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Vladamir Rostovii

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a character in “Dragon Age: The Circle's End”, originally authored by Weilacca, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Vladamir Rostovii

Age: 18

Nationality: Anderfel

Race: Human

Organization: Apostate

Class: Mage

Magi: Mage

Appearance:
Clothing:
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(He wears the following robe in the image over his clothing. Ignore the rest of the picture, it was the best I could find :3)

Vladamir has lost his arms due to [history to be revealed]. Because of this, he has resulted in using his Umbramancy to regain his arms, but as shadow arms.
He usually keeps his arms covered under the robes with long baggy sleeves and gloves hiding them.

Equipment/Description: None, only uses Umbramancy.

Specializations: Umbramancy.
His main specialization is the ability to alter his body shape using Umbramancy, to an extent. He would mainly alter the shape of his Shadow Arms, but will also grow shadow tendrils from his back when needed.

History: To be revealed over the RP.

So begins...

Vladamir Rostovii's Story

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Dirth smiled, a smile that people might just refer to as Grandfatherly. "Good. I was planning on doing that all along." His hand came up, patting the Knight Commander on the shoulder. "Honestly though, you might consider relaxing. You seem as though you're 'Bearly' handling the stress of your job." Before the Orlesian could respond, the First Enchanter was already on his merry way, making his way towards the second floor staircase.

(And so it begins! Hope you enjoyed the Intro, it was supposed to be one big post but we experienced a few hiccups)

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Vladamir wondered through the busy streets, his face covered by the darkness caused by the hood of his long brown robe. Designed specifically for travelling through the wilderness, but also used by hunters, theives, merchants, etc. So seeing this man wondering around in these robes didn't attract much attention.
Although Vladamir was wearing a blindfold, he could see fine. It was a kind of magic/therapy he had managed to teach himself, something which allowed him to see through the blindfold which controlled his powers. Although, it did take a lot of work in order to perfect it. Maybe because it is nothing like what he usually uses.

With some walking, Vladamir reached an opening. It was a park, a large gathering of people for socialization and other forms of business. It was disgusting. However, what was this? A bench! A great place to sit down and eat that bread he had managed to get a hold of. Maybe he should buy something more diverse than just bread?
However, before he managed to get close enough to the bench to show people that he was going to sit there. A woman sat, eating her bread in a strange way. She seemed... different. Poor, only having bread. Just like Vladamir. And then a little girl arrived, not speaking. It all seemed awkward until that theiving little girl took the bread and ran off. Wow, what an ass hole. Not like it was his business.

But there were no other benches, and he was already close enough to that bench which was already stolen. Although, there was room for another person, and Vladamir was quite hungry indeed. Screw it, sit there, eat then go again. That was the plan.

With that, Vladamir sat down on the bench. Keeping his face hidden behind the shadows of the hood. He pulled a loaf of bread from under his cloak and held it to his head. His hand was covered in a thick glove, and his arm was covered by a baggy sleeve that was held in place by being tucked under the glove. It was as if he was hiding something.
The bread was then lowered after a small moment, showing a bite mark where a chunk had been pulled off and consumed inside the darkness of the hood...

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Miyako sat watching the people. There seemed to be an endless wave of people moving through the park. "Where could they all be going in such a rush?" she wondered. Not everyone was in a rush. Some stopped and watched the games, a few like her, just found a place to sit and enjoy the day.
Then, a man sat beside her. Miyako hunched her shoulders and averted her gaze toward the ground. She sat silently staring, her face turning red as her heart beat faster. "Why is he sitting near me?" she wondered not looking at him for fear he might be with the Circle or a bounty hunter.
"Calm down." she reprimanded. "It's probably nothing. It's a park for Gods sake. Anyone can sit where they want. I just need to calm down." The sensible, logical side was likely right and she knew it. It was unlikely that this was anything more than another person enjoying a day at the park. But her emotional, worrying, paranoid side was in full force. "But what if he isn't just some person sitting at the bench? What if he's with the Circle? What if he's stalking you?" No one had sat this close to her in months. The unease she felt agonizing. She thought about getting up, but that might be a dead give-away that she's made him for an assassin or bounty hunter or Circle member.
"Just look at him." her logical sided insisted. "Find an excuse to look in his direction and you'll see he's just someone sitting there enjoying the day like everyone else." The reasonableness of the thought was hard to argue against. Besides, he was probably just an old man resting on the bench.

