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Garhandor Lyrdius

"I am a God inbued within Mortal Flesh! I am an Avatar of Death and Fear!"

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a character in “Dragon Age: The Dragon's Ballad”, as played by Shadow44499

Description

❝Garhandor Lyrdius❞

❝I am a God imbued within Mortal Flesh! Even the Maker trembles at my name, I am Death and Fear!❞




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| Name |
Garhandor Lyrdius

| Nickname |
The Red Shade or The Red Death

| Gender |
Male

| Age |
2136

| Sexuality |
Asexual (Due to his obsessions, subject to change.)

| Race |
Human (Who draws upon life to sustain his longevity)

| Status |
Blood-Mage

| Eye Color |
Red (Corruption)

| Hair Color |
Jet Black

| Height |
6'1"

| Weight |
89 lbs.

| Skin Tone |
Pale-Grey

| Distinct Markings |
He has scars all across his arms and his face is riddled with scars as well, he has red chain tattoos on every part of his body except his face.

| Physical Description |
Most of Garhandor's body is hidden by the flowing black and red robes with black fur shoulder pads that cover his body. Underneath is a light layer of Leather to protect him from the elements.

However, underneath that is a pale, shade of a man. His ribs are always showing and he looks utterly unhealthy as if he carries a plague. His entire body is covered in scars or odd tattoos. Even his eyes are tainted to be a crimson red. His body is slender because of this and can be mistaken for a female until his voice is heard.

His hair when show is jet black with no shine to it, generally braided in odd fashions with stolen beads of many types. The hair even looks sickly though he has a full head of it, adding to his darkened visage.


| Weapon(s) |
The only thing close to a weapon Garhandor carries is a twisted black metal dagger for his rituals and gorings.

However, he has a wide variety of spellcraft at his disposal. Ranging from basic Primal Magic to Enthropy and Blood Magic spells that are capable of crushing large groups of foes at once. However, such spells are pricy even for him and he lacks melee skill. Weak-willed opponents and even strong willed can fall to his Enthropy and when that falls he can call upon the talents of blood and when all else fails, he will use basic Primal and Elemental spells to fend off his enemies.

| Potential Interest |
Really Garhandor has no interest in others unless his corruption is somehow broke, he is utterly tainted and obsessed with himself, believing himself too be a God.

| Family |
During the centuries and taint Garhandor has forgotten much of his former life. Including his family or details of them. This may change if the corruption is lifted.


| Personality |
Garhandor is utterly consumed by shadow and taint. His thoughts are all of himself and how things can benefit him, he is selfish, prideful, arrogant, untrusting, ruthless, merciless, driven, and hating. He carries no loyalty for anyone but himself and views the world as something to feast upon. One of his most interesting aspects is his superiority complex. He thinks of himself as a God in mortal flesh, that all are created to appease him in some way and anything else that harms the world is a threat to this rule. Therefor he views the Blight as something he must personally handle and whoever who would join him are pawns.

This also gives him an interesting view upon prey, Garhandor generally goes after tougher prey. Claiming they sustain him more, esteemed Templars, Magi, and even Grey Wardens. He enjoys to toy with his game. Slowly killing them with either blood magic, or tearing their sanity asunder with Enthropy Spells and smiling as they either kill themselves or become mindless husks, easy prey.

| History |
Most of Garhandor's history is lost even to him but I will tell you even what he doesn't know...

Garhandor was born on a small farm and soon found out to be a Human of Magical Talent, he was sent to the tower of Magi and was very weak mage compared to his peers. He was outclassed in nearly every aspect, intelligence, wisdom and even pure power. He became jealous over time of everyone around him, the jealousy began to drive him. The young male soon began searching through tomes of ways to increase of his power. Soon a solution peered through.

Blood Magic.

Garhandor began sneaking into cellars of the tower and learning the magic in secret. He used his malice and his jealousy to fuel his ambitions. Slowly be became more and more powerful through his newfound art. He focused mainly in the art of warping minds and reality, Enthropy. His talent was obvious and he bgan blowing through lessons. Before the night of his Harrowing he was found out by a Templar guard in the cellar. The soldier was in fact weak-willed and his mind crushed, Garhandor quickly destroyed any ties of him to the tower and broke the phylactery they used to track him. He hid away within the tower's walls and slid out the next night.

