaned down and pointed it at her.
"I know, I need to be taught my respect. But then again, you need to be taught how to pay attention she told him with a small smile and hit him in the back of his head with her free arm. She watched as he became disoriented and that was all she needed. She pushed his weight off of her as she stood up and kicked him in the head and watched him pass out. She took her other dagger from his hands and walked away, trying to get away from the scene she had caused. She ripped the bottom of her shirt and tied it around her forearm, creating some makeshift bandaging. She frowned, once he gained consciousness, she was in trouble.
"Vin, what in the fuck are you doing?" She heard and whipped her head around, looking as Kelsier ran towards her; a man in one of the higher ranking who was looking quite furious.
"What am I doing? What are you doing? You’re killing people who don't deserve to die!" She said, flustered with anger. Her eyes watched as he pulled his sword out of his sheath and Vin did the same, keeping her eyes trained on his weapon. She cringed internally as he started to crack his knuckles and his eyes turned into angry, little slits.
"We're doing what we were ordered to do. Now, seeing as you can't follow orders, which I was certain you would be able to do and was why I invited you on the mission, I'll have to take care of you before you manage to hurt any other of my soldiers," He said. He lunged at her, the tip of his sword coming way to close to her neck and she managed to jump back. He was the type of man who fought with brute strength and anger and didn't plan much of his moves. It was in fact the only advantage Vin would have over him, the man being a mountain of muscles with larger weaponry than she had.
"Come on now Kelsier, we can't just hurt people like that," She told him with a smirk on her face as he lunged once more, the tip of his sword tearing at the flesh of her forearm, creating a small line of red. Vin frowned and jumped back, kicking her foot up to his hand that he caught with his free hand and pushed her to the ground. She smiled and rolled back up and threw her dagger into the hand holding his sword as he dropped the sword from pain.
"Go to hell!" He screamed as his foot collided with her chest and she fell to the ground with a small 'ouf' coming out of her mouth. She frowned and got up but his boot came down over her chest. "Learn to respect your generals, see, when you don't, bad things like this happen." He told her as he tore her dagger out of his wrist as he leaned down and pointed it at her.
"I know, I need to be taught my respect. But then again, you need to be taught how to pay attention she told him with a small smile and hit him in the back of his head with her free arm. She watched as he became disoriented and that was all she needed. She pushed his weight off of her as she stood up and kicked him in the head and watched him pass out. She took her other dagger from his hands and walked away, trying to get away from the scene she had caused. She ripped the bottom of her shirt and tied it around her forearm, creating some makeshift bandaging. She frowned, once he gained consciousness, she was in trouble.
OOC Notes
"i am thankful for your offer but being with me wont be that good for you" his eyes darted to the templars for an instant before being focused back on her "and you do need a reward i think. for now i will give you some information i have gathered. im nto sure if your keeper goes to the Arlathvhen but if not you will be pleased to know we have reclaimed our lost art. as for this loghain. i think he is an idiot myself. anyone who thinks the grey wardens turned on the king has been hit too many times. i mean why would an order that has for centuries sworn to battle the darkspawn suddenly decide -now- to turn against the king?" he said with a neutral voice he then turned to sage and raised a brow to him with a slight frown and watched him warily while the man had his hand on the seath of his sword. and watched the transaction with wary and watchful eyes. the templars seeming to watch the man a little but not nearly as much as they watched Beldur. He looked to the templars and then away. they seemed furious but one of them walked off to help other people "but i would be glad to stay in your company for the time im here if you do not mind me ofcourse. and i am sorry for the shemlen comment before. i saw it offended you and well you are in a way but i will call you Lethallin... or by your name if i may be so bold to ask?"
OOC Notes
A mental sigh passed through Sage’s mind as the apostate refused the gold and a group of three soldiers neared, drawn by the obvious anger the templar had towards the small group. Their attention was solely on the young mage and the beautiful young apostate speaking to him. Since the platoons had reached their quota, Sage was nothing more than a passerby to them, nothing of interest. As they neared the two mages, a sigh escaped Sage’s lips as he realized both of them, especially the woman, would be ignorant to the immediate danger.
So, it would be best to interfere, and possibly get a bit of revenge. Sage tossed back his hood, letting his hair fall back to the sides of his face and turned to the group of soldiers, who immediately stopped as Sage stepped in their way. “Let’s play a game.” Sage said, loud enough for those around him to hear, “If you can guess my face, you get a prize.” Sage gave the men a fanged smile as one of them hurriedly dug into his pockets and extracted a piece of parchment from it. “Look ‘ere!” He exclaimed, the lack of intellect showing clearly in his speech, “He’s one o’ ‘dem Grey Wardens, he is!” Sage’s smile widened as the man yelled his unintelligent answer. “Oh, right you are.” He said, the smile twisting upwards into an evil grin. “Now, here’s your reward.” In a flash of movement, Sage closed the distance between them, ripping his sword from its scabbard, and swung the weapon horizontally through the man who’d “won” his game in two.
The other two stepped back and tried to unsheathe their swords, sneers on their face, them apparently being unaffected by the death of their friend. “You just made our job a lot easier, you did.” The one dressed like a captain said as the innocents around them cleared the area and more soldiers joined the fray. Sage shrugged, his twisted grin still on his face, “I do my best to help those in need.” He said before shrugging his cloak to the side, grasping the hilt of his other sword as he continued to speak. “Now, let me make it even easier for you. Leave this village and take to Teyrn Loghain a little message for me. I’m coming for him.”