Miyako raised her eyes inspecting the park area for anyone who might be looking in their direction. She didn't see anyone that could be passing signals to him. As she looked, she was deciding what she could drop that would seem natural. "My pendant?" she shook her head. "No. That would attract attention." It was unusual looking and it was around her neck, hidden under her top. "I can't take anything out of my bag. It would seem unnatural." she thought, her eyes still darting about the park for threats.

"Got it." she told herself, grabbing her bag and opening it to take out a cloth to wrap the rest of her bread in. As she pulled out the cloth she made sure to let her spoon fall to the ground. It landed right near his foot. It couldn't have been a better location if she had been aiming.

"I'm sorry." Miyako apologized setting her bag down and reaching for the spoon. "I'm so clumsy sometimes." Miyako crouched down and picked up the spoon. As she got up, she peered in his direction while still apologizing. "I didn't mean to..."
Miyako stopped mid apology. The man's face was covered, the tucked sleeve of his robe was likely hiding something. Instead of calming her, the site of the man only upset her more. She felt trapped. She needed to keep her cool. "...didn't uh... didn't mean to disturb you." she stammered. "I'm sorry." she quickly added, her worry was slightly obvious. She had been good at hiding her unease, but she had also never been caught off-guard, caught so close to possibly real danger.
Running away was her first thought. But, as afraid as she was, she was going to have to play cool until she could get away. She didn't know if he had anyone with him, where they were, nothing. The park was full of people. If he tried anything or if his friends did she could scream for help and it would attract attention. Outside the park there are a lot of empty areas he or they could jump her and kill her. Besides, if he is with the Circle, whether he grabs her here or outside the park the end result would be the same. Right now, the gathering of people provided some safety - an idea she never thought she'd have.

Miyako sat back on the bench. She stuffed the spoon into her bag. She sat nervously clutching the bag wondering what to do.
"Say Hello. Give him your name." a voice spoke to her. She wasn't sure which of the many voices in her head it was. But whichever it was, it seemed the stupidest voice by far.
"Just say Hi. Act natural. It might confuse him. Sitting quietly will only make him wonder." the voice prodded.
Miyako shook her head at the voice, a motion she didn't realize was visible to anyone watching her. "No." she told the voice. "That's a stupid, stupid, stupid idea."

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Vladamir continued eating, seemingly unaware of the woman next to him. Although he was fully aware of her actions. The strange woman seemed to drop something, although he did not even move his glance to see what it was. Well, he didn't have time, the woman was fidgety and had quickly moved to pick up the item and then stutter in a panicked way some words towards him.

"I'm sorry." Miyako apologized setting her bag down and reaching for the spoon. "I'm so clumsy sometimes." Miyako crouched down and picked up the spoon. As she got up, she peered in his direction while still apologizing. "I didn't mean to..."
Miyako stopped mid apology. The man's face was covered, the tucked sleeve of his robe was likely hiding something. Instead of calming her, the site of the man only upset her more. She felt trapped. She needed to keep her cool. "...didn't uh... didn't mean to disturb you." she stammered. "I'm sorry." she quickly added, her worry was slightly obvious.


"It would've been better if you didn't do that. Walking off would have been the best option." The darkish voice spoke quietly from the darkness caused by the hood. It was monotoned and some words dragged on as if Vladamir was tired, or bored. "If I were a member of the Circle, I would've become suspicious of your actions. Seeing a young girl like you having a strange man like me sit by you, it wouldn't draw much attention to move away quickly." He added, explaining his first words.