The world was vast and he decided he'd need to be cruel to survive. He robbed travelers and killed them for their blood for years. Fleeing from the Templars. He found more and more tomes of Blood Magic and exercised his art with deep passion for power. Soon he became obsessed with immortality and he found it, by draining life from his victims he remained alive, he did this for generations, moving from one place to another. During times of the Blight he aided in the war of the Darkspawn each time, viewing the creatures as a threat to his rule.

His art became more and more powerful as the years left. Soon Templars, or atleast the Footsoldiers and Sergeants of their order became mice to him. Eventually he started hunting Wardens and Magi, believing them as stronger prey, in this crucible of evolution of kill upon kill his pride and nature flourished and he grew darker. But upon the start of the fifth Blight, he left the Shadows again, to defend his world as he saw it.

+ Garhandor is a known Priest and Templar killer, he has committed a multitude of bloody atrocities against the Chantry and has managed to escape each time.

+ Garhandor has become a mage of folk-legend as well, in some tales he breaks into windows and devours children in others he is more or less compared to a vampire.

+ Garhandor has a liking of alcohol, particularly beers and ales. A liking he rarely indulges upon.

+ Spoiler: Garhandor is actually homosexual, though again due to his current needs and ambitions love is off the table in anyway fashion or form.

+ While Garhandor lacked talent long ago he was actually rather handsome and charismatic, this however was damaged by years of scarring and the taint.

So begins...

Garhandor Lyrdius's Story

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(Posted with permission of Pyramids.)

The Templars ran right into a trap, a large group of Darkspawn hit them not far from Ostegar. What was worse, the Darkspawn hunting party was being lead by multiple mages of their kind. Flinging a multiple of spells to try to cripple the retreating forces and pin them for a large group of warriors, Hurlock and Genlock to finish of.

The battle drew something else too...

It wasn't long before a loud screech was heard and a Darkspawn Mage standing on a rock to get a vantage point was dropping to his knees. Blood rushing from the creature's eyes and mouth as if it had been torn inside out. A green mist fell over some of the Darkspawn and Templars who were quickly swept up in a bloody frenzy attack both friend and foe with abandon. Only the most willful Templars who where hit by the mist retained their sanity. Atop the rock in the Darkspawn Emissary's place was now a mage drapped in red and black, a hateful gleam in tainted red eyes as he flung ropes of what seemed to be blood across the battlefield, which soon turned to be acidic, burning through armor and flesh without mercy or distinguishing friend from foe.

Templars and Darkspawn alike he charged the Blood Mage were met by bolts of flame or more tendrils of controlled blood, pools of it ran across the ground and up the rock to fuel the mage's mana. It was simple to see he was a master of blood magic, for he drew all the blood the darkspawn and Templars drew against each other and used it to fuel his own attacks.

The mage's eyes quickly set upon Alan and he grinned, egging the Knight-Captain to challenge him. But more and more Darkspawn were arriving, drawn for miles by the screeches and joyous sounds of battle of their kind. The Templars were slowly become outnumbered and even the new arrival was becoming overrun, having to throw cast another Frenzy spell across the field, trying to turn to their numbers against each other. In the fray he lept from his perch and began wading for the battlefield, his prize, his prey, the Knight-Captain. Oh! What a glorious scene as his two greatest foes tore themselves apart. But the joy was fleeting... Garhandor realized he needed help to escape now... Their were far to many creatures for him to fend off. So instead he switched his tactic.

A Templar, a Young Boy was pulled off his horse and was about to be executed. But Garhandor smashed the creature away with spike of ice, the monster screaming as Garhandor finished it with another, pulling the boy up and protecting him until he arrived at the Captain's postion. He then grinned as he grabbed the soldier he just saved and held a dagger to his neck, obviously unbothered by the fray about them. "I think you know me Captain... And I think you need my help now... And furthermore, you want this boy alive?" A Darkspawn tried attacking from behind, only to be caught in a web of blood forming behind Garhandor. "So what do you say... The enemy of my enemy is my friend, aye?"

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Selena Morgross Witchcraft


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Selena being by the group watching the ordeal with the apostate and then seeing the fight and Darkspawn arriving cursed and jumped from where she sat perched watching the area. She made her way threw the area using Arcane bolts and fire, and lightning strikes to kill some off. When it became to much she shifted to that of a animal picking a eagle this time she flew high up into the air getting a eagle eye view of the whole ordeal. She screeched out into the night and landed beside them. She was more then annoyed at the situation at hand. She swore she would pay her mother back for this. She sighed. "Twas not the way I would have had my appearance made but I havent another choice as of now it seems. You are outnumbered." She stated ofcorse everyone knew this but she thought it best to say it anyways. "And as such it seems you may need help and rather then die at the hands of my mother or darkspawn I have decided to be of service and help." She states in a annoyed tone glowering at them all.