So, it would be best to interfere, and possibly get a bit of revenge. Sage tossed back his hood, letting his hair fall back to the sides of his face and turned to the group of soldiers, who immediately stopped as Sage stepped in their way. “Let’s play a game.” Sage said, loud enough for those around him to hear, “If you can guess my face, you get a prize.” Sage gave the men a fanged smile as one of them hurriedly dug into his pockets and extracted a piece of parchment from it. “Look ‘ere!” He exclaimed, the lack of intellect showing clearly in his speech, “He’s one o’ ‘dem Grey Wardens, he is!” Sage’s smile widened as the man yelled his unintelligent answer. “Oh, right you are.” He said, the smile twisting upwards into an evil grin. “Now, here’s your reward.” In a flash of movement, Sage closed the distance between them, ripping his sword from its scabbard, and swung the weapon horizontally through the man who’d “won” his game in two.
The other two stepped back and tried to unsheathe their swords, sneers on their face, them apparently being unaffected by the death of their friend. “You just made our job a lot easier, you did.” The one dressed like a captain said as the innocents around them cleared the area and more soldiers joined the fray. Sage shrugged, his twisted grin still on his face, “I do my best to help those in need.” He said before shrugging his cloak to the side, grasping the hilt of his other sword as he continued to speak. “Now, let me make it even easier for you. Leave this village and take to Teyrn Loghain a little message for me. I’m coming for him.”
OOC Notes
The sound of men's voices drew Kes to the outskirts of a small clearing. She had returned to town briefly for her belongs along with supplies for the family; who she had sent on their way. She was sure they would be fine. The would come across a village that could be safe for them. She had all the confidence in them. As for her... She would just continue on her way... alone as always... until she found something better, that is.
She crouched in the bushes as she watched the men's exchange. She was too far away to discern what they were saying, so she didn't really bother. She slowly slipped her pack from her shoulders as silently as she could and drew her weapons. Whoever they were they looked as if they could hold themselves in a fight... something she wasn't sure she'd like to know... at least not with her being out numbered...
She continued to watch as a man departed leaving only two to begin packing up camp... She took a deep breath... the odds weren't in her favor but she was willing to gamble. She stepped out of her hiding place swiftly rising her swords. "You there! Name yourselves! Are you part of Loghain's pillages or just a pathetic group of bandit come to wallow in the riches left behind?!" She demanded. To her surprise her voice was steady; not revealing the anxiousness behind it. She tensed ready for whatever came next.
She crouched in the bushes as she watched the men's exchange. She was too far away to discern what they were saying, so she didn't really bother. She slowly slipped her pack from her shoulders as silently as she could and drew her weapons. Whoever they were they looked as if they could hold themselves in a fight... something she wasn't sure she'd like to know... at least not with her being out numbered...
She continued to watch as a man departed leaving only two to begin packing up camp... She took a deep breath... the odds weren't in her favor but she was willing to gamble. She stepped out of her hiding place swiftly rising her swords. "You there! Name yourselves! Are you part of Loghain's pillages or just a pathetic group of bandit come to wallow in the riches left behind?!" She demanded. To her surprise her voice was steady; not revealing the anxiousness behind it. She tensed ready for whatever came next.
OOC Notes
Nailah watched the man as he put the gold away. Meanwhile, the Dalish mage had been speaking his opinion of Loghain's character. Nailah had been torn between the two. She owed this mage her audience, yet this man offering her gold enticed her curiosity. He looked amused, by what she did not yet know. The elf asked for her name and Nailah breathed in to reply, when everything started to happen at once. The man had moved, in between approaching Templars and the two Dalish. Her attention was immediately captured as he drew his hood back, though she could only see his hair. The soldiers seemed interested, however, in what he revealed.
"Look 'ere! He's one o' 'dem Grey Wardens, he is!" The guards shout brought her out of her stupor. She shook her head slightly as she turned to face the dangers head on. Obviously, no where was quite safe for anyone. She had pulled her staff off of her back, holding it out in front of her. It glowed slightly, as she allowed the feel of magic to pulse through her veins. She kept it under control, not yet wanting to appear completely hostile. However, when the Grey Warden proceeded to cut a man in two, she figured that the level of her hostility would hardly matter. Thus, she released full control to the magic that ran through her entire being. She gained a visible purple/blue aura, reflecting the colors of the Fade.
The black haired man had begun to speak to the remaining soldiers, though their numbers grew slightly. If his threat worked, she would have to assume that her release of power was for nothing -- disappointing for the fact that it took so much energy to erect and maintain. Though, she braced for the worst, allowing her power to remain as strong as she could force it.
"Look 'ere! He's one o' 'dem Grey Wardens, he is!" The guards shout brought her out of her stupor. She shook her head slightly as she turned to face the dangers head on. Obviously, no where was quite safe for anyone. She had pulled her staff off of her back, holding it out in front of her. It glowed slightly, as she allowed the feel of magic to pulse through her veins. She kept it under control, not yet wanting to appear completely hostile. However, when the Grey Warden proceeded to cut a man in two, she figured that the level of her hostility would hardly matter. Thus, she released full control to the magic that ran through her entire being. She gained a visible purple/blue aura, reflecting the colors of the Fade.