Vladamir's head then moved around a little, glancing around the area for any suspicious looking people.

"You look much more suspicious now."

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The man's voice broke her nervous worry. His mentioning of the Circle mad her freeze. She wondered how he knew. He couldn't, she was sure of it, unless he had been following her.
"I...I I'm not sure what you mean?" she said, her eyes looking forward. "What circle?" She decided it was best to lie and force him to show his hand.
Miyako nervously looked around the park to see if there was something she was missing.
"Get up and leave." one voice told her. "Kill him!" another voice ordered. "Don't just sit there like an idiot. Do something!" the voices all seemed to say at once.
"Shut up!" Miyako silently commanded the voice. "I need to be sure." There was nothing that she could see and she had learned to be very observant. If there was a spy out there watching, he or she was well concealed and way too powerful for her.
Miyako rose to her feet and forced a look at the man. She could make out his face under the hood, well, the blindfold on his face. He probably couldn't see.
"He's crazy." she told herself, certain of that. "He's just some crazy person who randomly chose me to annoy." That thought calmed her considerably. She had been acting like a fool for no good reason. There was no danger the whole thing had been in her head.

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"You are very bad at lying..." Vladamir whispered, sharpening his whisper in an attempt to tell the woman to whisper as well. It was simple, Vladamir had grown used to being blindfolded that his hearing was much more sensitive. Although, ever since he learnt how to use the magic to allow him to see, his hearing had begun returning to normal. This can be quite annoying as Vladamir hadn't changed his lifestyle to fit a less sensitive hearing. However, he could still hear the increased heartbeat. Something tht naturally happens when one lies.

The hood turned a little towards the woman, he was glancing at her nervous movement. Ah, how amazingly obvious this is. How much would he get paid if he turned her in as a suspicious being? Nah, that would be pretty mean, and a bit ironic.

But then, she had stood and stared into Vladamir's face. It was an angle at which she could see his face. Damn.

"You seem a bit relieved. Do you know me perhaps?" He spoke, still mono toned as if he didn't have a care in the world. At the same time, Vladamir also rose to stand in front of the now standing woman, looking down at the quite short girl. Damn, she is pretty small...

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"N...no. I don... I've never... we've never met. I'd remember you." Miyako answered uncertain how to respond staring at his chest ready in case he tried something. She had decided he couldn't be a bounty hunter, they're not that subtle. He wasn't with the Circle either. They don't play cat-and-mouse games for very long. Once they've decided you are a threat, you're dragged away. But just because he wasn't either didn't mean he couldn't be some whack job; there are rapists, murderers, slavers and others out there as well.
He stood much, much taller than she. Miyako slid back just a bit, a reflex reaction to having someone standing so close. She stared trying to decide what to say to the man.
"You're tall." she finally blurted. She felt stupid for making such an idiotic statement. "What happened... I mean... well... why do you wear... you know the blind... blindfold? Were you in a fight or something?"
It was an unsually bold question for Miyako ask. Not because it was inappropriate or she lacked curiosity, before she left her town, she asked questions all the time. But things had changed a lot since she left. Spending your entire 13th year on your own, seeing what happens to people who are accused of being similar to you, made curiosity up close a dangerous thing. If she wanted to know something, she observed, shied away from others and let her eyes tell her what was happening - or in some cases the voices.
This was the third time since leaving Afsaana that she had actually spoken to someone. The first two were similar to her and both are gone; one disappeared while she was out gathering berries, the other was snatched up just outside of town while she was bathing in the river. She watched from the thick grass as the woman was hauled off by five men. Miyako said nothing, she just watched. The images, the voices, they still haunt her.

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Character Portrait: First Enchanter Dirth Character Portrait: Marquis Dampierre Character Portrait: Miyako Character Portrait: Gideon Cornell Character Portrait: Knight Commander Jacqueline Character Portrait: Aywen Adh-Dhi'ban
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A player ,new to the Game but all too familiar with it's rules and naturally skilled, having already tested himself... , came in to for Glory and Wealth...

