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Kalenvan Nororimeliten Entorvan

Yes im a mage, yes a ran from the circle. I am a free man and will do what I see be just

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a character in “Dragon Age: The Grey in Between”, as played by dimon lord

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Kalenvan Nororimeliten Entorvan
[I have been given a job and i must see it though]


::The vendetta conspiracy::Two Steps From Hell - False King
::Two Steps From Hell Nemesis - Sons of War ::Two Steps from Hell - Heart of Courage
::Damnation Angels - Pride (The Warrior's Way) ::Two Steps from Hell - Undying Love

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Nickname: Van, the bladed spell, The Warden.

Gender:"I can assure you that I am a man"
Age; 22
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Race: Elf
Role: The surviving gray warden

Status: Arcane warrior (Mage)

Hair
Silver hair that seems to catch the light that drapes down to his shoulders

Eye
Eyes are sharp that look both kind and intimidating. One of His eyes are blue the other is red
Skin Tone: "I am a Mage what would to expect?" white and pail. looks like he needs to get out more

Height: five foot six inches.

Weight:164

Overall Appearance: Van looks like he really does need to get out more and has very white clean skin. Van looks like an elf that has managed to do well for himself because of the nice clothing that is made from silk. The thing that stands out the most on him is his eyes. With his left eye being red and his right being blue many people tend to stare. Van looks confident because he is often seen with a somewhat cocky smile on his face. Van would be considered handsome, not enough to get the attention of many people but people with take glances at him.

Personality: Van is a good guy who believes in doing whats right. He is charismatic and kind, a natural leader. Though Van believes in doing what is right He knows that there is a price for everything whether it is for doing a job or deciding what is more important. He knows that sometimes sacrifices need to be made. Van is energetic and can not sit still for too long, he will protect and go to grate measures to protect his friends. He can adapt to most situation's and act like a different person in front of other people if he believes it will help his cause, though cocky Van will bow to kings and lords if he truly needs there help.

History: Van when he was young was discovered that he possessed magical talents and was sent to one of the Circles bases. At the base life was hard, the tough training and eyes of the Templar's ever focused him took a tole on him but he had three meals a day and a bed to sleep on. Yes a hard life but one he could live with. A few years latter a new mage came to the base, and elf like himself. Latter he found out that the elf was his little brother. After his brother arrived there life became a living hell for him. He was bullied and picked on by the other mages and the Templar's merely watched at snickered to themselves. for Years this went on. Van did everything he could to help his little brother out but to little success. After Ten years Van could no longer see his brother suffer. Van made his move. Van grabbed some food supply and stole a few magical artifacts that interested him he took his little brother and made there escape. To make sure that they would have a head start Van took some ....[i]extreme
measures which involved a lot, and do mean a lot of fire.

For weeks they ran not careering were they went just as long as the other was safe. On the third week of being on the run. They set up camp for the night and cooked themselves some dinner. Van read more a tomb he had stolen that talked about mages who fought with blades with the last of there supply when they were ambushed by Darkspawn. At first it seemed like the two mages might win the fight but the Darkspawns numbers were to large. Van took an arrow to the thigh forcing him to fall back with his brother. His brother tuned to follow but blood spattered over Vans Face as he saw an arrow prodding from his brothers face. Shocked at his brothers death Van lost all reasoning. He picked up the sword of a fallen darkspawn and charged into there ranks. hacking his way left and right and firing off spells killing darkspawn left and right. Van suffered a score of minor wounds but knowing he was going to die he fought on. This continued for only about 90 seconds before the darkspawn backed off leaving Van covered in a score of wounds his vision starting to fail from blood loss. Is this the end? he thought, to make it this far to die at the hands of monsters?

The thundering of hooves echoed in the distance. Van raised his head to see several Templar slaughtering the darkspawn lead by an odd man. After the rest of the darkspawn had been driven off . The Templar and the odd man surrounded him. The Templar disused amongst themselves on how to deal with Van, ignoring the wounds that covered his body not that Van expected help. Van new that the Templar's were going to execute him. With Van strength gone His legs failed him. Unexpectedly he was caught by the odd man who had been leading the Templar's. His face was the last thing he saw before blacking out.