The black haired man had begun to speak to the remaining soldiers, though their numbers grew slightly. If his threat worked, she would have to assume that her release of power was for nothing -- disappointing for the fact that it took so much energy to erect and maintain. Though, she braced for the worst, allowing her power to remain as strong as she could force it.
OOC Notes
Ryuu was about to leave, when a woman popped out of the bushes causing Ryuu to laugh heavily. "We're neither, and you'd do well to lower your sword or...well you'll be very, very dead.." He said crossing his arms over his chest. They were warden's and one woman wouldn't be able to handle Cye and himself both, it would be a clear and easy victory. "Why don't you leave Shem, before things get difficult, we're here for our reasons and we've no intention of sharing them with a hostile stranger." His words held worth, and though he wasn't sure if she'd take the hint he drew his bow as well notching an arrow ready to be released the moment the woman took a step towards them.
He wasn't going to go easy on her. He looked to Cye for conformation on how he handled the situation, hoping he didn't over step his bounds; he'd rather avoid a lengthy lecture from the surrogate father of their small band. He then swiftly returned his attention to the woman, knowing he had to keep an eye on her, and wait for her to reply and either choose to attack, or settle down and speak civilly.
He wasn't going to go easy on her. He looked to Cye for conformation on how he handled the situation, hoping he didn't over step his bounds; he'd rather avoid a lengthy lecture from the surrogate father of their small band. He then swiftly returned his attention to the woman, knowing he had to keep an eye on her, and wait for her to reply and either choose to attack, or settle down and speak civilly.
OOC Notes
Vin had finally made her way to a place where there was no one and had tried to relax, though of course it didn't last long. She soon heard a noise that made her jump; it was Kelsier's voice. Her eyes grew wide as thoughts of him coming with others to kill the betraying girl who had had the guts to beat him. She jumped up to her feet and froze, looking for signs of danger and relaxed when she saw one. Though not far away she could see a circle form of citizens and soldiers alike. She groaned and jogged over to the circle, making her way to the front.
It shocked her what was inside. It was Kelsier and Aaron with Chris dead on the floor. She didn't feel particularly bad about in, in fact she was quite apathetic on the subject. All three of them liked to go on power trips and she loathed them. Though it was those two standing across from a man she recognized from a picture somewhere though she wasn't quite certain where and two others she hadn't seen before.
"Eh, Kelsier, you got up quickly for a man who so easily passed out," She yelled out to them man. He looked scared but she wasn't sure it was her who scared him. She had heard the man tell Kelsier to carry a message onto Teyrn Loghain.
"Vin, you're quite bold for a bitch who so easily betrayed us," Aaron replied, obviously have heard the story. Vin just smirked at him and pulled her daggers out, making them dance around on her fingers. She watched him draw his sword partial way and then stop, his eyes darting over to the guy she thought had been familiar.
Who was this guy if he was managing to scare both Kelsier and Aaron, the most arrogant men ever?
It shocked her what was inside. It was Kelsier and Aaron with Chris dead on the floor. She didn't feel particularly bad about in, in fact she was quite apathetic on the subject. All three of them liked to go on power trips and she loathed them. Though it was those two standing across from a man she recognized from a picture somewhere though she wasn't quite certain where and two others she hadn't seen before.
"Eh, Kelsier, you got up quickly for a man who so easily passed out," She yelled out to them man. He looked scared but she wasn't sure it was her who scared him. She had heard the man tell Kelsier to carry a message onto Teyrn Loghain.
"Vin, you're quite bold for a bitch who so easily betrayed us," Aaron replied, obviously have heard the story. Vin just smirked at him and pulled her daggers out, making them dance around on her fingers. She watched him draw his sword partial way and then stop, his eyes darting over to the guy she thought had been familiar.
Who was this guy if he was managing to scare both Kelsier and Aaron, the most arrogant men ever?
OOC Notes
Cye sighed as a woman popped into view, demanding them to tell her who they were and why they were there. Fereldans.. They were always the same. Always demanding, never politely asking. It almost made him wish they were back in Orlais… Cye got up after he finished folding Ryuu tent and grasped the hilt of the knife at his side. He slipped his finger through the ringed guard and spun it around as he faced the intruder that Ryuu was already addressing, throwing a threat at the woman and drawing his bow. Cye stepped forward, stepping between Ryuu and the woman before speaking. “We are not thieves. I was a soldier under King Cailan, and my friend here is a Grey Warden. We were camping here before heading north.” His tone was soft, yet serious and his silver eyes were unwavering. If the woman still attacked, he would kill her without hesitation.
Sage allowed himself to be distracted for s second by the appearance of another soldier, this one being a woman who apparently had something against her commanding officer. People were gathering around now, probably to watch the heroic soldiers who had been killing several of them earlier kill the evil Grey Warden who had just viciously murdered a man. More and more soldiers gathered, all drawing their swords and sneering, their black and yellow teeth gritting behind their fake grins of confidence as they looked Sage over, waiting for the man known as Kelsier to order them to attack. Sage drew his other sword, a pitch black weapon that seemed to devour the light around it. At the sight of the weapon, the soldiers backed off a bit, but their commander took a step forward, raising his sword menacingly. Sage could see the man’s thoughts clearly in his eyes; if he backed down, he’d never live it down. He’d be branded as a coward and all the work he’d done to get where he is today would have been pointless. The man was feeding his own confidence, telling himself that there was no way they could lose with Sage so heavily outnumbered. This would be over in seconds. The man attacked.