It was on the this day that Marquis ,of the Orlesian noble house, chose to grace the humble streets of Montsimmard with his presence. Dressed in the latest styles from Antiva, he sauntered proudly through the streets, catching the eyes of all those present. His entourage were dressed in similar fashion, though not as extravagant, and each man did openly sport a weapon, fastened to their waists and kept in their respective sheathes as to not attract the guard, should their honor be challenged. Without a doubt, the center piece of their attires were the masks, each one unique but magnificent, the best worn by the Head of the Dampierre house (of course). No one on the street had a better mask, and if the whispers were to believe, it even caused much jealousy. Mission accomplished.

He walked into the Park, more to enjoy the pleasant view than to show off and he spotted two suspicious individuals. They were suspicious to him because they did not wear masks. Everyone wore masks unless you believed yourself higher then "the Game", or you were so worthless that no one wanted to consider you their pawn in "the Game". He pitied them and approached the two, they seemed rather poor, but he also was curious as to whether they were actually worthless...He could use more pawns.

"Hello!", he called to them and approached, motioning with his hand to his followers to go on without him. " Are you too not from Orlias, are you?". His voice was friendly but his face was well hidden behind the mask, any malicious intent (if any were present) hidden from view.

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The Knight Commander was not impressed with Aywen's drilling. It was different and that was reason enough for her to dislike it. Jacqueline was a woman of tradition but of course she was not going to stop the Knight Captain from drilling her men in this fashion, she would await till the time that they were tested by yours truly and if they proved incompetent, she would put an end to it.

"I do not agree with your method, 'Lady Aywen" but I will permit you to continue. However if this proves ineffective, you will kneel to tradi_".

The Knight Captain Cornell dropped what looked like a corpse before her and Aywen, interrupting her and catching her attention. She examined the body, it was no doubt that of an Apostate for he lacked the robes of the Circle. Before she could say anything to Cornell he was off.

"Someone go and fetch Cornell and the First Enchanter, tell them to come to my office. Aywen, give command of your company to one of your subordinates, carry this," Jacqueline prodded the side of the man discarded on the ground before them. "Apostate... and carry him to my Office.".

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"Yes, I am tall..." Vladamir replied to the young woman's statement. Why is she pointing out the most obvious things? It's not something normal, or is it? Vladamir had spent a lot of time walking wherever his feet had taken him, and not once has he heard someone state the complete obvious as if one was not aware.

"Hm?" Vladamir paused a little at the question, but then he remembered. He is wearing a blindfold, duh. It's only been a few days since the magic was used to allow him to see without using his eyes, and he had already forgotten of the existence of the blindfold.
"Ah, I wear it because I have to. No fighting. I was... born with a need for this." Vladamir had to think, he couldn't just straight up blurt out 'Yeah, I gotta wear this or else I will loose control of my magic and kill everyone :P'. No, that's exactly like handing yourself in, no more like saying to the executioner 'I'll put the noose on, don't overwork yourself.'.

Suddenly, Vladamir heard a voice from behind him, someone calling 'Hello!' in a very patronising way... And so, he turned his body and lowered his head a little, allowing his hood to cast a shadow over his face once again. "No..." Vladamir spoke out to reply to the masked man's question. Oh that's right, the fancy mask obviously shows that he is of high class. "...sir."
He didn't like addressing people formally, it was obvious in his mono toned voice, the way the word hissed and his voice deepened slightly.

