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Selena Morgross Witchcraft

"The Chasind have tales of we witches... I have prowled shadows that you never dreamed existed. Am I an unnatural abomination, to be put to the torch?"

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

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❝Selena Morgross Witchcraft❞
The Chasind have tales of we witches... I have prowled shadows that you never dreamed existed. Am I an unnatural abomination, to be put to the torch?"

Themesongs:-

For Her life Life: Orianthi|Suffocated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XbaJ94b5dH8

To the person she Loves: Boys Like Girls -Hero/Heroine ]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15ukJxqPvuE&list=PLCD94518EF1ACEEB1



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| Selena |
[Selena Morgross Witchcraft]

| Nickname |
[Witch Of The Wilds]

| Gender |
[Females]

| Age |
[20]

| Sexuality |
[Straight]

| Race |
[ Elf]

| Status |
[Mage]

| Eye Color |
[Yellow]

| Hair Color |
[Midnight Black]

| Height |
[5]

| Weight |
[100]

| Skin Tone |
[Pale white]

| Distinct Markings |
[She has a tattoo]

| Physical Description |
[Selena has black curly hair, yellow or golden eyes, full pouty lips, gothic like makeup, a nice model like body complete with a big bust, long legs, hour glass curves, flat stomach and evenly proportioned body, slim figure. Her whole body is truly appealing to the eye. She walks with grace and determination. Her strides long and whispy making her walk seem more like a elaborate dance then anything. She has sharp features and a sort of sadness in her yellow eyes. ]

Specialization:
Shapeshifter

| Weapon(s) |
[Magic staff:
Spellfury
Staff of the Magister Lord]

| Potential Interest |
[Galen Tolland ]

| Family |
Father: Unknown|unknown|unknown
Mother: Rose | many centuries | Alive
Siblings: Yavana |Unknown | Unknown

| Personality |
When someone first meets Selena the first thought one has is “what a bitch.” Selena is a bitch. She's cruel, sarcastic, witty, bitter, ruthless, and has no tolerance for idiocy. Her remarks often leave one thinking that same phrase: “what a bitch.” On the surface, that's all one gets of Selena, and that's exactly how she wants it. What you see of her, is what she shows you. Nothing more.

The statements Selena makes are biting, they're spiteful, and they hurt. A person named Liliana was the first to actually point this out to her, telling her pointblank that the things she says hurts his feelings. She laughs at him. Selena grew up in a cold world, a world where if you didn't look out for yourself you would die, because nobody else was going to look out for you. At an early age she was taught that the world was a cruel place and she should expect nothing from it. Selena tells a story about how she went out to Lothering secretly as a child and came across a noble woman in her carriage. There she found a beautiful golden mirror, she was enthralled with it, it was the most elaborate thing she'd ever seen. This was her first exposure to how others lived, her childlike wonder lead her to steal the mirror. She ran back to the hut clutching it tightly, thrilled with her new treasure. Her mother was not so thrilled. In fact she was furious, furious that Selena risked being spotted for something so petty, so trivial, so stupid. She smashed the mirror, all the while beating Selena for her transgression. It was a lesson she'd never forget.

That simple lesson shaped who Selena would turn into. In Selena's world, beauty and love are fleeting, they have no meaning at all. The only things that do have meaning are survival and power. Selena's philosophy of life is survival of the fittest, if you're too stupid to keep yourself alive, then don't expect any help from her. She believes that if she hadn't learned the lessons she had from her mother, she wouldn't be alive today. When others help people she disapproves viewing them as weak. To her, those people aren't worth her time, they should be helping themselves. After all, she had to.

She grew up practically alone in a very cold world, raised by a woman that had seen the worst of the worst. Her childhood wasn't pleasant. At one point she was trapped in the spirit dimension known as the Fade, where she was confronted with a spirit impersonating her mother. Selena wasn't fooled by this though, in fact the only thing she said the Fade Spirit got right was having her “mother” slap her. This indicates that she grew up in harsh and abusive environment. While the environment was excellent for developing her survival instincts and sharp wit, it was detrimental to her emotional development. Selena has no idea how to act in public or how to interact with other people. She doesn't understand the outside world, she admits that she knows nothing of the customs most humans take for granted such as knowing when to look someone in the eye, or when to shake someone's hand. All of these things are things that she never had to learn living in the wild, and when she's thrown into the outside world it's a bit overwhelming for her.