The soldiers charged at Sage, following their leader who had clearly decided to reject Sage’s generous offer. Their confidence grew with every step forward, as Sage didn’t move. He seemed to be waiting, or perhaps he was too scared to move. Yes, that was it. They were going to win. In a flash of movement, their hopes were crushed as Sage closed the distance, whipping both swords around, taking off the heads of the commanding officer and the soldier closest to him. Sage heard an audible gasp or two from the crowd, or perhaps the soldiers, as the men fell, but Sage was not done yet. He was going to show them how mistaken they were. Sage brought his red sword, Genesis around in an arc, a trail of red flames following the tip of the blade, upon the second wave of attackers. The soldiers tried to block the attack, but the crimson blade carved through their swords like paper. The remnants of the blades melted into the handle as Sage brought around his other sword, beheading the four of them. The last five or so were backing away now, but Sage wasn’t about to allow them to escape. He dropped Genesis and raised his hand before him, palm facing the soldiers. A smirk played onto his face again as black flames shot from his hand and engulfed the man, ushering several gasps and a few screams from the crowd as the men fell dead, the hellfire incinerating their bodies in seconds. Sage pulled Genesis from the ground and sheathed both of his blades, waiting now for the crowd to dissipate or for a suitable reaction.
Sage allowed himself to be distracted for s second by the appearance of another soldier, this one being a woman who apparently had something against her commanding officer. People were gathering around now, probably to watch the heroic soldiers who had been killing several of them earlier kill the evil Grey Warden who had just viciously murdered a man. More and more soldiers gathered, all drawing their swords and sneering, their black and yellow teeth gritting behind their fake grins of confidence as they looked Sage over, waiting for the man known as Kelsier to order them to attack. Sage drew his other sword, a pitch black weapon that seemed to devour the light around it. At the sight of the weapon, the soldiers backed off a bit, but their commander took a step forward, raising his sword menacingly. Sage could see the man’s thoughts clearly in his eyes; if he backed down, he’d never live it down. He’d be branded as a coward and all the work he’d done to get where he is today would have been pointless. The man was feeding his own confidence, telling himself that there was no way they could lose with Sage so heavily outnumbered. This would be over in seconds. The man attacked.
The soldiers charged at Sage, following their leader who had clearly decided to reject Sage’s generous offer. Their confidence grew with every step forward, as Sage didn’t move. He seemed to be waiting, or perhaps he was too scared to move. Yes, that was it. They were going to win. In a flash of movement, their hopes were crushed as Sage closed the distance, whipping both swords around, taking off the heads of the commanding officer and the soldier closest to him. Sage heard an audible gasp or two from the crowd, or perhaps the soldiers, as the men fell, but Sage was not done yet. He was going to show them how mistaken they were. Sage brought his red sword, Genesis around in an arc, a trail of red flames following the tip of the blade, upon the second wave of attackers. The soldiers tried to block the attack, but the crimson blade carved through their swords like paper. The remnants of the blades melted into the handle as Sage brought around his other sword, beheading the four of them. The last five or so were backing away now, but Sage wasn’t about to allow them to escape. He dropped Genesis and raised his hand before him, palm facing the soldiers. A smirk played onto his face again as black flames shot from his hand and engulfed the man, ushering several gasps and a few screams from the crowd as the men fell dead, the hellfire incinerating their bodies in seconds. Sage pulled Genesis from the ground and sheathed both of his blades, waiting now for the crowd to dissipate or for a suitable reaction.
OOC Notes
Kes softened a bit inside as the words Grey Warden was spoken. She refused to allow the betrayal of her emotions show in her expression. She stood her ground if the string on that bow even twitched she was prepared to attack. Grey Wardens here? It was very plausible, especially now a days. As for the man between them; she wasn't sure to believe... A soldier of the king... but why did he not fight with Loghain? She contemplated her possibilities.
She could attack. The outcome was more than likely bad. If these men where who they claimed to be, she would not survive. A chance she was not willing to steak her life on. She could lower her weapons... Not a good idea either... It would leave her open for attacks... She was not that naive... She could stand her ground... though she couldn't she that ending well... the stand off could last for hours... she sighed.
"I have no proof you are who you say. I also have no proof you aren't. The Grey Wardens are supposed criminals; convicted of the king's death. I don't know what happened, and to be honest it's not my place to judge. If the Grey Wardens are responsible... then there is nothing I can do about it; If they are not then it is indeed good news. I do not wish to fight with you; if by chance you are who you are then I know I will not win. The city is filled with Loghian's soldiers and they are destroying innocent people's lives I can not stand by and let more soldiers into the city if I can help it... Much to my better judgement I will believe you... on a few conditions I will willing lower my weapons... If you are apart of the Grey Wardens I wish to join you... not as a Warden but companion... I am a skilled fighter... and I REFUSE to be forced under Loghian! The darkspawn need to be stopped and if I am able to be apart of the force to accomplish this I will do everything in my power to do so!"