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Miyako looks over at the man who called to them. His mask makes her uneasy. She wonders again if this was an elaborate trick set up by someone who wanted to catch her and turn her over. He was wearing a mask. The man that was towering over her was wearing a blindfold. An odd happen-chance that two men, who approach where she is, happen to both be wearing masks seems too long a set of odds to be mere coincidence. "But then," she thought, "the odds that a 13 year old girl on her own, suspected of being an apostate mage would survive the year are also pretty big."
The man with the blindfold seemed so rude to the man in the mask. His tenor suggested that he didn't know him and likely found him annoying. Miyako could never be that rude to someone. Especially someone dressed like he was. He could get angry, it would likely draw attention to her; attention she was trying to avoid.
Miyako scanned the area in case she had to run. Stepped out of the shadow of the taller man with the blindfold, smiled politely and bowed. "No your lordship." she said with a deep, sweeping bow. "I am not from Orlias. I am from the east."
Miyako made sure her manner wasn't too polite that it might seem like she was trying too hard. Not that a 14 year old being overly polite necessarily attracted attention, but it could encourage him to want to talk more. She already decided he would likely strike up a conversation, men of means don't just walk up to random strangers and say hello without a reason.
Miyako lowered her arms to her side and stood, her eyes watching the ground, playing the part of the commoner to the man's wealthy lord. Running was not an option. She was fairly sure at most, he'd ask a couple of questions and leave satisfied that there was nothing amiss.
Besides, the blindfolded man's behavior was so rude, he'd likely focus on him anyway.

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Marquis took his time to examine each of the individuals before him. He came to the conclusion that the girl was probably a drifter, doing whatever she could to get the necessities of life. As for the other one, he deemed him some sort of beggar or wanderer as well, a rude knavish one at that. He got the feeling that he wanted him to go away, the way that he spoke and acted, then when he lowered his face... Why would someone lower their face? They surely were ignorant of the Orlesian's Grand Game, the war of the Nobles. Was it customary not to look your betters in the eye in his home country or was he trying to hide his face? The mystery intrigued him and ,if the ladder was indeed his reason for doing so, the who caught his attention as much as the eye.

Despite the rudeness from the one and to further investigate these strangers he proceeded to probe them with questions. "No need to be so hostile.", he said, addressing the hooded man. " You should take a few lessons in courtesy from your little friend here.".

His palm met his forehead, or rather the part of his mask that covered his forehead. "How rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself!".

With a fancy flourish of his right hand, he bowed just slightly, and with his left he removed the mask to show them his face, if only for an instant. "I am Marquis Dampierre, Head of the noble house of Dampierre.".

He recovered from this and placed the mask back on. "I noticed you too as I passed with some friends of mine and I could not help but notice that you too seemed rather...well unfortunate and It just so happens I could use two more individuals.".

"As servants of the Dampierre, my House will provide you with all the necessities of life, consumables, shelter, protection, and we shall even give you pay.".

He looked at them, waiting for a response. His mask hiding his smile.

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Miyako suppressed her initial reaction, which was to thank him and move on. "...protection..." That word stuck in her head. Protection of a nobleman, even one as seemingly zany as this one, had to count for a lot. His entourage seemed of a decent size, so he either had prestige, some wealth, or both. She had been on the road for a long time and was tired of hiding and being afraid. She doubted he knew who she was or what she was. Why bother being clever with her if he knew, that would be too much unnecessary guile wasted on her.
'Unfortunate' was an understatement at best. Even if all he offered was a small closet with a stone floor, it would be more than she had now; that thought depressed her. "How far I've fallen. I started life with very little and I've hit bottom with a painful thud."
"Why choose me?" That was the thought that wracked her brain and made deciding difficult. "Maybe he really wants the blindfolded man and he just thinks I'm with him." That seemed a far more likely scenario. "But he said two more individuals. For what? Why does he want me? There are other people in the park." Miyako looked around the park. "Maybe we're the only two he's never seen before?"
Miyako had heard stories about girls being taken and tossed into brothels for wealthy aristocrats, or girls being used as pets, or some being used for experiments by insane mages. She isn't sure any of those stories are true. Even though her friend Ping told her many of those awful stories, it didn't mean they ever happened. All she ever said was, 'She heard...'
She looked up at the blindfolded man but she couldn't tell what he was thinking. She took a guess, based on his initial response to the Marquis, that he would likely say no. She looked at the Marquis and wondered what was happening behind his mask, what he could be thinking. 'Was this something random or was it planned?' If it was planned how could he know about either of them, unless the man was from the town or was known to him as a person of ill-fame. Maybe she had been sitting with an assassin; wearing a blindfold doesn't mean you are really blind.
The whole time she thought, Miyako nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She made no effort to hide her nervousness and uncertainty. She's usually much better at hiding her feelings, but she's exhausted and having dealt with two strange men in less than ten minutes has upset her, made her unable to think clearly.
"What if they come here looking?" a voice in her head chimed in. "Would they dare intrude on a Marquis? Would they even look at his estate?"
"True." she answered the voice. "They wouldn't likely go looking there. But if they saw me?"
"They would likely think you worked for him." the voice snapped sounding aggravated at her indecisiveness.
"Do it!" another one of the voices in her head interrupted her thoughts.
"What if he wants to kill me?" she thought.
"Can't be worse than what you have now." a third voice chirped.
"Do it. Do it. Say Yes." the voices flowed in all encouraging her to take the chance
"Oh...okay." she agreed bowing politely. "I guess I will go with you."