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Kithic had been shocked at the large number of creatures coming to attack them, she thought that maybe they would be focusing on the army farther down from them, where the kings dead body lay. Then again...perhaps they were finished with that. Wiping some blood off of her face she pushed her magic forward, shoving several creatures back and throwing a few of the smaller ones. She ran to the edg of the templars, trying to see if there was a way away from all this...but it looked as if they were outnumbered and surrounded. Distracted and backed into a small group with swords Kithic watched as a mage wove blood around the battlefield as easily as others used magic. She knew that magic, it was in her book. It was supposed to be terribly strong and highly addictive. Dangerous stuff yet oh so intriguing. 'Study him later Kithic, right now focus on getting the hell out of here' she thought with a small grin.

A bird landed bext to them and shifted into a woman. A mage? Her clothing was strange, and she looked to be quite annoyed with the whole thing. Kithic put up a small shield of magic just in time to block the crashing body of one of the darkspawn and a few arrows. She couldn't hold it for long and switching to another spell quickly she sent flames in the direction of the attacks, burning a few armourclad templars and some darkspawn. It wasn't much, and now the smell of burning flesh would attract even more. Her arms dropped to her sides, she was starting to feel a little dizzy.

"Any help you can offer would be much appreciated. I think if we can simply open a gap in the horde we might be able to push through to safety. Maybe. Then again, we could also just be eaten here like all the Grey Wardens. I don't know about you but that doesn't sound too appealing to me." She was rambling, and starting to hyperventilate. 'Breath' she would not let fear stop her now.

Another sheet of fire was shot from her outstretched arm to cover some more creatures in flames. Maybe she could just cook the lot of thm and the horde would be distracted by the flesh and eat their own kind. She chuckled at the thought but was stopped short when a stabbing pain hit her shoulder. An arrow had made it past the flames and into her left shoulder, and it hurt. She stopped casting her spell and grabbed the arrow, yelling at the pain. A tempting thought crossed her mind, she could use the same magic as that other mage, after all she didn't need to cut herself now. She shook her head and before she could think anything else Kitchic broke the arrow off so it was stopping her from bleed too heavily but only slightly sticking out of her shoulder. It still hurt too much and she didn't want to move her arm but she had no choice until she could get to safety.

A soldier next to her was getting his limbs yanked and dragged by a creature and she stared in a haze without really focusing. With a rip and pop his arm was taken from his body by it and he screamed, but the sound was slowly fading. Kithic watched in morbid fascination as the man was ripped apart by more of them. She must have moved away from the group while she was casting spells because her and the man were closer to the horde than everyone else. A snuffling was heard and she turned, her reaction time slowed as she groggily sent out some more ice. Her desperation bled into the force of her magic, creating a wave of sorts that curled up and blocked off about thirty of the things, a couple were caught in the ice including the soldier who was next to her and she scrambled back, too tired to do anymore spells. Watching some of them go around the ice wall and some beat against it in fury she kept walking backwards before turning and limping to the rest of the group. When had she hurt her leg? Looking down she saw a part of her pants leg was burnt away and her leg was red and bleeding. "Huh. Interesting." her voice was slurring and she leaned on a random soldier for a moment to shake her head. She hoped they would get out of this place soon.