She stared at the men; watching for any reactions to her words... She wasn't sure what she was doing. These men could just be feeding her lies; which was the most likely. But if they were the Grey Wardens she would not pass up this chance. Even if they were responsible for the king's death; she didn't care. This was her chance to save lives... to give meaning to her own.
She could attack. The outcome was more than likely bad. If these men where who they claimed to be, she would not survive. A chance she was not willing to steak her life on. She could lower her weapons... Not a good idea either... It would leave her open for attacks... She was not that naive... She could stand her ground... though she couldn't she that ending well... the stand off could last for hours... she sighed.
"I have no proof you are who you say. I also have no proof you aren't. The Grey Wardens are supposed criminals; convicted of the king's death. I don't know what happened, and to be honest it's not my place to judge. If the Grey Wardens are responsible... then there is nothing I can do about it; If they are not then it is indeed good news. I do not wish to fight with you; if by chance you are who you are then I know I will not win. The city is filled with Loghian's soldiers and they are destroying innocent people's lives I can not stand by and let more soldiers into the city if I can help it... Much to my better judgement I will believe you... on a few conditions I will willing lower my weapons... If you are apart of the Grey Wardens I wish to join you... not as a Warden but companion... I am a skilled fighter... and I REFUSE to be forced under Loghian! The darkspawn need to be stopped and if I am able to be apart of the force to accomplish this I will do everything in my power to do so!"
She stared at the men; watching for any reactions to her words... She wasn't sure what she was doing. These men could just be feeding her lies; which was the most likely. But if they were the Grey Wardens she would not pass up this chance. Even if they were responsible for the king's death; she didn't care. This was her chance to save lives... to give meaning to her own.
OOC Notes
Ryuu looked to Cye and laughed heavily. This woman thought she would be a match, and thought they were lying. What reason would they have to lie, his black hair blew alittle in the small breeze showing his pointed ears off to the general area as he fired an arrow over Cye's shoulder letting it stick a few inches from her left foot. "Your not in a position to make demands, and if we were lying we'd have done killed you anyways.." He said and then strung his bow to his back feeling that he had proven a point, one arrow loose and stuck in the ground at her feet.
He crossed his arms over his chest and then with a smile patted Cye on the shoulder. "Hey your closer to Sage then I am, you can make the decision of letting her join our motley crew or not, while I go off into town and inspect the situation.." He turned grabbing his cloak and throwing it over his own shoulders, though before he lifted the hood he looked to Cye. "And don't worry dad, I'll not be like brother Sage and kill men when it's not necessary." He chuckled at his words and was off into the village and on his way to the Chantry, a pleasant place for information. Though he caused in the current situation he doubt it'd be as pleasant as he could hope. He made it to the chantry quite quickly slipping in; hopefully unnoticed as he sighed with relief and lowered his hood, and the first words he heard were the darkspawn. He groaned with audible anguish as he looked to where the words originated and held his breath. A giant of a man stood there and, he himself felt like a dwarf in comparison, nevertheless he walked over with his most charming smile and looked up at the Qunari. "Hello there, why do you seek information about the darkspawn, if i can be so bold to ask?" His smile stayed plastered on his face, trying to look as friendly as possible, though it had to be suspicious to see an abnormally tall elf in full leather armor and bow on his back along with a sword and dagger.
He crossed his arms over his chest and then with a smile patted Cye on the shoulder. "Hey your closer to Sage then I am, you can make the decision of letting her join our motley crew or not, while I go off into town and inspect the situation.." He turned grabbing his cloak and throwing it over his own shoulders, though before he lifted the hood he looked to Cye. "And don't worry dad, I'll not be like brother Sage and kill men when it's not necessary." He chuckled at his words and was off into the village and on his way to the Chantry, a pleasant place for information. Though he caused in the current situation he doubt it'd be as pleasant as he could hope. He made it to the chantry quite quickly slipping in; hopefully unnoticed as he sighed with relief and lowered his hood, and the first words he heard were the darkspawn. He groaned with audible anguish as he looked to where the words originated and held his breath. A giant of a man stood there and, he himself felt like a dwarf in comparison, nevertheless he walked over with his most charming smile and looked up at the Qunari. "Hello there, why do you seek information about the darkspawn, if i can be so bold to ask?" His smile stayed plastered on his face, trying to look as friendly as possible, though it had to be suspicious to see an abnormally tall elf in full leather armor and bow on his back along with a sword and dagger.
OOC Notes
"The Darkspawn." he parrots in his smooth but monotone voice, eyes bereft of the light. He knows a great deal not only as a mage but a scholar. Before his rite he studied so very carefully and has retained this knowledge. "Vary in size and oft color but never savagery. There are ranks among them. The Alphas lead any pack in their hunt and they have their own soldiers, mages and rogues." his voice does not prattle on as an eccentric teacher but flows eerily with the steady lull of a well read book.
"They come forth from the Blight. This happens down in the Deep Roads and has recently happened here in Ferelden--"
"Hello there, why do you seek information about the darkspawn, if I can be so bold to ask?"
Interrupted the Tranquil knows his place and ceases talking. He continues to stare up at the Qunari...well. More or less up in the direction of the Qunari's face, not at him having lost focus and not really realizing any longer that he was explaining Darkspawn to him. For that is what the goliath sought, was it not?