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Vladamir stayed quiet, listening carefully. This guy, he is definitely high class. He's even fancy with his introduction, it's quite annoying. And then Vladamir was offered the position of a servant, that is a definite no. No matter what. The guy seems too suspicious, who would trust this guy? Rich people are always corrupt, always menacing. Seeing two people who are completely out of place would cause a rich person to look down on them, not approach and offer a job.

"I apologize..." Vladamir spoke out, thinking carefully on what he says, "...I'm not interested."

But what's this? The girl had accepted. Well, good for her, she has a job and a home. Maybe those two will go away and allow Vladamir to eat is bread in peace. But, he still moved his glance to her, confused and subconsciously wanting to stop it from happening. It's nothing to do with him dammit.

"Well, good luck. Little girl."

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The Journey to the Knight Commander's office was going to be a very tedious one thanks to Fort De Rouge's complex labrynth like design. With the Knight Commander seeming to have no interest in conversing, it was going to be a very dull trek to her ofifice. It was very fortunate that Jacquelin was very familiar with the route to her office, which was on the fourth floor of the main structure, near the Main Barracks located on the fourth floor, otherwise they would have gotten lost. Like most of the other routes to any major area of the Fort, there was a series of corridors and stairs, dead ends, and even a few puzzles to solve. The Commander flawlessly led them through them all. They were nearly out, when Commander Jacquelin fell to a knee. Her palm grabbed at her forehead, she was clearly in pain. With blurred vision she arose, slowly and looked back to Aywen, though she did not exactly see Aywen. She saw her friend from a decade ago, carrying an Apostate they had captured up the near endless stairs fo Val Royeaux. Jacquelin knew what was happening...she had gone too long without Lyrium, she had been trying to slowly free herself from the addiction, and was now on th verge of having an episode. She begun to feel a tingle all over herself, making her really twitchy and she felt cold. "Aywen...", she stated aloud and unsure of herself. "You wouldn't happen to have any lyrium on you?".

Dull. That could easily describe the relationship of the two as they walked stairs and hallways. Aywen was less than pleased; the relationship between her and the Lady Commander was not outstanding, she wouldn’t even use the word good to describe companionship between them. The Apostate was heavy and she scowled with every step she took. Now the Lady Commander was being downright rude. Not speaking to those in company was—it irked her. However, she could save her breath to carry the man that the Lady Commander was obviously too high and mighty to even consider offering help. Aywen’s brows knitted together, on the other hand if she had been talking, it would have been more along the lines of ‘nag this, nag that. Are you even listening Aywen?” Of course not, she didn’t have to listen to someone who was so centered in their title that they still demanded to be treated like a Lady. This was war. Ladies could die on a sword, she’d seen it happen before. Maybe it would be better if she just died already.

