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Lyali Tyr'anea

Do not cross me. I am not one to trifle with.

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a character in “Dragon Age: The Grey in Between”, as played by Simple Light

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LYALI TYR’ANEA
“If you choose to stand and fight, will you see it through…to the end?”


::Stand my ground – Within Temptation::
::Bring Me Down - Pillar::
::Scarlet – In this moment::
::War – Poets of the Fall::


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Nickname:
Due to the shortness of her name, Lyali doesn’t have many nicknames that are derived from her first name. She has, however, acquired many names with her stay in the Elven Alienage in the town of Denerim. She does not like most of them, but if you are close to her, she might allow you to call her Ly.

Gender: Female

Age; 24

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Race: Half-breed [Elf/Human]

Role: Grey Warden.

Hair
- Color and Length:
Her hair color is a bit odd for a half breed. It is a snow white color and reaches down to her lower back. Usually, she keeps it half up with her bangs loose. It is tied back with gold ribbons with a few scattered throughout her hair.

Eye
- Color and Shape:
To explain the color of her eyes would be like to explain the colors that flicker through the rivers that flow down the streams and the waterfalls that crash against the stone bed floors. To put it simple, they are a deep blue with undertones of grays and dark blues. At one time they were a pure light blue color, but over the years they have darkened and have become sharper. Her eyes are shaped with soft lines and sharp edges. They always appear to be calm and serene, but behind the façade, there is all the violence acquired throughout her life. Her eyes are like reflectors, always able to peer back at you without the trace of some emotion. In other words, they are difficult to read.

Skin Tone: Despite being of elf blood, Lyali has an ashen hue to her pale skin. It appears rustic with a peach undertone and a bit calloused. It is, however, well kept and smooth despite its appearance.

Height: Because of the fact that she is a half-breed, Lyali is relatively tall despite her elven side. At best, she stands roughly 5’6 tall.

Weight: 135 lbs.

Overall Appearance: Lyali was lucky to inherit her father’s blood. She looks like an elf, with the long, delicate ears and soft features. Do not let this fool you for she is capable of being hard and calloused. Over the years of being on her own with the pirates, Lyali has acquired a few scars, most of them hidden. Along her side and ribcage area, she has a lengthy scar from when she fell overboard and caught a nail on her side. It is about as long as her arm and ends just below her hip. Another scar is located just below her left eye from where she was attacked by a Mabari hound. It clawed her face, but luckily, it only left two claw marks.

Personality: At first glance, one might think that Lyali is a calm, collected individual who has her wits about and is a typical servant elf. This is only half true. The other half is a bit more…rugged. Growing up in the slums of the Alienage has given her a bit of a headstrong, tough-as-nails type of persona. She doesn't care about others and will usually abandon someone if only to save her own hide. Unlike most people, she couldn't give a damn about people’s feelings and will always be blunt and truthful to a person. She says it builds character and gives people a backbone. She doesn't like those who cower and are overly emotional. She is rambunctious, difficult to handle and doesn't like being tied down to anyone or anything. Despite the smile that lingers on her face, it is not one of pleasure or her feeling proud. It is one of careful planning, and manipulation perfected throughout years of training. If you get on her bad side, she will not hesitate to bite, mutilate, or even rip your head off. She is violent when she is angry, so it is best not to anger her. Despite her violent tendencies, there are rare moments that Lyali is cool, calm, and collected. She will sit back and observe her surroundings.

This is to protect herself at all costs. She feels as if she lets her guard down, she will be vulnerable and that is something she does not want to tolerate. She let her guard down once before and it ended with the death of a man she grew to love. She has a straight-to-the-point kind of attitude and doesn't like when people beat around the bush. She will tell you how it is flat out. She isn't trusting: at all. If you think she trusts you, think again. She is manipulative and can be extremely persuasive. Despite this appearance, deep down, Lyali longs to feel something…a connection of sorts with another person. Whether it’s a romantic connection or just a connection, it’s something that she has longed for. Lyali isn’t prone to doing something she doesn’t like. If asked to do anything, depending on if it will benefit her, she will not hesitate to either shove something down your throat, or accept whatever it is that will benefit her. She also isn’t one to be told what to do. She despises orders, and like the violent person she is, will not hesitate to quarrel with her superior. It’s not that she doesn’t like taking orders, it’s because she has a problem with higher officials. She, however, will bite her tongue if it is someone she respects…like Duncan.

History: Born on the cold streets of the Denerim Alienage, Lyali was raised in a small home that offered little to no comfort. She was raised with at least seven other elven children in her household and always quarreled with them. She never understood why she couldn’t get along with the others, but she never dwelled on it for long. She decided that she did not need their approval nor did she need them. When she turned seven years of age, her caretaker told her about her mother, who was a human, and her father, her mother’s slave. Apparently her mother fell in love with her father, but her father held no feelings for her mother. Lyali’s mother, desperate to have Lyali’s father, did everything she could in her position to make him love her…but he simply could not love a human, let alone his master. In the end, her mother raped her father, claimed that he raped her, and he was put to death. Nine months later, Lyali was born on the streets of the Alienage. At this time, Lyali thought it best to leave the orphanage and began a journey through the country. Her journey through Ferelden landed her in a few places, one of them being with pirates. She joined them and traveled around a bit, even as far as Orlais. In Orlais, she was abandoned by her crew and left to fend for herself. While she was in Orlais, she was captured and sold to a rather wealthy man. Instead of keeping her as a usual slave, he saw something in the fiery half-breed and decided to train her in the art of archery. She grew a liking to the art and would constantly practice whenever she had time after she was done with her chores. She would come to learn that this man was no ordinary man as he had a few others in his care that he took care of.