Elion continues to stare mindlessly with his head tilted upwards, oblivious to the shockingly tall elf now imposing upon the Qunari. Better yet something within him reminds him that while he is out and about he might as well do some benign chore. Such as grocery shopping. Yes. He has a list. Elion drops his chin, patting himself down as he tugs out his list. Ah perfect...but oh. Look, there are people in front of him. "Oh. Pardon me." it's as though the conversation was never induced nor nearly carried.
The emerald clad elf slowly walks away from the Qunari and the tall Dalish towards the meager market and few stalls remaining. He cares not for the obscene prices for he has gold and he must spend it in order to survive. Elion pauses as a scuffle seemed to have taken place, carefully treading around it widely he simply carries on with single minded determination and a listless demeanor.
"They come forth from the Blight. This happens down in the Deep Roads and has recently happened here in Ferelden--"
"Hello there, why do you seek information about the darkspawn, if I can be so bold to ask?"
Interrupted the Tranquil knows his place and ceases talking. He continues to stare up at the Qunari...well. More or less up in the direction of the Qunari's face, not at him having lost focus and not really realizing any longer that he was explaining Darkspawn to him. For that is what the goliath sought, was it not?
Elion continues to stare mindlessly with his head tilted upwards, oblivious to the shockingly tall elf now imposing upon the Qunari. Better yet something within him reminds him that while he is out and about he might as well do some benign chore. Such as grocery shopping. Yes. He has a list. Elion drops his chin, patting himself down as he tugs out his list. Ah perfect...but oh. Look, there are people in front of him. "Oh. Pardon me." it's as though the conversation was never induced nor nearly carried.
The emerald clad elf slowly walks away from the Qunari and the tall Dalish towards the meager market and few stalls remaining. He cares not for the obscene prices for he has gold and he must spend it in order to survive. Elion pauses as a scuffle seemed to have taken place, carefully treading around it widely he simply carries on with single minded determination and a listless demeanor.
OOC Notes
Beldur watched the grey warden with intrest raising a brow as the fight started. this man seemed foolish. but he was a good fighter while the fight continued he mere drew his staff slowly and silently so no one would pay attention to him and continue to watch. he felt there was no need for this violence the templars had run off by now which was a thing to be thankful for. meant they wernt watching this girl next to him. when the fight was over he looked at the bloody remains and shook his head slightly "always fighting" was all he said, weither it meant for humans in general or the grey warden he did not say but he watched the crowd. seeing no mages he sighed. this was going to be another boring 3 days in this town. well not entirely boring if somehting like this happens everyday. not that he wanted this to happen everyday. went over and kneeled before the dropped sword and examined it. then shurgeed and got up again "you fight well grey warden. though i thought killingt them all uneeded. but you scared the templars off so thank you"
OOC Notes
Cye swung his knife in the air twice around his finger before dropping it into its sheathe on the side of his leg. He smiled kindly to the woman, but his eyes and stance continued to issue an absolute threat; “If you do anything, you will die.” He thought over her request slowly, thinking mostly about how they could lighten their work load this way, and about how useful this woman could truly be. In Orlais, the women were gentle and frail, completely uninterested in fighting in a war. Only those few that became bards or chevaliers really fought in the wars, but it was not entirely common for a woman such as this to even be seen among them. Perhaps the Ferelden people held some promise after all? “Fine,” Cye said, his smile unwavering as he came to a conclusion, “You may travel with us and fight by our side, and you may leave at any time. We hold you to no oath of fealty, and you are under no obligations. Just remember that this was your choice, not one forced it onto you, when the day comes that you regret it.”
Sage glanced back at the elven mage who’d finally decided to speak after half a platoon worth of men had been killed. His eyes glowed with a deep, crimson light as he looked back down at the corpses. The crowd was starting to dissipate now, the people afraid that they would be next if they stuck around. Even the templars cleared away, despite the fact that Sage was obviously a powerful magic user not under the circle’s control. None of them wished to test his blades. “Cowardly humans…” Sage said under his breath as he stared down at the blood that covered the ground. He reached into his cloak and procured two empty vials and kneeled down next to the commander’s body, the man seeming to Sage to have been of a slightly more noble birth than the rest. Sage focused for a moment and watched as the blood rushed out of the commander’s corpse and into the vials, filling both completely before Sage capped them. When it was done, he stowed them inside of a pouch at his side for later use. “Well, I think I have relieved this village of its immediate problem. Now they can return to running for their lives in peace.” He said as he rose, looking past the elven mage, at the young woman, waiting to see her reaction over what he had done. If she approved, perhaps she would join them in their little fight to end the blight.
Sage glanced back at the elven mage who’d finally decided to speak after half a platoon worth of men had been killed. His eyes glowed with a deep, crimson light as he looked back down at the corpses. The crowd was starting to dissipate now, the people afraid that they would be next if they stuck around. Even the templars cleared away, despite the fact that Sage was obviously a powerful magic user not under the circle’s control. None of them wished to test his blades. “Cowardly humans…” Sage said under his breath as he stared down at the blood that covered the ground. He reached into his cloak and procured two empty vials and kneeled down next to the commander’s body, the man seeming to Sage to have been of a slightly more noble birth than the rest. Sage focused for a moment and watched as the blood rushed out of the commander’s corpse and into the vials, filling both completely before Sage capped them. When it was done, he stowed them inside of a pouch at his side for later use. “Well, I think I have relieved this village of its immediate problem. Now they can return to running for their lives in peace.” He said as he rose, looking past the elven mage, at the young woman, waiting to see her reaction over what he had done. If she approved, perhaps she would join them in their little fight to end the blight.