She stopped, her eyes widening as she suddenly dropped the Apostate behind her, listening to his body hit the floor with a thud, her own falling to its knees as her hand landed on the Lady Commander’s back.

“Well shit! I didn’t mean right now,” she snapped, concern in her eyes as she looked worriedly at the commander lifted her head and asked for lyrium. She nodded, pulling out a small vile from a concealed pocket near her breasts. She popped the cork, offering it over to her Commander, not moving from her side.

Jacquelin grabbed the veil and moved it to her lips, tilting it and letting the contents pour into her mouth. Her face was that of a child who was being made to take the herbal medicine they despised. Still she drank it. The blue liquid that was Lyrium, magic in it's physical form, went down her throat and into her gut, but her symptons were not dispelled so swiftly. They were halted, kept from progressing. And as the high of having the Lyrium in her, of finally having her drug, over took the Commander, so did the symptons retreat. Reality and her memories ceased to collapse ontop of one another. Her eyes were diliated and her breathes were audible, quick, and shallow.

"Aywen...Do not tell anyone about this...". Jacquelin spoke, her voice hushed. She looked around at everything like a frightened child in a dark room and spoke once more. "Give me a few moments to collect myself...".


Aywen said nothing, choosing to bow her head in response. She understood Lady Commander’s plight, and carefully she took the vial back from her, placing it back with the other three that were nestled near her bosom. She kept them for emergencies, but she wasn’t about to tell the Lady Commander about her extra stash.

“Take your time Lady Commander.”

Some time lapsed before Jacquelin went on, beckoning for Aywen to follow. She solved the last puzzle and they appeared in another large hall, though not as large as the Main hall. There were three doors, with guards at each, and Jacquelin choosed to go to the one on the right. The guards saluted her and Aywen, then opened the door and moved aside.
Jacquelin sighed at the sight of her office, the mahagoney desk in the center greeted her warmly as did the reports and requisition orders, complaints, and other papers stacked high on her desk. The walls were decorated with various paintings and there was even a small statue of lady Andrastre. One of the Paintings showed the Jean-Claude Family infront of their estate in Val Royeaux. The Commander, who was actually a Knight Captain when this was painted, is almost unrecognizable. She is not in her Templar Armor, she actually looks girly in that white and yellow dress. She was holding the hands of another man who was next to her, he matched her in attire and they seemed to be very happy. Another odd thing, the commander always came off as bitter.


"Put him down somewhere while I go ahead and make my desk not look like the City of Denerim.".


Aywen carefully placed him down onto the floor, kneeling beside the Apostate to carefully rearrange his limbs on the floor. She made sure that he was more comfortable than before, touching his neck and searching for a pulse. It was there but faint, her lips pulling into a frown as she made no move to offer aid to the Lady Commander.
"Poor man," she said softly. He'd been through a lot. Running for his life and freedom only to be caught and beaten. Those were the ways of the other Knight Captains. Not her. She didn't allow herself or her own men to beat and harm Apostates, simply put it was counterproductive and yeilded very little information that could remotely be considered true. Statistics had proven her point but people were so stuck in the fear of the old ages that it was easier to beat men and women senseless then to try and calm their fears and stroke their souls. But she digress.

As long as she remain in charge of her men, they wouldn't harm a single Apostate that didn't openly put of a fight. Maybe he had put up a fight. That would explain the scratches and bruises that made her eyes narrow and her stomach burn with hatred. Damn the Knight Captains. They needent be hated and feared like they were. It was counterproductive to their cause. Not that she would say anything. It did nothing but grow suspicion and breed hate between different fractions. That was the last thing that they needed and safety of her Templars came first and foremost.

After she had finished tiding up her desk, Jacquelin went to the picture of her family. She examined it thoroughly with a smile on her face, though this went away when she saw herself and that other man. She heard the words of Aywen and looked at the woman to see what she spoke of, she was concerned with that Apostate and not at all paying attention to what she was doing. Good. The Knight Commander turned her back to the picture, the memories it brought were tucked away.

