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[Attention: we won't have different tabs for locations within Ferelden, that can get confusing. Instead tabs will be for continents unlocked during the RP. And we do not have to have locations that go by the book. We can make shiz up in the OOC thread so post ideas there or PM me. This post takes place somewhere in the wilderness of Ferelden, it's a dark and stormy night. Woooo. *wiggly ghost fingers*]


Crying. The man is actually crying, weeping for his life. For mercy. Yet why should she spare this man? He's currently in the position that he himself has forced many into before. A life suspended by the edge of a blade. Down on his knees, knuckles a hazardous pallor as his fingers grip onto the salvation of the land. She stares down at him indignantly, indifferently. How dare he believe he should be given another chance, how damn dare he. Now the dog crawls forth and grasps the hem of her cloak. Rain continues to pelt them mercilessly, outdoing the tears upon the man's face and drowning out his sobs. Nothing could drown out the harsh words from Severia's mouth. "Shut up! You've done this to yourself." with a dark look she then pulls herself away from the man. She won't even waste the swing of her sword on him. Instead as she steps back a flying mass of muscle on four legs lunges forth, silent as dogs are when they're in that grim state of mind to massacre. Severia then turns and heads back for their peaceful campsite as Kujo makes short of the bandit leader who threatened the small party moments earlier.

At least not all of this is new to her. The outdoors, the Wild, the scents and the sights...but she knows they'll come to a village or a city soon. And then what? For now the female will have to enjoy being within the Wild. Blysse just doesn't all that much approve of killing. Sure her distaste for humans can be evident but she's grown some respect for Severia after the warrioress fought off a pack of Blight wolves from tearing apart her halla one morning. That and the human doesn't treat her like an idiot as most humans will with elves. The young elf tugs up an arrow from the corpse of a bandit that fell not too long ago, body still warm. Murmuring a prayer to her gods she closes the man's eyes before heading back into the cave. Before sunset a group of bandits thought they could overtake the small group. Severia, Blysse and Arvin proved them wrong. Now they're all hopefully going to be able to settle down for a rest. She'll be taking the first watch for the night. Blysse goes to kneel by the fire Arvin had conjured and wills her clothes to dry quickly, shuddering at the chill.

By the time Severia has stepped into the cave the bandit leader had ceased screaming. Kujo is either enjoying a meal of the body or exploring before returning to them. While he's a strict soldier like his mistress, he's still a bit of a dog and might be chasing some woodland creatures around during his clockwork patrol. Digging into her pack she pulls out a few things to start making spiced apple cider. A little pick-me-up, hold the alcohol. Severia wants to get her companions warmed up before she heads off to rest until her watch shift. She always takes the last watch since it starts at an ungoldy morning hour. Being a night owl she's accustomed to such. Severia stirs the pot and glances to Blysse. "Have you seen Arvin?" getting a negative shake of the head from Blysse, Severia grumbles slightly. Where the hell did that mage get off to now? Being a warrior she isn't very fond of mages and doesn't think much of magick. If Arvin doesn't show up soon she'll send Kujo to go find him. And that doesn't always turn out well. Kujo can sense Severia's initial dislike for Arvin, meaning he isn't very friendly towards the mage either.

"I'll go see if I can't find him, he might've gone to fetch more wood to dry by the fire." Blysse stands up and doesn't bother to wring out her drenched hair. She's grateful that Severia offers her her cloak though. Although it's already damp, it'll be better than enduring the rain on her bare flesh again. Cinching it shut she trots out into the dark hills, glancing over the woods and meadow nearby. Sometimes Blysse wishes Severia weren't so impatient with Arvin. Surely he has good reason for not regrouping right away. What if he's harmed? With an injury kit tucked along her belt she hastens her pace. Blysse glances to a crevice as movement appears. Tucked into it is her halla, looking sleepy and shoved in with Severia's stunning blue roan stallion and Arvin's equine. Oddly enough those three have been getting along stunningly well, even Kujo seems to group with the larger animals. It brings some hope to her that all isn't lost just yet. If the animals can get along then soon shall the humanoid group. "Arvin! Arrrviiiin! Where are yooou?" the elven maiden calls out with abandon, padding along a path. Being loud won't matter too much since they just fended off their only danger so far in this area. Blysse scans the realm briefly with a thoughtful frown.

In her wake is an elven male, slightly shorter than herself. Cash hurries after his sister with clumsy strides vainly given a dignified gait. "Blysse, slow down!" sure the group massacred the bandits. It doesn't make the young elf feel any better. This is his first time outside of his clan. Not that he was given permission to leave. He snuck out not too long after his sister was given leave, but his being here has been kept secret between the siblings. Cash is simply worried about his older sister and inwardly wants some form of adventure. Not that this is all fun and games, oh no. The bookish musician knows the land is in turmoil and surmounting pandemonium. He tightens the collar of his jacket as rain seeps from the corners of his sensitive ears. Hopefully they find Arvin soon and he can rest easy by the warm flame with Blysse. Cash sticks to her as an eyelash fallen in one's eye; he's wary of the others in the group. It could become his downfall or their uprising.