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roleplay/the-city-of-eclipse/
New Roleplay I've made with the help of a friend. The more mature version will take place on his site.
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New Roleplay I've made with the help of a friend. The more mature version will take place on his site.
z15.invisionfree.com/tranquility_realm
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It'll probably make things less confusing when the story picks up.
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A small amount of characters usually makes things more interesting as it is, more interactions, etc. :)
Just look at the bright side, eh?
Just look at the bright side, eh?
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There, I've posted, now I believe it is Penfold and Strawberry's turn... It's good that we can continue this roleplay with as few characters as we have now..
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I think just saying I was sick was an understatement. I am back, however, and am ready to get back to this rp if anyone is still around..
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Sorry guys apparently Sage is sick again and forgot to let you guys know. We're hoping a recovery is in order and he returns to his duties as GM soon.
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I didn't say they were aiming in three general directions at once, did I? When thrown like that, howerver, they do tend to spread away from each other, creating something like a scatter shot effect. Also, you were hit with a boot knife, which is something closer to a combat knife or dagger kept hidden in a boot sheathe. The blade is wider and heavier, as is the handle. Can we end this conversation, though? I think we're going in circles.
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Throwing knives however are designed to be light, otherwise it would be to hard to aim with them. I know some can throw around things like machete's but that's only very short distance, just for that very reason.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=astBK6LF ... re=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZulkR3np ... re=channel
Also as you can see here, you can not aim it in three general directions at once.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=astBK6LF ... re=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZulkR3np ... re=channel
Also as you can see here, you can not aim it in three general directions at once.
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Some times, yes, though most knives made for throwing are weighted, also it depends on the size of said knife, the materials it's made from, and the shape. They can range from the extremely light to the extremely heavy. I personally prefer the latter. It's always nice to know that if it doesn't hit the right way, plenty of blunt damage will still be committed.
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A knife is not a heavy object, its designed to be thin and light.
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I'm pretty sure if they threw it full force at my leg while I was running it'd trip me up and lead to a rather comical landing.. Most likely on my facial regions, since that's about how my luck goes. I'm sure it'd be worse in plate armor, since it'd be harder to maneuver properly as is, and if the thrower had a trained arm. I present you with a challenge, sir. Put on a full suit of armor with large shoulder guards and try running quickly while keeping from falling down, and have a heavy metal object thrown at your leg by someone with a good arm.
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No it wouldn't. As a experiment, do this for me. Run down a hallway, and ask someone to throw a ordinary not to sharp kitchen knife at your legs....Might hurt, but thats about it. Now if you wanna go further with this, Durel wore plate armor, so try the same thing, wearing hokey protection, and you won't even feel a thing.
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It would at least make them stumble with the momentum gained during the throw and the force of the throw itself.
I think I may get a sort of sadistic pleasure out of beating up my own character. I'm not sure why, but I enjoyed it much more than I should...
I think I may get a sort of sadistic pleasure out of beating up my own character. I'm not sure why, but I enjoyed it much more than I should...
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*shrug* Fair enough, nothing more to add, aside from even with blunt force, a boot knife dosen't have the weight to knock someone down.
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Again, the description makes the sword sound more powerful than it will be in this roleplay. I often use those swords for other stories, but I still have yet to use Soulrender's effects. I suppose I'll give it a more straightforward description. Again, for the knives, the knives may not have hit three, but their marks were just the soldiers in general. Again, they were meant to secure your character's escape. Also, I think you're over-complicating the spells Sage has been using and underestimating his proficiency with them. The black flames he has been using are more of a tier one spell for him. Effective, yes, but it's quick and small. The lightning and fire wall, however, had a bit of time between their conjuring and their use. Everything Sage does has a level of corruption in it, so expect all of his spells to be fairly similar. The blood magic I'll use later will require a fair amount of concentration, I assure you, as it will be far more complicated than his straight forward combat spells. Also, while the boot knife, larger than the throwing knives by the way, may not have been able to penetrate the armor, it would still hit with a large amount of force. Never underestimate blunt force.
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I can't send PM's, I need ten posts first, but very well I shall not complain further. Though I will defend my points. First of all, a throwing knife, can not penetrate plate armor, it is proven only something akin to a heavy bolt, fired from a cross bow could do that, unless your character is insanely powerful, which again would be a problem in the story. Also swords covered with fire ain't that special. You seem like a man who read the books, remember the scene when Fiona enchant everyone's weapon with fire? And it basically does nothing, but light a couple of dark spawns up, it dosen't actually make the blades any sharper. It is hardly akin to one "that would make even the devil run in fear. It absorbs the life force, energy, or essence of whatever it cuts." As for the magic, fair enough, though I will point out Flemeth controled those trees, she didn't spring them to life.
http://dragonage.wikia.com/wiki/Sylvans
Its just how you casually throw these spells out there, when magic is meant to be something that takes concerted effort. May I remind you that the man who casted those black flames, afterward started to bleed from his eyes from the effort? And no....No you can not hit three targets with one throw, I dare you to find a youtube clip where a real knife thrower does that. And please do not think I do this because I'm trying to be difficult, I only say these things because I care, and having a character like this in the game, just removes so much tension from the story.
http://dragonage.wikia.com/wiki/Sylvans
Its just how you casually throw these spells out there, when magic is meant to be something that takes concerted effort. May I remind you that the man who casted those black flames, afterward started to bleed from his eyes from the effort? And no....No you can not hit three targets with one throw, I dare you to find a youtube clip where a real knife thrower does that. And please do not think I do this because I'm trying to be difficult, I only say these things because I care, and having a character like this in the game, just removes so much tension from the story.