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Selena Morgross Witchcraft


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Selena watched the young mage driven by the smoke to act insanely. Selena chuckled. She herself was lucky to have enough willpower to withstand the green smoke though her head was spinning and the green smoke was making her feel ill. She still could focus and she seemed almost amused at the site. Watching for a few moments as almost the entire army of the Templers was consumed in the smoke's wrath turning them insane and making them pierce eachother and the darkspawn alike. It was amusing and pitiful. This was the army that was supposed to control the circle mages? She didn't know which was more pathetic, The Circle Magi for not having over ran the Templers whom seem to more then weak or the Templers themselves for being so weak. It was truly something to think about later. Now was the time to fight. She wondered what she could do to rid the land of this annoying green smoke. It was gas, which meant it was in the air. If she had a large enough wingspan she could blow the smoke away. Could she not? She was not powerful enough to change into a dragon. Not even the largest bird could rid the entire area of smoke. She began to try and come up with a plan as she fought against the Darkspawn. The smoke continuing to make her feel ill. Shooting arcane bolts was the most easiest of spells seeing as it required little mana and she had spent enough of that and she still needed to be able to shift into another animal when the time was right. So this was what she stuck with. Arcane bolts and thinking. Maker this smoke was sickening. Focus. She finally figured out of a bird that was just in her mana reach that would still have a large enough wingspan to ensure she could work on clearing the smoke. It was known as the Wandering Albatross which typically ranged from 8 ft 3 in to 11 ft 6 in, with a mean span 10 ft 2 in. "I'll clear this smoke for you, stay in this group and don't wander off. Fight them make a path and I'll clear the air and see you on the other side." She smirked. She truly didn't care for the others input so she changed and began quickly flapping her wings to rid the land of the infernal green smoke first. She rose high into the air and took in as much of the clean oxygen into her lungs as she could before doing so. She was correct it only allowed her minimal amount and as the girl walked away further from the group she could not make the gust of air large enough to actually clear her head. Foolish girl. Stop, Focus. She continued to flap her wings creating the gust of wind that would slowly but surely clear the air around them. It of corse didn't rid the smoke from the air around them completely. But it hopefully would do. Selene had wasted more then enough of her Mana that would allow her to fight. For now she was stuck as a bird flapping its large wings to clear as much smoke as she could for the group as they fought. Truthfully she somewhat liked this outcome.

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It was a trap. Who knew that creatures such as these could manage such a feat?

Alan, his men, and the two...accessories they were fleeing with had suddenly found themselves surrounded by a mob of Darkspawn. Emissaries were the first to strike. Massive fireballs hurled over their heads, slamming against the ground and exploding, covering the forces in flames. The second wave of their surprise attack was met with much more opposition, Alan readied his troops, "Douse it boys!" Roars from the soldiers resounded along the field, and at the captain's words an invisible dome formed around the entirety of the army. Once in range, the flames were completely negated, disappearing into just a few stray embers. Ones the initial strikes ceased, the Templars moved forward, many of them still hand their hands held up high, generating the magic dispelling field.

"Everyone who isn't holding the barrier, move outside and cut down any hostiles, Amell, Apostate lay down covering fire around our squad, break up clusters and keep the ones holding the barrier safe! " Alan barked out orders like a true commander. For all he knew, Gregoir could be as cold and lifeless as the King--then he would be the Knight-Commander. Somewhere inside the thought invigorated the captain. "Potts, you're on me!" Ethan was right behind him, along with the two mages--or so he thought. "Potts!" Alan looked around--there was no sign of the boy.

"Captain! There's someone--ack!" He looked on in awe as the body of the Templar speaking was completely drained of his blood. Deflated and wrinkled, the empty skin of the man just lied stretched on the ground. The horrific sight brought back memories in his mind. Like lightning, the images of the past replayed themselves, every emotion, every fit of rage, every hopeless cry, every ounce of hate had arisen from had resurfaced and stung like brand new. The wounds on Alan's back felt as if they were stinging now. He looked upwards, towards the direction of the blood flow, there a ghastly man stood, shrouded in dark clothing. To the captain's horror, the wicked man had Ethan Potts in his clutches.

"I think you know me Captain... And I think you need my help now... And furthermore, you want this boy alive?" A Darkspawn tried attacking from behind, only to be caught in a web of blood forming behind Garhandor. "So what do you say... The enemy of my enemy is my friend, aye?"

Alan blinked his eyes a few times--for a moment he felt as if he were staring directly at Rorik, his old slavemaster from Tevinter. But no, Rorik wouldn't make bargains, and the Magister could only dream of becoming as powerful as this man that stood before him.

"Garhandor Lyridius." The captain snarled. The Maker was serving up every single thing he'd wish for right now. His first instinct was to draw his blade, unlike Desdemona, Lyridius was a man that the Circle could not contain. He was a murderer, a twisted, evil being that time had forgotten--that time had let slip into the shadows.

But Alan wasn't time. And he wouldn't let Garhandor get away. Ostagar could be burning beneath his very feet, but this man would not get away. And then Daylen chimed in.

"You have dabbled in blood magic for a long time. You can be healed, however. There are spells and rituals to restore you to the man you once were and the monster that was once a blood mage would be dead. I believe that there is a regulation against killing the truly repentant," Daylen gave Alan a look of instruction.

