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Oliver Erentus

My blade is yours.

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a character in “The world of Thedas”, as played by unilith

Description

Name : Ser Oliver Erentus. .

Physical Description : Oliver is a tall, athletic man. His body strong and toned from years of fighting with blade, shield and armor against everything from bandits and monsters. A man of his profession will have scars as well, but surprisingly finds time during his adventures to keep his dark-brown hair clean and his beard trimmed.
Years of battle and being on the road throughout Thedas have turned what might have been a "pretty" charm into something more "ruggedly-handsome"
(The "Knight" style character is the concept I have for him)

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Personality : War and loss took Oliver's innocence at a very young age. He developed a dry, twisted wit and grew to appreciate irony, as well as a "prepare for the worst, hope for the best" direction with planning. Overall, he has a dash (okay, LARGE dash) of cynicism and finds it hard to maintain relationships of any sort. Despite this, he finds it hard not to help others, payment for his services now is more necessity. He finds a small spark of joy within the clouded emotional scar-tissue darkening his heart and can sometimes feel the gentle yearning for a sense of belonging.

Equipment Just standard adventuring gear such has climbing rope, bedroll, a light crossbow for hunting and proper items to start a campfire.

Armor : As a knight, Oliver wears the usual pricey suit of plate and chainmail, his is made of high-end grey-iron (Which looks very similar to the fighter in the picture below). After joining the Inquisition, Oliver replaced his tabard with one of the Inquisition's emblem.
Weaponry Oliver prefers melee combat, wielding his long-dead sire's mastercrafted Orlesian long-sword "Rasoir" in his right hand and the mysterious large-round shield "Aegis" in his left hand. Nothing seemingly magical about Rasoir, other than the blacksmith had indeed made the weapon with great endurance for battle out of a rare metal that is hard to notch or dull and obviously would belong to a noble rather than a mercenary.
His shield, Aegis is to this day still a mystery to him. It's made of an ancient, gleaming metal unknown to human smiths and even the few Dwarven-metal workers Oliver has run into on the Surface. The surface of the round-shield is etched with indecipherable runes, and has a useful ability to turn the sharpest of blades and protect the user from most spells if blocked.

Background

Oliver was born in a small farming community in Ferelden to two unremarkable parents. His father had been a soldier in service to the King at the beginning of the fifth Blight and had died at Ostagar in battle. Two years later, he lost his mother as well as their land to the Darkspawn as they spread across Ferelden.
As an orphan, he struggled to survive until a compassionate knight from Redcliff named Ser Morgen rescued him and took the young man in as his squire. Under Ser Morgen, Oliver became a skilled warrior and even earned a bit of renown before he himself was knighted upon Morgen's death during the Battle of Denerim
Upon Alastair's crowning as King of Ferelden, Ser Oliver was one of the first to officially pledge his allegiance to the throne, but never formally accepted any holdings. Instead, he travelled aiding in restoring order to the land.
Years later, when the Inquisition was enacted as chaos descended upon Thedas, Ser Oliver, now a seasoned and experienced knight jumped at the chance to join the fledgling yet growing army, to once again restore and protect Ferelden and this time all of Thedas. Throughout the campaign, Oliver lead what forces were allowed to him at the frontline of every battle he could join, and now at the end of the Inquisition, he remains at Skyhold, debating what to do with his life now.

So begins...

Oliver Erentus's Story

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Many would, (And many did) have an issue with an Elf leading an army almost exclusively made up of humans. But like most of the Inquisition, Ser Oliver didn't give a damn. Personally, he believed that Man, Elf and Dwarf are seen as equals to the Maker, and his belief came from a simple idea: If any of the three races could breed and train efficient leaders, soldiers and endear master craftsman among them, then what difference was their really besides the obvious physical traits?

These thoughts crept through his mind as he passively watched the Herald of Andraste move amongst the common soldiers in the Hall, taking a seat amongst them as if she were less than the leader of the most powerful faction in Thedas.
Ser Oliver smirked. It was damn hard not to like her.

The Knight rose from his seat, tankard still in hand and approached Ain'Findiel, taking a seat across from her.

"You look troubled, Herald", he said after a moment, watching his leader carefully.