Van was suppressed that he woke up expecting to be killed when he was passed out. Not only was he alive his wounds had been cleaned and dressed. It was night and van looked around the camp and saw the man who had been leading the Templar's attending to a stew. The man's name was Duncan a Gray Warden he had saved him from both the Templar's and the darkspawn. When Van heard that he was to become a warden he simply excepted his fate because with his brother dead he had nowhere else to go, no other reason to continue livening. So Van traveled with Duncan to Ostagar.

Weapon: Van has a basic longsword.

Mount: None as of now
Potential Interest:no one yet but that could easily change.

So begins...

Kalenvan Nororimeliten Entorvan's Story

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Van withdrew his sword from the body of a org as one of the remaining tower guards lit the beacon. It had been a lot harder then he had been lead to believe but he got his first job as a warden done. He waited for a few seconds for the attack horns to ring. They did not nor would Van hear them instead he heard the retreat horns ring out. Did something in the plan go wrong? Van hurried over too one of the windows and saw Tarn Logane leading his legion if fresh troops away from the battlefield. What the hell is he doing? Don't tell me....... That bastard! Van thought as he watched the traitor walk way. Van tuned to face the remaining men as he grabbed his bag "Quickly we need to ge-". Van stopped as he saw a fresh wave of darkspawn heading there way lead by another org of all things. The org saw van and clearly targeted him, the org charged. Van knowing he was running out of energy tried to doge the hulk of muscle that was flying at him at terrifying speed. Van moved out of the way just enough that he was not impaled on his head but was kicked by one of its massive legs sending him flying back. At the same time the org's head bashed though the wall of the tower sending both of them falling to the hard ground below.

Surprisingly Van had come out almost unhurt. He had landed on the now dead org who had crushed its head when it fell. Van picked himself up and hunched oven in pain. It would seem he had broken a rib or two but now was not the time to think about that he was near the back of the battlefield and he needed to get out of there fast unless he wanted to end up dead. Grabbing his bag he began a odd jog that looked like a monkey walking around thanks to trying to move fast and to keep his rips from damaging his internal organs Dame it all why don't i know more healing magic? he though to himself. Suddenly a flash of steal caught his eyes. what appeared to be a wight haired elf had just slain a Alpha but looked as though that was something that took the last of her strength. Van took a look around and saw the last of the men making one last push. Good it will gave me time to get out of here he though as he turned to leave but then remembered the girl. Dame it all he thought to himself as he made his way over to her and offered her a hand up "Hurry up we need to get out of here, or do you want to die"

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Van cursed himself for the girl had passed out clearly drained of all her energy and knew no matter how hard he tried to wake her she would be out for a bit. Van knew there was only one way he could get her out of there with her, it would be costly but what else could he do. Page eight:Mana to might. Van chanted in his mind as called forth the spell as he felt strength empower his limbs but felt a shot of pain in his head as he felt the stress from the spell take hold. Van let go of his ribs the spell he cast increased his strength, stamina and stability of his body. Van grabbed the girl who was quite heavier then what she looked like, most likely do to her armor, and though her over his shoulders. The stress on his mind grew as he put more strain on the spell but that would not stop him.

Van began a steady pace away from what was left of the army. Van ran for about five minutes and it began to look like they would get away from the battle without too much trouble. Van saw something truly surprised him a Templar guarding a wagon with something odd in it but dismissed the fact for now he had a way out of here. Suddenly Van felt what felt like a bolder crash into him. Both him and the girl fell to the ground Van trying to keep the girl from getting to hurt. Van looked to see a nearly dead hurlock Alpha had rammed into him. The beast had only one hand and had over a dozen wounds covering its body but was still intent on fighting more Van pointed a finger at the Alpha Shocking shot. He thought as he fired a bold of electricity into the beasts head killing it. Van, no longer being able to maintain the Mana to might spell felt the last of his magic energy ran out. Van ran over to the girl who was still unconscious and grabbed her by the base of her arm and began to drag her towards the cart "Hay you Templar guy I need a hand here!" Van managed to say. This is one hell of a first day for a job

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Sir Nordin


Nordin could barely gain control over the crazed and fearful old mare, as it reared and bucked from panic. He was all but ready to let the terrified creatures jet away into the night, towing the two along for the ride, when he was beseeched by two elves for passage. One of them was completely unconscious, and the others strength looked like it was quickly fading. "I'm sorry but I can't... uhh...." he started, but couldn't finish. He found himself staring at the female, and watched as a strand of snow white hair moved aside from her face. "Uhhh........" She was wounded, helpless, and a fair bit on the attractive side. "....Oh, damn it. Fine, but do hurry! And for the love of the Maker, don't go near the back" he shouted, aiding the elf in hoisting the young woman unto the space next to himself. "Nordin, aren't you going to introduce me?" cooed a loathsome voice from the back. "Not the time!"