It wasn't just the outside world that Selena finds overwhelming though, she's also a fish out of water when it comes to interacting with other people. When the Warden presents her with the gift of a Gold Mirror she has no idea how to react. She's never gotten a gift before that didn't come with strings attached and at first she's convinced you must want something in return. When she finally accepts that it's just a gift, she actually admits she doesn't know what to say. She has no social skills and has no skill for actually making, and keeping, friends. Yet, at the same time, she desperately wants them. Deep down underneath her bitch exterior Selena is actually a very vulnerable and broken individual.

The first time Selena speaks of the mirror she stole, she states that sometimes she wonders what might have happened to that little girl with the mirror. Another time she states that she envies you for being able to say that you loved your mother. These are things that she wishes she could have but they're also things that she knows she never will have. She's built up exceptionally thick walls to protect herself from the hardships of the world. Her prickly exterior protects a very soft interior, which she'd do anything to keep secret and away from harm. Friendship is one of the few things she actually fears.

When you actually reach friendship with her, she makes a statement that proves just how much she wants friendship and craves companionship. She tells the person that she knows she may not deserve their friendship, but that she greatly values it. This is after she actually admits how terrible she is with people. At that moment she almost starts to cry, and so she quickly pushes you away. That's her answer to getting close to someone, she pulls away. She's terrified of close relationships because they invite feelings into her that she's never had before, feelings she doesn't understand. All of her life she was taught that love and friendship were things to be avoided, and now she has no idea how to handle them. The only thing she knows how to do is flee, and that's exactly what she does.

The truth of the matter is that Selena allows people to see what she wants, and what she wants people to see is a bitch. However, this isn't to say that she's actually a wonderful person hidden deep within walls of bitterness. She's not. What she hides is her vulnerability, fear, and regret. A lot of what you do see of Selena, is just Selena. She really does believe strongly in the idea of survival of the fittest, that's how she grew up and she knows it's the only way to survive a harsh environment. she has an indomitable will, it's actually the strongest of all the party members. Selena is one of the only people to not be fooled by the Fade Spirit's Nightmare. She values independence, freedom, and power above all things and views the mages that follow the Circle rule over them as fools for allowing themselves to be cowed by the Templars, locked away in a pretty little tower. Power is something she sees as being essential to both her survival and her freedom. She's also not above manipulation, if it will get her what she wants, she won't hesitate to bat her eyes and play the weak girl. She has an exceptionally low opinion of the Chantry and the Tower Mages. Their views disgust her, so what if they are abominations? It doesn't matter as long as they're free.

Another thing Selena hates is idiocy, she doesn't tolerate it and she's very cruel to those she deems idiotic. This is most apparent in her interactions.
Lilana: Because it hurts my manly feelings, you know. All one of them.
Selena: Then I'll be sure to write you an apology once all of this is over.
Lilana: I was educated by the Chantry. I studied history. They don't make stupid templars.
Selena: Then I must have been mistaken. I'm very impressed.
Lilana: No you're not. You're not even listening to me.
Selena: My, you are smarter than you look after all. Your Chantry must have been very proud.

When Selena thinks something she generally says it. No matter who it is or how it will make them feel, she says it. In fact, when it comes to Liliana, she's down right cruel most of the time. Then again, she can be cruel with others. Most of her statements are very sarcastic in nature, though they often also have a bitter undertone to them. She's also rather expressive, both in her facial expressions and the way she speaks. She has a poetic quality to her speech that occasionally makes it sound like she's just telling a story. More than likely this is a trait she picked up from her mother. Her facial expressions and hand gestures also tend to be a bit over exaggerated, fitting in with her sarcastic words perfectly. Selena is a person that can cut you down with a few words, she's not someone you want to cross.

Selena isn't all biting sarcasm and inner vulnerability though, there are a few strange traits that make her oddly innocent and childlike. She adores jewelery, most of the gifts you give her are pieces of jewelery or little trinkets. She has a fascination with the beauty and elegance of jewelery and gets quite excited (or at least as excited as one such as Morrigan gets) when presented with gifts like that. She also becomes enamored with the Denerim Marketplace, wondering aloud about how busy it is and asking if it's always like this. When it comes down to it, Selena really is an innocent. Her viewpoints on life are much more like an animals viewpoints than a humans, after all that's what she grew up around.

All in all, Selene is a complex character, she hides behind a hard exterior because that's all she knows. In the end she's afraid that if she lets someone in, it will lead to her undoing.

| History |
[What was your characters history like?]
[hr]Selena is supposedly the daughter of the original Witch of the wilds thought to be a legendary and fearsome person who has (again, supposedly) walked the Korcari Wilds for centuries. Selena is reluctant (or unable) to confirm her mother's actual background. Whatever her mother's history, she did raise Selena, quite isolated from civilized society; because of this, Selena has had limited interaction with fellow humans (though her shapeshifting has provided solace in the company of animals). She generally dislikes the race of man, but finds herself intrigued by exceptional specimens.