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The hall was quieter than normal. More proof that more had left Skyhold. Sadly more as the scouts and soldiers were being replaced by Chantry sisters and clerics. What was she thinking? To disband the inquisition. Why did she let Leliana talk her into giving Skyhold over to the Chantry? She felt as she let her people down letting by handing over Fen'harel's castle over to the shems. Fen'Harel uugg why could she have not seen it before. How did she fall under his sway so easy.

Ain seemed lost in her own thoughts as she pulled the roll apart as shoved the piece roll past her lips. Her eyes turned to the rotunda's door like it was a foreboding cave with like a beast hiding inside. She was so lost in her thought she did not hear the knight that had rose and sat down across from her. Suddenly his voice broke through her thoughts. The slender petite form of the elf jumped with a start. She put her good hand on her chest. It took a moment for her to register who, what, where. She shot a deer in the headlights look across the table at the kind knight that joined her.

Steadying herself she shot a kind smile across the table at the knight who came to check on her. "Oh Ser Oliver, Good morning. Troubling me? Oh no, nothing is troubling me. Why would something be troubling me." The creators, she was such a terrible liar. Of course, she was troubled. She has seen what the world truly was and knew what was in store if she failed to find Him in time. It was hard to be the only one that knew the truth. She had not even shared the full details with anyone else by Leliana and she was off being Divine now.

Ain reached up and played nervously with her hair that had fallen over her shoulders when she jumped. The lack of rest was visible across her face. Deep circles under her eye and a weaken demeanor made it hard to hide the stress she was under.

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Ser Oliver watched Ain'Findiel, and not that he had to do it carefully. The Herald of Andraste was known for being a great warrior and gave several factions across a handful of nations a common cause to unite under one banner. Lying was not one of her skills, obviously.
To be honest. he doubted she was the Champion of Andraste, but that didn't matter. He had followed her precisely because she was not a politician. And personally, he had hoped to see the Inquisition maintain its presence. Thedas could use a faction with such a coveted leader at its helm. He had dreamt of the Inquisition becoming a force with no allegiances. Specifically existing as a peacekeeping force between different nations.
Alas, the Chantry had other plans, and since the end of "war", the other factions had grown wary of the Inquisition's presence, while others still had wanted to control it.

The knight leaned back, raising his tankard in slow thought to his lips before taking a drink and setting it back down.

"I know. Losing...", he took a deep breath. "...All of this. All we...you accomplished is heartrending. I was here at the start. When you were brought to our measly camp after the old Divine was killed in that explosion. I hoped to see the Inquisition stay". He couldn't hide the fact that his broad shoulders slumped.

"Many, such as myself do not know what our next move would be. The Inquisition was to be my final stop, so to speak", the seasoned knight explained, watching the Herald as he spoke.

"What will you do at the end of everything you've worked for?"

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Ain'Findeil looks across to the older knights eyes. She should see the sorrow in his eyes. She had let him down and many like him who believed in her. She was fooled by the one she loved. She lost more than she felt she could bare but she knew she must take up arms even if it was secret to keep the people safe.

โ€œI am sorry I let you down. I let so many down. It was too much to risk. They were afraid. They thought we were going to take over.โ€ Her eyes betrayed and showed that the fight was over not by a long shot. She sat down her roll feeling the loss of appetite. She hoped he believed the public reason behind the disband but the fight was far from over. She didn't know who she could trust with the truth. She barely could believe the truth and she was the only one that seen it first hand. I mean would he really believe she meets a god. They all had, living right beneath their noses. She couldn't help but turn her eyes back to the rotunda's door she still didn't go in there after all these months and it loomed over her like a huge shadow.

Turning her eyes back to the experienced soldier. She had to admit perhaps he would be useful in the days to come if he chooses to stay. โ€œSo are you retiring after this when you leave?โ€ This was a good of a reason as any to change the subject. She reached back rubbing the back of her head with her good hand. โ€œYou should not worry about me. I have been offered two places to call my own. The Empress gave me the Arbor Wilds and the temple there as my own. Or perhaps I could go to Kirkwall. I have been offered a home there.โ€

She stood up as more people come into the main hall. โ€œI think I need some air. Would you like to come walk with me?โ€ She offered if he likes to talk more perhaps it would be better with fewer ears and without the memory of him looming over her.