"Repentant? Restore? There's nothing redeeming left inside of him Amell! Look at him!" Alan turned his head back to face the malevolent force. It was then that he locked eyes with Ethan. The young recruit. This boy was a soul untainted by magic's corruption. He knew nothing of the cycle of pain and malice that it creates. Those brown eyes of his, once so full of fire when he stood up to him to protect Daylen--a mage, were now weak, and almost entirely devoid of what was once there. Alan then looked at the Darkspawn, and the barrier that was being bombarded by flames. It was weakening, and soon it would fall.

Alan clinched his free fist tight. He looked down to his greaves, covered in mud and blood. His hand, reached behind his belt, gripping his blade's hilt fell limp beside his hip. "Dammit!" Alan's voice must have traveled half way to Lothering it was so loud. It was a roar full of agony and anger. "Lyridius, I'll take your offer, but if you show any signs of breaking your word, I won't hesitate to shove my weapon through that gaunt little throat of yours." Every word he spoke carried a large weight. He had never felt such a loathing towards anyone since Rorik. "Drop Potts. Now."

At the word, the barrier around them shattered, and a bird, glowing bright with magic, floated down. Once it touched against the earth, the bird had taken shape of a woman. Alan was tired of Mages, but this one was much more easy on the eyes. She spoke some nonsense about her mother killing them, right now though, his mind was too clouded to analyze it. All he knew was that he had one more arm between him and the Darkspawn, and now that he was traveling with a certified blood mage, there was no way he'd die here.

Alan looked upon the casualties from the surprise Darkspawn attack, and Lyridius's assault. There was no need to heal anyone, it wouldn't help anyway.

"We'll be under heavy fire from the enemies spell casters, Mages, keep those fireballs away from us! Templars, carve a path! Lothering isn't far once we past the Wilds!"

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Kithic could barely hear the man shouting orders, her energy was low and despite the giant bird claering most of the gas, she didn't feel any clearer. Perhapps she had just exhausted too much mana and it wasn't the gas causing her to stumble along. Then again the arrow in her shoulder and her burnt leg could also be factors in this .... off feeling. She watched as those around her started to make a little progress through the horde, pushing and fighting and defending from the monsters quickly and tightly.

Out of nowhere a fireball came soaring through the air at the group and acting on impulse Kithic put up a small barrier over the top of where it should have landed. It bounced (who knew these things bounced?) off the magic barrier and flew right to a cluster of darkspawn, their shrieks filling the air as more and more of them were fried. Her head was a little clearer with the smell of burning flesh but her spells were getting weaker, she could see it.

Not having a clue where they were going to end up she simply walked as close to the mage, the commander and the random mage that appeared with his blood magic. She cast as many patches of ice behind the group, slowing down as many as she could and when a fireball came she switched between sending fire at it with enough force to push it away and putting up a barrier. If she didn't stop soon she would pass out on the ground and most likely be eaten before she ever even saw a Dragon.

"Oh how these things turn out," she had never even intended on joining in the stupid fight and now here she was, fighting by a bunch of templars.

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Selena continued flapping her large wings blowing as much of the green vapors away as she could as the group moved so did she. She continued this act seeing as even if the vapors weren't poisoning them the vapors clung to the air in a thick fog like manner. And deeper into the path it would block there vision keeping many a enemy hidden from behind the veil of vapors. So she worked on clearing the fog so they could also better see. She had spent to much mana to return to her form and be of any use to the fighting. once she returned she knew she would have no hopes of being able to caste any spell. She only hoped she didn't end up falling to her knees before that of templers and circle magi. She'd rather take her chances with the fellow apostate and blood mage then that.

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"We'll be under heavy fire from the enemies spell casters, Mages, keep those fireballs away from us! Templars, carve a path! Lothering isn't far once we past the Wilds!"

"Easier said than done!" Daylen cried, twirl his staff. Fireballs were not easy to dispel, considering that they flared into existence for one moment in a fiery explosion. All he could do was put up shields and barriers around the others while firing back some of his own, making sure to aim for the emissaries or any mobs of darkspawn that got too close.

As it was, the darkspawn's numbers were thinning, but that did not stop them from attacking their group without any regard for their own lives. They probably had none. Not with the Archdemon leading them. Daylen frowned and called upon a chain of lightning to go from one of them to the other until it dissipated, killing about five of them in quick succession.

Despite the battle, however, Daylen could not help but glance at the other mages. He had never met so many apostates. He was curious. The women seemed to be normal. The one that was with them, Kithic, was powerful if inexperienced. The other one, though... He had never heard of transforming by magic like she did. What concerned him, however, was the blood mage. There was something dark about him. Something twisted.