(When first meeting the warden) "Well, well, what have we here? Are you a vulture, I wonder? A scavenger poking amidst a corpse whose bones have been long since cleaned? Or merely an intruder, come into these darkspawn filled wilds of mine in search of... easy prey?"
"The Chasind have tales of we witches... I have prowled shadows that you never dreamed existed. Am I an unnatural abomination, to be put to the torch?"
"Men are always willing to believe two things about a woman: one, that she is weak, and two, that she finds him attractive."
"Apparently everyone seems to agree that a Blight is the perfect time to start killing each other. Marvelous, really."
"How odd. Now we have a dog... and Liliana is still the dumbest one in the party."
(On the Circle Tower) "So the mages are all locked within? A fitting end for all those who gave up their own freedom."
(After the shriek attack) "What will they send next - darkspawn tax collectors?"
(On the Warden Intimidating Lothering's Revered Mother) "Now we threaten priests - how fun!"
(On Dog) "(Scoffs) He is just trying to be manipulative. I can tell. I do it too."
(Witch Hunt) "Mother once told me that temptation lies in the forbidden. 'Do not follow me,' I said, and slipped into the shadows. Some doors should never be re-opened."
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Equipment

Outfit
Kokari Robes

Magic staff:
Spellfury
Staff of the Magister Lord

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Selena Morgross Witchcraft's Story

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In the Kokari wilds a hut sat where two elven mages outside the circle lived. There names were Selena Morgross Witchcraft and her mother was known only as Rose. Rose was a very powerful mage. Having lived for many a centuries and her power only continuing to grow in that time. She of corse was as mad as a hatter without the charm. And her daughter Selena had lived with her for many days taking on the abuse and insanity her mother gave out. It scarred the lass pretty badly and shaped her into the person she is now.

Selena had long black curly hair, yellow or golden eyes, full pouty lips, gothic like makeup, a nice model like body complete with a big bust, long legs, hour glass curves, flat stomach and evenly proportioned body, slim figure. Her whole body is truly appealing to the eye. She walked with grace and determination. Her strides long and whispy making her walk seem more like a elaborate dance then anything. She has sharp features and a sort of sadness in her eyes. She wears a most revealing outfit that was most though she herself knew not of this. She made it to fit her own fashion taste. Not to mention she had not much cloth to go on. It was made of many materials, dark in color. Her mother on the other hand wore a almost chantry looking dress, her white hair tangled and messy, her blue eyes narrowed as always.

Selena held a powerful staff known as Spellfury while her mother held the staff known as Staff of the Magister Lord. They kept it with them at all times for just in case measures even though her mother and Selena mostly used the shapeshifter spell to fight it did prove nice to have extra back up.

Selena looked towards her mother with whom looked to her. They themselves at this time were battling the darkspawn protecting there hut from the creatures that had lurked in there forest for days now. She growled at the beast now taking the form of a mighty black bear as she ripped them limb from limb violently. Her mother had transformed herself into a dragon. Showing off her great power as she blew fire onto her enemies roasting them alive as there growls and roars echoed out into the night.

Selena struck the creatures clawing and biting and her mother trampled them and blew fire upon them. Selena did not have to worry about taking in the Darkspawn blood for her mother would help in the case of her being poisoned but even so she spit the blood out each time she had taken any inside her mouth. And soon enough they were running with there tails or whatever was back there, behind there legs. Her mother then took off to see if any survivors were around and if they were she would help as best she could. This blight threatened more then any of the wardens, mages, dwarfs, or templers knew.

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Rose returned from her flight transforming back to the old elf she looked at Selena. "Go girl. Fine the Grey Wardens. Help them." Was the only thing she said. Selena seemed both shocked and furious. Instantly they began to fight and as fate would have it Selena packed her things and walked away annoyed with her mother and unsure of what to do or where to go. She slipped through the woods with almost to much ease her golden eyes narrowed and her curly black hair tossed over one shoulder and cascading down her back in waves. She herself held no knowledge of where she should go or what she should do. She saw many a rare sights in her travels but never had she dared engage another being. This would a first. She walked silently and gracefully through the area seeing the mages of the circle, she eyed then with distaste. Listening to them but seeing no need to engage the ones who willingly allowed themselves to be the Templer's slaves. She decided it better to watch them in silence. Study them. Perhaps they will be of use to her yet. Perhaps she can learn something. Though she doubted it. It was at least something to think about and decide. She hid in the shadows near them listening to the words. The male seemed to be talking to a female. His movements reminded her of a lion stalking it's prey. His eyes were that of a snake. She pitied the poor lass this was certainly someone who had fled the circle. Someone she should help. Correct? But then again she let her guard down. She allowed them to capture her. Survival of the fittest. She debated with herself deciding either to help the female or just leave the situation be.