"Quickly, boy, they're almost upon us and I don't kn-" Nordin attempted to say, but was cut off by the pitter-patter of crossbow bolts pelting the sides of the cart. Two were reflexively blocked by Nordin's shield, piercing it's steel and nearly his arm. As for the horse, that was all she wrote. The frantic beast took off at a quickening pace, which caused the girl to slump over and across Nordin's lap. "Ahh! This... is gonna be awkward..." He quickly reached out his hand to the elf, as he dashed madly to catch up. With one leap and the blessing of some divine force, the two's hands lock onto each other. The elven fighter was pulled aboard the speeding wagon as it raced away from the war.

The horse had run rampant for some time before the first of several hazardous turns came up. Hazardous at fare speeds, impossible at their current one. Sir Nordin could swear he felt the girl begin to stir on his lap, when the wagon leaned heavily on two wheels before spilling it's occupants over the cliff and into the woods below. The carriage crashed neatly into the branches of a tree, while it's side burst open and expelled Marroseth's cage. The three tumbled through the brush and thankfully out of the path of the ancient stone box, which steamrolled a path through the shrubbery and every other godly thing in it's way. It's occupant cried "Yeeeeeeeeeheeeehehehaahahaaaaaahaaaaaaaa!" as it rolled to a crash.

The others finally stopped their tumble when they rolled upon level ground. Completely worn out, one armor-clad weary arm raised with index fingered extended. "Well..... I think this is a lovely place to set up camp for tonight. What say you lot?" the knight groggily slurred out, his arm collapsing upon completion.

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She was dreaming. She had to have been dreaming. It was warm and she could smell the perfumes decorating the halls that she once lived in. Lyali shifted and felt herself slipping. She was running now. There was a figure off to the distance, standing in a doorway that was painted white. She felt a sense of familiarity, but couldn’t quite place it. She dragged herself, trying to get closer to the figure. But it seemed that every time she got closer, the figure would get further. As she closed in on the figure, it slowly began to turn and the outlines of a familiar face began to show. Before Lyali could react, she took a deep plunge, falling into a never ending abyss before a sharp pain caused her to snap open her blue eyes.

“Wha’?” she dragged out as she tried to regain her sight. She could taste dirt in her mouth and she quickly tried to move. She regretted it as quickly as she moved. She cried out in pain as she grabbed her shoulder. She tenderly pushed against the skin and felt the bone was out of place. Great, just what I need, a dislocated shoulder, she thought before her attention turned to that of a man. He had spoken something, something she didn’t quite catch, and immediately thrust her arm towards him.

“Push this arm back into place,” she quickly spoke. Although the tone she used was more of a demand. The quicker he put her arm back into place, the quicker she could leave. She didn’t recognize the place she was in and her memories flooded back to Ostagar. Just a few minutes ago, she was in a war killing darkspawn with the other Grey Wardens. Now, she was sitting on a dirt path with a man, who seemed to have had a prior duty than be a soldier, and a dislocated shoulder. If she was more alert, she would have noticed another figure off to the side. An elf who had helped her escape Ostagar, unbeknownst to her of course. Even more so, she would have noticed a peculiar cage with an even more so peculiar…item.

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After the escape from Ostagar Van could not sleep. Van had used the time he had to give him some basic first aid, and using what little healing magic he knew did a patch job on his ribs but it would be smart for him to see a real healer. Van opened up his bag and looked though what he had. He had the treaties, The mysterious tome that he stole from the Circle before fleeing, a single sovereign with some silver and copper, some crushed food, a healers kit and a few healing salves and a map. Van did not speak to his savior he seemed preoccupied with retrieving his ....Friend from the bushes though van maid a mental note to thank him latter. What am I to do now van though to himself Everyone is dead, Duncan, the king, most of the wardens and the army how can I deal with the blight now? A flash when though his mind, the memory of Tarn Logane leading his legion if fresh troops away from the battlefield. Hes not going to be letting Wardens walking around after his betrayal of the king and he is definitely not going to be fulfilling his obligation to the treaties. The Dwarves and the elves would probably help out but without the humans, the dominate power in the land.