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The murky greens and browns of the Korcari Wilds stretched in front of them. The men and women darted through the enormous trees, attempting to put as much space between them and the horde as humanly [or elfly] possible. Alan and his men, blades in hand, cut through whatever bulky vines that lie in their way, and though stray spawn were strewn about, it finally seemed as if the horrors of Ostagar were behind the group. Coming to a small clearing beside swampy waters the large group stopped to catch their breath. Alan instructed his men to take a break, many of them were injured, and the few of them that weren't were wrought with intense amounts of fatigue.

Into The Wilds

The fog of the area had grown deeper the further they went. Alan tried to find a break in it above, but it seemed to touch even the top of the tallest trees. The wretched stuff blanketed their path, making any travel forward a journey in itself. Being so close to a real bed and food, and to be barred now infuriated the captain.

"Anyone who's well enough to defend themselves, spread out and search the area! I want landmarks, supplies, survivors, anything that might help us get out of here! Stay in pairs, and don't try and be a hero, come back it anything happens. I'm not wasting anymore soldiers on this mission." Only six soldiers rose to the task. The rest were too beaten to go out--Alan nodded, and the six men broke into pairs, and began to wade through the fog. The Wilds were expansive, and any map that they may have had of the lands were long gone now.

Alan took a moment to observe the company he was currently in. A league of robes, he'd never traveled with so many that weren't in chains.

Daylen Amell. A proud mage. Capable, and as reliable as a one of their kind could be.

Kithic Desdemona. She was a young one. Her frost magic was something worthy of note, especially to have been so newly awakened. Still though, she was untrained, wild. He'd see to it that she's immediately admitted to the Circle after all of this was over.

And then, Lyridius. The monster. Out of them all, what brought him the most unrest was this man. Even now, Alan felt as if he were betraying himself being with him. Even now he wanted to draw his blade, and stab him through the heart. But he was a man of his word, and Alan would still himself until they were completely free from the Darkspawn. Still, the captain kept close watch of him, and he doubt the blood mage didn't notice this.

Finally, there was this newcomer. He didn't even know her name. A shape that stirred him, and eyes that intrigued him. Alan approached, calmly, with clear intent, like a lion inching towards his prey. Inches away from her he stopped, this time though, he was interested in what clothes she did have on, rather than what she did not. They were cloths native to the Chasind barbarians that dwelled in the forest. With his hand that was free of steel, he ran a finger through a lock of the woman's hair.

"Those are...interesting robes. You're from here, aren't you?" His blue eyes were starring deep into hers. The captain's sights were locked, his blue orbs full of desire. "You can help us get out of here."

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Kithic sighed as she lay on the ground. Her shoulderand leg hurt and she was exhausted. It was a good thing they were resting for a bit, she hadn't thought she would be capable of casting so many spells almost all at once. She hadn't gotten a chance to study any of the darkspawn, or the mages. And this man, the one in charge, he frightened her. He knew her name so that brought on the question of how much more he knew.

There were so many templars, it made her feel uneasy. she stood and stretched, examining her injuries and thinking quickly. She could probably still get away once they got close to a town. Then she could hide in a wagon or storage shed until they stopped looking. She had been evadjng the circle for years now, she wasn't going to give up now.

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Selena Morgross Witchcraft


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When they had made it to the Kokari Wilds, Selene was already sitting on anearby rock waiting for them. She had changed back to her true form and trying to regain her strength and mana. "Ahh, fresh air. 'Twas difficult to breathe with all that self-righteousness crowding the air." She said out loud aiming for the other to hear her. At this point a random male Templer appeared and ran a finger through her hair and spoke to her about her clothes he was looking at her his blue eyes caked with desire. She looked at him in disgust as he spoke. She debating killing him right then and there. How dare he lay a finger on her. Insufferable Male! I shall have the last laugh! "You can help us get out of here." He said to her which only disgusted her more. She grabbed his hand as he touched her and narrowed her golden eyes in annoyance and disgust as she looked at him. "Ah, the social strata quickly makes itself evident no matter where one goes." She says with malice in her voice not even bothering to answer his question or statement. She was here wasn't she? She did not leave them. She was here. Did that not strike him as this meaning she was to lead them the way out. Or was he truly this blinded by his own ego...perhaps he was as ignorant and weak as she first thought.

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