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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 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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As the night (or was it morning now?) wore on, Daylen found that the templars and the mages were making good time. If the Maker smiled on them, they could make it to friendly territory before day broke. There, maybe he could find some information on the Wardens. There had to at least be one surviving. As he thought this, however, heard a roar. Darkspawn, but that wasn't the worst of it.

Templars and darkspawn alike were ripped into pieces before him, a reddish haze surrounding them as the blood coalesced. His horse whinnied from both the attack and the unnatural magic before him. It was all Daylen could do to tumble off the horse lest he was throne off. Falling to the ground, he grunted, but that did not stop him from standing up and uttering a counter-spell. He spoke firmly, his eyes shining.

"In nomen of Andraste quod Plasmator, permissum totus malum alica quod phasmatis subsisto. Reverto ut Fade quod Oblivio ut specto vos."

A blue glow enveloped him before surging past him, engulfing templar, mage, and darkspawn alike. It was a spell from the Litany of Adrila, written in old Arcanum. It was meant to counter and dispel blood magic as well as demons while keeping any mage from within its bounds from casting blood magic. From the sounds the darkspawn made, it harmed them as well, which gave credence to the theory that a most vile kind of dark magic bound them together. Daylen would have to write or tell First Enchanter Irving of his finding.

At last, it seemed that the fight reached lull and Daylen heard the words of the blood mage as well as a strange apostate that appeared to join them. The blood mage, however, seemed to be the greater threat, however.

"Why should we work with you?" he asked the blood mage, his voice full of contempt, "Just as soon as it is convenient for you, you'd feed on our life force to feed your own power."

Taking a closer look, Daylen could not tell what race the blood mage was. His robes hid him, but he felt great corruption coming off the man it waves, though not to the extent of the darkspawn. His face softened.

"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 stated. He glanced at Alan as a reminder. Truthfully, Daylen did not hold much hope that the blood mage would take his offer, but it was worth a try and he knew that if he did, he'd be confined to his room, under guard. But it was better than living like this. Alone, blood magic and the Rite of Tranquility held the dangerous position of destroying a person's being while the former destroyed and corrupted the soul in addition.

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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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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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Daylen watched Alan with barely contained disgust. Really, had the man been away from women so long that he could not contain himself? He made his way over to the Knight-Captain and the apostate, delivering a smart thack to the back of the man's head, just enough to convey the man's displeasure. Before he could respond with a threat or a smite, Antius glowered at him.

"Really, Gregoir would do worse if he saw what I saw. Perhaps it would be proper to ask the good woman how she intends to help us and, more importantly, why?" he stated before turning his gaze towards the Chasind, "I highly doubt the Circle or the Templars have done anything to earn good overtures, so do you really intend to help us? And, if so, why?"

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Daylen frowned as he listened to the discussion between the Wtitch and the Knight-Captain. Truly, something was bothering him. Elves did not live among the Chasind. They were a human tribe. Even if elves did live among them, they'd die out via interbreeding. No. This woman was different. And just who was her mother? He thought for a moment, recalling the old tales of the Witches of the Wilds. Most dismissed these tales as idle fancy, but all tales had a basis in truth.

He frowned as Selena mocked mages and elves, but chose not to rise to her bait. Instead, he thought of the Wardens' whereabouts. The other apostate spoke up about the Wardens and he nodded in agreement. There might be something to be done after all. It depended upon Alan's cooperation.

"First Enchanter Irving allowed me to study the information the Circle has obtained upon the Wardens. It is possible to track down a surviving Warden. It would work best with a complete Joining potion, but it can be done without all the ingredients. If I am given a vial of darkspawn blood and lyrium, I can create a phylactery. It may be enough to track a Warden. For to be flawless, however, I would require the blood of an Archdemon or a High Dragon," he stated before looking over at Selena. He eyed her curiously.

"If I recall correctly, the Witches of the Wilds have ample supply of dragon blood. It can be used in many rituals. Did your mother pack you any?"

He smiled slightly at Alan, "Don't worry. The Chantry permits Mages to create a Joining potion. The Wardens signed a treaty with them in the Divine Age, upon the ascension of the first Divine. Apparently, a threat of a Blight gave them leeway. Not to mention the Wardens have proved themselves. Don't worry. I would not need to cut myself or murmur an incantation. It is not blood magic. If it was, the phylacteries would be too, wouldn't it?"