Van leaned back on a tree and observed there surroundings. The group had made camp on top of a hill in the middle of the flatland's about have a days march from Lothering. There were little trees but many bushes, the plaint life seemed to have gone without rain for some time. In the camp had no fire had been lit for risk of attracting darkspawn patrols, last thing this group needed was a fight. First there was the Templar who's job seemed to be keeping the second member at bay, who seemed to be one of the spirit of the fade would be Vans best guess but he could not tell what it really was. The third member of the group was the unconscious Elf girl whom he knew nothing of but Van...... sensed something from her, he did not know what, might have something to do with Van becoming a warden, maybe to sense something.....but what? It does not matter now The last member of the group was himself a mage who felt so tired it felt like his hole body had been turned into lead.

Van was about to begin to study his tome when he heard the girl begin to sire "Wha" the girl gasped as she suddenly sat upright but then garbed her shoulder which seemed to be dislocated.The girl muttered something to herself which Van did not catch. Van cringed as she poped it back into place. The girl looked around looking confused, trying to figure out what was going on. Van picked himself up and grabbed the healers kit and some of the crushed food. Van walked over to the girl.

Van threw The food and kit onto her lap. "Names Van. Your about half a days match from Lothering. You passed out in the battle, you almost died." he said "We can talk in a bit first eat something and patch yourself up, you need to regain your strength, if you need any help with the kit or have any questions let me know and ill do my best to help." Vat sat down across from the girl and gave her a tired smile.

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Isolde was rejected by the templar and so she decided to head further south, she could probably hid from the horde in the Wilds and very little templars would attempt to hunt her down. She followed the road south for awhile before, avoiding it all together and walking through the trees and on a small mud track, she could still see refugees following the road from Ostagar, she noticed a small encampment up ahead and worried it was Darkspawn or bandits she started sneaking up to it, she hid behind a tree and observed the group. A human knight/templar, a female elven hybrid and a male elf, they also seemed to have a prisoner, he didn't seem so dangerous, they must have had a reason. Isolde whistled and put her hands in the air, her hair had become a mess and her clothes were slightly more scruffy and dirty than long before. "Hello?" She greeted cautiously, her dagger could be seen, Sure it looks pathetic but it's not the only weapon I have. She thought to herself.

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Sir Nordin


Nordin sat straight up with a groan,, placing one hand on his back to try and relieve some of the aches. It didn't work. He glanced around to see everyone else was now moving, and at least not dead. He slowly clambered to his feet, attempting to stabilize his still-dazed mind with the added burden of his armor. First thing to cross his thoughts was to check his belongings. His mace was but a few feet away, his shield was still on his arm, and his satchel of provisions was..... hanging in that tree. Upside down. "Terrific...." he groaned as he moved to retrieve it.

After a bit of a struggle, the branch finally yielded and relinquished it's treasure. Al didn't even have to look inside, but did so anyway. "By the Maker..... even the cheese is gone." he let out with a heavy sigh. He strapped the small leather bag back to his side, and sought to aid his new acquaintances with any troubles they may be having. His first thought was to the elf-woman, who had just popped her arm into socket. He knelt down beside her and offered his only healing salve. "Are you alright? This is all I have, but you are welcomed to it if you so need. Ehmmmm.... you.... wouldn't happen to have remembered anything from the wagon would you?"

He was nervous about what her reply may be. It wasn't his finest moment, and having a conversation about it was not on his list of personal joys. Thankfully, a voice seamed to call out from the woods. A young girl dressed in rags of leather, with long black hair. She had an air about her that wasn't quite right. Years of Templar brainwashing kicked in, as Nordin's mind profiled her as either a witch, an apostate, a barbarian, or just a crazy girl. He quickly ruled out barbarian when he saw that her only weapon was a dagger, and surely the savage folk of the Korcari laugh at such a meager blade.

Nordin was a bit on edge, but he couldn't assume anything about this girl. He chose to address her just as she appeared: as some lost stranger wondering through the woods. "Hold there, stranger. None of us here are seeking trouble" Nordin spoke, using his carefully crafted intimidating Templar drone voice. "We can ill afford to take chances, so if you do seek our company I would ask that you lay down your dagger.... and... any other things you could use to stab us." His hand drifted over his mace, which hung loosely at his right side. Nordin didn't know what to expect, but hoped she would comply.

After all, there were enough blade-wielding strangers around him for one day.