One in particular individual was a dwarven mistress. She was the only woman that Lyali grew to like as a friend. At the tender age of fifteen, Lyali began to grow an attachment to her owner, although she referred to him by his name, Ulric. She didn’t understand why but she had a growing fondness to him. Perhaps it was because he was a patient man who put up with her personality, or perhaps she felt some type of kinship to him. When she confided in her dwarf friend, the woman simply laughed at Lyali and told her that Ulric was a half-breed. No one knew of it except for Auya. A little jealousy bubbled up within Lyali, but she let it go. When Lyali turned seventeen years old, she had the full intentions of telling Ulric how she felt, and who she was. Before anything could happen, however, a group of assassins attacked her home and managed to slaughter everyone. Lyali was lucky to have escaped barely with her life. If it wasn’t for the white horse in Ulric’s stable, Lyali would have surely been killed with everyone else. She was enraged after the massacre and swore to never allow herself to become attached to anyone ever again and swore vengeance upon the assassins. She managed to stowaway in a ship, hiding the large horse and herself, back to Ferelden.

When she landed, she had full intentions of going back to the Alienage, however, she was ambushed by a group of bandits that wanted easy money, and since she looked the part of an elf, they wanted her. Lyali, however, used this as a way of venting her anger and sorrow about Auya and Ulric. At the time, a group of Grey Wardens had been passing by and heard a commotion. What they saw was not something they were expecting. A group of men, all that seemed capable to take on a large animal, lay on the floor, beaten and bruised by an elven woman who stood amongst them. The only weapon she had was the bow given to her to use by Ulric. Duncan, the commanding Grey Warden at the time, approached Lyali with a proposition. If she were to join the Grey Wardens, she wouldn’t have to worry about people trying to capture and sell her. She would be allowed a freedom of sorts. Lyali mulled it over, thinking of the possibilities that could come from such a pact. She didn’t know exactly what a Grey Warden was, but as long as it wasn’t a group of assassins, she would join them. At the age of twenty-three, Lyali went through the joining with seven other Wardens. She and two others survived, if barely. When the battle of Ostagar happened, a year later, Lyali once again was lucky to have survived, but was devastated at the loss of Duncan. He was the only human that Lyali trusted and respected…like Ulric.

Weapon: This bow was given to her by Ulric before he died. She uses this more than anything else, but has a few simple daggers at her side along with a pair of elven swords given to her by Auya before she died.

Mount: After leaving Orlais, Lyali returned to Ferelden with this beast. She received him as a final gift from her owner. His name is Raenefel. Sadly, he does not survive the battle of Ostagar.

Potential Interest: No one at the moment…or ever. [Or possibly someone who is willing to look passed her violent mask.]

So begins...

Lyali Tyr'anea's Story

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Death.

It was around everything and everyone. No one could escape it, no matter how far or how long you ran. It would follow you until you gave in and accepted your fate or collapsed on your knees and begged for it. Death would always follow you, and it will never cease to exist. It walked hand in hand with agony, despair, and torment. All of these things could not describe what Lyali was feeling. There was nothing, not even a light to show her the way to go. Pitch black covered her world as thunderous roars and the sounds of metal clashing with metal entered her senses. A sharp pain caused her to snap her eyes open, and once she did, she noticed feathers. She glanced to the source of pain and spotted the arrow piercing her arm.

Just as she pulled it out, she heard a sound. It wasn’t one of triumph or of reinforcements. It was the sound of the horns and drums signaling a retreat. Who was leaving the battle field? The signal had been lit, giving Loghain the opportunity to strike, just like he had spoken of back at the campsite. Was Loghain leaving the battle field? She parried a sword as it came into her face, darkspawn and Grey Wardens falling in her line of sight. She needed to get out of here, but how? She crawled to her feet, scraping her elbows against the floor as she did so. With as much strength as she could, she pulled herself up and stood on weak knees. She brought two fingers to her mouth and gave a sharp whistle, waiting for her companion to retrieve her. When the white beast appeared, she quickly grabbed the reigns and hauled herself upon his back.

“Let’s get out of here,” she spoke, barely above a whisper, and nudged the horse in a direction. Anywhere, any place would be good as long as she could escape. There was nothing more she could do. Duncan was dead; her fellow Grey Wardens are dead, massacred by the darkspawn. She felt arrows rushing passed her, landing in the other soldiers as she galloped passed them. A shriek of pain caused Lyali to plunge forward as Raenefel fell forward. She quickly recovered and a look of pure shock covered her face. Raenefel lay but a few feet away from her, an arrow sticking from the white beasts head.

“Rae,” Lyali could barely finish as she fended off an Alpha that tried to cleave her in two. There was nothing more she could do for the horse but leave him behind. The alpha roared as he swung his axe once again, trying to sever Lyali’s head from her shoulders. All she could do was roll out of his way and try to scramble to her feet. She lost her sword in the tumble and tried to reach her bow, but could not juggle evading an attack and reaching for her weapon. She spotted a broad sword. She knew she could not handle the weight, but what choice did she have? She rolled once again as the Alpha grew angry at missing. He was swinging his blade wildly now and nipped Lyali’s shoulder as she grabbed the sword.

With the remaining strength she had, she swung the blade and managed to embed it into the Alpha’s abdomen, pushing it further into the beast as its blood poured out. With a final, rage-filled cry, Lyali split the Alpha’s stomach open and watched as he fell to the floor, trying to keep his intestines from spilling out. There was nothing more she could do. All of her energy was gone. There was nothing left to defend herself with and she welcomed the blackness that was now ensuing her.

Had the world gone to hell?

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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.