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For anyone who wants to argue this further, let me just say that I meant for this to be a more free roleplay. If any of you genuinely have a problem with having a free, fantasy version of this roleplay please leave and find another DA rp that will satisfy you.
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If you have a genuine problem with me, please post it over a pm or an e-mail. As for the issue with my character, he is indeed a blood thirsty creature, though the only real killings he's done up to this point have been the murders of soldiers under Loghain, all of which were npc's. As for the knives, they aren't impossible to throw in groups of three or more, though the accuracy does indeed suffer, it was you that wrote that they killed the soldiers. If it had only hit one or simply injured them didn't matter, it was meant to slow them down or to deter them entirely. Saying that I desired those kills is merely an assumption. Though how you kept running when a knife hit you full force in the leg, having been thrown by a seasoned warrior, and kept running (even if it bounced off the armor) is extraordinary. Since you spoke of physics, let us remember some beautiful concepts known as transfer of momentum, and inertia. A blow like that would have at least made him stumble, don't you think? If we consider the elven body, you could even say that it may have broken a bone. As for the issue with the telepathy. There was none used, it was more of a "power in words" moment. It struck me more as a spell to interrupt the thoughts of others, and my characters are anything but "common."
Last I saw, Dragon Age was based in a world full of magic, where the unexplained are regular occurances. Such a thing allows for freedom to expand the imagination. Half the things that happen throughout the game have never been seen before by any of the characters or have only been heard about in distant legend. The magic Sage has used is nothing spectacular in comparison, nor is it really worthy of such a complaint. Inside the books you see black fire that melts entire people to ooze in moments, mages spilling their own blood to create unworldly power, wardens cutting themselves open to use their "taint" as an augementation, trees coming to life to hang people from their branches, spirits bound to the bodies of animals, mortals kept alive indeffinately through a curse, and demons possessing skeletons long dead or bodies of mages that suddenly start to grow, creating matter from nothing. His blades aren't even that spectacular in comparison. Maric's blade was not the most magical blade you see in Dragon Age. There are swords wreathed in flames, blades with lightning moving along their edges, blades that cut through shadows and others that boost the abilities of the users themselves. All of which were made possible by runes and the work of enchanters, who aren't an uncommon sight in Ferelden or any other part of Thedas. A blade that saps energy or life shouldn't have you spouting "blasphemy!" (though I must admit that the description makes it seem more powerful than it is in this roleplay.) Things that no one has seen, or have no knowledge of, do indeed exist.The fact is, Thedas is a land of magic and imagination. Words like "physics", "Impossible", or "reality" are barely relevant. Instead of seeing everything within these fine walls you've set, open your mind.
Now, I suggest that edit your post, or delete it, so that we may end this dispute. You can either drop the roleplay, or adapt to it. If you wish to quit, we can have you disappear or let some one else play the character. If you have any further complaints, please, let me know over an E-mail or over the pm's where we can be civil. Posting your complaints publicly gets everyone else involved and wastes space.
Last I saw, Dragon Age was based in a world full of magic, where the unexplained are regular occurances. Such a thing allows for freedom to expand the imagination. Half the things that happen throughout the game have never been seen before by any of the characters or have only been heard about in distant legend. The magic Sage has used is nothing spectacular in comparison, nor is it really worthy of such a complaint. Inside the books you see black fire that melts entire people to ooze in moments, mages spilling their own blood to create unworldly power, wardens cutting themselves open to use their "taint" as an augementation, trees coming to life to hang people from their branches, spirits bound to the bodies of animals, mortals kept alive indeffinately through a curse, and demons possessing skeletons long dead or bodies of mages that suddenly start to grow, creating matter from nothing. His blades aren't even that spectacular in comparison. Maric's blade was not the most magical blade you see in Dragon Age. There are swords wreathed in flames, blades with lightning moving along their edges, blades that cut through shadows and others that boost the abilities of the users themselves. All of which were made possible by runes and the work of enchanters, who aren't an uncommon sight in Ferelden or any other part of Thedas. A blade that saps energy or life shouldn't have you spouting "blasphemy!" (though I must admit that the description makes it seem more powerful than it is in this roleplay.) Things that no one has seen, or have no knowledge of, do indeed exist.The fact is, Thedas is a land of magic and imagination. Words like "physics", "Impossible", or "reality" are barely relevant. Instead of seeing everything within these fine walls you've set, open your mind.
Now, I suggest that edit your post, or delete it, so that we may end this dispute. You can either drop the roleplay, or adapt to it. If you wish to quit, we can have you disappear or let some one else play the character. If you have any further complaints, please, let me know over an E-mail or over the pm's where we can be civil. Posting your complaints publicly gets everyone else involved and wastes space.