"Poor if he did not do anything to deserve it...".

"No one deserves to suffer."

"In a perfect world perhaps...". Jacquelin added. "Is he breathing?".

"Lucky for us," she responded sharply.

"And why do you say that, Captain?", Jacquelin asked. "Do you really think the Knight Vigilants would care that an Apostate was killed?".

"I care, and that should be enough."

"And you think I don't?".


"You are a woman of duty," she said simply, "Orders mean more than your morals."

"You don't know me beyond my title, Captain..", Jacquelin replied, planting her bossom on her chair to commence her work. "But yes, I do believe I should follow the orders of those above me but it is because I have faith that they know better than I do.".

"I like to think that no one knows exactly what they are doing. That's why people make mistakes. I have faith in myself and my men, their decisions not to do...well this," she gestured toward the man, "is what can give the Templars a better name. We shouldn't be feared."

" I do not approve of senseless beatings, Captain. However, Captain Cornell has a very high success rate when it comes to the hunting and retrieval of Apostates and these are his methods. If these methods are effective, than I see no reason to stop it. A few bloodied Apostates and dead Maleficurs seem like a small price to pay for the safety of the general populace.".


"His methods indeed," she scowled, "Excuse me if I disagree and value life and limb a bit more. It makes little sence to beat a cowardly man, much less than simply asking questions."

"Your dedication to fairness is admirable, Aywen...but I'd rather not risk having a maleficur waltz into my Fort and reduce everyone into his Demon's play things or blood stains on the wall, all because you valued his life.". With that there was a knock on the door. "That must be Captain Cornell, Come in!".


"I did not say that tough decisions weren't going to have to be made. We make choices everyday that can help or harm the people. What may seem right at the time can have long lasting consequences that negatively affect everyone. I just don't want to breed hate between us and mages." Aywen sighed and tipped a bit of water onto the corner or the mages mouth.


(That was a Post collaborated between me and Nibble, My parts being in italics and hers being in regular)


_Marquis Dampierre_

Marquis had not expected the man to take on his offer, not with how rude he was being. Not many would reject such an offer especially from the likes of Dampierre, his suspicion only grew. He did not waste time pondering, but rather he dismissed himself and motioned for the girl to follow him. He walked back to his entourage and reached into his robes, pulling out a mask that was like his but very simplistic, and handing it to her.

"This is yours.", he said kneeling down and placing in her hands. "You will wear it whenever your out in public. Anyone who sees it will know who you work for and if they dare harm you, who's wrath they will endure.".

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Miyako reluctantly follows. She had been hoping the man with the blindfold would follow. She motioned twice and whispered for him to come along, hoping he would. She didn't have any reason for wanting him to come along, she just did. She was pretty sure now that he was harmless and wasn't out to get her.

She takes the mask from him and stares at it. It's odd looking and not very attractive. But, it does provide her his protection and that seems to be worth something. She looks back one more time at the blind-folded man hoping he changed his mind. She debated for a few seconds whether to change her mind and then put the mask on. She stood waiting for his instructions, preparing to start a new chapter in her chaotic and uncertain life

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"Well, I'll see you later." Vladamir spoke to the two people as they walked off, raising his hand a little as a way of casting his farewells. Although, his words were mostly directed to the girl, the strange guy seemed suspicious. He was not trusted, and never will be.

And with that, he walked off. Raising the part eaten bread to his face again, eating. Yet again, he had to leave the area. These damned people are too sketchy to be around, Vladamir never had the chance to sit down and eat his damn bread in peace. There would always be annoying pricks like that masked guy or that little girl interrupting his peace. Ah, how the sound of the surroundings are too loud for Vladamir's sensitive ears.

At least it is time for him to wonder the streets once more, gather some supplies and then leave the city for some more travelling.